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misguidedasgardian · 4 months

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The Lifeaters (IV.III)

III. Three Wizards... and Potter

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: The semester is getting really interested

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3.9 k

Notes: I want this story to make sense, I do, and I stick to the books, like Copy and paste entire scenes, and I realized, this isn’t fanfiction dude, You can make sense of it right now right? so now I’m paraphrasing jajaja, I will try to respect the timeline of course… but… you get it… and besides, the very existence of the reader might be able to change some things right? Now, besides the scene with the UC, the rest… you now. Besides… the last chapter was a bit messy, I won’t rewrite it, but I will be better on this one…

“So you know”, whispered Draco, “since when?”

“I discovered it during the summer, but nobody told me, I figured it out, found some old photo”, you whispered. You felt his gaze on you, but still you didn’t look back at him, “I don’t know what to tell you”

“So he is a Black”, he said slowly

“Yes…”, you whispered

“And what are you doing with this information?”

“I’m not even sure”, you said, you could not tell him not even a single thing that would reveal there was a third… or even fourth? person involved in this, because there was… your father’s murderous brother… Sirius Black

You did not want to discuss it further… so lucky for you, your friends came back from the Great Hall, with food for the two of you

“Oh are those lamb chops? my favorite!”, you cheered as Pansy brought you a generous plate. “You are the best!”

“I know i know”, she said with a wide smile

“What were you talking about?”, asked Matthew, as you were stuck to Draco’s side with serious looks on your faces

“Nothing”, you both said at the same time, but nobody seemed contented

Two days later, Wednesday after lunch, you were dreading the DADA class after what happened on the first first day of the week. You and Draco were concerned, and already made plans to sit together at the end of the classroom. You entered the room ignoring Potter, Weasel, and their mocking grins, you could tell that his ass wasn’t the only thing Draco had bruised, so you sat quietly at the back, Matthew, Goyle and the others followed suit

You grabbed your book, “The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self- Protection”, and waited silently like you were waiting for your execution. You heard him coming even down the hall

He entered quickly, he was actually nimble, you didn’t even dared to look at him

“You can put those silly books away, you won’t need them”, is the only thing he said while he walked to the front of the class

He passed the list, he barely growled your name and once that was out of the way, after muttering some sort of, “glad I don’t have any cowards on my class”, he took a piece of chalk and started writing on the board

“Alastor Moody…”, he wrote, “... Ex Auror… and MInistry’s malcontent… and your new defense against the dark arts teacher, I am here because Dumbledore asked me, end story, any questions?”, nobody said anything, they were all looking at him wide-eyed. “I spoke with your professor… Lupin… I can see you had seen all kinds of magical creatures, but you are very behind in curses…”, he looked all around, you felt chills when you saw his bionic eye looking straight at you, “so first… can anyone tell me… how many unforgivable curses they are?”, many raised their hands, even you but Granger was the one

“Three Ser”, she said with a choked voice, he turned to keep writing

“And they are so named?”

“Because they are unforgivable”, no shit, “the use of any of them on a human being will…”

“Land you a one-way ticket to Azkaban correct”, then he turned to you all, “the ministry says you are too young to see what these curses do… I say different!”, he said angrily, “you need to know what you are up against!”, he said, turning again, “you need to be prepared!”, he said then, :you need to find another place to stick your bubblegum Mr Finnigan”, you quickly catched on that his magical eye would let him see to the back of his head. “... Now Weasley”, he called

“Yes?”, the Redhead whimpered, seems like the two of you weren’t the only ones who were scared of Mad-Eye

“Stand!”, you were surprised he could stand on those wobbly legs, “Give us a curse”, you shared looks with Draco

“My dad told me about one”

“I bet he did”, Draco whispered

“The Imperius curse”, he mumbled. Now you did now about the unforgivable curses, everyone did, but you never really knew which were them or how were they called

“Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that one”, moody said, “give the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago”, he then turned to the class, “Perhaps this will show you why”, he said, he directed to a jar at the side of the professor’s “space”, and grabbed a strange spider-like creature from one of them “Lovely little beauty”, he said taking it in his palm, “Engorgio”.

Was he really going to…? You shared concerned looks with your friends, but they all seemed entranced by the professor and what you were sure about to witness

“Don’t you think…”, you started saying to Draco, but mad eye interrupted you

“Imperio!”, he chanted, and you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop in the classroom. The huge spider leaps from his hand into the table, at the flick of his wand, and then he sends it to Ron Weasley’s head, who whimpered in fear, “Don’t worry! It's completely harmless!”, he mocked, making it jump from student to student. You had to admit, it was funny, but the mere thought of Mad-Eye controlling it made your skin crawl. Everyone was laughing, watching the spider jump from table to table, Moody even made it dance.

You watched your friends, and they all seemed fascinated, laughing their asses off

“Think it’s funny, do you?” Moody growled. “You’d like it, would you, if I did it to you?”, then, suddenly, everyone stopped laughing, “it’s total control”, he said darkly, “what should I make her do next?”, he said, he made her fly again to stick to the window, “jump out the window?”, then he moved her again, making the spider hover over a bucket of water, “drown herself?”, he teased, and then he took it back into his hand

“Total control,” said Moody, as the spider was more relaxed, right in his palm, “Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the lmperius Curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars?”, he said, looking at all of you, one by one

The room got all quiet.

“Another, another”, he encouraged. You gasped when hands shot up in the air, “Longbottom is it?”

“There’s the… cruciatus curse”, Draco leaned in to you

“His parents were tortured to madness with the Cruciatus curse”, he whispered, and you gasped

“Correct! CORRECT!, come”, he invited him to stand and walk until he was right by his side. “Particularly nasty, this one, the torture curse!”, he said loudly, “CRUCIO!”, it was so… surreal, the delicacy with which he handled his wand, and then the screeches of the small creature.

You felt bile crawling up your throat as your looked away from the scene, a wand a single green thread connecting it with its victim, that started shaking and twisting over the desk

Nobody was laughing now

You turned back to the scene, to watch that boy shaking, Longbottom, you couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was extremely disturbed by the scene, as were you all

You turned back to your friends, and it came both as a bucket of ice cold water but at the same time not at all, when you saw Mattheos smirking

“Stop it!”, shrieked Granger, unknowingly, throwing you a lifeline back to the reality at hand, “don’t you see it's bothering him? STOP IT!”, she cried, Moody then raised his head, that had been concentrating on its victim all this long, and then… he released it from its torment.

Even from the back of the class, you could see the small monster still shaking, like it was suffering spasms

Longbottom returned to his seat, and when he turned you could see his face, and a tear falling from his cheek. Its like he picked them with a twisted sense… he picked Weasley, knowing his father had suffered it, and then Neville, and then… well…

“Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger?”, but there was no answer, “no?”, he asked. And it happened. “Avada Kadavra”, a green light, and it was all over, the spider turned on its belly, just like, it was dead. “the killing curse”, he mumbled, “only one person is known to have survived it, and he is sitting in this room”, all eyes turned to Potter

Did “you know who” really hit him with the killing curse?

The room was quiet, really quiet, nobody said a thing, you didn’t even realized you were grabbing onto Draco so hard that you were squeezing his arm, and he was so shocked he didn’t even protest. You released him gently, apologetically, and it all seemed to be in motion again when Moody began moving and talking once more

“Not nice, not pleasant”, he said, “there is no blocking it”, he said shortly, “but you can… fight the Imperius curse, and you can also get out of the cruciatus, if you are quick enough”, and he started writing on the board, “write this down”, he continued, “you need to be prepared for what’s out there, no dark wizard is going to come at you and tell you what he is about to do, you need to be in constant vigilance, and that{s what I{m here for, to teach you how to fight this things”

Then as you were looking over the classroom, you saw something you never thought you’d see

Matthew was raising his hand

“Yes?”, Moody was still with his back turned, but when he turned around to meet him, he stopped on his tracks, watching him, with something you even thought was admiration, what was going on?

“What if you practice those on… an animal… I mean, you just practiced them all and i don’t see dementors coming for you”, he said, his fascination was unsettling

“Yes, only when you use them on a human being… you’ll get sent to Azkaban…”, he said slowly

“What if you practice them on muggles?”, he continued, and the entire room was conflicted, you could see it in their faces

“Muggles are human”, he said shortly, and then turned again, “now, the last one the killing curse, I can promise you, it requires a large amount of magic, and I’m sure, that if you all point their wands at me and mutter the words, it wouldn’t even tickle me”, he kept going, [it requires a dark will, a desire, to manage to perform them…”, and the class continued…

The unforgivable curses.

How could you have possibly known… that in a matter of three years… all of you would have used at least one of them.

. . .

To your delight… September passed by in a rush, and October came quickly.

You could feel the excitement all over the castle, but the professors were anxious and a bit nervous. You could tell, the kid count was going up significantly, and as Dumbledore said, they all worked hard to ensure the safety of the most dangerous tournament in europe.

It was one of the most exciting events to ever be lived, for sure.

The Quidditch season would be starting by now, and you waited and waited, but no remaining teammate came to you, and they were not gathering together either, so you, with Draco, came to a solution, it was your opportunity to take control of the team. Marcus and Adrian did promise you to leave you as captain… so… you were claiming what would be yours by right.

You knew the cup was out either way, but that shouldn’t prevent you from playing Quidditch, so… you came to the next conclusion.

You needed a dispensation for organizing Quidditch friendlies.

So that had you and Draco side by side looking up at Snape with puppy eyes

“You heard the headmaster”, muttered Snape

“Yes, I know, but we were hoping that you would give us a special dispensation”, you said softly, he stopped and looked at you with one of his eyebrows raised, “please?”

“To do what exactly?”, he said, already bored with you two

“Practice”, you answered quickly, “play against the two teams, the main and the spare one”, you answered, “it's the last year for many of the team and they would love to play… besides, it's only to keep practicing so next year… we can take a shot at the cup as both of us we still going to be here”, that seemed to interest him more

“Very well Basilik, Malfoy, I will give you the dispensation, only if that’s the only way to shut you up”, he said, bored

“It will be!”, you were so happy. You ran when you had the parchment, shouting something in the lines of “no take backs”

You could already feel the chilly air in your face like when you were riding your broom and scoring many goals. This was going to be amazing

“We need to get Warrington, Montague and Bletchley”

“I got those, you get Derrik, and Boyle, our beaters”

You never thought what it was going to become of your Quidditch friendlies

Word spread like wildfire, and soon, you had not only two but at least three teams only out of Slytherin, your organized little tournaments for after class and the weekends and you were having a blast! And the amazing part is… that the other houses also joined in

First was Ravenclaw, who you had noticed watching your training, then Hufflepuff, and soon, the three houses were organizing friendly tournaments.

You were so distracted, you barely noticed, that the day had arrived

It was Halloween already and was finally the day in which you were going to receive the new schools. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The first one, the one you should have attended, and the second… not only the one Draco was supposed to go to, but… also… specialist in dark magic, really dark stuff.

This was going to be an interesting mix.

You waited patiently in your seats in the great hall, as instructed, right before dinner, this was going to be so, so amazing

“Please welcome, the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!”, presented Dumbledore, “and their headmistress Madame Maxine”

Against everybody would believe from tonight, Beauxbatons was not an only-girls school, but they chose to only bring a comitive of the most perfect looking young girls you had ever seen. As you saw those blue uniforms, you wondered how you would have looked in those. How would you be speaking perfect french, being in the beautiful school in the Pyrenees

You were brought back to reality, with your friend’s cheers. You looked back at Pansy as she looked as annoyed as you were becoming when you saw him drool over the girls who danced by. You looked at Draco as he seemed just as spellbound as Theo and Matthew

“Hey!”, you called in, snapping your fingers in front of him, he returned is eyes to you in a second so did the other two

“I wasn’t looking”, he said quickly, like he had been caught doing something naughty, but you only laughed.

“Boys, am I right?”, you mocked to Pansy, she agreed, oh but you spoke too soon…

“Now, help me welcome our friends from the North! the lads of Durmstrang, and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff”, a loud bang and a powerful entrance… the boys of Durmstrang entered in an epic show of strength and even pyrotechnics

“You got a little something”, mocked Draco, pointing at the edge of your mouth, were metaphorical drooling

“Alright I see your point”, you giggled, but it wasn’t over yet, because you and Pansy, joined by Tracy and Daphne, dropped your mouth when you saw him

“Is that…?”

“Viktor Krum”, Tracy said, with a wide smile

“Its him!”, Said Daphne all enamored. And that did not seem to entertain the boys at all. The guy was impressive, although he did look like he could be the headmaster of said school

“Welcome! welcome!”, said Dumbledore with big smiles, taking turns to greet both headmasters, Madame Maxine, who was possibly the tallest person you had ever seen. And Igor Karkaroff

You had heard about him

He was a Deatheater, one of the Dark Lord’s followers back in the day, which was… unsettling, but not surprising if you knew the interest of said school for the dark arts.

To your surprise, the boys took their seats at your table, as it had been enlarged for that purpose.

“The Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. lf chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when l say these contests are not for the faint-hearted”, he said strongly, “but more of that later!”, he clapped his hands and the feast showed up in front of you. You noticed different plates tonight, no doubt French and Bulgarian’s delicacies for your guests.

The ladies of Beauxbatons seated with the Ravenclaws, and you were genuinely happy and amazed of how easy they started mingled with other students, just as the boys started to speak with the foreign students

Draco started speaking to them too, as you managed to arrive early to the hall and get the best seats, you were right by their side.

You admired Krum because he was a great Quidditch player, well, he was handsome, but… you giggled, already smitten.

“You were at the final”, said Krum over Draco, as he had gone up the box to met the minister and all who had the VIP passes

“Yes!”, you said, more excited that you should be, “it was an amazing game!”

“Thank you”, he smiled softly.

But the hall got quiet again, the fast was over, and Dumbledore had risen from his chair, in the middle of the room, a huge golden box had been set up

“Eternal glory!”, Dumbledore started, “that is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to do this that student must survive three tasks”, said what you want about Dumbledore, but something nobody could take away from him was that he was a great orator, “three extremely dangerous tasks, for this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule…”, he said with a relieved smile, “to explain all this we have the head of the Department of international Magical Cooperation Mr. Bartemius Crouch”, a man you had never seen before stood up next to Dumbledore, and also present in the room was that weird man who still whore a ridiculous Quidditch suit, Ludo Bagman

“Thank you, thank you”, he said, “the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final” , immediately, boos and jeers could be heard in every corner of the room.

“That’s bollocks!”

“You don’t know what you are doing!”

“SILENCE!”, demanded Dumbledore, without even doing a spell to make everybody quiet

With a flick of his wand, the huge coffer opened to reveal a very old looking goblet.

“The goblet of fire”, he said, “anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only to write their name in a piece of parchment and throw it in the flames before this hour on Thursday night”, he said loudly, “do not do so lightly, if chosen, there is no turning back, as from this moment, the triwizard tournament has begun”

You looked down at the table, you didn’t know of anyone in Slytherin of seventh year that wanted to submit, but you saw a group at the end graving one boy who you couldn’t remember right now, Slytherin champion was looking sharp, you looked at the other side of the table, and you saw all the Bulgarian’s eye were in Krum’s shape

Having the other schools made you feel so strange, a strange sense of pride in you, you wanted your school to beat their asses, as you watched every class and every meal, of all the students together, an excitement filled you, you wanted your school to be the very best.

The week went terribly quickly, you didn’t even get a chance to see who dropped their names in the goblet of fire.

You knew the same Slytherin boy had dropped it, you also knew Cedric Diggory did as well, you also knew the twins wanted to, but couldn’t as they were both 16. You saw them walking around with beards and white hair, and they weren’t the only ones. Apparently that was the fate of everyone who tried to cheat and get their names in.

As you gathered again in the great hall a week later, you were so, so excited, but, as they named Cedric champion which wasn't a surprise, he was famous in the school for being… well, a great quidditch player, the smartest one and also, well, very cute and sweet.

Viktor Krum was selected as well when his name came out of the Goblet after the flames changed colors, this was spectacular…

Fleur Delacour was chosen as well, as Beauxbatons champions, she was so gorgeous, it was known that she was a Veela from her mother’s side, it made sense, you had never seen such beautiful hair like she did. Three champions, fighting for their lives in a terrifying contest for eternal glory, and you were going to get to watch and….

For Merlin’s fluffy robes.

Potter

. . .

Since Harry was chosen as a champion, Draco’s humor was in the gutter, so Quidditch practice was a good distraction for the both of you. A single place which didn’t revolve around Potter was always welcome.

Is not that you hated him, that poor guy had some serious messed up things on his plate, it was just tiring, every year something has disrupted your school year, and it was always his fault or he was involved somehow

This year the Hogwarts’ Quidditch cup was suspended due to the Triwizard Tournament, but you had been so hyped up because of the World Cup you had asked Snape to give you special dispensation to play, just for fun, you called in the replacement team too, and you played each other, it was quite fun.

“Head’s up, the Bulgarians are watching”, it was a practice and yet, when you looked up and saw Viktor Krum there your cheeks got so heated you thought you had a fever

“Not you too Basilik!”, Cassius mocked

“He is very handsome and nimble”, you giggled

“Head in the game Basilik”, he growled, as Draco frowned

“Sorry”, you said quickly, shooking your head

And that is how you ended up playing Quidditch with Viktor Krum himself.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 4 months

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The Boy Who Broke His Own Heart [Part Seven]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Jasmine Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald, Euphemia Potter, Filius Flitwick, Fleamont Potter,

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6337

Summary: Sirius would rather break his own heart than hers.

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‘Is Lily coming?’ it was a simple question and yet it was enough to make Sirius’ heart squeeze in his chest, like it always did. He’d hoped that after some time he’d start to get over Jasmine but it hadn’t happened yet even if he had managed to get a lid on himself to hide his feelings from James. When he looked up she standing on the other side of the long dining table, looking at James who was sitting beside him, milk from a mouthful of cornflakes trickling down his chin as he replied, ‘what?’

‘For Easter,’ Jasmine clarified. Sirius watched her though she kept her gaze on her brother, not daring to look his way or sit at the table as she once might have.

‘Oh, uh no,’ James said swallowing his mouthful and wiping his mouth of his sleeve, ‘she’s going home for Easter said she wanted to spend some time with her family since it’s the last one y’know.’

‘Right,’ Jasmine said.

‘Personally I think she just wants some revision time without me interrupting her,’ he said rolling his eyes, ‘why?’

‘Theo’s coming,’ she said quietly, her eyes flitting to Sirius for a fraction of a second. He dropped his gaze to his toast, trying to ignore the bile in his stomach at the thought of an upcoming Easter break. He’d only just managed to get his head around spending two weeks with Jasmine again, with them forced into close quarters where neither could avoid the other. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to it, throw Theo in the mix and he wasn’t convinced staying behind wasn’t a better option if it wouldn’t alert James’ suspicions.

‘Why?’ James asked.

‘Why do you invite Lily?’ Jasmine asked hotly.

‘Oh I was only asking,’ James sighed.

‘If you must know he wants to meet mum and dad,’ Jasmine said, losing confidence as she felt Sirius’ grey gaze on her once more. She cleared her throat, ‘so um, mum said we have to have a proper sit-down dinner.’

‘Oh for Merlin’s-’

‘Don’t moan!’ Jasmine scowled, ‘it was mum’s idea not mine…just tell Lily she’s invited for the night if she wants to come okay?’

‘Okay will do,’ James said. He watched her as she flitted out of the hall, heading to her first lesson of the day. As she disappeared James turned his focus back to his neglected cornflakes though his attention was caught by sniggering across the way.

‘What?’ he asked, catching Remus and Peter sharing an amused glance.

‘Looks like you better get a move on Prongs,’ Peter smirked.

‘What are you on about?’ James sighed.

‘Well that sounds serious doesn’t it?’ Remus said, ‘meet the parents and all that.’

‘So?’ James frowned, ‘Lily’s met them.’

‘Yeah but that wasn’t her idea,’ Peter countered.

‘What are you talking about?’ James asked.

‘You might be in the market for a new brother-in-law,’ Peter said, causing James’ mouth to fall open in shock. Sirius, who’d been pretending to be overly interested in his bacon and eggs, looked up immediately, his heart thudding in his chest and not slowing even as James laughed.

‘Nah!’ he chuckled.

‘It’s not mental to think about,’ Remus reasoned.

‘They’ve barely been together five minutes!’ James protested.

‘Six months,’ Sirius said though he wasn’t sure how he managed to speak through the lump in his throat. Peter smiled smugly at his interjection, mistaking it for light hearted banter.

‘Come off it,’ James scoffed.

‘I don’t know,’ Peter chuckled, ‘Jasmine Scamander does have a nice ring to it.’

James rolled his eyes and went back to his breakfast, leaving Remus and Peter chuckling away at their ability to wind him up. Sirius however didn’t smile once, the idea of Jasmine Scamander burned into his brain for the rest of breakfast.

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Needless to say the first few days of the Easter Holidays were awkward in the Potter household, for Jasmine and Sirius at least. It wasn’t that they went out of their way to make each other feel uncomfortable it was just that they were forced to be around one another, where they’d previously kept their distance. Sirius tried not to be but since it was their last official school break Effie had grown somewhat sentimental and was finding ways for them to spend time together. She’d also grown outrageously fond of Theo which meant that he was included in everything they did much to his chagrin. The only solace he got was his bike. He’d bought it the day he’d come of age, a splurge purchase but a worthy one in his opinion. A sleek black and chrome beast that shone and dazzled as he drove it around town.

He loved it, spending whatever free time he was afforded out in the Potter’s garage tinkering away. James had joined him early on but his interest was more in riding than the mechanics of it so his enthusiasm had waned quickly.Not that Sirius cared because it meant he was left alone, the focus he had to put into his work and the rumble of its magnificent engine as he drove it enough to drown out all his thoughts.

That was where he’d been for the past hour. Just driving around the village since he had yet to get the flying charm to work, so nothing to scandalous, well if one didn’t count driving past a throng of teenage girls and making them break into furious whisper scandal. Still it had been enough to get his mind off his current situation if only for a bit. He’d been on his way to wash up, the oil and mud that had not moved from under his fingernails after a cursory wipe on his jeans his main concern but as he got to the kitchen door he paused catching the end of the conversation just beyond the door.

