#Sirius comes over and is like ‘xx spell??? nice’

[ratwiththetats]

Regulus being the biggest most pretentious magic nerd, even down to cleaning/domestic spells. He's using super complicated magic to wash the dishes: it only cleans marginally better than the typical spells, it is definitely not worth the effort (he absolutely thinks it is) and he's using blood magic to get their floors extra shiny. James coming home to Blondie playing and blood running down Regulus' palm holding a knife in his other hand 'Love, why do you have your ceremonial dagger out again?' and Regulus exasperated 'We’re having guest James’

[embrassemoi]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

Pairings: Sirius B, F!Reader, Remus L    Content: swearing, angst, no proofreading, filler? A/N: i hope your week has been great so far xx

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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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[awritingtree]

Never Enough (3/7)

Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Summary: Arriving at the Department of Mysteries did not turn out as Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, Neville and Y/N Black had predicted. With Death Eaters trying to steal a prophecy, what happens when the Order arrives and everything begins to spiral down?

Words: ~1.9k

Warnings: shitty father-daughter relationship, violence, torture, injury, 

A/N: Well this took a proper while to post. Watch the next part test your patience even more ;) but it’ll be worth it, I have great plans for it. Phrases I used a million times: you, dark, pain - I got tired of the words by the end of this fic. Every time I typed ‘orb’ I remembered @approved-by-dentists​. ORBS. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this xx

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“Very good, Potter. Now turn around and give that to me, nice and slowly.”

Black figures emerged out of the shadows. Eyes were the only things to be seen from under the hoods, wands pointed at you all blocking the way to escape from every direction.

“Uncle Lucius?” you asked at the time as Harry, “Where’s Sirius?”

Lucius Malfoy looked at you, failing to hide the surprise on his face. He was expecting the rest of Potter’s friends to be there along with him, but not you.

“Where’s Sirius?” Harry asked again, the panic rising within him. “You’ve got him. I know he’s here.”

“It’s time you learnt the difference between dreams and reality. You saw what the Dark Lord wanted you to see,” Lucius said, looking away from you to concentrate back on what he came here for.

You were pointing your own wand at the figure nearest to you. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you came here, but it certainly was not this. You were panicking. Your clammy hands were shaking; you couldn’t take on Death Eaters, none of you could. Cold sweat dripped down your forehead, matting your hair against it. You tightened your grip on your wand as it started to slip.

“Not yet-” you heard Harry mutter.

A voice cackled in the dark, “You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!”

“Oh, you don’t know Potter as I do Bellatrix,” said Malfoy softly, “He has great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this.”

You felt Neville tense up next to you as Bellatrix Lestrange walked into the light, a malicious grin on her face. Her black, curly hair was wild and unkept - making her look deranged.

“You’ve got him, I know he’s here,” said Harry adamantly.

“Give me the prophecy, or we start using wands,” ordered Malfoy causing you to take a huge gulp.

“Go on then,” challenged Harry, raising his wand up to chest level; Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna doing the same.

“Do anything to us and I’ll break it.”

“He knows how to play! Itty, Bitty, Baby. Potter,” said Bellatrix, her cold, empty eyes staring through the slits in her hood.

“Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,” said Lucius coolly.

You noticed the Death Eaters were slowly closing in, moving so slowly and quietly, behaving like shadows in the dark. It wasn’t noticeable unless one was really paying attention, which you were. You were wrenched out of the focus on one of the Death Eaters in front of you as Bellatrix Lestrange shouted, “YOU FILTHY HALF BLOOD!”

“Why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?”

You didn’t hear them reply for Neville nudged you on your side, “Smash shelves on mark,” he whispered discreetly.

“So he’s got you doing his dirty for him, has he?” continued Harry, “He tried to get Strurgis to steal it - and Bode?”

“Very good, Potter,” Malfoy said slowly, “But the Dark Lord knows-”

“NOW!” yelled Harry.

Seven voices chorused “REDUCTO!” The curse flew in seven directions, hitting the glass spheres on the towering shelves. Voices echoed through the vast room amidst the glass shattering and wood splinting onto the floor.

“RUN!” you heard Harry bellow before you took off with Ron, Ginny and Luna.

You covered your head protecting it from the falling orbs and spells flying by. Death Eaters were chasing after you, throwing spells and all they had into capturing any one of you.

“Petrificus Totalus!” you shouted, throwing a spell behind you without looking. It had successfully hit someone judging by the thud that followed.

“There! Through that door!” Ron yelled over the noise, pointing to a door right ahead of you.

You all picked up your pace. Luna ran through the door first followed by Ginny. You’d almost made it, ducking spells being thrown left and right, when you felt a spell collide with your back throwing you face first against the floor.

“Y/N!” you heard before blacking out.

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The first thing you felt was pain. Pain, pain, and more pain. Your head was throbbing, feeling like it was going to split open from the pain’s intensity. You slowly opened your eyes, having to blink a few times before they could focus on your surroundings. You groaned, sitting up, reaching a hand to the back of your head, hoping some pressure would relieve the stabbing ache. You glanced around and recognized the Brain Room you all had previously found when you’d been looking for the Glass Orb Room. You could see Ginny laying a bit away from you, knocked out. You could see Luna a distance away near a desk and what seemed to be Hermione, both unconscious as well. Ron was giggling like a barmy man, fighting what looked like a brain? You steadily stood up and took a step forward wobbling slightly. The pain in your head increased at the motion of walking, but you ignored it; Harry was nowhere to be seen and you’d just glimpsed Neville running through a doorway. You picked up your wand from the ground and made your way towards the shouts coming from the other room, trying to prepare yourself for what was waiting once you passed the threshold.

You saw one of the Death Eaters roughly grab Neville as you entered the room. There were several Death Eaters, you observed. Harry was standing on the dais, upon which was the stone archway, still holding the glass orb with Voldemort’s and his name on it. You stealthily started to make your way down the steps, hoping no one would look your way or hear you which sounded to be possible because of their obnoxious laughs and taunts.

“No, no, no,” said Bellatrix excitedly looking at Neville, “Let’s see how Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents… unless Potter wants to give us the prophecy.”

Your eyes widened at her suggestion, knowing exactly what she meant. You rushed down the stairs, the sound of your feet stomping against the stone stairs masked over by Neville roaring, “DON’D GIB ID DO DEM. DON’D GIB ID DO DEM, HARRY!”

Bellatrix approached Neville, raising her wand as you had reached the foot of the staircase continuing to run towards him. You jumped in the way at the precise moment.

“Crucio!”

All you felt was pain. Agonizing pain. The pain from your head before was nothing compared to what you were feeling now. Your body felt on fire from the inside-out. It felt as if you were being stabbed by scorching knives at every inch of your body. An ear-splitting scream left your throat. It hurt, it hurt so bad. You wanted it to end. You wanted it all to end; it was too much to endure. Your body twitched and thrashed around, bruising your already injured body further. You could hear Neville and Harry shouting for Bellatrix to stop as she laughed pleasurably. The pain seemed to last a lifetime before the spell was lifted off. You laid there on the cold stone floor, breathing heavily as you let out small whimpers. The pain and soreness still there as an aftermath of what had just occurred.

“That was just a taster my dear niece,” you made out Bellatrix speaking as you laid there, tears streaming down your face. “Now, Potter, either give us the prophecy, or watch both your little friends die the hard way!”

Suddenly, figures started to appear. ‘More Death Eaters,’ you thought frightened, willing yourself to move and stand up - get yourself and Neville away from the coming danger. You pushed through the pain, forcing yourself up. Your body was shaking underneath its own weight. A hand quickly wound itself around your waist, helping you stay upright. You looked to the side to see Neville.

“Are you okay?” Harry yelled over the chaos. You finally looked around surprised but relieved; the familiar faces of Dora, Moody, Kingsley, Remus and your father helping ease the pain a bit - help was here.

“Yes,” said Neville.

“And Ron?”

“I dink he’s all righd- he was still fighting de brain when I lefd-”

The floor between them exploded. You were thrown to one side of the room and thankfully this time, you didn’t injure yourself. You leaned against the tier and pushed yourself up. Somehow, miraculously, you still had your wand with you. You saw Dora duelling with Bellatrix, your father duelling a Death Eater as Kingsley fought off two. You limped your way to help Kingsley; you wouldn’t be able to do much against a skilled dueller, but little help was better than none. Just as you were about to reach Kingsley, you saw a jet of green light fly past in the corner of your eyes and Dora falling down from the stone stairs. Bellatrix had triumphantly moved on to duelling with another Order member as you stood frozen to the spot, coming to think the worst. You wanted to go check on her; anything other than stand there as your mind came up with the worst-case scenarios but it was as if you were paralyzed - unable to move or comprehend anything other than Dora’s limp body in the line of your vision.

The sound of Lupin shouting snapped you back to reality, “Harry, round up the others and go! Take Y/N with you!”

You spun around towards Harry’s direction who was already staring in your direction. He nudged his head towards the door you had entered from, indicating to get a move on. You nodded weakly, stumbling over your feet as you started to walk towards him and away from Dora’s body. All you could do was hope she was alright; knowing you had to get out of here or she would kill you when she found you’d acted stupidly and stayed in the middle of this chaos only to check up on her. It was extremely difficult for you not to run to her, she was your sister - but you knew you couldn't, not if you wanted to make it out alive of this situation to give her a piece of your mind yourself.

You were by the dais now upon which your father continued to duel Bellatrix. He was standing close to the stone archway, gradually inching towards it without noticing. He was laughing at Bellatrix, ducking her spells. You didn’t know when you had changed your course but suddenly realized you were standing only a mere few feet away from their duel.

“Come on, you can do better than that!” his voice echoed through the room.

You didn’t know when you had broken out into a sprint - where the rush of energy had come from, only Salazar knows. You didn’t know when you reached your father and pushed him. You didn’t see Dumbledore arriving, furious and ready to take some Death Eaters down. Nor did you see Remus and Harry running in your direction, terrified. You didn’t hear Bellatrix cry out in anger or your own yell, “DAD!”.

The only thing you did realize was the spell heading towards your father, one that could’ve been fatal.

The only thing you did hear was the yells of your father, godfather, and godbrother before everything went dark.

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Blind Dating and Miscalculating

Blind dating au where Lily is on a blind date and wrongly assumes James is her date

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“Whew does Mary know how to pick ‘em!” James looked up in shock to see a woman, apparently under the impression some Mary somehow ‘picked’ James leering at him, teetering from side to side as she pulled back the chair opposite him and clambered into it, nearly knocking off the unused wine glass closest to her. 