‘Oh darling that’s wonderful!’ Effie gushed, the smile in her voice audible even from beyond the door, ‘we must have his family around for dinner!’

‘Mum,’ Jasmine said quietly. Sirius frowned. Today was supposed to be Theo’s last day with them, it was why he’d vacated the house so that he didn’t have to be subjected to a long drawn-out goodbye, but now it sounded as though he wasn’t going to get his wish.

‘Easter Sunday! What are they doing Easter Sunday because the entire family will be over anyway-‘

‘Mum do we have to?’ Jasmine grumbled. Sirius heard Effie sigh.

‘Oh Jasmine we have to celebrate! This is a big deal my love,’ Effie said, ‘I know you don’t like the spotlight darling but well it wouldn’t be proper to let such a thing go by without marking it don’t you think?’

He could sense her moving around the kitchen as she started wittering away about arrangements for Easter Sunday but Sirius couldn’t hear her, his head felt as though it’d been dipped underwater as he tried to push away the memory of his friends teasing out of his mind. Celebration. Jasmine had something to celebrate and he was sure it was nothing good.

‘Oh I must contact the butchers! If we’re having more guests we’ll need more lamb!’ Effie fussed, ‘Jas can you send an owl to Theo and ask him how many people he’ll be bringing and if there’s anything they need. I’ll get your father to nip for some wine, and champagne! Oh hi dear.’

Sirius was so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t realised she was headed his way until she spoke breezing through the door and down towards Fleamont’s study with a gleaming smile on her face. Jasmine watched him at the door and then turned away guilty which only tugged him forward, the swinging kitchen door bouncing back as he walked through it.

‘What was that about?’ he asked watching as she busied herself with the cup of tea she’d been making.

‘What?’ she asked, ‘oh nothing.’

‘What are we celebrating?’ Sirius asked, willing her to look his way.

‘Nothing,’ Jasmine repeated, her gaze on the swirling tea in her China cup as she stirred.

‘Didn’t sound like nothing,’ Sirius replied. At that Jasmine hesitated, placing her teaspoon on the counter as she looked at him, wrapping her arms around herself as if she could hold herself together that way.

‘It’s nothing official,’ she said quietly.

‘But?’ Sirius asked, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

‘Theo and I were talking before he left…about after we leave school and…and well he’s asked me to marry him,’ she said quietly, her hazel eyes watching him sadly.

‘What did you say?’ he asked though from the pit in his stomach he was sure he knew.

‘And I said I would,’ she whispered.

‘Why?’ Sirius asked angrily, evidently taking her off guard from the way her eyes went wide, her sadness turning to irritation at his questioning.

‘Why what?’ she asked indignantly.

‘Oh come on Jas!’ Sirius scoffed, ‘you can’t seriously want to marry the bloke!’

‘Why wouldn’t I?’ she snapped.

‘Because!’ Sirius reasoned, ‘because he’s not…’

‘He’s not what?’ she challenged.

‘Well he’s just not for you is he,’ Sirius insisted.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ she said, folding her arms across her chest.

‘You know what I mean! He’s just not the one for you is he!’ Sirius said, pacing as he tried to get his words out. He knew he had no right to be saying it. That he had had his chance far too long ago and he had lost her but the thought of her marrying him, tying herself to him forever it was just wrong. She was sweet and bright. Sunshine in a world of darkness. She deserved more than Theo fucking Scamander. Jasmine scoffed.

‘And who is Sirius? What guy would you put me with, huh? Who’s the man for me?’ she said getting so close to him he was forced to stop pacing, looking down on her guiltily. He could see tears glinting in her waterline but he couldn’t bring himself to reply, Jasmine sighed shakily, ‘you can't even say it can you? You can’t even put it out there-‘

‘It’s not that simple Jas,’ he replied.

‘Why not?’ she begged, ‘because of James? Because we’re mates? Theo?’

‘Jas, it’s not that simple,’ he repeated, the only words he could get has mouth to say even though it was mere parroting.

‘It is to me,’ she whispered, ‘you made your decision Sirius. You didn’t want me. Theo does-‘

‘And that’s a reason to marry him?’ Sirius challenged, ‘do you even love him?’

‘Yes,’ Jasmine said angrily.

‘Yeah right,’ he scoffed.

‘It’s true!’ she said.

‘If that’s the case why were you in my bed all over Christmas?’ he said darkly, ‘why were you jealous of the other girls!’

‘Why did you let me go!?’ she shouted. She was being far too loud now. Her mother couldn’t be more than a few rooms away and James could be anywhere in the house and yet she couldn’t stop herself from shouting, the anger and hurt she’d been festering away since he’d dumped her in the summer spilling out. Sirius said nothing, guilt plastered all over his face.

‘You decided we wouldn’t work! You had the chance to change your mind at Christmas but you agreed to put it all behind us! You can’t even tell me how you feel now you just dance around it like loving me would be the worst thing in the world-‘

‘That’s not true,’ he replied sharply.

‘Then say it!’ she begged. Tears were spilling from her eyes now, rolling down her cheeks and leaving wet tracks in their wake but she didn’t wipe them away. Sirius fought the urge to do so, his own tears stinging at his eyes. He didn’t know why he couldn’t be honest. Why he couldn’t let himself love her. Then again it was clear he was already hurting without them being together, what chance did they have at surviving a relationship.

‘Jas,’ he said thickly as her hand moved to his cheek, stroking the slightly stubbled skin beneath it.

‘Say it. Tell me now how you feel and I’ll forget Theo. No wedding. Just us,’ she pleaded, looking into his grey eyes for answers that never came. Her hand dropped from his cheek as if she’d been burned, ‘you can’t can you?’

‘Jas,’ he whispered but she was already pulling away, wiping the wetness from her face as she composed herself.

‘You might not like Theo but he’s a good person Sirius. He’s kind and he’s sweet and he tells me that he loves me. He shows me that he does every day,’ she said, her voice still shaky, ‘and I don’t have to pretend with him. He’s not ashamed of me.’

‘I am not ashamed,’ Sirius said quickly.

‘Feels that way,’ she said quietly, ‘and I wont be strung along for the rest of my life until you figure out what you want from me.’

And before he could protest she was gone leaving him standing in the kitchen with his own tears running down his face.

✵✵✵

After that Sirius and Jasmine didn’t talk. In fact Sirius barely left the garage which was just as well as once the news of upcoming nuptials had settled into the Potter household there seemed to be a revolving door of tasks for everyone to do to prepare for a dinner with the ‘in laws’. Sirius was happy to keep out of the way, the ache in his chest just about manageable as he charmed, tightened and realigned every inch of his bike. By the time Easter Sunday rolled around he was sure he’d practically taken the whole thing apart and reassembled it with his tinkering but he was sure it was ready to fly now.

Which was just what he intended to do now and why he was shrugging on his leather jacket ready to head downstairs when James appeared in the doorway.

‘Why aren’t you dressed people will be arriving any minute!’ he chastised, closing the door behind him for fear his mother would overhear the wrench in her plans for the night.

‘Not going,’ Sirius said simply.

‘What?!’ James gawped, ‘why not?’

‘Don’t feel like it,’ Sirius lied as he grabbed his helmet from the bed where it was resting and attempted to make his way to the door. As James blocked his path he scowled.

‘It’s a family dinner!’ James protested.

‘Exactly and I’m not family,’ Sirius said though as James went to respond he waved him off and said, ‘she wouldn’t want me there anyway.’

‘Why not?’ James asked confused.

‘She just wouldn’t,’ Sirius said. He could see thoughts whirring in James’ brain but he was saved from questioning as they heard his mother call for him up the stairs, ‘look you should go. I’m going for a bike ride.’

‘Pads-’

‘I’ll see you later yeah?’ Sirius said before he skulked out the room, taking the back stairs that led towards the rear of the house and made for an easy exit. James watched him go utterly flummoxed though he didn’t have time to dwell on it as his mother called for him yet again and knowing it wasn’t worth his life he sighed and headed downstairs.

As expected she had gone all out for their anticipated guests the dining room looking regal and elegant with ornate place settings and centrepieces. His mother was busy arranging place cards, eyeing each one as though she knew her guests well enough to know who to sit next to who. When she heard him approach she looked up, sighing as she caught sight of his unruly hair though she was fortunately too distracted by his lack of companion to bring it up instead opting for, ‘where’s Sirius?’

‘Haven’t seen him,’ James lied.

‘Oh for merlin’s sake, nevermind,’ she said waving him off, ‘Jasmine is in the drawing room go and help her.’

And with that James headed to find his sister trying to ignore the worry in his gut that something wasn’t right.

✵✵✵

To Jasmine’s surprise her unofficial engagement dinner went off without a hitch. Her prospective in laws seemed to like her very much and Theo was just as polite and sweet as ever meaning her extended family soon warmed to him. She could even pretend that the ache in her gut wasn’t there for most of the evening though every time her eyes swept over the empty place setting at the table she felt it get a little stronger. Still she tried to put it from her mind. She had meant what she had told Sirius. She had spent too long waiting for him to love her or admit that he did whichever it was she didn’t know. How long could she be expected to hang on? How long could she live in limbo hoping that one day he’d be able to admit his feelings for her? She was willing to throw her future away, to hurt Theo and he couldn’t even tell her he loved her. How would that ever work?

Still the more she thought about it how could her and Theo work anyway? How could she look him in the eye and marry him when she knew that she would’ve thrown it all away?

She had always thought that love was giving someone the power to wreck you. Now she was starting to think it trusting them not to. Sirius didn’t trust her but Theo did. He loved her. And she wasn’t going to break that trust on a hope for something better. She just needed to focus on that. Focus on him.

Which was easy to do when she kept her attention on the conversation, listening to how his mother gushed of his academic exploits or how her father commended him for his knowledge of practical magic. It was less easy to do when she heard whispers coming from the end of the table, Sirius’ name interlaced somewhere amongst them.

‘He was the biggest in our class by a country mile!’ Theo beamed as he relayed the tale of their pet project Finn to her enamoured mother, ‘since he was the runt of the litter I devised a special formula that helped him double his birth weight within the first week. Jas tended to him every day.’

‘She’s always had a nurturing side our Jasmine,’ Effie beamed, ‘and she loves an underdog.’

‘Well he wouldn’t have done so well without her,’ Theo smiled, placing his hand over hers on the table. Jasmine glanced at it, smiling weakly at him though her attention been locked onto her father who had been whispering furtively with their head house elf, Bonney, before he excused himself from the room. Whilst Theo continued talking about Finn, the conversation descending into a tale from his grandfather about the time he raised a full litter of Kneazles Jasmine watched her father slip back in the room, whispering discreetly into her brother's ear before they slipped out quietly.

‘Excuse me,’ Jasmine muttered to no one in particular, thankful that Theo’s grandad was captivating enough in his story telling that her absence wasn’t noted. James and Fleamont were standing in the foyer, grave looks on their faces as they spoke. Looks that Jasmine realised were warranted as she caught the end of their conversation, ‘the hospital in the village he said.’

‘We need to go now,’ James said urgently.

‘I’ll inform your mother,’ Fleamont agreed.

‘What’s going on?’ Jasmine asked causing their heads to snap up.

‘Jas,’ James said sadly, causing the ache in her gut to turn into a hole, a gaping chasm.

‘What is it?’ she asked quickly.

‘Sirius has been in an accident,’ Fleamont explained.

‘What kind of accident?’ she asked rushing to them.

‘He’s crashed that bloody bike,’ James said with a mirthless laugh.

‘Is he okay?’ she asked, a lump in her throat.

‘We don’t know,’ Fleamont said, ‘but he managed to get a message to Remus through the muggle telephone so he can’t be too badly hurt.’

‘Right,’ Jasmine said though it didn’t make her feel any better, ‘let’s go then.’

‘What?’ James said confused.

‘What are you waiting for?’ she pressed wondering why he of all people was dawdling. Surely he was just as frantic to know if he was alright. God that stupid bike! Why, why did he have to buy that blasted thing?

‘Sweetheart it’s probably better that you stay here. James and I can go and make sure he’s alright. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about anyway,’ Fleamont said placing a caring hand on her shoulder but she shook him off, unable to think of anything but getting to that damn hospital.

‘I’m coming with you,’ she said firmly.

‘It’s your engagement dinner!’ James protested, unable to fathom why she was being so stubborn. He knew they were friends and he was just as worried but she had a dining room full of guests a fact his mother seemed acutely aware of as she came into the hall, closing the dining room doors quietly behind her as she caught them all chatting.

‘What an earth are you three doing out here?’ she chastised, her face falling as she saw the upset on their faces, ‘Monty what’s happened?’

‘Sirius has been in an accident,’ Fleamont explained hurriedly adding a caveat when he saw her face grow worried, ‘we’re sure he’s fine. Just off to check.’

‘Let’s go,’ Jasmine repeated, growing irritable at the dawdling.

‘Jasmine Potter! Surely you cannot think of going! You have guests!’ Effie said.

‘Tell them to leave then,’ Jasmine said flatly.

‘Jas,’ James said but she was done with listening. Done with waiting and worrying. She couldn’t hang around any longer and so with a loud CRACK she apparated leaving her family behind.

The alley way she landed in was dank and smelly but fortunately out of view of the hubbub of the local A&E which meant her appearance from thin air wasn’t noted. Nor was the two subsequent arrivals of her Dad and brother as they appeared a second later. She could feel their eyes on her, concern on both their faces, but she ignored them walking around to the front of the hospital to the entrance.

Inside was subdued, the rush and hubbub she’d expected nowhere to be seen. People sat in plastic chairs talking in low, polite whispers, nurses walked by in pairs, smiling and laughing, and more importantly Sirius was nowhere to be seen. She wondered if that was because he was too unwell, his injuries too grave that this waiting room was unable to house him. She wondered if the faint beeping was from machines designed to keep him alive.

‘Where is he?’ she asked, looking at James who was scanning the room as she was, his nose wrinkled at the clinical smell of bleach and old urine.

‘Said he was on ward four,’ James said, pointing to a sign above the reception desk that pointed to a set of double doors. Jasmine charged through them following the signs from corridor to corridor until finally they were another pair, the entrance to ward four. Through the wired panes of the door window she could see beds lined up in a row, each one housing a man, all in various states of health. Yet she couldn’t see him and as she stood there she didn’t want to. She was too scared too. If James noticed her hesitance he didn’t let on, pushing past her through the doors until he was standing in front the nurses station.

The nurse sitting behind the desk was older and looked up at him over the top of her glasses expectantly, not offering a word of help.

‘Sorry, excuse me but we’re looking for my friend,’ James said, feeling Jasmine and his father appear behind him.

‘Name?’

‘James Potter,’ he replied.

‘Patient’s name,’ she sighed.

‘Oh, uh Sirius Black,’ James said, a flush of pink on his cheeks from the mistake.

‘End bed,’ she said gesturing the end of her pen at the curtains that were drawn around the bed at the furthest end of the ward. As James muttered thanks and took off Jasmine allowed her legs to carry her though it felt as though she was wading through treacle, the dread in her stomach growing by the second.

It only disappeared as James bobbed his head around the curtain and heaved a sigh of relief, pushing the patterned cotton curtain back so that his family could follow him around.

‘There you are!’ James said moving into the tiny cubicle.

‘Hey,’ Sirius said as the boy moved to hug him. Jasmine stood by her father watching the whole thing, trying to take him in enough to make her heart start thumping. He didn’t look great, a nasty gash near his hair line along with a catalogue of purple bruises down his left side especially around his ankle which was propped up on a pillow, looking as if it wasn’t quite in the right place. Jasmine had to force the bile from her throat.

‘Thank god you’re alright!’ James said.

‘Few broken bones they think and a concussion but that’s about the worst of it,’ Sirius explained.

‘How about that for luck!’ Fleamont smiled, capturing the boy’s attention for the first time. It also seemed to be the first time he’d noted Jasmine was there, spying her behind her father watching him worriedly, ‘oh Fi will be pleased to hear you’re okay. That bloody bike!’

‘I know, I know,’ Sirius said, his guilt mounting as Jasmine looked away, biting her lip as if she was going to cry.

‘Still,’ Fleamont said not noting his daughter’s distress, ‘we could do with getting you to St Mungo’s asap. They’d have you ship shape in a jiffy I doubt these muggles know what they’re doing.’

‘Tell me about it,’ Sirius said, recalling the way he’d been jostled and jiggled from the moment he’d been scraped off the asphalt.

‘In that case I’ll go and see if we can get you moved. I’ve got a friend there who owes me a favour and no doubt Euphemia will want an update,’ Fleamont said, ‘excuse me.’

‘Thanks Monty,’ Sirius called as the older man smiled and ducked back around the curtains.

Standing there alone Jasmine now felt exposed so moved to take a seat in the plastic chair next to her brother’s. It was cold and hard beneath her bottom but she didn’t care, her eyes fixed on Sirius’ inspecting every inch of him to make sure his casual attitude was warranted. Though it wasn’t as though she didn’t already feel foolish enough, her mind flashing to Theo and family being turfed out of their house all for Sirius to be absolutely fine.

‘What happened?’ James asked, his gaze on Sirius to, his own worry ebbing now that he had eyes on his friend.

‘Flying charm didn’t last. I was doing okay; it had started to fade so I was losing air but I was in control. I was going to be able to land and pull back into driving again but then this car pulled out from nowhere, ran me straight off the road and into a wall,’ Sirius said.

‘Why didn’t you apparate?’ Jasmine asked, her voice surprising them all as she hadn’t spoken since they’d entered the hospital. Sirius cleared his throat awkwardly.

‘Didn’t have time,’ he said, ‘it all happened too quick.’

‘Well I’m just glad you’re alright mate,’ James said, ‘you had us worried there.’

‘You know me. Always alright,’ Sirius joked though no one laughed. No one said anything which was just as well as someone came around the curtain, a young-looking nurse with bright eyes and an eager smile as she took them in.

‘Oh! Mr Black, sorry I didn’t know you had visitors,’ she apologised though the way she breezed in and kicked the brake off under the bed suggested she wasn’t going to let them interfere with her job, ‘the doctor has asked you go for an X-Ray so we’re going to take you there now.’

‘What’s that?’ Jasmine asked worriedly as a porter appeared from behind the curtain, moving to help the nurse unmoor the bed from its place.

‘It’s like a picture of his bones,’ the nurse explained, ‘to see what’s broken.’

‘Does it hurt?’ Jasmine asked, feeling both James and Sirius’ gaze on her though she ignored it.

‘Not a bit,’ the nurse said kindly, looking at Sirius as she said, ‘ready?’

‘Ready,’ Sirius nodded as they gently wheeled him out from behind the curtains leaving James and Jasmine sitting there watching the spot that he’d vacated.

Once he was out of sight Jasmine let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. He was fine, a little banged up but fine. That was the main thing she reasoned. And if he hadn’t been she would’ve wanted to be here anyway, her worry was justified. She could explain it all to Theo, he’d understand because he was nice that way.

‘It’s you isn’t it?’ James asked flatly, snapping her from the trance she’d been in.

‘What?’ she asked weakly.

‘The girl he’s been heartbroken over,’ James said, the pieces clicking into place as he sighed, ‘oh god I should’ve known! Why else wouldn’t he tell me!’

‘James,’ Jasmine whispered.

‘How long?’ James pressed, ‘c’mon how long.’

‘Since he came to live with us,’ Jasmine confessed.

‘For merlin’s sake,’ James sighed.

‘But we ended it, he, ended it before school,’ James said hurriedly making her brother frown. That was why she’d been so off, why he’d been so off. How he hadn’t cottoned on sooner he didn’t know.

‘Why?’

‘He didn’t want to upset you,’ Jasmine said quietly.

‘Why would I be upset?’ James laughed, making Jasmine’s brow furrow, ‘you’re my sister and he’s my best mate. Kinda perfect when you think about it.’

‘But it’s not just that is it,’ Jasmine said, recalling the laundry list of reasons Sirius had given her. She could rhyme them all off verbatim after all, she’d gone through them over and over in her head almost every day since he’d ended it, ‘what if we split up? I’d hate for you to feel like you had to choose between us and well there’s a good chance of that isn’t there. He’s not a relationship guy after all. He made that clear.’

‘Yeah but Jas it’s been a while since then right? He’s been heartbroken since you and Theo got together maybe he feels different,’ James challenged.

‘He doesn’t,’ she said firmly, sighing as James pressed her with a look, ‘I gave him a chance…at Christmas we kinda-’

‘But you were with Theo,’ James said bringing the tidal wave of guilt that had been plaguing her ever since she’d left that evening.

‘I know and I feel horrible about it but I thought he missed me as much as I did him but,’ she stalled, dropping her gaze to her lap as tears burned her eyes, threatening to fall any second, ‘but he still didn’t want me.’

‘That can’t be true Jas,’ James said grabbing her attention as he took her hand and interlaced his fingers through his upon seeing her distress. Jasmine looked up sadly, ‘Jas I’ve seen him. These past few months he’s been broken, hell, he couldn’t let you have an engagement dinner without nearly killing himself! That doesn’t sound like a man who’s over you-’

‘I tried! James I begged him to tell me how he feels, to be honest with me and he can’t. He doesn’t want me but can’t bear to have me with anyone else? What kind of life is that?’ she said, her heart aching at the hope in James’ voice. Because it was hope she’d had. Hope that faded by the day.

‘Jas it’s not that simple,’ James reasoned, pressing on as she scoffed, ‘he’s not like us! He’s scared.’

‘Of loving me?’ she asked.

‘Of cocking it up! It’s not exactly as if he’s had the blue print for what love should look like,’ James reasoned sparking another wave of guilt. He’d never really spoke much of his family, and the stuff he had told Jasmine, in the dark of night, was heartache, sorrow and pain. James continued, ‘Jas he loves people so deeply the thought of hurting them ruins him so much he won’t let his guard down. In this case not just you but me too.’

‘Why is he so determined he’d hurt me?’ she reasoned.