Drunk. Drunk but also gorgeous. Red tendrils that likely at one point in the night were neatly arranged were now flung about her shoulders in partial disarray. 

“Scuse me, I’m not quite sure you’ve got the right-”

“I told her I didn’t want to go! I said,” she reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards her, wide eyes locked on his. One look at her bright green eyes (beautifully green eyes, his favorite shade of green, actually) was enough to tell that while the lights were on, nobody was home. “I said, Mary!” She exclaimed, continuing to cradle his hand close to her while gesturing wildly with the other, “Mary I have no interest in dating, period. Nevermind getting set up with some random strange man. Especially with the name Mark. I mean, look, no offense Mark and other Marks of the world but it really is a rather plain name.” She paused to catch his gaping mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish before continuing. “That’s not to say that plain is always a bad thing or that extravagant names are a good thing,” she stumbled over the word extravagant and pushed right past it, “I mean I dated this bloke, Severus, once and I thought wow such an interesting name, fascinating. Nope. Dead boring and borderline stalkerish fellow as it turns out. So you’d think I’d like plain after an experience like that, wouldn’t you?”

She stopped abruptly, eyes staring at him expectantly, apparently waiting for some form of agreement. 

“Erm I suppose so?”

“Exactly! You’d think! But I mean, Mark. So mundane. I just assumed the person would be mundane as well. Probably an accountant or a lawyer, blech. Not to mention I was a bit nervous, been a little since my last date if I’m being honest. Not that there weren't offers.” She gripped his hand tighter, “There were offers, Mark. Don’t start thinking I’m desperate. I had offers.” She dropped his hand and folded her arms as if he had suggested otherwise. 

“I didn’t say- I’m not, I'm sorry can we back up for a-” his words and thoughts were a jumbled mess.

“Anyway,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and relaxing her arms, “anyway. Anyway, what was I saying? Mark! Yes, Mark. So as I was saying, I didn’t want to go on this date at all but Mary was all ‘it’ll be good for you! He’s so cute! We’ll get drinks first!’ and so I agreed to come meet you, but may have drank more than three margaritas but in my defense it was 2 for 1 and Mary was paying and I can never pass up a good deal. So that's why I’m late. But I am here. I am here with you, Mark, and you are far less boring looking than I expected. Yes, much cuter than any Mark I’ve ever met. Mary did well.” She nodded approvingly, sitting back in her seat and smiling constantly. 

From the corner of his eye he saw Sirius walk into the restaurant and see the woman in the chair Sirius had been meant to occupy. James immediately tried to signal with his eyes, “HELP, HELP, HELP” without alerting the redhead in front of him when Sirius, the bastard, winked at him lightly, turned on his heel, and left.

She hadn’t noticed his desperate face as she was busy scanning the menu over and when she wasn’t calling him Mark or yelling in his face she was quite pretty. Extremely pretty, actually. Like exactly the kind of person he’d want to have one a blind date. Or a non-blind date. Any date really. And the girl clearly needed food in her stomach to soak up some of her margarita, really it would be irresponsible to leave her like this. The least he could do would be to keep her company, pretend he was Mark to try and minimize her embarrassment, and then make sure she got home safe. 

“You know,” she met his eye over her menu as he spoke, “for someone who seems to have a lot of opinions on my name, I don’t believe Mary ever told me yours.” 

She laughed lightly, a beautiful wind chimey, tinkly noise that sent delight shooting down his spine. 

“Lily, Lily Evans.” She reached her hand across the table again, this time for him to shake. “Pleasure to meet you.” 

“Pleasure is all mine, Lily, Lily Evans.” He shook her hand lightly and looked back at his menu. 

XX

Dinner seemed to fly by. Once Lily got some food into her system she sobered up rapidly, yet sobriety in no way impacted her ability to keep him completely enthralled and entertained. Each passing minute made him more inclined to legally change his name to Mark and live the lie for the rest of his days. 

Sure their life would be a lie, he thought as she threw her head back laughing over some asinine story he was telling of Sirius, red hair swirling around like flames, but it would be fun. 

Not only was she bold, she openly mocked his ordering bourbon, ruthlessly holding nothing back despite only knowing him for a matter of minutes, but she was also unbelievably sweet. Listening intently to every story he shared, telling multiple of her own where despite being an ass kicking journalist she somehow also found time to volunteer at the animal shelter and had fostered three different dogs in the last two months. Ruthless, for sure, as she batted her eyes at him over her water glass causing all sorts of feelings to start to stir. She would give James, correction- Mark, a run for his money and then some. Barely an hour of sitting across from her and he was pretty sure he’d take his dinner knife to Mark's throat if the bloke ever actually did show up. Whether it be from jealousy or fury that any human being could ever stand up this goddess in front of him. 

The conversation flowed easily. Leaping seamlessly from her parents professions to his childhood mischief to the time she dyed her sister's dog key lime green. Her dad had a thing for flowers, apparently, marrying a Rose and insisting on making their daughters Petunia and Lily. 

“You could keep up the tradition, you know. Get your kids some flower names. Maybe something unique,”

“What?” She scoffed, “and subject them to years of cheesy, thoughtless bouquets of a flower you hardly like just because it’s your namesake? I don’t think so.”