‘He’s never seen he doesn’t have to,’ James said softly, his long fingers squeezing hers tightly. Jasmine swallowed thickly.

‘I’d say you’re right. I’d say you should go on and marry Theo and be happy,’ he said, offering her a mischievous smile as she looked at him, ‘but number one I’m a little selfish for wanting you two together.’

‘And number two?’ she sniffled.

‘Number two – you left your own engagement dinner to be here. That doesn’t strike me as the actions of a girl who’s over it don’t you think?’ James said quietly.

At that tears started to pour down Jasmine’s cheeks, the dam of almost a years’ worth of turmoil rushing to the surface. James sighed and pulled her in for a hug, allowing her to weep quietly into his shoulder. She should’ve known he’d see right through them both. Maybe that was why the pair of them were so scared to include him because they knew he’d cut them both down to size. She did love Sirius that was obvious and though she’d reasoned that she shouldn’t have to wait around for him to love her maybe that was wrong. Or at least maybe it was wrong to try and convince herself that she could feel the love she felt for Sirius for Theo.

Maybe instead of relying on him being brave she needed to be brave for him. And if he couldn’t tell her, if he couldn’t allow himself to feel the love he had for her then she needed to let him go. Not just cling onto someone else because they were there.

‘Merlin I only went for an Xray I’m not dead,’ Sirius joked as he was wheeled around the curtains though his face fell as Jasmine pulled back from her brother’s embrace revealing her tear-streaked face to him. As he looked away Jasmine swiped at her tears quickly. It was quiet for a moment as the nurse and porter got him settled before offering polite goodbyes and ducking out back to the ward. James shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat as he said, ‘how was it?’

‘Alright just some big metal machine. The man said it takes pictures of my bones but I don’t know how,’ Sirius explained, unable to stop looking at Jasmine.

‘Magic I bet,’ James joked lifelessly.

‘Yeah,’ Sirius mumbled. He didn’t know what he’d missed, what had gotten her into this state and he was going to ask but then a thought popped into his head, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he gave them permission to, ‘how was the dinner?’

‘It’s erm, kinda still happening,’ James said awkwardly.

‘Oh,’ Sirius mumbled. James shifted, slipping from where he and Jasmine were still interlaced as he said, ‘I erm, I’m gonna go see how dad’s getting on.’

He was gone in a second, slipping out around the curtains and closing them fully so that the two were isolated, the hubbub of the ward appearing duller now even though the curtains were no thicker than a two pence piece. Sirius watched Jasmine closely. He had no doubt that at the start of the meal she would’ve been dressed to the nines except now she looked deflated. Her dress was wrinkled from where she’d been hugging James, her hair which had been held in an elegant up do now sagged from being fiddled with and her eye makeup smudged from where she’d been crying.

‘I thought you were dead,’ she whispered, her gaze fixed on the light blue cotton of his counterpane.

‘Jas,’ he said quietly.

‘I thought you were dead and the last thing we did was argue,’ she said.

‘M’sorry,’ was all he could offer.

‘I don’t want to argue with you,’ she admitted, finally looking at him as she took a deep breath.

‘Me either,’ Sirius agreed.

‘But I don’t want to feel like this,’ she said, a sob catching in her chest though she forced it down, ‘I don’t want to be unsure or have my head spin hoping you can trust your feelings.’

‘That’s fair enough. I understand,’ he nodded, feeling his lip quiver. He had hoped, he always hoped that she would carry on waiting for him, but he shouldn’t be surprised that she had given up on him. He’d had enough chances, more than he deserved and this was it. Finished.

At least he thought it was but Jasmine took him off guard as she asked incredulously, ‘are you seriously that thick?’

‘What?’ he asked baffled.

‘I don’t want to feel like this but even if I try to ignore how I feel it doesn’t stop me from loving you, you pillock,’ she said.

‘You love me?’ he asked with surprise.

‘Of course I do!’ she said, ‘Theo was sitting in our dining room with his whole family and it didn’t stop me from leaving. The minute I heard you were hurt I didn’t think I just left.’

It seemed crazy to admit now but how could she expect him to be honest if she wasn’t.

‘You still can’t say it can you?’ she asked as he remained quiet. Sirius sat up, scooting towards the edge of the bed though he winced as his broken ankle twinged. Jasmine moved to perch on the bed beside him, their hands interlacing as their heads touched.

‘It’s not that I don’t Jas,’ Sirius started, willing himself to be brave, ‘I do but admitting it feels like asking for something to go wrong. But I do feel it. I feel it when you smile at me, when you roll your eyes at me and James. I feel it when you laugh, even more if I made you. When you cut your toast into triangles and not squares because you insist it tastes better.’

‘It does,’ Jasmine insisted with a tiny giggle. Sirius chuckled.

‘I feel it when you help Pete with his homework or do a prank you want no part in,’ Sirius whispered, ‘I feel it so much with all the little things-’

He had more to say, so many things he loved about her but she didn’t allow them to come, her lips silencing his words as she kissed him. It was short and sweet, the longing of the last few months barely covered but it was enough and it left them both incredibly smiley as they broke apart. Still he felt the need to explain.

‘Jas understand how it feels to you. But I do feel it, I promise I do and I can show you I do I promise-’

‘I know,’ Jasmine whispered.

‘I just don’t want to fuck it up,’ he admitted.

‘You won’t,’ she said.

‘You believe that?’ he said, unsure how she could have such blind faith in him.

‘I do,’ she said firmly.

‘How can you be sure?’ he asked.

‘Because I love you enough not to let you,’ she said, ‘and I understand that it might take us a minute to figure it out but we will. I believe in you. James does too.’

‘He knows,’ Sirius said. Of course he did. He may have been oblivious most of the time but even he couldn’t ignore a sobbing sister on his shoulder.

‘He’s actually surprisingly pro us,’ Jasmine giggled.

‘Wow,’ Sirius said quietly, a smile gracing his lips as he said, ‘well in that case.’

Again their lips only locked for a moment as James reappeared, groaning as he caught them.

‘Do you two have to? We’re in a hospital for merlin’s sake!’ he said.

‘I’d say it’s just what the doctor ordered,’ Sirius said, making Jasmine giggle as she tucked herself into his arms, the pair of them the most content they had been in months.

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One Day at a Time

Chapter 1: November 3rd 1981

Remus Lupin x fem! marauder! reader (eventually)

Summary: Even when you escape, you never truly escape

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past relationships (Sirius x reader), feeling sick, death, torture, as well as not eating and a lack of appetite, canon character deaths, angst, slight trauma, grief, bittersweet fluff

A/n: 6.4k words, thank you to everyone thats already showed support i'm so excited for this series its not even real xx

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Your head leant against the window, the trains soft vibrations on the glass near lulling you to sleep as you watched the cityscape you had grown accustomed to shift into rolling fields, moodily beautiful forestry, and the occasional pretty village. You had no idea how far it was now to Cardiff, time had no meaning for you anymore, not when you had a future or past to look fondly towards or back on

Betrayal is a fickle thing. There were 9 people in this world you trusted with your life. There was the four who were your best friends, your fellow marauders, yet now two lay dead, one you hoped was were you were headed and the other in a cell for it all. There was the three you saw as sisters, all gone, one saving her child, another died unarmed, the last in vengeance of the second. And finally there were two, the soulmates who were now only here physically, their minds long gone

“Bless you” you whisper when the lady across from you sneezes, the same one from the station earlier

She gives you that funny smile again, that kind smile laced with gratitude yet had clear concern and, dare say, pity sown in there too. You watch as she wipes her nose and returns to her morning paper, softly flicking the page and folding it around on itself as she presumably starts the crossword in it. While she pulls out a pen your gaze drifts down to the article now painted on the back, that ache in your chest returning

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Mass London street murderer sentenced for life The man who killed 13 civilians in an explosion in broad daylight has been handed a life sentence. Witnesses of the scene said they heard his former friend exclaim he was responsible for killing another young couple who passed the night before on Halloween. Twenty-one-year-old, S… -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Sucking a sharp breath, you look out the window once more, holding the tears back with such force your nose feels like it’s burning. You didn’t want to cry, not because you were in public, in that moment you couldn’t care less, no, you didn’t want to cry because you knew you would never stop if you did, let alone survive another wave alone

Watching the world whisk by you distantly heard an announcement, you were approaching…something, border for wales, the next stop, final stop you didn’t know. Your eyes merely bounced over the environment, imagining a person running and jumping over all the obstacles which came their way. You figured the person was yourself, running away from the darkness of London, trying to escape to the light, to Remus who was most likely engulfed in the same darkness

That was if he knew of course, Mary had mentioned days ago she was trying to get a hold of him, but with the moon being only days prior to that fateful night it was likely he was too weak to pick up

Your eyes fluttered as the train passed under a bridge. It takes a second for your eyes to focus once more when you exit and find your now looking at a large open field, but when they do your heart leaps and shatters all at once at the sight of a lone stag in the center

“James” you whisper quietly, hand touching the window as the animal looks in your direction, making eye contact

You keep your eyes fixed on him for as long as you can, barley even letting yourself blink as you refuse to lose one second of it, for once he’s gone you’ll never see him again…you’re never going to see James again. You knew this already yet suddenly it was hitting you all over again and you felt like you were going to throw up

“Can you watch my stuff?” you ask the lady a little breathless, clearly distressed but you hide it mildly well as you gesture to your bags

She nods “Of course dear” and gives you a smile

With that you stand, making your way through the train towards the bathroom, ignoring the looks of the people you pass by who are most likely judging your attire and wild hair. Shakily you reach the bathroom just as someone else on the other side is approaching with who you assume is their child

“Oh hello” he greets, head tilting as he takes in your appearance “You can go first if you want” he offers earning a frustrated pout from his toddler

“No no” you shake your head “Please” you wave your hand towards the door, letting them go in and the man gives you a thankful smile

As the child trails behind they look up at you, eyes piercing your soul for a moment before the door closes and your body collapses into the wall. Hand pressed against it as you try to manage your breathing, not only was James’ death real but Lily’s, the universe really said fuck you when she put a child with big green eyes before you

Your heart was sand at this point, the waves of grief grinding it down until you were left with dust, mind replaying all your best memories but at the end he always arrived, in his prison rags laughing like he did in the newspaper.

“Thank you…a-are you alright there?” the man says as he exits the bathroom while the child already rushing off down the train to hug what must be his partner

Turning around you put on your best face “Just a little motion sick is all” you wave it off “Haven’t been on a train for almost 3 years”

He nods “My husbands the same, he used to go to some private school up north” he tells you with a fond smile and your eyes look back down the carriage, squinting as you recognise the boy, a Ravenclaw, who was the year above your own

Good to know someone made it out, you think and for the first time you felt a brief smile cross your face

“You have a beautiful family” you look back at him, seeing his smile grow before he takes a few paces towards them

“Hope you feel better soon” he turns back to which you whisper a quiet ‘thank you’ before entering the bathroom

Calmly you lock the door then take a step into the small room, but as your eyes meet the mirror you grimace at yourself. You looked broken in every essence of the word. A shell of your former self. The girl that laughed and shouted with her friends, that loved with everything and never gone in half-heartedly, that thought she found a boy just like her only to find out he was actually a monster

Yeah…maybe broken was an understatement

A thump formed in your throat, the brief and fleeting happy feeling gone like all the rest and the guilt of feeling good for even a millisecond sank in. Your knees give way and you collapse to the floor, clutching the sides of the toilet as you try to calm yourself down. You must have stayed there for a good few minutes before falling to your side, one hand still gripping the bowl

As your senses returned you cringed “Ew” you look at your hands, closing your eyes as you realised you just held on to a public toilet, merlin a train toilet for that matter

Treacherously you stand up using the sink for help, holding on it as you looked into the mirror once more. No, you weren’t a shell, you were a completely different person. Once you led people on missions, face the darkest wizards, concurred your fear, the idea of your own mortality but grief was a different kind of pain, lace that with betray and heartbreak you have a deadly combination. The kind that destroys and changes you in a way nothing else can

Your hands find the soap dispenser, letting out a sigh in relief that it was actually filled. Rubbing the soap between your fingers started like any other, but slowly your movements got rougher, trying to remove something you couldn’t see.

Him

Your brain still couldn’t understand it, process it, everything was fine, there were no signs, everything…was…fine…

“Shit” you wince shaking your hand after accidently punching the metal bowl

Holding your hand for a second you groan, breathing out through your nose and closing your eyes, before opening them and beginning to rinse. You felt so lied to, so violated, used, yet somehow despite trying to do the opposite you still loved him. The guilt of doing such when he killed your friends was overwhelming when paired with the contrast of sheer sadness of knowing he was current rotting in a cell, all alone, on his birthdays of all days

Pulling some paper sheets from the holder you dry your hands, listening to the announcement as you feel the train slow down. Final stop before Cardiff.

You wished for solace knowing you were almost there but really you honestly had no idea where Remus was, no one did, Mary was trying to contact him yet there was no proof he was in wales at all. You were running on blind hope, practically fumes at this point but it was all you had.

Everything was gone, even your apartment that was now sullen with corrupted memories had been ripped apart by the Mistry in their ‘search’. Search being an excuse to destroy anything you owned, to ask you a million grilling questions you didn’t know the answers to until Moody had to force them to leave as they reached the point it was just pure cruelty

Taking a deep breath, you left the bathroom, sliding past those getting ready to exit the train but just as you were getting back to your seat you bumped into someone, hearing the man apologise

“Sorry darlin’”

Flashback – 1st September 1971

“Sorry darlin’”

Looking up from the ground you saw a boy with raven curls, big grey eyes wearing a sorry smile on his face as he kneels down

“You okay?” he asks and when you nod slowly he looks a little disheartened “You already know who I am don’t ya?”

You tilt your head confused “I don’t know anyone” you confess biting your lip

“No one?” it was his turn to look confused

“I got a letter in the post…are we really wizards?” you whisper the last part so innocently it makes the boys eyes sparkle

“You’re a muggleborn?” he wonders and you shrug unsure “Muggleborn means you were born in a muggle family; your parents don’t have magic” he explains and your dementor picks up

“Oh then yes” you nod quickly, sitting up a bit “My parents were so confused but then the more we thought about it, it kinda made sense” you say excited the shy nature from before dissipating in front of him

He smiles brightly “Make sense?” he questions intrigued

“One time this boy was bullying one of my cousins and for years I swore it was me that made him suddenly fall backwards into the lake” you tell him and he bursts out laughing, sounding so free you join him

“I think we’re going to be great friends then” he winks and your stomach flutters with something you wouldn’t understand until you were older “Why don’t you…” he’s cut off

“Get out of the way Black” you turn your head and look upwards, finding a boy with platinum hair who must have been a senior

His gaze is menacing on you as Sirius helps you stand up “Name” he asks sharply and you jump a little

“Y/n” you answer meekly

He rolls his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh “Last name girl” he demands looking beyond annoyed

“Y/l/n” you reply even weaker than before

His eyes flick to the raven-haired boy, face morphing to disappointment “I suggest you stay away from this filth Black. Your family doesn’t need another Andromeda” he warns and with that he walks off, leaving you to shrink into yourself

“Andy’s the only one with a brain” you hear the boy mutter before turning back to you, hand tentatively taking yours “Don’t listen to him, he’s an arsehole. You aren’t filth, if anything your purer than any of us” he assures you

“Us?” your eyebrows furrow

“Purebloods…but that’s not important right now” he shakes his head “Let’s go find a seat” he nods beginning to walk away

“You aren’t going to leave me, right?” you ask glancing down the train in the direction that mean boy walked off now feeling his hand slip from yours

There’s no answer. As you turn back the young boy is gone, replaced by his older-self down the hall, looming, dressed in rags and laughing as he begins stalking towards you

You start backing away, progressively moving faster until you try to turn and fall to the ground…

End of Flashback

“Miss please move”

You head snaps up to the taller gentlemen, glancing around to see the entire train staring at you

Eyes widening you nod and stumbled sideways into your seat “Sorry” you apologise but you highly doubt he even heard it

The man looks at you in mild concern before quickly walking off of the train, other passengers doing something similar, returning to their papers, conversations and whatnot.

Your face felt warm, embarrassed that even your conscious self was struggling to escape him now

You shrugged off your jacket, letting it crumple behind your back as you checked your bags, making sure nothing was stolen as the lady had fallen asleep across from you. Your head then turned to the window, glazing over the crowd at the station but your focus is brought by one couple reuniting.

Your glad the train begins to move, and you begin busying yourself. Unzipping your backpack and digging out a cheap map you bought earlier. The rest of the journey was spent plotting your route, trying to find the nearest bus or train stations that could potentially get you there, even a hotel in case you failed to find him today

You knew roughly where Remus lived, he’d pointed it out to you himself on a map, but this was an old address, that of his parents’ house, and one you knew for a fact they didn’t live in anymore. It was a silly thing to just travel across the country like this, but you needed your best friend, and you just knew he was going to need you too. So as silly as the journey was, as much as the odds were against it, you had to try

“Rydyn ni nawr yn agosáu at ben y daith, Caerdydd. Gwnewch yn siŵr eich bod yn cymryd eich holl eiddo a chael diwrnod bendigedig”

That caught your attention, sure there had been other announcements but you were pretty sure that either you just suffered a minor stroke, or that was the man was speaking welsh

“Excuse me” you say to the lady across from you as she begins packing up “What did that day?”

She stops her movement “We’re now in Cardiff dear. The final stop” she informs and you nod “First time in wales?” she makes small talk for the first time as the train begins to slow

“Yeah” you admit, slipping your jacket back on along with a scarf

“Visiting someone?” she wonders as she gathers her bags, and you sling yours over your shoulder and fiddle with the handle of your suitcase

You bob your head, following behind her as she joins the small line of people waiting to get off “Yeah, something like that” you say, following her as you slowly make your way down the carriage to the door

She hums “Well I wish you luck” she says after you both step off the train “Take care of yourself dear”

“Ditto” you say giving her a small smile which she returns before heading off

You follow her and the rest of the crowd, assuming they would likely lead you towards some kind of exit. Eventually you enter an arched room, it was beautiful, as much as you liked London, Cardiff’s station was nicer, quainter. You glanced over to see a small shop, your stomach growling as you saw the small row of baked goods but that’s not why you entered the small space

Your fingers found the reason, a small smile gracing your face as you pick it up. Chocolate. Remus’ favourite brand, the one he always blabbed about and swore it was better than any wizard version. Your thumb slid over the paper packaging, eyes lingering on it before you turned and headed to the cashier

“This all for ya mam?” the young boy asks, he couldn’t have been more than a couple years your junior, but the war had made you feel so old so young

“Yeah” you nod, grabbing your wallet from your jacket pocket

He glances over the little book next to him, checking the pricing “That will be 30p” he smiles

Your fingers dig in to grab the change, handing it over to the boy who promptly takes it and sorts it in the register

“Thank you, mam, and have a nice day. You chose well” he tells you

You let out a singular chuckle, holding up the bar as you turn to leave “Thanks kid”

Walking away you tuck the bar into the outer pocket of your backpack then head out of the main exit. It took longer than you cared to admit to find a bus station that took you to Remus’ home town, mostly because you didn’t realise a lot of the towns were written in welsh first, a mistake you should have predicted as you and James did the same thing back in the day when you visited Inverness

The bus was nothing special, but it was quiet and a smooth ride, the scenery however, that was something. As you headed north and out of Cardiff it grew so beautiful, and you were in awe as you saw mountains looming in the distance. Hogwarts and the highlands were wonderful in a wild kind of way, but Wales was magical all on its own, a sight if you were honest was one you’d happily look at forever

“Little lady?” the driver calls out, drawing your attention “This is your stop” he smiles, and continued to as you gathered your things, not one person on the bus annoyed at you taking your time…guess that’s country living for ya

“Thank you” you say as you get off the bus, waving to him as it sets off again

Dragging your bags to the inner section of the path you take out the letter, ready to ask someone how to get to it since your map didn’t have the lower classed streets and roads recorded on it

“Do you know the way to this address” you ask a woman who must have been around your age passing by but she blanks you, going so far as to turn her nose up at your appearance “Thanks for nothing” you mutter as she continues on her merry bitch of a way

Perhaps there’re still arseholes in the country too

You looked down at yourself, you knew you looked a state but if people only knew what had been raging on in the background all these years they’d thing you looked surprising well given the circumstances

Looking around you spot another person around the same age as yourself, attire similar to your friend…merlin probably an exact copy, only difference was his complexion, that similar to another dear friend

“Excuse me!” you call out

The man stops in his tracks, looking at you then behind him before pointing to himself “You taking to me missy?” he says a little amused

“Yeah” you nod, walking up to him and holding out the bit of paper “Do you know how to get here?” you ask, letting hope fill you just a little as you have a good feeling about him

We also had a good feeling…no! stop it!

You push down the sinking feeling to watch the man’s reaction, head tilting as his eyebrows furrow a second before he looks back up at you with a smile

“This is little ways west of here, kinda in the middle of nowhere but I can give you a lift” he points his thumb behind him

You lean to the side, looking behind him to see an older beaten land rover and you eye him “You aren’t an axe murderer, right?” you check causing him to laugh

“No not an axe murderer…that’s to messy. I prefer strangling ya see” he motions in the air “Much more intimate” he tells you voice flooded with sarcasm

You actually giggle

“You’re silly” you comment, he really did remind you of Remus, but also of James…that was definitely a James kind of joke

“Thank you” he smiles, taking it as a compliment “So, you want that lift?” he confirms and begins walking as you nod

He opens boot, allowing you to put your bags in before leading you around to the passenger side

“Your carriage milady” he opens the door and you can’t stop the giggle again as you climb in, still smiling lightly as he climbs in the driver’s seat “I’m Cillian by the way, Cillian McConnell” he introduces himself

“And I thought you’d be the welsh strangler” you jest and he chuckles turning on the engine “I’m y/n…wait” you stop yourself, registering the last name “You don’t happen to have a brother called Alex, would ya?”

His eyes light up “Yeah I do! You know him?” he wonders, pushing the gear into first but doesn’t take his foot off the clutch just yet

“Yeah, we went to school together” you tell him, unsure if he was aware of his brothers magic or was happy about it, although he didn’t strike you as a Petunia

“Oh” he eyes you a little differently but not in a bad way “So your…” he waves his hands in small circles and wiggles his fingers

You chuckle “Yes I’m…” you copy his movements

He nods impressed “That’s pretty neat” he turns back to the road, checking his mirror before pulling away “The house is less than 10 minutes away”

“Cool” you hum “Cillian. Alex, is he?” you insinuate, from his reaction earlier you feel you know the answer yet you still had to ask

He glances at you “Yeah, he’s fine” he lets you know and you relax in the seat “He doesn’t really talk about it. All he told me was it was over now, so…if you don’t want to answer i-it’s fine” he makes sure

“It’s okay” you say even if it isn’t, only agreeing as he wouldn’t know the complete details and was unlikely to ask about him

“Did you lose anyone?” he inquires softly, flicking the indicator as you slow to a small T-junction

You nod “Almost everyone…in…in some sense of the word” you tell him sadly remembering the fate of Alice and Frank, and earning a similar look back from him before he turns the car

“I can’t even begin to imagine. Just the idea of losing Alex destroyed me” he confesses “I’m so sorry” he says genuinely and you realise on a rather gloomy note that he’s been the first to actually say that to you

“Thank you”

He gives you a small smile “So, who are you looking for?” he wonders “Old friend, boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

“Old friend” you clarify “He doesn’t know our friends are…well” you take a breath

“You don’t have to say it” he assures you

You give him a thankful look as his eyes meet yours just before he turns onto a track road

“He’ll need me” is all you say

“And you’ll need him?” he states with a small smile you return nodding “The cottage it just up here by the way” he points up the hill

You lean you head forward to look, catching glimpse of a small cottage, a little worn down but pretty none the less. There was a field surrounding it leading down to dense forestry, Cillian was right it was in the middle of nowhere, yet nowhere was perfect for someone with your friends’ condition

The car slowly comes to a stop

You turn back to Cillian to find him pulling up the handbrake and setting the car into neutral “I can’t take us any closer in this but I can help carry your bags if you want?” he offers but you shake your head

“It’s alright, it’s no trouble…besides I’m…” you do the weird gesture again “…remember?” you giggle a little and he chuckles

You then hop out of the car, grabbing your stuff from the boot before returning to the window he and already leaned over to roll down

“I guess this is it missy” he smiles, still leaning over the gearbox

“Guess it is” you nod “Thank you welsh strangler”

He chuckles “You’re welcome mystery girl” he wiggles his fingers again and throws you a wink

You take a step back, giving Cillian a wave as he turns the trunk around and heads back down the track. As his car shrinks into the woodland you turn your sights to cottage, heart picking up just a bit as you see smoke climbing from the chimney

Gripping your bag and suitcase tighter you make your way up the overgrown cobble path, cursing a little as your ankle catches a jaggy nettle yet the pain is forgotten as you draw closer

“Please be in there moony” you whisper reaching the front door

You swing your case next to you, pushing down the handle before taking a deep breath and knocking. You wait a couple of moments before knocking a little louder, hope fading as there is no answer

Please, you knock again

“Remus!” you call out, tears beginning well and fall as your head leans on the door “Please” you shakily plead

You were ready to collapse to your knees when you heard the distant patter of footsteps approaching, followed by the rattling of locks and jangle of keys. Your head lifts, watching as the door opens to reveal your friend, fulling crying, pale and looking just as broken as you do

“Y/n?” he breaths out, blinking in disbelief

Mary had called him last night, explaining everything that happened and he hadn’t been able to stop crying since. James and Lily were dead. Peter was dead. And he was responsible for it all. He honestly didn’t want to believe it, hoped there was some mistake but seeing you now only confirmed the worst

Letting out sob you drop your bag from your shoulder and launch yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly. It doesn’t take long for him to do the same, arms moving to hold to you closely as you both begin to slowly sink to the floor.

Neither of you say anything for the longest time, just embrace each other as you cried your hearts out.

Remus was the first to pull himself somewhat together, his eyes drifting to the still open door, along with your suitcase and bag. He looked down at your sobbing figure and his heart broke all over again. He may have felt betrayed by him, but his betrayal of you was on a whole other level, you and he had a love story that rivalled Lily and James, and even now Remus highly doubted that he was faking his affections towards you all those years

“Moony?” he hears you say so quietly, voice hoarse

He brings your head out to look at him “Yeah bugs” he uses your old nickname as well, the two of you finding comfort in them

“Can I…” you sniff looking back at your bags, you press your hands to your face briefly wiping the tears before looking back at him “Ca-” you can hardly speak

“Course bugs” he understands what you’re asking, kissing your forehead

Remus slowly stands up, still achy from the moon but the physical pain was nothing to his emotional wounds. He picks up your bags and brings them in, closing the door behind him and locking it up once more. He didn’t think twice about letting you stay. He didn’t want to be alone…he needed you just as much as you needed him

You just stayed on the floor, no more tears to cry so you just looked around his home, it was a little messy but it was homely, smelt of chocolate, books, smoke…just like Remus.

“Bugs” he continues to use the nickname, reminding you both of a better time

You look up at him then his extended hands, taking a moment before you accept them, letting him pull you to your feet. Neither speaking as he leads you over to his dining table, his rough hand never leaving yours until he sits you down

“Are you hungry?” he asks but you shake your head “Bugs when was the last time you ate?” he kneels down, hands running up and down your legs soothingly

You shrug “Barley…Couldn’t keep anything down after…Lily and James…when S-he…” you can’t say it, you couldn’t bear to use his name hand reaching out to find Remus’

He takes it softly into his larger one, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles

“I’m going to make us some food okay?” he tells you and you pout nodding “It’ll make you feel better” he assures you

Your lips tug up holding out your hand in a ‘gimmie’ motion and he tilts his head

“You can’t say your catchphrase and not give me some” you explain seeing his eyes light up briefly

He chuckles, going into his pocket and taking out some but as you go to take it he holds it back “You’ll get this when you eat dinner” he eyes you

You give him a glare “You’re mean”

“I am but your stomach will thank me later” he kisses your forehead “Nice try” he chuckles swatting your hand as you try to swipe it

You huff as he moves away, but for the first-time things felt normal.

Shifting around you lean on the table watching Remus as he made food, chin resting on your crossed arms “How did you find out?” you say after a few minutes

He glances back “Mary called” he replies turning on the stove and moving over to sit next you as he waits on it boiling “You?” he wonders

“Ministry showed up at my door…looking for…” you lift your head up to see him looking at you sadly “They destroyed the place as they searched everywhere…and just when they had violated my flat enough they kept asking me all these questions over and over…” you start to feel overwhelmed remembering “…I didn’t know the answers and they just wouldn’t stop Moony” you can’t finish but he is smart enough to know, moving his hand out to cup yours, thumb running over your knuckles

“Hey” he coos “Why don’t we just…” he shakes his head “…just pretend for a moment. We can talk about all this tomorrow or next week” he lets out an empty laugh

“Or next year” you mutter through the tears

“Or never” he chuckles as do you “Go unpack your stuff, I’m sure there is room in my closet, and put on something comfy. I’ll make the food” he says, giving you a comforting look

You lift his hand up and kiss his knuckles “I missed you” you look him right in the eye

You really did, Remus was your closest friend, dare say your best friend after him. You used to be the one that healed his wounds, studied with him when the others wanted to skip, went with him to book stores…you hadn’t realised how much you needed him until now. You knew without Remus there was no hope in recovering

“Me too”

He felt the same way about you, he hated being alone…which he knew was beyond ironic from his self-isolation but he did. He used to feel so guilty about you and the others helping him but now all he wanted was to go back. Go back to the days before everything fell apart, before his whole world was shattered into pieces. And he knew much like you that although your lives where shattered you and he could rebuild together.

“Miss yourself?” you say cheekily

His eyes brighten a bit “I’m glad your terrible humour is still intact” he teases and you stick your tongue out weakly, he then stands up “Go get changed bugs” he orders you oh so lightly

You give him a small smile before walking over to grab your bags. You take them into Remus’ bedroom, hoisting the case onto his bed and your backpack somewhere next to it. Unzipping the case, you begin to pull out your very crumpled and shit-ily packed clothes…soon realising you didn’t bring anything matching, nor did you bring underwear.

Merlin your life was in tatters if you couldn’t even remember your knickers.

Sighing you decided to deal with the later, folding your clothes lazily and stuffing them into a spare drawer. After unpacking you slipped the case under his bed and went over to his dresser again, opening his top one. Your clothes all still smelt of him so you decided wearing Remus’ may help you from breaking down for the merlin knows what time today.

After slipping on a pair of Remus’ boxers and grabbing one of the soft oversized jumpers he always wore after full moons since they gave extra room and were kind to his scars, you walked back through to the small kitchen

“Sauce or no sauce?” he asks draining the pasta

“No sauce, less effort” you answer sitting down, beginning to feel the lack of real sleep and the journey hitting you, letting your arms and head slump onto the table

He smiles a little, there was something nice about you both interacting again. It was surprisingly easy to slip back into conversation, have that dusting of humour you always sprinkled on even the worst of situations…and given the last few days it really didn’t get worse than this

He splits the food into two bowls, giving you that little bit extra, but as he turns around he’s met with you, asleep, cheek cutely squished against your hand. He places the bowls down then lifts you into his arms.

As he carries you through to the bedroom he feels your nose nudge into his chest “You’re so brave bugs” he whispers softly placing you down on his messily made bed

He moves to the opposite side and lifts open the covers, shifting you over and tugging you in. Once your wrapped up he runs his fingers over the edge of your hair line “Sleep tight” he says, going to grab a pillow for sleeping on the couch later before leaving the room

Coming back into the kitchen he chucked the pillow over onto the couch, missing it completely and having to run over and catch a vase before it rolled off the side table

“Thank merlin” he takes some breaths to calm himself, clutching the vase to his chest like he was going to lose it

To most it was a cheap vase you could get anywhere, even his mother who this once belonged to wouldn’t be angry at it breaking, but to Remus in his current state it was priceless. He couldn’t lose anything else after losing so much, he wouldn’t lose this vase and he wouldn’t lose you

After five…to twenty minutes of weirdly holding that ornament Remus snapped out of it, placing it back on the table and walking over to the kitchen cupboards. He racked through them for some tupperware quietly, although he was sure you were going to be fast asleep still morning he didn’t want to risk waking you.

He then placed the pasta in it for you both to eat tomorrow. Remus could have charmed it easily but he couldn’t bring himself to use magic anymore, and he didn’t think he would for a long time

Placing it the fridge he walked over and sat on the couch, picking up the pillow and letting it sit over his lap, hugging it ever so slightly. His eyes drifted over to the bedroom where he could see your sleeping figure through the crack in the door. He had questions, it was only natural for him to, but he also knew you wouldn’t be any mind to answer them right now, maybe ever.

If his heart could ache more it would have, Remus had felt physical pain his whole life, mental anguish from his condition, self-deprecation, but this, this was the lowest, the worst pain he had ever felt. Lily was one of his closest friends, he loved her dearly, she was kind, sweet, flawed yet in the best ways. James was like a brother, a chaotic one who convinced him to come out of his shell and so many…so many stupid things, but also the one that praised him for having the best ideas, and was loyal to a fault. Peter was more like his little brother, sweet and soft spoken, had insecurities that paralleled his and they helped each other through them.

And then there was you, his best friend. He may have once held the title, maybe more than that in title at one point but you were…well you.

You were the one that made him laugh, the one he could be silly around, the one who healed his wounds and supported him even in his lowest moments, moments he wasn’t proud of, moments not even the others knew because it would change their perceptions forever.

Most of his friends may have been gone but you weren’t, in fact you had travelled across the country to ensure it, meaning he could still save you, when really, you would be saving each other

Remus lifted the pillow and placed it at the end of the couch, laying down he could still just about see you. His brief moment of insight or clarity, or whatever this was wouldn’t last. The lightness would disappear at some given moment and it would start all over again, in a cycle which wouldn’t be ending any time soon

But at least he wasn’t alone in it anymore, and maybe one day it might just get better a little better if he just took it take one day at a time

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writer-of-sorts · 2 years

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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: panic

Remus rolled onto his back for the umpteenth time that night, staring up at the canopy of his bed.

“Oi!” Peter exclaimed, “I swear to Godric, Moony, if you don’t stop tossing about...”

Remus sighed. NEWTS were starting next week. He had spent the entire day poring over books in the library. He really should be getting some sleep.

And yet here he was, tossing and turning restlessly as anxious thoughts swam through his mind.

“Sorry, Pete,” he said quietly, “I’ll go to to sleep now.”

But try as he might, Remus just couldn’t fall asleep. He felt something tighten in his chest every time he thought about the NEWTS. His palms started to sweat. His heart pounded against his ribs like a caged bird. His breaths were coming out shallower and shallower. Remus suddenly shot upright, clutching his chest.

He couldn’t even hear the sound of footsteps or the rustling of curtains or the soft murmur of “Silencio” over his own panic attack.

Before Remus knew what was happening, he felt strong arms envelope him in a hug.

A soft, soothing voice was whispering in his ear. “Shhh,” it said, “It’s alright, Moony. It’s alright.”

“S-Sirius,” he choked out.

The other boy stroked Remus’ hair and gently rocked them back and forth. “I’m here,” he whispered.

Remus bunched the back of Sirius’ shirt in his fists, and buried his face into his friend’s shoulder.

Sirius tightened his arms around Remus, and that was all it took for the brown-haired boy to finally burst.

Sobs racked Remus’ throat as he shook uncontrollably. The words flowed from his mouth before he could stop himself.

“I’m so scared, Sirius, so scared!” he heard himself saying, “I can’t afford to fail my NEWTS! I have to score top marks if I want to live a half-decent life as a werewolf. And I want to live a nice life, Sirius. I want to have a job, and live in an apartment, and get pissed at a bar with you guys every weekend. This is my only chance! I can't mess it up. I can't––”

That was all he managed to get out before his blubbering became too incoherent to understand.

Sirius rubbed tender circles onto Remus’ back, trying to get him to calm down. If only Remus could see Sirius’ face right now. The pureblood was furious. Furious with the wizarding world and their disgusting bigotry.

This shaking, crying boy in his arms was not the monster they thought he was. Remus Lupin was a clever, funny, sweet, kind-hearted boy who deserved a fair chance at life.

And Sirius was going to give that to him.

He gently untangled their limbs, finally getting a good look at his friend’s scarred face. Remus’ brown eyes were wide and puffy, and tears stained his freckled cheeks.

Sirius had to bite back his own sob at seeing the boy he loved so anguished, so broken. Sirius gingerly brushed Remus’ last tear away as the brown-haired boy sniffled.

“I’m sorr––”

“Don’t,” Sirius said sternly, “Don't apologise.”

Sirius carefully lowered the anxious boy down on the bed before setting himself next to him. They laid on their sides, facing each other. Sirius kept his hand on Remus’ cheek, stroking the wet skin with his thumb.

Remus relaxed into the touch, feeling the knots in his body loosen. He stared into Sirius’ solemn grey eyes filled with worry and resolve.

“Remus,” Sirius said, “You’re the smartest, most hardworking student at Hogwarts. There is no chance you won’t come top of the year. And if the wizarding world still can’t see past your lycanthropy, then fuck them. Because you are not a monster, Moony. You’re the most amazing person I know.”

Sirius’ throat clogged with emotion as he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

“And I love you,” he whispered.

Remus was silent.

“You don’t have to say it back!” Sirius panicked, pulling his hand away from Remus’ cheek, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way! I just wanted you to know. And I’d still like to be friends if you don’t hate me now or feel uncomf––”

Remus cut the rambling boy off by putting a hand on his neck, pulling him closer before firmly pressing their lips together.

The kiss was sudden, hard and unyielding, filled with years of suppressed passion and longing.

Once Sirius got over the initial shock, he responded with vigour, opening his mouth obediently when Remus nipped at his lip. Teeth and tongues clashing, Remus twisted a hand into Sirius’ silky hair. He tasted like cigarettes and chapstick, exactly how Remus had imagined.

When they finally pulled away, it was only to catch their breath. A grin stretched across Remus’ face as he looked at his boy, all flushed and panting, a wild gleam in his eyes.

“I love you too, Sirius.”

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hey Eve how are you doing I hope you're having a good day. Could you possibly if you want to make a fic like after the disownment fic and there's an interview with Sirius, Remus or (or the lions) on how they felt and there reactions and stuff only if you want to ofc I hope you are having a good day

This isn't a social media fic, but it does include include this prompt and was combined with an ask for Sirius having a hard time in the wake of a breakdown because he was doing so well before. Please pay attention to the TWs and let me know if I missed any. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW child abuse (past), angst, past trauma, mentions of going to therapy, and feeling overwhelmed

The studio cameras hadn’t seemed scary in a long, long time. Sirius stared at the white floor, toying with his ring and trying not to run screaming from the building; this is for them, he reminded himself. For everyone like me who never had someone speak up for them. The metal folding chair was cold under him.

“Sirius?” There was no hint of teasing in Marlene’s voice. “Are you ready?”

He had already saved himself and Regulus. Now it was time for the rest of them. “Oui.”

“Rolling in three, two, one…”

“My name is Sirius Black,” he said, channeling all the strength and control he could manage into his voice as he straightened up. “I’m 27 years old, the center and captain for the Gryffindor Lions hockey team, and a Stanley Cup champion.” He took a breath. “And I grew up in an abusive home. Last week, my biological parents officially disowned me for refusing to go back into the closet and under their control. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no media present. There was a lot of paperwork.

“But I’m not here to talk about that.” He swallowed, and felt some of his confidence return. Behind the camera, Marlene gave him an encouraging look with a shine in her eyes. “I’m here to talk to everyone else in my situation and let you know that you’re not alone. You can get out of there, and you can be the freest version of yourself. For the next month, 1/12 of all proceeds from Lions tickets will go to charities supporting abuse survivors and those currently living in abusive situations. My story is not the only one. We can make a difference.”

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Sirius laid on his back on the lobby couch, letting “Radio Gaga” thump in his ears and drown out the tremors in his body. He had never said it publicly before—as far as the rest of the hockey world knew, his family was only rumored to be strict. He had been hesitant to do the video at first despite the tsunami of questions flooding their social media, and it wasn’t until Marlene suggested the charity aspect that he agreed.

Sirius didn’t like press. He liked it even less when it was poking around in his past, and when he had to support it.

The song ended and he paused the music, listening to his own breathing and steady pulse. You’re okay. You’re done. You made it through. He didn’t feel okay.

“—proud of him,” someone was saying inside the studio. Remus. “It was a complicated and painful thing to work through, but he never wavered from what he wanted and what was best for him.”

Six of his other teammates would speak, supporting the charity with a quick mention of their own feelings in case any assholes on the internet got bright ideas about speaking for them and their feelings on Sirius’ disownment. It was insane what people thought they found by digging through interviews.

“Hey, baby.” Sirius opened his eyes; above him, Remus was leaning over the armrest of the couch with a tired smile. He kissed Sirius’ forehead, then his nose, then his lips. “Ready to go home?”

“Don’t we have to stay until the end?”

“Marlene said she had everything she needed from us.”

Sirius blew out a slow breath and stood, wrapping his arms around Remus on instinct. “This feels like it’s going to go badly.”

“I don’t think it will,” Remus said quietly, rubbing up and down his spine. “I think it’s going to help a lot of people, and I hope it means we stop getting nosy comments now that you’ve answered the big questions and made it clear that’s the end.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They walked to the car in relative silence, hand-in-hand; Remus took the keys without a word, and relief washed over Sirius in a cool breeze. He didn’t feel grounded enough to drive safely. At the moment, he wasn’t sure he ever would. The whole world was hazy outside the passenger window, blurring the city he loved so much into smudges of colors—Remus was a presence next to him, but what Sirius wanted more than anything was some hot chocolate and a long, long nap.

“I don’t feel good,” he said, hardly above a whisper.

Remus glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he drove. “Do I need to pull over?”

“No, I just…” He sighed. “I thought I would feel better after getting this off my chest and helping people. I feel bad.”

“Can you eat?” He nodded. “I’ll make some soup when we get home if you want to lay down for a bit.”

Sirius’ eyes burned. “Sounds good.”

“Hey, baby, it’s okay,” Remus soothed, reaching one hand down to close around the one Sirius kept on his thigh as Sirius sniffled and shook with the effort of keeping in his tears. “It’s okay. You can call Marlene and ask her not to publish the video. That’s in your rights, you don’t have to—”

“No,” Sirius choked out, wiping his tears away with the back of his wrist. “It has to happen. People have to know that they can help. I—I just—I don’t know how to feel and so everything is happening at once.”

Nobody had taught Sirius how to handle Feelings-with-a-capital-f until Dumo; suddenly, he felt like all that hard work was being undone in one fell swoop. He kept ahold of Remus’ hand and let the tears slide down his cheeks as he breathed through it, keeping both feet firmly planted in some semblance of control. Remus parked the car and turned to him without unbuckling his seatbelt. “Do you want to go inside, or should we drive for a bit?”

“I really want to go to bed.”

“How can I help?” Remus laced their fingers together again and Sirius squeezed his eyes shut. “You really don’t seem alright, love.”

“I’m not, and I don’t know how to fix it.” The words were broken glass in his throat. “I was doing so good. I don’t know how to go back.”

“Oh, baby,” Remus murmured, taking his seatbelt off to kiss Sirius’ temple. “Let’s go inside, yeah? You’ll be more comfortable there.”

Sirius nodded mutely, still pressing his lips together to stifle any sounds that tried to come out. It always seemed like when he started to cry, he couldn’t stop—whether that was a function of never crying for the majority of his life, he didn’t know, but it always felt horrible. No mistakes, his mother had told him. The video felt like a mistake. Still, he knew he couldn’t ask them to take it down. There were people that needed help, and he couldn’t let his childhood hide in the shadows anymore.