“Then make it a flower they’d want to get! Or an herb, like Basil. Everyone wants a Basil plant around.” He pointed his drink at her as she spluttered incoherently, “are you telling me you don’t love a basil plant?”

“You’re right, how dare I overlook such a top quality name as Basil.” She drawled out in a monotone, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I suppose we’d go with something more colorful though, like Anemone!” She looked like the idea was pure genius and now he was the one spluttering in her face. 

He tried not to let his heart burst at her use of we. 

“I’m sorry, isn’t that the ocean thing? The Nemo thing? The sea anananamename thing where they live? That’s what you want to name your child?”

Her eyes were screwed shut as she clutched her chest, gasping for air through her laughs. 

“What?” He grinned at her, not caring if he had somehow said the wrong thing or appeared dumb when her laughter was so intoxicating. He felt a tingling run straight down his spine. 

“A sea,” she gasped out through choked laughs, “anemone!” 

“That’s what you just said!” He continued to argue. 

“Whew,” she wiped a stray tear from one eye, “truthfully you’re not that far off base at all. Same exact spelling. But they do have anemone for flowers that are on land as well as the sea. I’ve just never heard someone butcher a word so spectacularly.”

“Yes well, you know I’m quite good at that.” He leaned back in his seat as her eyebrow quirked up. “In fact, so good that I have been named the anti-Spelling B Champ,” he nodded matter of factly and continued on as if she wasn’t gaping at him, echo of a laugh still present on her face. 

“It’s true! Annually, all the people that hate spelling b’s gather and compete to see who can truly butcher a word the most. I’ve won every time. You’re sitting with a nationally ranked word ruiner.”

“Oh wow, however could I have not known. Do you have any secrets of the trade you could share?”

“I usually would never divulge such confidential information but just because you asked so nicely and because you are in fact stunningly gorgeous, I’ll give you one.” He leaned in conspiratorially, hitching a finger for her to do the same, and dropped his voice low. “To really put yourself over the top and seal that victory,” he looked side to side dramatically, checking for eavesdroppers before looking back on her, “is all about the silent Q.” He sat back again and watched her shoulders shake lightly with poorly concealed giggles. 

“Personally,” he grinned strongly, all pretense of secrecy gone, “I like to throw a minimum of three in there just to really set myself apart. Once I did a silent q followed by a silent x. I nearly sent the judge to an early grave.”

“You know I bet what would have really done him in is if you followed the x with a p but you pronounce the p like a-“

“Lily?” James reared back to find some bloke standing next to their table staring anxiously in between the two of them. “Are you Lily?” Lily nodded lightly, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, eyes flitting between the newcomer and James. 

“Um yes I am, I’m sorry do I know you?” 

A wave of cold dread overcame him, realization sinking into his chest. The newcomer, just about their age, polo and khakis, easily could have been a lawyer or an accountant. He had to explain before she realized as well and he looked like a total lying creep. 

“Lily, I can explain-“

“I’m Mark, I’m so sorry I’m so late. My car broke down and I didn’t have your number.” 

They spoke at the same time, the real Mark reaching a hand out to shake Lily’s. 

She didn’t take it. Instead she swiveled dumbly between the two staring accusingly at the real Mark. “You can’t be Mark. I’m having dinner with Mark. You must be here for someone else.”

“Lily, I really can explain if you’d just-“ James started again as Lily whipped around to face him. “You! You liar! Who are you?” She pushed back in her chair looking at him as suspiciously as if he had just announced he liked to moonlight as a serial killer in his spare time. 

“I’m sorry, your name is Mark as well?” The real Mark stared down at James politely inquiring, as if this was all perhaps a genuine mix up and not a case of an imposter stealing his date. 

“Not quite, its erm James. But truly if you think absolutely it the names are quite similar, the whole second letter being an A and the part about being in the Bible and what not.” Mark's eyebrows rose and Lily did not appear amused by his comparison. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lie or anything, I just… you sat down and assumed I was Mark and I was actually meant to be meeting a friend but you were just so pretty and funny and I didn’t want you to feel like you’d been stood up so I thought I could come clean later but I just wanted to get to know you. I’m sorry, truly.” She looked at him, hurt and confused, and he just wanted to hang his head low and apologize another half dozen times. 

“I can leave so you two can get on with your date,” his heart sank as he stood, gesturing the open chair to Mark without quite meeting his eye. 

He forced himself to look up at Lily, “I really am sorry. It was really nice to meet you, have a nice evening.” 

He turned lightly and began to head out of the restaurant, feeling Lily’s eyes burning into the back of his head even while he heard Mark sit down across from her and apologize again for his lateness. 

He was barely out the door when he heard her yelling his name, his real name, from behind and spun back around to watch her jogging to catch up to him. 

He braced himself for her to yell at him or hit him or completely tear him a new one and gave her a forced smile. 

“Lily, I-“

“Is your name really James?” she huffed, somewhat out of breath. 

“Erm yes. Just James. No Jim or Jay or weird nicknames really…” his right hand came up to ruffle the back of his hair, still anxiously waiting for her to scream at him. 

She reached up on her tiptoes, hand snaking around the back of his neck (oh god she was gonna try and hold his head still so she could really hit him strongly) and used it to pull herself up closer and his head down and touch her lips lightly to his. 

The light kiss sent shockwaves down his body as he froze, processing what was happening. 

“I like the name James so much more.” She whispered against his lips, barely a breath away. That was all he needed to throw an arm around her waist and tuck her snugly against him, the other hand going to caress her cheek and bring his lips back to her, stronger than before. They kissed deeply and sweetly and he felt it down through his toes and in every single nerve in his body. 

When they pulled apart, still wrapped up in each other, and she lightly hummed his name against him, he felt suddenly very sure that there was no sound better than her saying his name. 

“So, I’d really like to do that again. And the date again. With you knowing my name the whole time preferably. Preferably right now. What's to say I go take care of the bill and you take care of the real Mark and we go get some ice cream, maybe?”

“What’s say we do.” She intertwined their fingers and pulled him lightly back towards the restaurant for a fresh start.

[futurewriter2000]

Heartless - pt. 12

A/N: Oh, man.... I love this. I was literally swinging left and right as I was writing the last part, listening to the song.

XX

James and Sirius were both laughing as they ran to the house, one racing the other. They were like two children, filled with life as they both like the wind. 

“PADS!” James shouted, laughing and running to him. “WE’RE APPARATING!”

“WHAT?!”

“WE’RE APPARATING!”

“WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO APPARTE!”

“WE’RE DOING IT NOW!” James jumped on Sirius and apparated with him, tumbling into the living room floor. 

They both looked at each other, traced their hands all over their body just in case if one left their leg somewhere in Switzerland. Sirius still wasn’t of age, until November, to use magic but since James was, all he wanted to do was use it. When they saw each other apparate for the first time. 

“Bloody hell, mate! You actually made us apparate!”

“ARE YOU TWO BLOODY INSANE!” Fleamont came rushing into the room with his face red as tomato.

“I did as you said dad!” James shouted, jumping around him meanwhile Fleamont grabbed James’ shoulder firmly and forced him to stop. 

“YOUR ROOM! BOTH OF YOU!” his voice boomed through the room meanwhile James’ smile faded at the sight of his father’s anger. He wanted to argue with him but then he saw you sitting in the background, avoiding his eyes as your mother sat beside you and another man stood there. 

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying to push his father’s hand away but Fleamont didn’t let him. 

“Alastor Moody?” Sirius walked into the kitchen, smiling at the man as the man only grunted. “Blimey, sir.”

“What is it boy?!” Moody grunted, turning to Sirius. “Oh, you look just like your father. Except the hair. The hair is new.”

“And so is your missing eye.”

“I-”

“Boys.” your father said again and both of them looked up at him. “Room. Now. I will not ask again.”

“This seems like a family matter. Sirius and I are-”

“James, out.” 

“But-”

“JAMES!”

“DAD! IT ISN’T FAIR-”

“JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER GET INTO YOUR ROOM OR I WILL LOCK YOU INSIDE! I HAVE ENOUGH THINGS ON MY MIND DON’T LET YOU BE ONE OF THEM!” by now your father resembled the colour red, almost defined it. 

You had never seen your father this mad, nor did James or anybody else but your father had more problems in his mind then James’ behaviour.

“Oh, so I’m a problem now?” 

“Yes, now go up to your room before I make you, son!”

“I hate you.” James growled at him and looked at Sirius, who was looking at you, who was looking back at Sirius. 

He gave you a soft, comforting smile and nodded. He left with James, always looking back at you to give you the comfort nobody else could. 

When you all heard James slam the door shut, your father let out a long breath then turned back to the three of you. He looked at Moody and gave him a stern look. “I’m not sending her away, Alastor. She’ll be safe at Hogwarts.”

“She’d be safer at Beuxbetons or Durmstrang-”

“Durmstrang! All they do is black magic! The Dark Lord could have a bunch of-”

“Hogwarts isn’t safe with her, Fleamont!”

“Dumbledore can surely-”

“Dumbledore can only do just as much!”

“How about I go to Hogwarts... It’s my last year. Everybody will know something is wrong, Alastor.” you stood up and walked up to your father. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you gave him a small, soft smile before looking back at Moody. “You can teach me-”

“Like I have the time for you, you silly girl. I have more important things to do than teach you silly old spells.”

“They’re not silly! I am not silly! I can fight and I can do so much more things. Just because I am a girl, does not mean I am useless!”

“You being a girl is not the issue. You can think as highly as you want, girl but the Dark Lord has years of experiance that you would only dream of. If he gets you in his hands again-”

“He won’t!”

“I won’t be there to save you next time!”

You shut your lips as the terrible events of that night came rushing back into your memory. You turned around, showing him your back as tears started to gather in your eyes. You swallowed them thickly.

“Then find somebody who will!” you said sharply, turning at him and glaring back. “Find a Legilimen! Find somebody who knows-”

“They would never agree to do what you ask of. You’re better off at Durmstrang. They have the best Legilimen teachers.”

“I don’t want Durmstrang! I want Hogwarts!”

“Then I can’t help you!”

“Then I’ll help myself! If you don’t want to teach me- if Dumbledore doesn’t want to teach me then I’ll just teach myself!”

“That’s impossible-”

“No, it’s not.” your mother suddenly cut in, standing up on her two feet and finally getting some colour in her face. She walked to all the three of you and glared at Moody. “I am grateful for saving my daughter-” she took a hold of your shoulders  and kept her hands firm on them. “- but my uncle was a self-learned Legilimen and he was successful in anything. She is like him and I know she is better than anybody in this family. She can do this. If she wants to go to Hogwarts, we will send her to Hogwarts with her brother but the only thing I ask you Alastor to check up on her-”

“Mom!”