Remus turned as if to hug him when the door closed behind them, but Sirius slipped past and headed straight for the stairs. Sweatpants, hoodie, soup, blanket, talk. Talk, talk, talk until you can’t stop. Then sleep. He heard Remus moving around in the kitchen as he stripped down and dug his softest sweatpants out of the drawer, followed by Remus’ most worn-down and oversized Wisconsin hoodie that he always wore when he didn’t feel well. Sirius buried his nose in the neckline and inhaled deeply; the familiar scent soothed the rush of blood in his ears.

He didn’t bother with socks and made a beeline for the couch, wrapping himself in the afghan blanket one of Hope’s friends had crocheted for their wedding. Hope had kept it in the Lupin house so she wouldn’t forget to bring it with her, and it smelled like them, too. It smelled like safety and a happy house and healthy childhoods.

Another tear slipped out when Remus set down some water and the soup—Campbell’s chicken noodle, can’t go wrong—and Sirius curled up against the armrest to make room. “I need to talk to you,” he said. “I need to talk to you.”

The cushions dipped as Remus sat next to him and crossed his legs. “About what?”

“Everything.” His voice broke. “The way I grew up, everything about it. I—Re, I never lied to you, I promise. I just didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want to scare you, but I have to be honest with you.”

“…alright.”

Sirius took a shaky breath; his mouth was dry, and salty at the edges. “My parents—my parents hit me when I wasn’t good enough, and nothing was ever good enough unless I could do it again, and again, and again—”

“Sirius—”

“—and I thought everyone on my team didn’t get dinner if they didn’t get a goal and—”

“Stop—”

“—and Regulus and I, it was like we couldn’t breathe in that house with them scripting every move—”

“Sirius.” Remus’ hand covered his mouth and Sirius closed his eyes as a sob ripped free, but didn’t fight it. “Sirius, stop, please.”

“I have to tell you,” he said hoarsely, trembling from head to toe. “I have to be honest with you.”

“I love you, and I’m glad you can talk to me, but I’m not the person you have to tell.” Remus’ voice was thick with tears. “Being honest with me doesn’t mean telling me every detail, please, please don’t do that.”

“I couldn’t make mistakes,” he blubbered, leaning into Remus. “What kind of fucking freak tells a child they can’t make mistakes?”

Remus shushed him softly, running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck as he went boneless into Remus’ chest. He could feel the hitching breaths under his face and regret reared up, but he felt so empty. There was so much more he could tell Remus and nothing he could say. “I love you,” Remus began, sniffling slightly. “I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I love you, I’m going to tell you that I am not the person you need to tell all this to right now. You should talk to someone who knows how to help, like Heather.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispered.

“No, I understand.” A kiss pressed against the top of his head. “And I’m not upset at you. Both our emotions are running really high. I just—this isn’t blaming you or to make you feel bad, but it hurts to hear all the horrible things that happened to you. I already wish I could have stopped it before it happened, but hearing you say it is a lot worse than thinking about it and I wasn’t ready to hear everything.”

“That’s not everything.”

“I know.” Remus’ voice cracked. “I know, and that’s the worst part. This video was a bad idea, I should call—”

“No, no, don’t do that.” Sirius caught his wrist as he reached for the phone. “The video isn’t the problem. It will help people. It’s just hard for me to talk about it without getting overwhelmed.”

Remus hesitated, but left the phone alone and hugged Sirius close again. “I’m here.”

“I know.”

“And I’m not gonna leave.” His chest rose and fell. “But—but if you need to tell me things, not just today, please give me fair warning first.”

“I will,” Sirius promised. They sat quietly for a moment before he sat up and pulled the soup bowl into his lap, letting the steam roll over his face. “Mon dieu, I was doing so good before this. It’s been the best two years and now…”

“Now it’s going to be better,” Remus filled in when he trailed off. A slender hand tucked his hair behind his ear. “It’s going to be better, Sirius. For you, and for lots of other people that you’re helping. But this is the hard part.”

“This is the really, really hard part,” he agreed, taking a sip of broth. It was the perfect temperature. “Thank you.”

“It’s just soup.”

“No, for everything. Everything you’ve done for me.” he rested his head on Remus’ shoulder, then left a lingering kiss on his cheek. “I love you more than I can say.”

A wry smile tilted the side of Remus’ mouth up. “In English or French?”

“Both,” Sirius half-laughed. “Both, I promise. I’m going to finish this, and then can we take a nap?”

“That sounds perfect. Make sure to drink your water, too.”

It would not be an easy evening, or an easy night, or an easy anything when the video came out. But he would work through it, and he would remember what he had learned from his family and his friends to move past the roadblocks his childhood always created. He would call Regulus, they would cry together, and they would be okay. He would be okay.

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:Hospital Wing: - Remus Lupin x Reader

A/N: An adorable and very fun to write request from an old friend (from my first time on here many years ago lol) @serenefreakgeek

Summery: You work in the infirmary when you’re not in classes and have a monthly visitor.

Work Count: 2132

“Madame Pomfrey?” You called, stepping into the infirmary. You’d started interning under Madame Pomfrey over the last few weeks in the pursuit of joining medicine yourself.

Walking farther into the hospital wing, you notice a boy asleep in one of the beds. Quietly you make your way to her office, glancing at him as you passed. You recognized him to be Remus Lupin, a Gryffindor in the year above you. You didn’t know each other personally, but you’d seen him around.

“Madame Pomfrey?” Knocking on her office door, you twist the knob, opening the door as quietly as you can manage as to not wake Remus.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re right on time!” The older woman smiled up at you softly. “We have a student that will be staying in the infirmary over the next few days, it’s best if you don’t ask any questions directly relating to why he is here.” She looked up at you, serious.

You nodded, taking the bowl of warm water and the washcloth that she offered you. “If you don’t mind touching up the wounds on his face and arms, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

You studied Remus’s sleeping face for a moment before gently sitting on his bed next to him. Dipping the towel into the warm water, you wring it out before pressing it carefully to the dried blood on his face. Remus stirred slightly under the touch of the cloth, eyes opening to reveal green irises.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m Y/N, Madame Pomfrey asked me to clean you up.” Your voice was quiet.

Remus didn’t say a word, watching you as you carefully continued to clean his wounds. As you finished, you reached for the jar of ointment on his side table. “This might sting just a bit, but it’ll help keep things from getting infected.”

He winced as you rubbed the medicine in small slow circles onto his skin, careful not to move too much as you worked on him.

“Thank you.” He said softly, as you stood and put the jar back from where you had got it.

Smiling down at him, you laced your fingers together, distracting yourself from noticing how attractive he was in the early morning light. “Uhm, of course. If you need water or anything I’ll be around.”

Just as the words left your mouth, the door to the infirmary crashed open, three very loud, very familiar boys falling inside. “Moony! You’re alive, mate!” Sirius Black’s voice echoed around the room. With that you stepped away, seeing what other tasks were laid out for you for the day.

“Back already?” You asked, a small smile on your face as you sat on Remus’s bed one morning several weeks later with yet another bowl of warm water and a cloth.

Remus’s face turned various shades of red, refusing to look into your eyes. “You’ll get used to seeing me if you are going to continue working in here.” He muttered.

Wringing out the wet cloth, you got to work tending to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask any questions. I’m just here to help you get better.”

When you were finished you stood, putting the used supplies in where they belonged. At the knock on the door to the hospital wing, you greeted the house elf carrying the tray of food you’d asked to be brought up on your way up from the Hufflepuff common room.

Walking back towards Remus, you set the tray on his lap. “Madame Pomfrey mentioned you might be in this morning, so I had breakfast delivered, and James dropped off books for you from the library while you were asleep, I’ll grab them for you. He also asked that I let you know they’d come in after Quidditch practice.”

“Oh, thank you.” The sandy-haired boy looked down at the food, the expression on his face near unreadable. “For everything.”

For the first time since he woke, green eyes met yours, something you didn’t understand hiding there.

Every few weeks it seemed; you would walk into the hospital wing to find Remus asleep in the same bed in the back corner of the infirmary. Your exchanges with him were always the same, you would clean him up, give him medication, make sure he got meals and he would watch you silently as you cared for him and thank you quietly. You never really spoke much, but the more time passed, the more often he would land in a bed, the more you found yourself watching him, smiling to yourself.

You’d grown fond of these moments with him, even if you never spoke to each other. It was difficult to pay attention to almost anything else. His voice drifted around you as he laughed with James, Sirius, and Peter, musical. The mountain of books always on his bedside table, somehow reading through all of them in the few days he stayed. How grateful he always looked when you brought him food or put ointment on his wounds. Something started to bloom in your chest, far beyond your control, and you found yourself looking forward to his stays.

Several months after the initial meeting, you found yourself in the infirmary late one Saturday night. Remus was, of course, in his usual bed, a book in his lap.

“Y/N.” He called to you. You looked up to find his eyes on you, motioning you over to him. “You’re missing the Quidditch match.”

Hufflepuff was playing against Gryffindor, but you had chosen to keep Remus company instead. “Hmm?”

“It’s a Saturday night, and you’re sitting in the infirmary instead of watching Quidditch.” Setting his now closed book into his lap, he looked up at you.

“Oh.” You could feel the blood rise up the back of your neck and settle into your cheeks. “I mean, we’re probably going to lose to Gryffindor anyway. I don’t have to tell you how good James is.”

Remus smiled, nodding. “Yeah, he is pretty good, isn’t he?” You laughed, trying to look anywhere but directly at him. “You didn’t have to spend your Saturday keeping boring ole me company.”

Butterflies swirled through your stomach, exploding in your chest. “It’s … quiet here. Easier to think.”

“Do you like to read?” He asked suddenly, green eyes boring into your face. You only nodded. “Here.” Remus picked up a book off the top of his book pile and offered it to you.

Taking it carefully you looked over the cover. “Dracula?”

“It’s a muggle book, one of my favorite’s so far. It’s about a vampire in the late 1800’s. See if you like it, if you’re finished with it when I’m in next, you can return it to me.”

Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you hold the book to your chest. “Thank you.”

He didn’t know why he did it. Not at first. He had been worried when he’d woken up to you cleaning the gashes on his face. The last thing he needed was another person finding out his secret. But Madame Pomfrey had ensured that he had nothing to worry about.

He had grown used to your presence and, even though it was never direct, your company as he spent the days after his transformation each month in the infirmary. You had always been very kind, making sure he was well taken care of and fully healed before he left. Something about you made him feel soft, something he was not used to.

Remus had recognized you immediately, though he didn’t know you well. You were after all a Hufflepuff a year younger than he was. He started looking forward to seeing you every month, one of the few good things about his little problem. He tried to keep the feelings that had seemed to develop without his permission very far away, but any time the hospital wing door opened he hoped it was you.

So as an excuse to speak to you, he’d decided to lend you a book. He had seen you reading several times over the course of the time he’d spent near you and one of his own personal books was the only thing he had to offer. He just wanted an excuse to get to talk to you. Sirius had told him to be up front, to just ask you if you were seeing anyone… but he wasn’t trying to ask you out. He just wanted to talk to you… and get you know you better… and make you laugh.

“Sounds to me like you want to ask them out.” Sirius shrugged.

Remus had rolled his eyes at that. “Don’t you think it’s near impossible for me to do that… considering the fact that I turn into a wild beast every month?”

“If they return your feelings that won’t even matter, mate.” James had suggested. The thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d like him at flustered him. Maybe you’d only been nice to him because it was apart of your job. All he was certain about was that he was absolutely not certain at all about what he should do.

You’d caught Remus lecturing Sirius again to make sure he’d gotten his homework done and couldn’t help but smile. Even when he was stuck in the infirmary he was constantly doing anything he could to look out for his three best friends. He’d caught you smiling, and you turned and marched into the office to organize Madame Pomfrey’s charts, hot blush working its way up your face.

There was no way he would notice you were smiling at him, right? He probably didn’t really notice you like that at all. No, you were just the person that he saw a couple times a month in the hospital, nothing special about you. You had thought.

The knock on the door jerked you from your thoughts. Letting out a deep breathe you yanked the door open to fine Sirius smiling back at you. “Erm, can I help you with something?”

He smiled for a moment longer before answering. “Just wanted to let you know that we’re heading out for the night. James had quidditch stuff and me and Peter have other plans, if you wouldn’t mind keeping an eye out for Remus… he gets lonely up here by himself.”

“Padfoot!” Remus called out to him. “Leave them alone and bug off. You’re getting on everyone’s nerves.”

Winking at you, and the shooting Remus a thumbs up, Sirius took off to follow behind James and Peter.

“I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t really know what boundaries are.” Remus’s voice next to you caught you off guard.

You shook you head, smiling softly at him. “It’s alright, I’ve heard stories. I’ve also dealt with worse. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Remus smiled sheepishly at you. “Probably, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to stretch my legs a bit. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask… did you read that book I leant you last month?”

You had read it, twice. It wasn’t your favorite book ever, but you had enjoyed it. “Ah, yes. I wasn’t sure exactly when you’d be in but I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.” You smiled.

Remus was standing so close to you that you could have reached out and touched him if you wanted to. Ad often as you’d sat on the edge of his bed, he’d never walked right up to you before and your heart had been slamming against your ribcage at his proximity.

He looked like he wanted to say something but looked away from you…face red as you had ever seen it. “Are you alright?” You’d asked, afraid that maybe he shouldn’t have been standing at all.

Remus let out what could have very easily been all of the oxygen in his lungs before making eye contact with you again. “Do you….” He stopped talking for a moment.

“Maybe you really should lie back down, are you feverish?” You’d reached up without thinking to press the back of your hand to his forehead.

“I’m okay, Y/N, I promise I’m just… merlin, Sirius made this sound a lot easier than it is.” Pulling your brows together you, pulled your hand from his face and looked at him. “You can return the book to me this during this weekends trip to the village, they have a really nice tea shop.”

The butterflies that had been swirling around inside of your belly all stopped at once. “Remus-”

“Yes.” His green eyes bore into yours intensely. “I am asking you out, you may feel free to decline but I’d like to spend real time with you, outside of the hospital.”

Your lips turn up into a smile so big it almost hurt. “I’d love to, yes… I mean… that sounds lovely.”

#Remus Lupin x Reader #Remus Lupin Imagine #serenefreakgeek #YourSlytherinPrincess #YSP

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bringbackthebastard · 3 years

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Bring Back the Bastard Daily Prompts

Hello, folks! I'm posting these two weeks before we begin our fest, on September 1st, to give folks some inspiration on what to write each day as we celebrate Severus Snape's pettiest, most dastardly moments. I specifically picked out moments Snaters always harp on, that Snapedom personally enjoys--from any moment with Trevor to bitching at Lupin at Sirius, to the moments that Lily turns away and Dumbledore's face flashes with disgust--sure, he's a bastard, but he's our bastard, and that's what we like about him. You don't want him? Good. We'll keep him. Here are 30 scene prompts for 30 days--it's a long list, pulled chronologically from all seven books, but I found that it reminded me of everything I love about this character. The moments where he's called deranged, the moments where he slips into all-caps, the ugliest moments of the soul. Hope yall enjoy. Excited to kick off the fest starting September 1st, and absolutely excited to see what Snapedom will do. Let's Bring Back the Bastard! The prompts are below the readmore.

Day 1: The Scar Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacheer with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes--and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead. "Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head. "What is it?" asked Percy. "N-nothing." The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look--a felling that he didn't like Harry at all. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to--everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."

Day 2: Bad Impressions Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new--celebrity."

Day 3: Potions Class "Potter!" said Snape suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand shot into the air. "I don't know, sir," said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut--fame clearly isn't everything."

Day 4: A Horrible Sight Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages. "Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?" Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but-- "POTTER!" Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped. "I just wondered if I could have my book back." "GET OUT! OUT!"

Day 5: Maybe He's Ill "Hang on..." Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table...Where's Snape?" Professor Severus Snape was Harry's least favorite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snape's least favorite student. Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own House (Slytherin), Snape taught Potions. "Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully. "Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!" "Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him--" "Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

Day 6: Slytherin Takes the Field "But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "But I booked it!" "Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'"

Day 7: No Quidditch For You! "I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful," he said. "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest." "Really, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply, "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong." Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed. "Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," he said firmly. Snape looked furious.

Day 8: Expelliarmus! "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry--you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!" "Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear. Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at *him* like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them. "As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our fist spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course." "I wouldn't bet on that," Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth. "One--two--three--" Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet. He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Day 9: Only Bite Him A Little Bit, Please "Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. "I'll get rid of it..."

Day 10: Poisoning Trevor The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering by his cauldron. "Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, "and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned." The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small op, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully grown. "Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped smiles from every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

Day 11: Insufferable Know-It-All Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air. "Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between--" "We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on--" "Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are..." "Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf--" "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Fire more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Day 12: Your Saintly Father "I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter," he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. "Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you--your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't gotten cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts." Snape's uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.

Day 13: Don't Talk About What You Don't Understand "KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted, looking suddenly quite deranged. "DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" A few sparks shot out of the end o his wand, which was still pointed at Black's face. Hermione fell silent. "Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you..." "The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" --he jerked his head at Ron-- "I'll come quietly...." "Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black...pleased enough to give you a little Kiss, I daresay...."

Day 14: A Great Disappointment "He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have let somebody in the room with him. When this gets out--" "HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE *OR* DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS--HAS--SOMETHING--TO--DO--WITH--POTTER!" "Severus--be reasonable--Harry has been locked up--" BAM. The door of the hospital wing burst open. Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself. "OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" "Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!" "See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw--" "THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. "Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!" "YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT--" "That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the war ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?" "Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them!" "Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further." Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward. "Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore." "Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."

Day 15: Haven't You Heard? "Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er--Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'....Thought everyone'd know by now...Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night...He's packin' now, o' course."

Day 16: I See No Difference "And what is all this noise about?" said a soft, deadly voice. Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain." "Potter attacked me, sir--" "We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted. "--and he hit Goyle--look--" Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi. "Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly. "Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said. "Look!" He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth--she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back. Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."

Day 17: The Dark Mark Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He struck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled. "There," said Snape harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of distinguishing one another, and his means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side. This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff's too. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? We both felt the Mark burn. We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord's vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eater to be sure of a welcome back into the fold."

Day 18: If You Are Ready...If You Are Prepared... "Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready...if you are prepared..." "I am," said Snape. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely. "Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.

Day 19: Obviously "Now...how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, her quill poised over her clipboard. "Fourteen years," Snape replied. His expression was unfathomable. His eyes on Snape, Harry added a few drops to his potion; it hissed menacingly and turned from turquoise to orange. "You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape. "Yes," said Snape quietly. "But you were unsuccessful?" Snape's lip curled. "Obviously." Professor Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard. "And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe?" "Yes," said Snape quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked very angry. "Do you have any idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you?" asked Umbridge. "I suggest you ask him," said Snape jerkily. "Oh I shall," said Professor Umbridge with a sweet smile. "I suppose this is relevant?" Snape asked, his black eyes narrowed. "Oh yes," said Professor Umbridge. "Yes, the Ministry wants a thorough understanding of teachers'--er--backgrounds...." She turned away, walked over to Pansy Parkinson, and began questioning her about the lessons. Snape looked around at Harry and their eyes met for a second. Harry hastily dropped his gaze to his potion, which was now congealing foully and giving off a strong smell of burned rubber. "No marks again, then, Potter," said Snape maliciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a wave of his wand. "You will write me an essay on the correct composition of this potion, indicating how and why you went wrong, to be handed in next lesson, do you understand?"

Day 20: Very Like His Father "How touching," Snape sneered. "But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?" Yes, I have," said Sirius proudly. "Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him," Snape said sleekly. Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table toward Snape, pulling out his wand as he went; Snape whipped out his own. They were squaring up to each other, Sirius looking livid, Snape calculating, his eyes darting from Sirius' wand-tip to his face. "Sirius!" said Harry loudly, but Sirius appeared not to hear him. "I've warned you, Snivellus," said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape's, "I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed, I know better." "Oh, but why don't you tell him so?" whispered Snape. "Or are you afraid he might not take the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months very seriously?" "Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?" "Speaking of dogs," said Snape softly, "did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform...gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?" Sirius raised his wand. "NO!" Harry yelled, vaulting over the table and trying to get in between them, "Sirius, don't--" "Are you calling me a coward?" roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge. "Why, yes, I suppose I am," said Snape.

Day 21: Wormtail's Whine "We...we are alone, aren't we?" Narcissa asked quietly. "Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?" He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen. "As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests," said Snape lazily. The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right, which looked as though it was encased in a bright silver glove. "Narcissa!" he said, in a squeaky voice. "And Bellatrix! How charming--" "Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them," said Snape. "And then he will return to his bedroom." Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrown something at him. "I am not your servant!" he squeaked, avoiding Snape's eyes. "Really? I was under the impression that the Dark Lord placed you here to assist me." "To assist, yes--but not to make you drinks and--clean your house!" "I had no idea, Wormtail, that you were craving more dangerous assignments," said Snape silkily. "This can be easily arranged: I shall speak to the Dark Lord--" "I can speak to him if I want to!" "Of course you can," said Snape, sneering. "But in the meantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made wine will do."

Day 22: A Loving Caress Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. "The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible." Harry stared at Snape. It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them, as Snape was doing, with a loving caress in his voice? "Your defenses," said Snape, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures" --he indicated a few of them as he swept past-- "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse" --he waved a hand toward a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony-- "feel the Dementor's Kiss" --a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall-- "or provoke the aggression of the Inferius" --a bloody mass upon the ground.

Day 23: Better People "What does it matter?" said Malfoy. "Defense Against the Dark Arts--it's all just a joke, isn't it, an act? Like an of us need protecting against the Dark Arts--" "It is an act that is crucial to success, Draco!" said Snape. "Where do you think I would have been all these years, if I had not known how to act? Now listen to me! You are being incautious, wandering around at night, getting yourself caught, and if you are placing your reliance in assistants like Crabbe and Goyle--" "They're not the only ones, I've got other people on my side, better people!" "Then why not confide in me, and I can--" "I know what you're up to! You want to steal my glory!" There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, "You are speaking like a child. I quite understand that your father's capture and imprisonment has upset you, but--"

Day 24: Revulsion and Hatred Etched on His Face "Severus..." The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. "Severus...please..." Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra!"

Day 25: Don't Call Me Coward Mustering all his powers of concentration, Harry thought, Levi-- "No, Potter!" screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backward, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenseless as Dumbledore had been. Snape's pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. "You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them--I, the Half-Blood Prince! And you'd turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, woudl you? I don't think so...no!" Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew feet away into the darkness and out of sight. "Kill me then," panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward--" "DON'T--" screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly deranged, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them-- "CALL ME COWARD!"

Day 26: The Guest Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it directly at the slowing revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds. "Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort. Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face. All of the Death Eaters were looking up at the captive now, as thought they had been given permission to show curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified voice, "Severus! Help me!" "Ah, yes," said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.

Day 27: I Regret It "All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here," said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "wondering, wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner...and I think I have the answer." Snape did not speak. "Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man, after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen." "My Lord--" "The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine." "My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand. "It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last." And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: But then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue. "Kill." There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape's face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake's fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor. "I regret it," said Voldemort coldly.

Day 28: You Hurt Her! "Tuney!" said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. "Who's spying now?" he shouted. "What d'you want?" Petunia was breathless, alarmed at being caught. Harry could see her struggling for something hurtful to say. "What is that you're wearing, anyway?" she said, pointing at Snape's chest. "Your mum's blouse?" There was a *crack*. A branch over Petunia's head had fallen. Lily screamed: The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. "Tuney!" But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. "Did you make it happen?" "No." He looked both defiant and scared. "You did!" She was backing away from him. "You *did*! You hurt her!" "No--no I didn't!" But the lie did not convince Lily: After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused....

Day 29: Save Your Breath "I'm sorry." "I'm not interested." "I'm sorry!" "Save your breath." It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. "I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here." "I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just--" "Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends--you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?" He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. "I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." "No--listen, I didn't mean--" "--to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I any different?" He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole....

Day 30: Anything "If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for the mother, in exchange for the son?" "I have--I have asked him--" "You disgust me," said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to drink a little. "You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?" Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore. "Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her--them--safe. Please." "And what will you give me in return, Severus?" "In--in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

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Chapter 35 ✷ Picture’s Up

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James couldn't recall a time where he felt so drained.

He didn’t even think there was a word to encapsulate just how drained he really felt. Every day, there was a wariness that sunk and immersed itself so deeply within his bones that made it feel like he could hardly breathe.

Day by day, it felt like a part of his sanity was cracking.

Enervated, drowsy, exhausted, knackered, dead on his own two feet… he could go on.

Prefect duties were as dreadful as Remus had said they were and James regretted every time he ever made fun of him for it. It was miserable and karma never hit him harder. Monitoring detentions and rounds were tedious, the tests he had to grade were mind-numbingly boring; all forcing him to lose the little sleep he had.

And then there were the loads of Quidditch practices that once were fun, a way for him to exert his remarkable supply of energy, only became a bit of a nuisance with the overwhelming activities he was forced to juggle.

Working around Moony’s moon cycle...

And then there was the fucking Black family.

The mere mention of their names sent James into a spiral. He’d rather submerge himself into the Black lake and let the giant squid ink all over him than deal with them. But there he was.

He debated for a while, whether or not to tell Black about Regulus but refrained. He was far too stubborn to listen and could make matters worse.

James sighed, leaning into the couch in the common room, running his fingers through his hair.

“Potter.” The ring of Lily’s voice sounded through his ears. James turned around to look at her, feeling his heart accelerate.

“Evans,” he greeted.

“We have rounds in a bit. Don’t be late.”

James simply nodded, not having enough energy to put on a front.

And of course Lily noticed. She noticed his frazzled appearance and lack of energy. There was hardly any banter between them and Lily would’ve thought it was a miracle that his annoying self had vanished, replaced with timorous energy. But if anything, it was disquieting.

She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing out, “Hey, you alright?”

He gave a little audible sound in response. “Yeah. I’ll be there. I just need to make a few arrangements quickly. Meet you by the... Prefects’ bathroom?”

Lily considered him.

“... See you.”

James made his way out of the common room, slipping out the Marauder’s Map. He’d been tracking Regulus’ movements for the past few days now and the only person he went to was Y/N for any substantial amount of time.

He truly had no one else and it ruled out any potential bullying.

Walburga and Orion… Their treatment towards him shocked James. Golden boy Regulus, who would’ve thought?

But even with the Marauder’s Map, it was impossible to keep track of him. He never stayed in one spot long enough to catch, aside from the dungeons and Slytherin common room.

Everything regarding Regulus’ situation forced James to think strenuously. If he were to accidentally say too much of what Whiskers had told him, not only would Regulus close himself off to him, but to her too, leaving them with no clue of his well-being.

And it forced him to worry about Whiskers. She didn’t know what she's getting herself into… What if Walburga and Orion caught word of their friendship?

James shuddered, pushing away the thought. He didn’t want to think about what would happen to either of them.

He continued to watch Regulus’ name travel across the map before ascertaining he was close. He tapped on the map, muttering out ‘Mischief managed’ whilst bolting down the hallways. Each twist and turn exhilarated a nervous adrenaline thumping through his veins as he rehearsed a little speech inside his head.

Before Regulus had time to process what was happening, James had already yanked him back, disappearing into one of the secret passageways.

“What the — Potter?!” He squawked. Pushing him away, James saw the pure panic washed over his features through the shadows.

“I know we don’t have much time,” James rushed, “But hear me out.”

He made no attempt to move but looked around for other students.

“You’ll always have a home with me,” James said easily as if it was the most obvious answer. “With Bla — Sirius — living with me, you’re more than welcome to as well. I understand your situation and —”

“No,” Regulus leered, “I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” James challenged before easing up. “My family and I are more than willing to protect you, like how we’ve been doing for Sirius.”

And then it stayed silent for a while and he finally let himself take in his appearance.

“Regulus, what happened to you?”

Regulus’ head hung. “All I wanted was to have long hair.”

And then it clicked for James, but he was running out of things to say that were convincing and felt a familiar panic return.

“You miss him, right?” He tried. “I know he misses you. If maybe —”

But when Regulus’ mood suddenly changed, James knew instantly that he had miscalculated.

“Miss me?” Regulus laughed bitterly. “He doesn’t miss me and he has never considered me his brother. You, Lupin, Pettigrew — you’re his brothers.”

He could see the misty tears welding up in Regulus’ eyes and didn’t make a move to stop him when he stormed out from the passageway.

Once Regulus was free from James, he sprinted, blinking multiple times to prevent tears from seeping out. An ache burned inside his chest as he found himself diving into his bed, pulling the curtains shut.

Those unforgettable questions that plagued his mind for a year now played heavily in his mind, like his own personal film.

What made someone good or bad? What did he believe in? Was he strong enough to break from his mould or did he want to? And most importantly, what was he willing to do?

Blood purity…

Regulus closed his eyes. He wished life was a dress rehearsal and there were times to make mistakes and have do-overs without permanent repercussions. To get time to practice and refine life until he explored every avenue. Unfortunately, life had no room for anything but the final performance. Every stumble, every mishap or memory slip was presented to a live audience day by day.

Reopening his eyes, he had his answer.

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A few weeks went by and September was coming to a close. October came with beautiful colours and a chilly breeze.

It felt like every day, Y/N added another reason to be disgruntled and hateful onto her list. It had been a month since she’d last seen her mother and she refrained from sending any letters; waiting patiently to see if she would make the first move.

Nothing.

It was safe to say that it put her into a bad mood that morning.

The walk to Defence Against the Dark Arts with Lily was a quiet one and slightly uncomfortable. However, the uncomfortable bit was more on Lily’s end rather than Y/N who was too wrapped in her anger-induced thoughts.

These days, their lessons were almost exclusively in the Duelling room, filled with practical lessons. Especially today, she was beyond thankful for; eager to have an outlet.

But Professor Elway was unusually keen on inviting her to the Duelling sessions. She was almost as difficult as dodging Slughorn’s Slugclub invites. Luckily, Y/N liked Elway and duelling was electrifying. Even potion making, no matter how much she enjoyed it, was lengthy and mundane.

Mentioning their professor, she wasn’t there that morning when they arrived outside the Duelling room. The students lounged outside the door, taking out their books and wand while they waited.

Remus found himself drifting to her as they quietly chatted away.

“Like your sweater,” she said. In the background, she could hear Marlene and James yelling, “It’s a jumper!”

Remus smiled. “This old thing?” Pointing to the sweater that she knitted. They both giggled a bit; Remus leaned slightly against her, eyes lingering a beat.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Elway called out to them in a dreamy voice. “Everyone, follow me!”

Puzzled, the class looked at each other as they followed their professor away from the dungeons. While they walked, rude and unbearable, Peeves the Poltergeist floated upside down. Once he spotted Remus, he immediately drifted up to him, opening his mouth, no doubt about to hurl all sorts of names or songs at him.

Remus hardly looked at him, already taking out his wand and said lazily, “Waddiwasi!” at Peeves.

A wad of gum shot out from nowhere and landed directly on Peeves before he whirled back from Remus, spewing curses at him.

“Nice one! Ought to teach me that later!” “Almost feel bad for the bloke!” Both James and Peter said at the same time.

Elway had led them outside to a desolate area, free from a canopy of branches and leaves.

“Now, my pupils!” She sang. “You might be wondering, ‘what are we doing out here?’ Lucky for you, we’re going to be practicing a few spells and learning how to fight using other means during duels.”

Like most of the class, Emmeline was skeptical as she raised her hand. “I thought we weren’t supposed to use physical means during duels?”

“Precisely,” said Elway, walking back and forth in front of the class. “Couldn't have said it better myself. But you know who won’t give a damn?”

There was a long pause for effect.

“Your enemies.” She clapped her hands together. “Now, can anyone give us some ideas? How about… Miss L/N?”

Blinking a few times, she hesitated, not expecting to be called on. “Er — you can… take them from the legs?”

“Wonderful idea! I’m thrilled you said that! Does anyone else want to add on?”

Remus raised his hand, answering politely. “Using your arms — stretching them.”

Professor Elway nodded away happily. “Wonderful answer! Take five points! Like Remus said, stretching your arms out or boarding your shoulders, spacing out your legs can widen your defence range! Why don’t we try?”

She called Remus up first and Y/N could tell he was slightly nervous. He doubled down, making himself seem smaller by hunching over and made sure not to accidentally hurt their professor.

A couple of Hufflepuffs, Slytherins and then James, Marlene and Lily all tried; mimicking Elway as she let them knock her over.

“Most importantly,” Elway said, dusting off her robes free from leaves and dirt. She panted a bit, tired from being knocked down multiple times. “Never let the enemy strike first. You all did fantastically!

“Obviously, in any professional setting, you’ll be disqualified if you ever tried to physically attack your opponent. But you can still play dirty in a duel!

“The charm Obscuro has been helpful on several occasions. It blindfolds your opponent. Please repeat after me: Ob-SKOO-roh!”

“Obscuro!”

“Excellent!” Elway gave a little applause, filled with glee. “Another spell that I love is the Confundus charm. Y/N! May you please explain to us the purpose of the Confundus charm?”

“She’s calling on you an awful lot,” Lily muttered.

She nodded a bit. “It confuses your oppent. The varying degree depends on how much magic is put into the initial casting.”

“Perfect! Five points to Gryffindor. If you will tell me about Incendio.”

As she spoke, there was almost a switch that went off in Elway that made her incessantly happy that almost unnerved her.

“Beautiful! Now if you may, help demonstrate the spell?”

“I don’t want to hurt —”

“Trust me, you won’t.”

Then, Y/N felt a deep lurch of fear as everyone retreated against the trees, giving her a clear view of Professor Elway opposed to her, waiting to block her spell.

She took a deep breath in, pushing up the sleeves of her robes, she held her wand.

Professor Elway had a protective spell around her. “One, two, three — now!”

“Incendio!” Only meek sparks shot out of her wand. A few students snickered while her friends were seen trying to drown them out by clapping.

“That was amazing!” Peter called out.

“I wouldn’t be able to do that on the first go!” Marlene shouted.

“That was good! Try again! One, two, three — go!”

“Incendio!” Nothing noteworthy happened. It was embarrassing.

“It’s alright, try again!” Elway said, not letting her go yet. “Think about something that’s motivating!”

Y/N closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and pondered. What was motivating to her? Surely, the want to continue with magic after school was motivating. Or perhaps proving someone wrong?

Proving someone wrong…

She had a lot to prove to her mother.

Instead of her being motivated, a flicker of annoyance and anger flooded her instead. Sensing the change, Elway beamed, her wand held high.

“One —”

Her mother always prioritized everyone and everything above her —

“Two —”

Was never there when it mattered —

“Three —”

There was never much affection. The constant want to please, the low self-esteem made her feel worthless, unloveable, always wanting to run when she got too close — she caused it —

“Now!”

“Incendio!” She bellowed.

A loud crack rippled through the air and caused her to stumble back. A large blast of orange and red flames shot out from her wand. Scorching heat flooded out, causing all the students to jump back as Elway shot waves of water, extinguishing the flames at once. As angry as she had been, glee and pure enjoyment replaced that quickly.

Once the bell rang, the students gathered up their belongings, leaving for their next class. But Elway took a moment, calling out her name, asking that she stay back for a few moments.

James and Lily staggered behind, offering to wait as they talked quietly under one of the willow trees.

They were so civil these days…

“I would’ve offered you a cup of tea,” Elway spoke as she approached her. Her foot tapped against the ground, her eyes far-away, thinking thoughtfully with a sly smirk. “Has anyone told you that you would make for an excellent, excellent duellist?”

Her eyebrows raised and shook her head.

That only prompted her teacher to smirk, in a satisfied sort of way. “You’re exceptionally strong for someone with no experience.”

There was a smug tone to Elway’s voice and she couldn’t quite place what she was getting at.

“Did you know that any professional duellist would kill for your wand? Or even the slight edge you have against them with your talent?”

“Erm… no?” Y/N said. She wondered if Elway needed glasses because surely, she wasn’t referring to herself. “Professor… are you sure you’re talking to the right student?”

She laughed so hard that she had to clutch her stomach tightly. She ignored her question. “My dear, do you have any ideas of what you want to be when you’re older?”

“Not really.”

“I have a proposition for you,” she beamed, flicking her long blonde, almost silver hair out of the way. “Let me take you under my wing, make you into a proper duellist.”

Y/N blinked. She didn’t know what to say and stood there with her mouth gaped.

“Yes, you heard that correctly.” Professor Elway teased. “I’d love to mentor you.”

She sputtered, positively confused and flustered. “I’m not at the top of the class, I struggle with Charms, I’ve never had a huge interest in it — I don’t know the first thing about duelling!”

“That’s what I’m here for, no? And your skill is exceptional and I know a duellist when I see one. You’ve shown the last few lessons that you’re capable of casting very strong spells.

“And do you know what separates a duellist from the masses? Energy, emotions and power. What changed when I told you to think about something motivating? A powerful Duellist may only be out of sheer power and brunt force, but a well-rounded Duellist listens to every part of their body. Their wand, their heart, the emotions that cause them to fight.”

“But —”

Elway flicked her wrist, mildly interested in her excuses. “Anyway, off to your next lesson. Take some time to think about it,” she smiled, clearly not going to take no for an answer. “I’ll be waiting for when you finally agree.”

Both Lily and James took her arms, hooking it with theirs and walked to Potions. They were staring at her, lost for words at Professor Elway’s proposition.

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“Yes, Pettigrew.” McGonagall scolded rather harshly. “The essay is due on Monday.”

Peter averted his gaze, grumbling out a thank you before exiting her office. “Dunno why she’s so strict with me.”

“She wants the best for you,” James tried to encourage as they all headed back to their common room.

Y/N couldn’t care less as she thought about later that night. No matter how hard she tried, Slughorn wouldn’t take no for an answer and she was almost forced to make an appearance at the Slugclub.

Lily was so excited, running through their dorm as she got ready.

Marlene sulked a bit, folding her arms across her chest. She was quiet enough for Lily not to hear, but Y/N heard her clear as day. “That’s not fair. I want to be invited. I want to feel special too.”

“You’re more than special,” Dorcas cut in, rubbing a hand up and down her shoulder. “You’re a star, baby.”

Y/N ignored them, fiddling with a small tube of eyeliner, watching Lily excitedly going through her closest.

Luckily, not only would Lily be there, but Remus, most likely Regulus — however, she doubted they would be able to interact — and funnily enough, James was invited too.

Inside the actual party was decent, a lot better than she expected. There were still the uptight students who thought they were above others, or the Purebloods that judged her when she walked into the room, but it was bearable.

Y/N chuckled as she watched Remus throwback drink after drink, sneakily stealing a few alcoholic beverages meant for the adults. His movements were so discreet that nobody ever suspected him.

She covered her smile behind her glass.

“Hi. It’s been awhile.”

Y/N turned around, and there, Aldrich McLaggen stood wearing a little smile. He trimmed his blond hair to sweep nicely and his cheekbones hallowed out.

“It has. And congratulations, I heard you’re on the Quidditch team.”

“Yes! Chaser - taking over Bell’s position.”

“So… How are you?”

If it was even possible, Aldrich’s smile grew wide. “I’ll be a lot better if I saw your smile tonight?”

She didn’t smile; unimpressed and decided to sip on her drink.

“Yeah,” Aldrich began again, “Didn’t think that would work.”

“A pretty big miss.” She grumbled.

“But I’m getting to know how to impress you in the future.”

Y/N turned to side-eye him. “Hmm? How?”

“How about -” And out of nowhere, he reached behind her ear and pulled out a red rose, handing it to her. Much like a Muggle magician.

She felt a coy smile tug at her lips and forced it down, but failed. “Nice one.”

“Everyone! Please come down and sit!” Slughorn announced, calling to all the students.

He beamed, flashing his teeth. “Don’t hide away again. I’d love to see you again.”

She tilted her head at him, tilting her glass before making her way to find her spot at the table.

The girl beside her had frizzy light brown hair and large glasses that looked like they were from an animated children’s television program. She was draped in a colourful shawl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

But the other young witch smiled brightly, although never quite meeting her eyes as she outstretched her hand. “Sybill Trelawney.”

She shook Sybill’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But then Y/N took a good look at her and realized, “We’re in the same charms class, right?”

Sybill nodded her head, fingers tapping rapidly on the table. “For two years now. I sit a row behind you. And by the way, you're very pretty.”

She was taken back, a genuine smile spreading over her lips. “Thank you, you look lovely too! I adore your glasses.”

A light blush spread across Sybill’s face, her hand brushing against her glasses. Her eyes peered up for a second before averting her gaze. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, already enjoying Sybill’s presence.

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Unexpected Part 2 - R.L

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Remus Lupin (Marauders Era) x Fem Reader

Unexpected Part 2, please read Part 1 if you haven't already.

About: Lupin finds out he's about to be a father, but he isn't happy about it, in fact, he's terrified, believing that someone like him could never be a good father.

A/N: Thank you for all the love on Part 1 - I know this second part has been long-awaited, thank you for all the love, support and reading Part 1!

Warnings: Swearing, mention of abortion.

"The baby I'm carrying" you choked "it's yours."

Remus shook his head, appearing as if he had been stunned, disarmed during a duel "Mine? It can't be mine!"

"Well it is, Remus!" you argued, your throat sore and burning "You're the only person I've slept with!"

Remus swallowed hard, still shaking his head and rubbing the back of his head with his hand that was covered in marks, he thought back to the last night you had spent together, how he was quick to finish and banish you away from the bedroom, then ignoring you for weeks until now.

Sirius stared at his best friend, unsure whether or not he would flip out, so he walked closer to you, pushing himself in front to protect you - but Lupin wasn't violent, he got angry and could be very harsh when upset or annoyed, but he couldn't even lay a finger on you, no matter how angry he got, as long as the moon wasn't full.

"I understand if you're scared," you cried "believe me, I am too."

Remus couldn't stand this: the sight of you scared and crying, his best friend protecting you from him, the fact that his baby - a miniature monster would be growing inside of you, the same miniature monster that would have a poor excuse of a father. He wouldn't have this, he couldn't.

"If you're smart, like I know you are, you'll get rid of it." He snapped, not caring if he hurt your feelings.

"Please don't talk like that!" you raised your voice at him, walking closer to him, away from Sirius.

"No!" he yelled, his anger and insecurities getting the better of him "We shouldn't - we cannot continue like this, it was a mistake to let whatever we have to go on for this long, look where it's gotten us!"

"You don't get to piss off for a few weeks, ignore me, come back and force me into a decision I haven't made!" you yelled back, no longer caring who could hear you.

Sirius took hold of your hand, comforting you, debating whether or not if now was the time to challenge his best friend and talk him out of the hole he's digging.

"Why do you think I ignored you?" Remus yelled again "Get rid of it before you ruin its life and mine! Don't force this upon me!"

"Mooney, calm down, stop yelling at her alright?" Sirius interrupted James and Lily not far behind now, breaking into a sprint.

"You of all people have no right to get involved!" Remus pointed at him, glaring.

"What's happened to you?" you croaked "How could you be this cold?"

Your hot tears rolled down your red cheeks, you stared into his eyes - how could this be the same Remus your heart skipped beats over? How something that came from an accident gets him so angry? How could he accuse you of sleeping with his best friend?

Remus stared back into your eyes, he looked upset, frustrated, but after a while, he looked at the floor, he couldn't look you in the face because you were right. How could he disappear like nothing happened that night? How could he ignore you, but be in the company of his best friends? You considered yourself worthy of that title long ago.

James and Lily finally caught up, out of breath, concerned, and confused about what was unfolding in front of them. Lily approached you and stood by your side, wrapping her arm around you, trying to ask you what was going on - you shook your head and cried into her arms whilst James separated Sirius and Remus.

"Mooney! Padfoot! What the hell is going on?!" He hissed, looking between the two of them.

Remus shook his head, your words affecting him more than you had meant - his eyes were glassy and his lips were trembling. "There's nothing else to say, Prongs." he shrugged, turning around and walking away.

Sirius tried to go after him, but you and James grabbed him, keeping him in line so he didn't get into any more trouble.