“Somebody needs to.” she turned to you, smiling. “I know you’re strong. You’ve always been stronger than any of us now you have to let us help you at least a bit. I almost lost you, I’m not taking that risk again.” she then turned back to Moody. “We will pay you ot teach her the Dark Arts- the proper Dark Arts. Four times a week or three times a week. It can be you or somebody you know.”

“Alright.” Moody said, making everybody silence in surprise. “It won’t be me, though. I know you Potters are stubborn but so am I. I’ll find you a good Auror.” and with that he was gone in a blink of a second. 

---

You came into your room and closed your door behind you. Leaning on them, you looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath in. “God-”

“Sirius but you can call me God too-”

“BLOODY HELL!” you jumped at the sight of the dark figure in the bed, reading a book under the bed lamp. He was grinning at you, watching you hold your heart and slide down the door from horror. 

“Jumpy, are we?”

“Merlin, what are you doing here?”

“James shut the door before I made it inside. Guessed he wants to be alone.” 

“Oh.” you said, letting your head fall into your palms and rubbing them against your eyes, letting out an exhausted groan. 

He kept looking at you, his eyes focused on the blue lines on your arms. Your sweater was too big, stretched out and worn out, making the sleeves fall down your arms, almost to your elbows. There were black lines, blue lines- like veins, like cuts- something he had never seen before. 

He felt a long pit in his stomach form but he swallowed every emotion into that pit. He closed the book and slid down the bed. He leaned on it, sitting opposite of you and watching you. 

“How are you?” he asked, making you look up and throw your head back. 

“Great, as you can see.” you smiled, closing your eyes and wishing he would be next to you. Wishing so hard he would crawl to you and take a hold of you but when you opened your eyes, he was still there- so far away. 

He kept watching you for a moment or two, just before he stood up and walked to your stereo and finding a Muggle station he loved to listen to. He never told this to anybody but James, Peter and Remus but he loved to turn on Muggle radio stations just to piss of his parents. Who knew that he would end up enjoying Muggle music?

It started on the middle of the song, making Sirius smile and how beautiful he looked when he showed his smile- especially the kind that made his eyes sparkle with mischief. 

He stepped in rhythm with the song, offering you a hand. “Dance with me?” 

“Sirius...”

“Come on, you grandma.” he took your hand and pulled you up, placing his hand on your hip and the other into his, swinging with you on the song. 

“You don’t have to do this...” you said, smiling at him before leaning a bit forward to his chest. “But it’s really nice.”

“ I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme .” he started to sing with the song, making you smile and hold him close. 

You put your hand on his chest, leaning your head on it as well and hearing his slow heartbeat as he held you close, singing softly in your ear. 

“And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always ...” he kept going on, leaning his head on you and letting the song play on by itself. Until he pulled back and stepped back a bit, the bass guitar playing faster and louder, “  What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man!!!!!” he shouted loudly and dramatically , taking your hand and pulling you close, swinging with you on your feet and hearing you laugh next to him. 

“I didn’t know you were such a singer, Black.” you started to tease, pulling a bit away and wrapping your arms around his neck and going from one foot to another.

“I can be a lot of things, Potter. You only say the word.” his eyes flashed a little mischief, just as his grin, just before he turned his head away, avoiding the moment and hearing the music change. His grin spread and he pushed himself away, opening his arms and singing from the depth of his lungs. “TAAAAKEEEEE MEEEEEEE!!!! TO THEE MAGICCC OF THE MOMENTTTTT!!!!!! ONN A GLOORY NIGHT! WHERE THE CHILDREN OF TOMORROWWW!!! DREAAM OFF-”

“Oh, my God Sirius.” you ran to him, placing your hand over his mouth. “It’s late.” you laughed and he looked kept humming despite your hand on top of his lips, dancing with his eyes as well as his hips. 

“Can’t help the music.” he took your hand and spun you around, dancing with you more relaxed and taking a hold of you from behind you, swinging you left and right as his hands kept holding yours.

And you wished it would be like this forever... forever like a dream, your dream....

[writing-red]

Like Father Like Daughter

Father! Remus x Daughter! Reader

Also Reader x Oliver Wood, but lightly, a couple kisses xx

Authors note: I SUCK at time, years, and counting, I do not know what the deal is in 1975 in the HP universe so please please excuse that, merci lovely reader. Also! This was requested over a year ago although, as we know that’s about how long it takes me to write shit.

Request: Remus having a 7th year prefect daughter and not knowing until he teaches her?

Summary: Set during POA

Warnings: ANGST and daddy issues! Death! Bc I like trauma

Word Count: 1.9k

After an incredibly eventful train ride to school, and ensuring that Harry and his friends were okay, Remus hurried up to the headmaster's office. As it was his first year teaching there, and considering all that was going on with Sirius Black Dumbledore scheduled a meeting with the new professor.

“I don’t anticipate it will be an easy year, but no year here is ever easy or simple. Especially since Harry arrived on campus,” Dumbledore said.

“It was nice to see him again, he’s gotten so old, and he looks so much like James,” Remus said, melancholy lacing his voice.