Sitting in the empty common room in front of the large and warm fire, you and Lily cuddled up together, her hands stroking your arm for comfort.

"I can't imagine how scary this is for you, Y/N," she said softly.

You shrugged "It's less scary knowing I have you and the others, but I can't understand how he got so angry so fast." you sighed "he accused me of sleeping with Sirius!"

Lily was no stranger when it came to Mooney, Padfoot, and Prongs. For a long time, Lily couldn't stand James and she frequently turned him down and insulted him until you encouraged her to see through his ego and give him a chance. With James constantly drooling over her to Sirius, he knew who she was too and he often tried to get her to talk to James, but even he couldn't play matchmaker quite well as you.

Unknown to you, Lily and Remus were good friends - not best friends - but she knew things about him that even you didn't know, she got to find out his insecurities, she helped him as the full moon lingered around the corner, she saw the vulnerable side to him that you didn't - Remus trusted her on that level; it would crush you knowing that the lad you frequently slept with trusted another girl more than you, with his deepest and darkest secrets.

Lily pursed her lips and frowned, the orange glow from the fire complimenting her hair and eyes.

"He's going through a lot." she sighed, pushing some hairs out of her face.

James and Sirius watched the two of you from afar, talking to one another.

"What do you think she'll do?" James asked.

Sirius shrugged "I don't know," he said sadly "But she can't go through this alone."

"That doesn't give him the excuse to treat me like that!" you cried, pulling away from Lily.

"I never said that it does," she said calmly "he's just going through things you wouldn't understand."

Sirius and James exchanged looks, both of them confused about Lily's knowledge - like you, the both of them were unaware of the friendship between Lily and Remus.

"And you do?!" You huffed, glaring at her.

"Y/N, please don't turn this into something it isn't-"

You shook your head and scrambled off the sofa, how could you keep it? You had only just found out and everything that had come with it was already too much to handle.

You felt sick, furious, hurt, broken, you were stupid enough to continue being involved with someone who got so jealous, who fucked his feelings out and got you knocked up. You didn't want to be around anyone but Sirius, he always knew how to help, how to cheer you up and keep you level headed.

Storming past Lily, you grabbed hold of Padfoot's hand and dragged him through the portrait hole.

"Where are we going?" he asked quietly, trying not to get caught.

You shrugged, more tears streaming down your face "I don't know, for a walk, anywhere but here."

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Deal? - Remus LupinxDaughter!Reader

Hi! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3)

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already knew this, but still XD

(Y/N) - Your name

(Y/N/N) - Your nickname

(Y/H/L) - Your hair length

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I swear, my next story won’t be about Umbridge XD

Word count: ≈ 2300

Warnings: Umbridge, angst, slight swearing

Enjoy!

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“I do not wish to criticise the ways of the school, however you have been exposed to some rather irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention” the toadlike professor threw a dark glance at a sandy haired student and smirked evilly, “extremely dangerous half breeds”.

The student in question raised her hand angrily, and glared at Professor Umbridge. “Yes?” the teacher smiled sweetly, “miss… Lupin, am I correct?”

“Yes, (Y/N)!” she began, “but that’s besides the point. Look, I know what you’re doing, but Professor Lupin was the best DADA teacher we’ve ever had, and I’d be more than happy to bet everything I own on that being quite a common opinion in this classroom!”

Most of her fellow classmates nodded furiously, and the young girl turned her head towards her professor, who immediately cleared her throat and declared: “Well, I’m afraid simply being a beloved teacher doesn’t really matter, dear. Werewolves are still extremely dangerous creatures. They are beasts that are undeserving of respect and that should not be allowed to be part of our fine wizard community. They are uncontrollable, and highly likely to injure or possibly kill young witches and wizards, including their own children.”

She flashed a cruel, yet pleased, smirk as (Y/N) furiously stood up, despite Hermione desperately trying to force her down.

“You have NO IDEA what you’re talking about!?” she whispered angrily, her nails digging into her palms as her fists clenched. “You have probably never even met one of these so called ‘half breeds’, have you? No, you were most likely just told some bizarre stories containing more lies and made up facts than truths, and decided to put that worthless ‘knowledge’ - if you can even call it that - to use by spreading rumors and destroying the lives of innocent people.”

Umbridge looked frantic, and was about to speak up, but (Y/N) got there first. “I despise people who look down on others. People who claim to be better than everyone else. People like you. You certainly don’t deserve respect!”

She took a deep breath, and was about to continue when Umbridge’s shrill voice forced her to stay quiet. “That’s quite enough! Detention, miss Lupin. The rest of the week, five fifteen, don’t be late”.

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A few hours later, (Y/N) made her way back to Umbridge’s office. She knew her friends had wanted to talk to her, but she had done her absolute best to avoid them all afternoon. She simply didn’t feel like explaining to them why she had done what she did. She’d gladly do it again though. Her father was the kindest, wisest, most incredible person she had ever met. He had done everything in his power to give her a good childhood, and no one had the right to insult him. She’d defend him to her last breath if that’s what it would come down to.

She knocked on the door carefully, and pushed it open when she heard a shrill, terrifying voice sing a sweet “come in”.

“Oh, miss Lupin, almost late I see!” she said arrogantly. (Y/N) didn’t have time to answer before her teacher continued. “Sit down.”

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The detentions went on for another four days before Umbridge told her she didn’t have to come back the following evening, but that she better hold her tongue unless she longed for more. (Y/N) tried to keep that in mind, but still lost her cool a few more times before the end of the semester. However, the Christmas holidays were approaching, and though her red, swollen hand caused her to worry slightly, the idea of seeing her dad and godfather caused her enough joy to tip her mood over to “mainly happy”.

She stepped off the train with her friends, and immediately spotted her father on the platform.

“Dad!!” she shouted, and threw her scratched arms around his constantly scarred torso. “Merlin, I’ve missed you so much”. She buried her head in his shoulder, simply enjoying the feeling of love and safety that he somehow instantly gave off.

“Hello, darling!” he said gently, returning the bone-crushing hug. “I missed you too, believe me…”

(Y/N) wanted to stay like that forever, but eventually let go as she intended to at least try to keep her… problems… hidden. She had never really been able to keep secrets from her dad, and therefore didn’t want to do anything he would consider “out of the ordinary”. If she did, he’d figure it out, or persuade her to tell him everything within minutes, and she knew he’d feel guilty if he realized what she had done for him. She understood perfectly well that the scars on her hand were deep enough to be visible for the rest of her life, and that nothing she would say could convince Remus Lupin that it was not his fault. She was left with one option: He could not, under any circumstances, know. Ever.

They carried her trunk together, and walked a few feet behind the rest of the gang.

“So?”, her father inquired, “How are things? You all doing okay?”

“I suppose”, she answered, “Our new DADA teacher is quite a daft prick though.”

“(Y/N/N)!”, he muttered sternly, casually trying to hide a smile, “Are you sure that’s the right word? Sounds rather rough, doesn’t it?”

The witch shrugged. “No, I think it fits rather nicely. It’s almost as if she’s trying her very best to prevent us from learning anything helpful…”

“That’s… well, that doesn’t sound very promising, does it?”

“No, hence the slightly offensive description… But enough about her, how are you? Had any company while I was gone?”

The older wizard smiled, easily noticing the tone of his daughter’s voice switch into a far more joyful, energetic one - One he knew and loved!

“Oh yes, I’ve spent quite a bit of time at headquarters, and Sirius essentially isn’t allowed anywhere else, so we’ve done a lot of catching up. There is, believe it or not, a lot to talk about after 12 years without seeing each other, so it’s been very nice.” He turned to her, smiled even broader and added a quick “But I’ve still missed you.”, before quickening his pace to catch up with the others.

***

Later that night, (Y/N), Remus, Harry and Sirius were sat in the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry and Sirius were playing catch with an old snitch they had found in the house, lazily throwing it back and forth. (Y/N) lay on a sofa, a thick leather bound book tightly clutched in her hands and her head resting on her fathers lap. He was deeply invested in A Guide to Medieval Sorcery, and father and daughter were simply enjoying a nice, calm evening.

All of a sudden, Sirius grabbed the snitch, sat up straight and reached out towards his godson.

“Harry, what’s that on your hand?”

The dark haired boy pulled the sleeves of his jumper further down and mumbled a quiet “nothing”.

“Sure, let me see then”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry abo…”

Harry didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sirius had risen from his seat and forcefully grabbed his left hand. The slightly faded “I must not tell lies” was still readable, and Harry winced as the look on his godfather’s face went from composed to furious in a matter of seconds.

“Who?”

“Sirius, I…”

“WHO?!”

By this time, both Remus and (Y/N) had put their books down, and were carefully observing the “argument”.

“It’s our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Umbridge. She’s quite generous when it comes to giving detentions. But mine’s really not that bad now. It barely hurts anymore…”

“That’s totally barbaric!? Moony, we have to…”

“Harry”, Remus interrupted his old friend with a worried look on his face, “What do you mean by ‘quite generous’?”

His heart practically skipped a beat when he felt his daughter shift uncomfortably, however it was Harry who answered.

“‘m quite sure half the Gryffindors have been to her office at least once by now. Even when you’re not really doing anything wrong, she’ll make up a ‘reasonable’ excuse…”

As Harry spoke, (Y/N) had unconsciously been pulling the sleeves of her jumper closer to her fingertips. Remus obviously noticed and made eye contact with Harry, nodding discreetly towards his daughter as if to ask if she too had… well… yeah? Harry closed his eyes, knowing full well how his friend wanted to hide her scars from her dad. It had taken hours of convincing before she had even let him, Ron and Hermione see, and he understood why she didn’t want Lupin to know. He did, however, not like the idea of lying to his former professor, and nodded slightly.

Remus closed his eyes looking simultaneously sad and angered, sat up straight and muttered “(Y/N/N)?”

The young witch took a deep breath and was about to move away from her dad, but he was faster and quickly grabbed her hand. He was very gentle, but she flinched anyways, as her last detention had taken place only a week prior.

“(Y/N/N)”, he repeated, “show me”

“Dad”, she mumbled quietly, “‘tis fine, don’t worry”

“(Y/N)!” His voice sounded far sterner now, “I’m serious. C’mere”

“No, I don’t want…”

“It’s not a question of whether or not you want to, Love”, Sirius explained before his friend could think of a response. “Show your dad.”

“But…”

“(Y/N/N)”, Harry mumbled, “Just… just do it”

“No! I can handle it! Stop making it sound like I’m too weak to do so!”

She felt a tear escape her eye, and stood up to leave the room when Remus waved his wand and locked the door.

Taking yet another deep breath, his daughter turned around, made her way across the room, pulled her left sleeve up and slammed her scarred hand down on the table for the other three to see.

“There! You happy now?!”

A flood of tears were streaming down her face, as her dad, godfather and best friend leant closer and read seven deep-red, awful, heart wrenching words:

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I must not defend filthy half breeds

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Remus put his head in his hands and stood up, while Sirius moved closer to his goddaughter and pulled her into a tight hug. Harry joined the embrace and comfortingly rubbed her back.

“why? Why (Y/N/N)?”, her father whispered quietly, his voice barely audible.

“I… I couldn’t…She… sorry…”

The usually calm, collected girl was completely lost for words. Shaking. She had no clue what to say, all she knew was that she had to let her dad know that she was sorry. Sorry for making him feel guilty. Sorry for causing him so much pain. Sorry for not being strong enough.

She walked over to him and noticed heavy, wet tears on his face too. Carefully she wrapped her arms around him, and together they sank down onto the cold floor. They sat there for what felt like hours before Remus finally spoke up, repeating his previous question.

“Why, darling?”

She met his sad gaze and collected her thoughts before quietly whispering “She keeps saying horrible things - pure lies - and she’s enjoying it. She’s throwing insults my way every chance she gets. If I don’t stand up and fight, everyone will think she’s right, and she’s not. Nothing will ever change unless someone works for it, and as soon as that someone backs down, they’ve lost. I’m not having that.”

He looks back at her, his eyes full of pride. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You mean besides being the most phenomenal dad imaginable?”

He chuckled softly, ruffled her (Y/H/L) hair and held his hand out. (Y/N) slowly placed her hand on her father’s and shifted her gaze towards the floor as he examined the neatly written letters. With a worried expression on his face, he grabbed his wand and moved it back and forth over the scars while quietly muttering a few carefully chosen words. The pain immediately became more endurable, and after putting his wand away the older wizard grabbed his daughter’s shoulders gently, and looked at her in a sad, yet determined way.

“(Y/N/N), as honourable as your intentions are, please don’t do this for me. I’m not going to tell you to back down, but if you’re going to keep it up, don’t let it…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting injured because of me. I’m not wo…”

“Yes, you are! Stop saying that! I’ll be a bit more selective, if that’s what you want, but don’t you dare tell me not to fight for you. You are my dad, my only family, and there is not a single person on this planet less deserving of disrespect, insults and hate. Dad, you’re amazing, and I’m not letting her fool people into thinking you’re not.”

After a moment of silence, a quiet, “I still don’t like it…”, escaped his lips.

“I know.” She sighed, “That’s why I originally didn’t plan on telling you.”

(Y/N) was fiddling with her fingers, not quite meeting her fathers warm gaze, when she suddenly sat up and said, “Let’s make a deal? I promise to choose my fights more wisely, and in return, you won’t blame yourself for the consequences of said choices? Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

Her father sighed, but reluctantly answered, “Fine, as long as you promise me one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“You won’t hide scars or pain from me ever again, no matter whether it’s physical or mental, okay? You’ll let me know, and let me help, always!”

She held her right hand out, her dad shook it and they shared a smile. This time, a true, pure one that actually reached their identically green eyes.

“Deal!”

~ L

Part 2 Oh, darling...

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if it wasn’t for you meddling kids // remus lupin

Summary: the boys are suspicious when Remus keeps disappearing… where is he going? Who’s he meeting?

Request: is it alright if i request a remus x hufflepuff reader? he has the biggest crush on y/n (poor boy is always nervous) and they hangout in the kitchens/sneak out to the astronomy tower then they kiss or smth. thanks!!

A/N: this was a cute request so I hope I did it alright :)))))

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: none??

Whilst by no means the smartest Marauder, Remus did have to give Peter credit for figuring it out first, even if he was just throwing ideas at a wall and seeing what stuck.

“Moony,” James drawled, lying upside down off of his bed when Remus finally got back to their dorm. He had a spring in his step and unfortunately, it seemed like all three of them noticed. “Where have you been scampering off to recently?”

“What?” Remus asked, declining to face his friends and have the pink blush of his cheeks give himself away.

He’d be teased mercilessly if they knew where he’d been disappearing to almost every night, the fool he’d been making of himself every time he met up with you in the kitchens. He thought about your nightly rituals fondly, but he made sure to not convince himself that they meant anything to you; he was the one with a crush, after all.

“Prongs is right, actually,” Sirius piped up, the ball he’d been throwing against the wall pausing in his hand.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Remus sat on his bed, pulling out a book under the watchful eyes of his best friends who apparently had nothing better to do than quiz him on his whereabouts.

“You keep leaving earlier after dinner,” James said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“And you don’t come back until just before curfew,” Sirius said, matching James’ position as they both lay back over the ends of their beds. Peter watched curiously from under his sheets.

“I’ve had homework to catch up on,” Remus insisted, trying to keep his voice level as he hid his face in his book.

“You’ve done all the assignments due next week already,” Peter very helpfully supplied, wilting slightly under Remus’ annoyed scowl. Sure, Peter cared about what he was doing, but he was nowhere near as invested as James and Sirius, who were ironically enough like a pair of dogs with a bone.

“He’s got a point, Moons,” Sirius smirked, tilting his head to the side as his dark hair fell down towards the ground.

“So why,” James said conspiratorially. “Are you sneaking out and lying to us?”

“I’m hardly sneaking-“

“So, tell us where you’ve been going then!”

“Bloody hell, I didn’t realise I’d be in for the Spanish Inquisition tonight.”

“The what?” James and Sirius asked at the same time, only earning an eyeroll in response.

“I’m not doing anything,” Remus insisted, sliding his feet underneath the covers and huffing. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“C’mon Pads,” James said, grunting as he lifted himself up, leaning on his elbows and turning to face Sirius. “Time for a brainstorm. Now, why would Moony be gallivanting around and not tell us?”

“Maybe he’s a werewolf,” Sirius replied with a smirk, barely dodging the pillow Remus threw his way.

“Don’t be a prat, there’s no way Moons could be a werewolf.”

Remus would have nothing to sleep on if he needed any more ammunition to throw at his gits of friends.

“Maybe he’s meeting someone,” Peter provided, drawing a round of intrigued cooing from James and Sirius. Remus would’ve sent him another glare had he not purposefully been trying to avoid the conversation.

“You might be onto something there,” James nodded approvingly, stroking his chin with his hand. “But who?”

“Pince, maybe?” Sirius suggested, the familiar rhythm of his tennis ball hitting the wall resuming. “He’s always had a thing for the librarian.”

“Too old.”

“That Slytherin fifth year he tutors?”

“Too young.”

“What about that Hufflepuff?”

Peter was really starting to get on Remus’ nerves with all his helpful little suggestions. He gritted his teeth and pulled his bedsheet tighter over him, hoping they wouldn’t notice how right on the money Wormtail actually was.

“What Hufflepuff?” Sirius asked and Remus could practically imagine his confused expression, his brows drawn down and mouth pouting.

“The one you’re partners with in Herbology,” Peter said, nodding at James. Remus squeezed his eyes shut, not enjoying at all how dangerously close they were getting to the truth of how he spent his nights.

“Are you on about Y/N?”

Peter shrugged.

“Is this the same Y/N that saved your arse when you got hit in the face by that Bouncing Bulb?” Sirius asked, the smile in his voice louder than his words.

Remus couldn’t help but smile himself as he remembered that particular lesson and how adorable you’d been laughing at James.

“Excuse me,” James said rather indignantly. “I did not need saving!”

“Yeah, right, I’m sure.”

As they began to argue between themselves, Remus hoped that they would forget about the whole thing and leave him to have his favourite person all to himself for just a little bit longer.

He’d blame wishful thinking for his stupidity that following day. How he didn’t notice his friends skulking behind him with their stampede-like footsteps and constantly loud shushing he’d never know. Down every corridor and up every staircase they followed him, growing more and more confused as they approached the kitchens, surprised to see him disappear inside.

“Maybe he’s just there for chocolate?” James asked as the three of them peeked around a corner, their heads stacked on top of each other.

“Nah, Moony wouldn’t be so shirty about that, would he?” Sirius said from above him.

Remus really should’ve heard their loud bickering, but he was very distracted. Distracted, indeed, by you and that damn smile you sent him every time he walked through the kitchen doors to see you sitting there on one of the counters, surrounded by house-elves and looking like an angel. He realised very early on in your meetings that he wanted you to give him that smile everyday for the rest of your lives.

“Hello there,” you said happily, crossing your legs and leaning forward. He flushed under your stare and you couldn’t help but think of how completely adorable he looked with his pink cheeks and bowed head.

“Hi,” he replied softly, playing with the hem of his jumper and avoiding your eyes as he leant next to you on the counter. You smirked at his profile, biting your lip to hide your laughter at how awkward he seemed to be around you. Remus Lupin, the big brave Gryffindor, scared of little old you.

“How was your day?”

“Same old, same old. I saved your friend in Herbology again,” you sighed, huffing a laugh as you shook your head. “I don’t know why plants hate him so much.”

Remus laughed and the sound was like music to your ears, especially when he turned to face you with his head ducked, a sheepish grin on his lips.

“I think every species hates him a little bit,” he said, savouring the chiming of your laughter. His chest ached from how wonderful you looked, just sitting there so close to him. He couldn’t help but wonder how he got lucky enough to spend time with you.

“What about you?” you asked, picking up a sweet and popping it into your mouth, licking your thumb to get rid of the melted chocolate on your fingertips.

Remus’ eyes didn’t leave your lips until you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing a chuckle. He was met with the realisation that he’d been caught staring and his face turned an outrageous shade of pink, the blush disappearing beneath his collar.

“Uh-uh, fine, yes,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Had a bit of an interrogation from my mates last night, though.”

“What about?” you asked, inching your hand closer to his. “Insurance fraud?”

“Yeah, exactly,” he grinned, copying your movements until your little fingers touched. “I should probably cover my tracks a little better.”

“I bet it was all those receipts stuffed between the pages of your textbooks,” you mused, raising your eyebrows. His eyes examined your face as you looked down. You were busy staring at your fingers as you lifted your palm over his, placing it flat on the wooden counter between his body and his hand. He swallowed at the proximity, both confused and hopeful about where exactly this little dance would take you.

“It was about you, actually,” he muttered, swallowing again.

“Me?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice all that much with his heart beating so loudly in his ears. You looked so beautiful and the heat from your hand so close to him made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“They’re worried about me disappearing every night. Very suspicious, they reckon.”

“I suppose that’s my fault for stealing you away all for myself,” you said gently, slowly peeling his fingers off of the surface of the counter, interlocking your hand with his. You looked up at him proudly, grinning at the surprised look on his face. You held your breath for his response, your smile fading slightly at his shocked silence.

“Why would you want me all for yourself?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, I fancy you quite a bit,” you admitted quietly, dipping your head in embarrassment. “Thought it would be quite obvious by now.”

Surely, he was just playing dumb so that he wouldn’t let you down, right? Maybe how nervous he was had nothing to do with you, and you’d just misread the signals. The thought alone made your stomach churn. Maybe you were just being foolish.

“Sorry,” you said, pulling your hand away from his and resting it in your lap. “I thought-“

Remus frowned as you paused, his hand horribly empty without yours to hold. A lump formed in his throat as he decided that he had to be spontaneous for once in his life.

He didn’t think as he stood up straight, and you prepared yourself for him to just walk out the door. He didn’t, though. The way he turned to stand in front of you surprised you both, though not nearly as much as the way his shaking and scarred hand lifted your chin. You looked up abruptly and your breath caught in your throat as his mouth pressed against yours.

You didn’t have the time or mental capacity to reciprocate before he pulled away, his expression a picture of fearful anticipation.