“The boy could use some good positive reinforcement from somebody who knew his parents so personally. Please, do not share information regarding Sirius, I would rather not bring him down. Instead, I would prefer he focuses on his studies. Especially since we have such a talented Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year,” Dumbledore said.

“Of course, now is that all for now?” Remus asked as he gathered his things, wanting to spend some time on the grounds before the student's arrival.

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this year. I believe you’ll be pleasantly surprised by what Hogwarts has to offer.”

“I’m sorry?” He asked, pausing to look at the headmaster, confused by his statement on the school.

“Oh nothing,” Dumbledore said with one of his signature winks.

Remus smiled, unsure how else to respond. “Well, I’ll see you at the feast later tonight.”

“Certainly,” Dumbledore said, seemingly having forgotten about his odd statement, already focusing on something on his desk.

Meanwhile, Y/n went along with her boyfriend, Oliver Wood to the feast.

“I wonder what kind of crazy shit will happen this year,” you said, thinking aloud.

“Maybe we’ll get a somewhat normal year for once,” he proposed, hopefully. “And a good bloody season.”

“At Hogwarts?” You retorted. “Impossible. And of course you’ll have a good season, you’re the best damn quidditch player I’ve ever seen.”

Despite a bit of red flushing his cheeks, Wood brushed off the comment. “I wonder who this years Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is.”

“I haven’t heard anything,” she said with a shrug.

“Well we’ll see,” he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Enjoy your feast with Weasley.”

You smiled back at him, “Oh I will, it’s a promise.” you said before splitting, as you went to go meet with Percy Weasley, and Dumbledore before the feast's official start.

The feast went as normal for Y/n, she was mostly preoccupied with seeing friends she hadn’t seen since the last school year ended, and her head girl duties. Being a Gryffindor she felt that the year would present some challenges, considering the difficulties her house had caused in the past two years. Y/n had nothing against Harry Potter, in fact she was quite fond of him, having tutored him in a couple of subjects. Although, she understood the trouble he and his friends were fond of.

Remus on the other hand was unnerved at the announcement of the Head Girls last name, La Rosa. Her being Head Girl meant she was a seventh year, meaning she must have been born in 1976. The math happened in his head faster than Remus would like to admit. Remus absolutely knew a La Rosa in 1975 who managed a disappearing act after a couple of months together, and a small scare of sorts. Although, he brushed off the arithmetic, and Dumbledore’s dubious wink with a large swig of wine, which earned him a judgemental scoff from Snape.

Eventually, of course, the feast ended and the tired first years returned to their rooms while friends and couples reunited, and Filch stalked the halls with Mrs. Norris close behind.

Both Remus and Y/n’s day started off with breakfast in the Great Hall as each had a first period in their schedule. Y/n’s day kicked off with charms, and ended with Defense Against the Dark Arts. She ate breakfast with Oliver and a couple of their friends, yet left early enough so that the two could walk to class together without him being late. They had a couple of classes together but knew that as the year went on their other half would respectively get quite busy.

Y/n was having a fantastic first day, excited for lunch she made her way from the Towers to the Hall, which was abuzz with talk of “Professor Lupin.”

“He let us do actual magic in class!” you heard one third year exclaim with a great deal of excitement.

“I’m just glad he didn’t prattle on about his book deal for the entire period,” some Ravenclaw said to their friend which made Y/n laugh.

“How was Snape?” Wood asked as you sat down next to him, he had sent a couple of letters over summer bragging about how he wouldn’t be taking Potions, and she was.

“The same, angry that he isn’t teaching DADA, now I’m more intrigued by this Professor Lupin,” you responded.

“Merlin, Y/n, it’s the only bloody thing I’ve heard all day!”

“I heard someone earlier say, ‘I’m glad he didn’t brag about his book deal through the whole class.’” You responded with a giggle.

“I can’t believe they ever hired that man,” Wood said with a snort.

With that the two of you started lunch, your friends Ethel and Roberto joining you only a little while into the block.

You had a couple of classes and a free period from the time spanning between lunch and when you finally got to step into Professor Lupin’s class. The buzz about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. had turned into a roar in just a few hours.

Despite being early you were not the first student in the class. It being a seventh-year course there were only eight of you taking the class, and there were already five of your peers sitting at desks. One of which being your boyfriend who had saved you a seat near the front of the class.

“You are late La Rosa,” he rudely teased as you set your things down and sat next to him.

“You know I can go find another seat, right?” As if on cue the last of your classmates filed in and filled the last couple of seats.

“Can you?” He asked with a goofy smile plastered over his face.

“Well Weasley owes me a favor and I’m sure you’d love to sit next to him for the whole three hour period.” “Oh that’s just cruel sweetheart.” Before you could retort your new professor walked into the room, immeadiatley silencing the class. Oftentimes the last class of the day meant students were groggy, and had shorter attention spans than usual, but this class was on high alert.

“Good afternoon, let’s go ahead and introduce ourselves however you deem fit. My name is Remus Lupin, and I am clearly your Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor this year, any questions?”

In response you along with a couple of your peers shook your head ‘no’.

“Fantastic, let’s go ahead and start with our Head Boy, if you could introduce yourself sir?”

Percy excitedly introduced himself to the class, not failing to make the new professor aware of his many, many achievements, after him a slytherin you had a strong level of distaste for, and on it went until you were left as the last student to introduce herself.