“I’m so sorry-“ he started, beginning to lower his hand before you cut him off and returned the favour, kissing him and threading your hands around his neck. You barely registered the feeling of his arms either side of you, trapping you in as he leant forwards, slotting himself between your legs. Your insides squirmed at the feeling of his lips on yours, a warmth flooding through you.

“Wow,” he said breathlessly when you both pulled back. You laughed, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked into his warm green eyes, more than pleased with the events on the night so far.

“I am very glad that just happened,” he whispered, quietly proud of himself for his courage.

“Me too,” you nodded, pursing your lips together. Your eyes drifted to his hair as you looked over his face, very much aware of the way his arms were curling around your waist. A shadow by the door caught your eye and you found yourself looking behind Remus, slightly flustered to see your Herbology partner staring back at you.

“We have an audience,” you whispered to Remus, smiling at the way his eyes lingered on your lips as you spoke.

As your words sunk in, he frowned, his hands still on your waist as he turned around to see James, Sirius and Peter looking back at him very guiltily from the doorway.

“Hi, mate,” James said, waving awkwardly. Sirius elbowed him with a grimace.

With an irritated hum, Remus turned back to face you and whilst you could feel how tense he was underneath your fingertips, he smiled to see you so close to him, replaying in his mind what had just happened.

“Are you going to go tear them a new one?” you asked, your voice so angelic he had to laugh. He nodded reluctantly, his eyes darting back and forth from your eyes to your lips.

“Well,” you sighed, trailing your fingers from his neck to his chest, feeling the soft material of his jumper underneath them. “I suppose you must. Only if you give me a kiss, though, before you go.”

He beamed at your words, cheeks pinking as he leaned so close you could feel his breath on your face.

“You really don’t have to ask me twice.”

With that, he kissed you again and you thought, quite happily, that you would do anything you could to make it a habit. He pressed his swollen lips together when you both pulled back, his eyes roaming over your face once more before he stepped away, his fingers brushing your waist, not at all ready to let go of this moment. He let them drop as your eyes flicked behind him, no doubt watching his friends watching you.

“I might kill you guys,” he said loud enough for them to hear, his eyes never leaving yours.

You laughed at the sound of them scrambling away, the door swinging shut behind them as their bickering echoed down the corridor. Remus stepped backwards to leave, but only for a second before he lunged back towards you and pecked you on the lips, happy to remind himself that he was probably allowed to do that now.

You giggled as he legged it down the hallway, fairly chuffed with the fact that you’d just kissed Remus Lupin. You swung your legs back and forth as you placed another sweet in your mouth, very excited to recreate the experience the next day.

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iwhishtomeetinournextlife · 3 years

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An anonymous love (Part 1)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particulary rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, reader is worried about Sirius, not proof read

Word count : 1.8k

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

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Y/N loved receiving letters but even more sending them, she loved including all sorts of little gifts in hers; flowers, drawings, photographs, candies sometimes, she loved it even more now she was a witch, she started doing experiments with her magic. She learned how to make the drawings moves, charms the flowers so they would reopen as fresh as new, she even found a way for the letter to be read out loud if desire, in a way were it doesn’t fold and destroy itself the ways howlers do, so it could be listen to over and over again, her family especially loved that one.

She wanted to see now if could even include kisses, or even hugs, the feeling of arm wrapping around you to squeeze you tight was one of the best feeling to her and she wanted to be able to send it to anyone, so they could feel it whenever they wanted.

She was able to put the hugs and the kisses on little cards who had to be unfold, it took many mistake, accidents and retry but she was able to do it after some times. It wasn’t as reusable has she had hoped, only three uses who doesn’t last more than five seconds, but she was confident enough to know she will do better in the future.

She had send her last version to her parents a few days ago, one she was the proudest of, and was now waiting for their respond. Making sure everything was perfect was important as the first time she tried to do it the message felt like a dagger stabbing her chest. Thankfully she had no injuries, Mrs Pomfrey assured her there were nothing, the pain stayed a few hours though and she could have kissed the nurse for excusing her from the morning class that day, she would have not been able to work anyway.

Y/N was now waiting at the slytherin table next to the few friends she was able to make among her own house, quietly eating while listening to the crazy story of the friend on her right, laughing joyfully. She turned her head when she saw the owls starting to enter the room, eager to find if she will receives the respond of her parents, she watch as the other student opened their own mail, including the raven-haired boy at the gryffindor table, Sirius Black.

He had catch the eye of Y/N like many others, girls and boys, but she never dared to make a move, she was a slytherin and she knew how much he hated them. She had thought many times to send him an anonymous later but what for ? It would be a lost cost and she rather let the feeling die rather than being hurt. Well, at least she thought her feelings would disappear as time went by but she was incredibly wrong, it only got more intense.

Being in most of his classes was of no help, his cocky behavior, his stunning looks and charming smile. What bugged her the most was how brilliant he was, she never saw him study or even really paid good attention in class but was somehow able to earn good marks. She was a bit jealous of him for that if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t a bad student per say but did have to be focused and study to have good grades. They talked a few times before, mostly him helping her out with classes but he was nothing but nice and patient with her despote the green of her tie.

She fell for him even more when she saw him helping first years travelling the corridors and defending a third year against her bully, the punch was perfectly aimed for Merlin’s sake ! She loved every story he told her, all the pranks, the aventures, the quidditch match. The more she learned about him, the more difficult it was for her to keep her eye away from him.

“You’re drooling again”, Jacob snapped her out of her mind “ ‘m not !” swipping her lips just to be sure, making her friends laugh, she was red of embarassment, so out she hadn’t notice the owl giving her her parent’s letter. She gratefully took it before giving a bit of food to the owl who then flied away. Y/N got interrupt has she was opening the enveloppe.

“C’mon, you cant’ keep looking at him from afar for the rest of school ! Talk to him for once and save us the lover eyes !” said Olivia, “I can’t, you know he hates slytherins” her friend opened her mouth to protest before being cut. “Plus, he is way out of my league, he is like-" Y/N hesited a bit on her words, waving her hand around “- a sun giving life around him and I’m just somekind of, I don’t know, insect in the dirt”. Her friends around all gave a chorus of long sighs, they heard that a million times before, she rolled her eyes “My point is, I will never have the courage to ask him out”.

Before anyone could talk, a loud sound was heard comming from the gryffindor table, followed by the sound of turn up paper. When Y/N looked, she frowned, seeing Sirius almost running out of the room. “Wait mate !” James Potter, his best friend, tried to follow him but Remus Lupin stopped him. Y/N didn’t quite catch what they were saying, something about him needing to be alone.

And alone he stayed, she didn’t see him for the rest of the day, and she learned during the dinner that night it was because of the letter he received from home, it was quite known by most of the people who cared enough to be aware of the disastrous relationship of Sirius and his family, as it wasn’t unusual to see the boy upset because of his mother. Y/N’s blood boiled every time it would happened, how could someone treat their child that way ? Taking their time to write every horrid words just to cause pain ? Using something she loved so much to cause trouble instead as it should be : for the one you loved.

The scene earlier that day worked her up so much, she put her parent’s latter away without reading it, and it is only now in her bed she remembered even having it. She smiled at the curved letters, it was her mother’s handwritting, she very enthousiatly explain how her and her dad loved the hug, that coupled with the speaking spell “It was like you were right here with us !”, well not quite as she precised right after, but it felt nice to feel and hear their daughter after so many weeks apparts. She laughted when her father this time wrote she should find a way to commercial it, as she will become the richest witch of the wizard world. “Sure thing dad” she thought to herself. She carefully fold the paper before putting it in her “letter box”.

Then when she laid down, she couldn’t stop feeling sad for Sirius, he had such terrible parents but deserved so much more. She turned and turned and turned around in her bed, searching for a way to cheer him up and then she stopped, thinking of the letter of her parents and the success of the hug in the message, perhaps, she could send him something ..? She blushed at the idea, what could she says ? “Hey, your parents suck but your butty could send me in outter space”, sure, yeah, what a great idea Y/N.

She sighed, fine, maybe not that harsh but she could try to remind him how much is he loved here and how much of a great person he is. So she sat down in her bed, took a piece of parchment, her ink and her quill, careful to not wake up her roomates as she closed her curtains. She blow air through her mouth for a minute, gathering some courage, and then she start to write, hoping he would like it.

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The next day when she woke up, or more like when it was time to get ready since she didn’t close her eye all night, wanting the message to be perfect : the drawing, an illustration of a dog, a stag, a rat and the moon, remembering the nickname and the jokes the marauders gave and made to eachothers, she charmed it for the little animals to run around the paper, leaving paws or hooves print behind –which disappear after a few step of course-, the curves of the words, the ink, she had opt for her favorite dark purple, the flowers had she picked, some wind-flower and cyclamen, that she carefully stuck to the parchment.

And of course the final touch : a kiss on the forhead. She had thought of a hug but decided it was too much, it could be scary to suddenly feels arms around you. A smol kiss was more appropriate, a bit bold yeah, but more fleeting, less intimidating and still a tender gesture.

When she was happy with the result and check any error in her words she put the message in an envelopt, decorated with stars, showing the cannis constellation, because of Sirius name obviously. And then put it in her bag, careful so her friend would not see it.

Once she was ready and out of her room with her friends, she realised she had no idea on how to give it to him. Surely not by hand, she didn’t put her name anywhere for a reason, maybe slide it into his bag during class ? But she was to scared to be caught.

She didn’t have to worry about it to much, since Sirius wasn’t at the class she shared with him, his friends looked troubled and worried, calmer than usual. Y/N felt a weight setting in her stomach, was the letter that bad he didn’t want to show up today either ? When he wasn’t at lunch either, she decided to send him by owl.

She excused herself from her friend, saying she had to send a letter, it wasn’t unusual for her to do so, so they didn’t even flinch. Once at the owl aviary and once she gave it to an owl and walked away, trying not to think to much, she stop. What if the letter only made him more upset ? Of course nothing she wrote was mean, but what if he didn’t like at all the idea of some unknown person looking in his private life ? Feeling arrogant enough to think they could cheer him up when his friends, those whom he consider family, weren’t able to do it ? Y/N turned around to take the letter back but it was too late, the bird had fly away, and since he was at hogwarts, he will have it in a few minutes only.

She felt the weight in her stomach get heavier, she hoped so much it will not make things worse.

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Hoped you liked my first fic ! I don't know when the second part will be posted but I'll do my best for it to be soon.

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Dating Remus Lupin Would Consist of...

Remus is an observant fellow. He happened to see you in the garden of Hogwarts, sitting with your friends.

He was so unbelievably tired that day, the first day back from “visiting his mother,” that he nearly blinked and lost you. But then he heard your laugh.

Your laugh soon became the sound he cherished most in the world. You did not giggle childishly like the other girls, but instead you squeezed your eyes shut and chimed in laughter.

He couldn’t help but note how wonderful you looked. You wore comfortable clothing, trousers and a sweater to battle the Autumn wind, but you were captivating.

From then on, Remus Lupin had a huge crush.

He had heard your name from one of your friends who absentmindedly mentioned you during Transfigurations.

He would never admit this, but Remus would whisper your name to himself in the bathroom, enjoying how it rolled off his tongue.

Remus Lupin was good at keeping secrets. He had fooled the entirety of Hogwarts into thinking he was merely visiting his sick parent, but there were three boys he absolutely could not fool.

At first, he tried to hide it, but one morning Peter caught him staring a little too long in your direction.

“What you lookin’ at that’s got you all slack-jawed.” Peter leaned to poke Remus on the skin of his cheek.

Remus would stammer back and quickly look down at his fingers which tightly held a mug of coffee.

Sirius pushed his head so it was directly next to Remus’, cheek to cheek.

“I don’t see what you are so preciously gazing at,” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows, “Guide me so I may see what has caught our Moony’s attention.”

Remus could help himself and he would practically want to die when James poked his head up.

James Potter was a tall fellow, nearly taller than Sirius and much taller than Remus, so when he stuck out like a sore thumb when he searched the Great Hall.

“Oh-” James whistled before sitting down smugly. He leaned back, putting the back of his head into his hands. “Moons, I see,”

“What!” Sirius whined, desperate to see.

“Shut the fuck up,” Remus cursed, burrowing his head into his arms.

“Oi, come on, that’s not nice,” Sirius rolled his eyes. James reached his long arm, stretching and grabbing Sirius’ chin to guide his eyes into place. “Well, in Merlin’s sagging balls, Moony’s got a crush!” Sirius yelled after his embarrassing staring.

“Nice one, that is,” Peter agreed, “Talked to her once in Muggle Studies.” “And, her tits look amazing.” James popped up making Remus furiously glare at him.

If looks could kill, James would likely be dead.

“Prong, come on, mate,” Sirius shook his head, his voice disappointed, “We don’t talk about the ladies here like that, you know that.”

James slumped down, pouting and sheepish, “Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to Remus,” Sirius instructed, pointing at Remus whose cheeks and ears had gone bright red.

“Sorry Moons.” Remus narrowed his eyes at him, deciding he’d forgive him after Charms when he’d really start to feel bad.

“Don’t be mad, Rem,” Sirius sighed, “You know James, he’s an only child, you know only children always end up odd in the head.”

“You know what Padfoot,” Remus rolled his eyes, “That would’ve been sweet if you had not forgotten that I am also an only child.”

Sirius’ mouth fell agape before quickly recovering, “Shut up about the specifics. Let’s talk about the fittest bird over there.”

“How come he can say fittest bird but I can’t say-” James began to argue but quickly stopped his protest once realizing how terribly wrong he was.

“Should ask her out,” Peter smiled toothily, “Give her the Moon Special.”

Remus would look at him in disbelief before shaking his head, “Truly think about what you’ve just said.”

Peter thought quickly before slowly nodding in understanding “I see, when I saw Moon Special it makes it sound like-”

“Pete, my love, be quiet.” Sirius shushed, placing his finger on Peter’s lips dramatically.

“Oh merlin,” Peter would gag, “You need to wash your hands after putting in hair gel.”

From then on, it was incessant teasing.

Remus would flush angrily whenever the boys would crack a joke, even going so far to throw all of Sirius’ pillows onfire.

And still, whenever he could without the boys noticing, he’d admire you.

Little did he know, you were also equally, if not more affected by a certain Lycanthrope.

Remus thanked the souls of heaven and hell when you were paired together for Potions.

He could’ve thrown Peter out of a window and James right next to him for the googly eyes they made when you were turned.

Remus would stutter, something he hadn’t done since he was six, as he spoke to you.

But you were patient and kind, even cracking jokes and sharing notes.

It took a lot of convincing and even threatening for Remus to even try to ask you out.

But because you were equally nervous about him, you thought he was asking you to study outside of class.

Remus was more than confused when he saw you with heavy textbooks in your arms, but decided to “go with the flow” as James put it.

The two of you sat together, whispering and laughing as quietly as you could.

When night drew to a close, Remus was most surprised when you said, “I really enjoyed studying with you, Remus, but I was wondering if next time... we could maybe...” you smiled shyly, “Go on a date? Maybe?”

Remus’ jaw dropped and he couldn’t think of anything else to say but, “I thought this was a date.”

That was the first time of many that Remus made you laugh so hard you dropped your books.

When you began dating, Remus was nervous ALL THE TIME.

Any time he thought about you, he’d get so nervous he’d almost begin sweating and his heart would beat so fast he thought he’d have to go to the infirmary.

You were more open and easier to bring out of your shy shell.

He’d often find himself groaning at your silly puns and nearly shocked when you’d make the occasional dirty joke.

Remus knew he had his friends’ approval when you made a joke about Dumbledor’s sagging balls the first time you met them.

Sirius later said he thought you were so funny he’d shit himself.

Peter agreed while James slapped Remus’ on the shoulder.

Dates consisted of walking the grounds at Hogwarts, going to Hogsmeade and even sneaking out to the kitchen as night.

He had gotten in trouble maybe once or twice with McGonagall for allowing you to accompany him on late night rounds, but that was quickly forgiven as McGonogall seemed to favor you out of any of the students at Hogwarts.

One of Remus’ favorite things to do was to grab you by the waist when you weren’t expecting it.

You’d squeal and squirm as he pulled you in for a hug, telling him “One day you’ll scare me so hard I’m sure I’ll become a ghost.”

You loved to hold Remus’ hands.

Though Remus’ hands and arms had scars, you enjoyed tracing the tips of your fingers along the lines.

Remus found this soothing. He also particularly enjoyed when you went off course and decided to draw tiny hearts on his skin.

The two of you constantly found yourselves giving reminders to the other.

“Have you drank water today? No? Don’t you think that’s something you should do?”

“Remember love, we have that essay for Charms due next Wednesday. If you don’t begin now, you’ll complain and whine about it and I’ll have nothing to say but ‘I told you so.’”

Remus found it adorable how much you loved to cuddle.

No, like, seriously, you loved to cuddle.

Sometimes, he’d be working away at a homework assignment, and you’d disappear somewhere in his dorm.

After stretching his neck, he’d see you laying down comfortable on his bed.

“What’re you doing all the way over there?” Remus asked, laughing lightly.

He couldn’t help but grin when he’d see you move the covers and pat the spot next to you rapidly.

“No no no, Darling, no, we’ve got homework and assignments to do.”

You would continue to pat, nodding your head fastly and giving him a grin.

Eventually, as always, he’d give in, grumbling to you that you’d only cuddle for “five minutes,” which usually translated to “that assignment won’t get done until tomorrow.”

Your favorite position, and his too, was when he rested his head on your chest.

It wasn’t his favorite because of your breasts, though that was a huge plus, but mostly because he could hear your heart.

Sometimes, it was slow, if you were drifting asleep or tired. Sometimes, it would beat fast.

It was your favorite position because there you could play with his hair, pulling and scratching lightly. It was also a lovely spot to rub his back comfortingly.

Remus spent copious amounts of nights, sitting with the boys, his head nearly between his legs as he cried.

He knew he’d have to tell you about his disease, he knew what your reaction would be and he knew it was selfish to keep it from you, but he had just gotten a taste of love and was quite sure he would die of withdrawal.

“Mate,” James would say softly, drawing an arm around his friend’s shoulders, “She isn’t going to care, werewolf or not, she loves you.”

“She’ll leave,” Remus whimpered.

“No, she won’t,” Sirius shook his head, arms crossed and leaning on the dresser, “And if she does, it won’t be because of your werewolf-ness, it’ll be because of your hairy-toes.”

Remus felt a terrible ache in his chest, nearly dry heaving at the feeling.

“Really?” Peter would scold, “Padfoot, now is the time to bring up hairy-toes? At a moment like this?”

James rolled his eyes and continued to comfort his brother.

“As they say, humour is the medicine for all tragedy.”

“Tragedy?” Remus cried out.

“No! What I mean to say,” Sirius quickly recovered, “Is that you have nothing to worry about. Y/N Y/L/N is the last girl to ever be judgemental, I mean have you seen her-”

“Learn when to shut up.” James would warn.

Sirius shut his mouth quite quickly. He knew there was no actual flaw to your personality or you in general, but sometimes Sirius really put his foot in his mouth when it came to emotions.

“What if she does?” Remus asked after a while.

“Does what?” Sirius sighed, sitting next to Remus on his bed. “Leave?”

“Well,” Sirius pretended to think after a bit. He put his arm to hug Remus close, “We kill her.”

As much as Remus felt awful, he couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s absurdity and utter bluntness.

“No, but seriously, no pun intended, she is an amazing girl, truly, and you’re a somewhat okay bloke. You’ll be fine.” Sirius finished.

Remus was shaking when he told you.

He had asked you to meet him in the Astronomy tower after dark and had arrived nearly an hour early to pace and fret.

Hearing your footsteps climb the stairs, Remus thought that falling off the tower might be better than telling you.

When he did finally say it, he shut his eyes tightly.

“Oh,” you said. “Well, that’s certainly a surprise.”

Remus would sputter out apologies and acceptances of the break up and promises to leave you alone for the rest of eternity. He only stopped when he heard you laugh. That laugh. The laugh that he so fell in love with you for.

“What? Who said anything about breaking up?” you shook your head with a grin. “You’ll have to try harder than that to get rid of me.”

Remus never felt more relief when you connected your hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Only thing that matters to me is that you don’t kick dogs and you don’t hate ABBA. Thas all.”

Quick Snapshots of Dating

You were the first to say I love you.

You watched Remus help some lost First-Years find their way along the changing staircase.

He just looked so sweet and kind and made you laugh when he responded to some kids asking him about his scars

“I literally killed a bear, with my hands. A huge bear.”

You couldn’t help it but pull your lovely boyfriend into a corridor and press a long kiss to his lips.

“What’s that for?” Remus teased. “The idea of me fighting a bear that attractive to you?”

When you said it, Remus’ knees buckled.

His mouth went dry, he couldn’t say anything

Despite VERY MUCH wanting to say he loved you too

Instead, his mouth fell open and you laughed and kissed his nose

“See you after Potions,”

Remus made sure, that night when you were cuddling, to hold you closer than ever, telling you how much he loved you.

“I love you, I do,” Remus whispered, but quickly became nervous “If that’s alright with you.”

Remus becomes quite grumpy on Friday mornings.

You aren’t totally sure why, considering you are so close to the weekend, however you’d always have a cup of steaming dark coffee for him.

Despite the cold weather that Scotland brings, you always insisted on going outside for at least an hour on weekends.

Remus was rather shy when it came to PDA

He much preferred to kiss you in the privacy of one of your beds with the curtains drawn.

But, on the rare occasion, he’d sneak you a kiss between classes.

He couldn’t help it.

You had a habit of giving him cute eyes and saying, “Kiss, please.”

One of the boys would always see and pretend to throw up.

Becoming increasingly closer to Remus’ friends as well,

James was rather proud of his little Moony, always nudging him and asking him how his dates were.

Sirius would complain, but would always allow you to braid his hair, sometimes you’d place little flowers in them as well.

You always knew how to make Peter snort with laughter, it became dangerous when you were around during dinner as something always flew out of his nose.

Remus being more than content, ecstatic and heavily in love with you.

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