“My name is Y/f/n Y/m/n La Rosa, I want to write spell books once I leave Hogwarts, my favorite Quidditch team is Puddlemere, and my favorite food is milk chocolate although I’ve been told chocolate isn’t a food I disagree.” “I have to take your side Miss. La Rosa, chocolate is in fact a food, and deserves its own damn food group,” Lupin shot you a smile, then looked around at the small class. “I feel like you should all be writing down that your professors favorite food is chocolate for when you have to impress me at the end of the year.” 

Remus was genuinely confused by Y/n’s presence. He had decent intuition and something about the seventh year was throwing him off, and it wasn’t bad which honestly only confused him more. He decided it would be better to get ahead of it in order to not let his thoughts ruin his teaching.

“Well that’s it, class is over. Miss La Rosa if you wouldn’t mind staying after class for just a moment?” “Of course professor,” you said.

“Ooh in trouble already?” Oliver said and gave you a peck to which you rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you in the common room later love.” “Don’t forget our meeting tonight Y/n,” Percy said as he sauntered out the room which earned a second eye roll from you. 

Even though it didn’t take long, it felt like an eternity for the room to clear. All of a sudden your throat was in your heart, or, something. Whatever it was something was happening.

“I know this is going to come off as odd but I have an important question,” Lupin said, his eyes kind, no sense of a reprimand coming.

“Sure Professor, what is it?”

“What’s your mothers name?”

You figured he noticed your last name, and had maybe worked with your mum.

“Marie Dulcinea La Rosa,” you said. “Why?”

Remus’ mind started racing at a million miles an hour. “Did she attend Ilvermorny?” “Yes, is everything alright?” “I’m sorry dear, just two more questions.”

You responded with a single nod.

“Did your mother ever tell you who your father is, and are you a werewolf?”

A look of shock crossed your face and you clutched your bag. “I’m not supposed to answer that question professor.” “Y/n, I am, I also dated a Marie La Rosa in 1975, that same Marie attended Ilvermorny.”

“Are you trying to insinuate-”

“Yes.”

You walked out of the classroom as fast as your feet could carry you. You weren’t quite sure where you were going but you were crying and you wanted to be as far away from Remus Lupin as possible and your mind was far to occupied to think up a destination. Somehow that destination ended up being Dumbledore’s office, which by some means was open to you.

“You must have known, you know everything.” Not the best choice of words but it seemed to get the point across.

“That Professor Lupin is your father? Yes dear I did happen to know that.”

“And how long have you known that?” “Since the year you were born, Y/n, your mother and father both fought in the war and your mother came to me when she was pregnant with you. She didn’t want your father to know because she wanted him to stay and fight when she couldn’t. She wanted to raise you away from the war but she couldn’t ask him to abandon the cause.” “Does he know that she’s dead?” “No I am afraid that he doesn’t.” “Marie is dead?” 

You turned to see Remus Lupin standing in the entrance of the office. He was distressed and had clealry followed you to the headmasters office.

You gave a curt nod to answer his question.

“Y/n, I am so sorry, I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have ever let your mother think that I would value anything over her and you.”

“You have to know how hard it is growing up a werewolf with absoluetly no help. With no one to help you through your first transition, with no one to tell you that everything’s going to be okay. Then on top of that growing up thinking that you were nothing to your father, and losing your mum at 14?”

Remus reached into his pocket and pulled out a mostly intact chocolate bar and held it out, towards his daughter.

“Let me fix it? Please.” It was a plea, and a kind request, an apology, all tied up in a chocolate bar.

[littlejeanniebean]

Ep. 3 | The Marauders: Riddle Records

A/N: “Come to the dark side. We have a solo career.” - Tom Riddle Jr., probably. On a lighter note, I can just see them backstage like this by the lovely artist @theimpossiblefifth​. Read on AO3 :) Enjoy! - J xx

One look in your eyes

I can read your mind

 You're naughty, my type

Care for a good time?

You could be just like all your high society friends at high tea

You could get with a football player

But there’s nothing like a shot of adrenaline in the morning

You know you want a dragon slayer

“Like me,” James mouthed seductively to the camera and winked.

“I’m Alice Fortescue, these wonderful lads are The Marauders, thank you for joining us this Saturday Night Live!” the actress grinned widely as the camera backed away.

The boys all gathered around her in a group hug.

“Holy shit! That was incredible!” Obviously, this was Sirius speaking.

“You were wonderful, honey,” a low voice whispered.

A smiling man with sweet eyes and a mop of dark hair put his arms around Alice.

“Oh, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Frank!” the bubbly actress grinned widely, “He’s a photographer for GQ.”

“Sick!” James shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Frank; lovely working with you, Alice; hope you’ll both come to one of our shows sometime, ta-ta!” Sirius practically dragged the band away before anyone could say anything more.

“What was that?” Remus tutted at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, ta-ta?” the bespectacled boy wiggled his nose to adjust his glasses that had gone askew, “Who says that?”

“Not what I meant,” the pale, mousy-haired boy shrugged off his suit jacket in their shared dressing room.

“Look, I’ll explain later!” Sirius pleaded, “Just hurry up and let’s get the hell -”

“Yoo-hoo! Siri!” a warbling, high-pitched voice giggled on the other side of the door, “This is their room here, Tommy...”

“Christ,” the dark-haired boy covered his face with his hands. 

“We’ll deal with Bella,” James set his jaw and turned to the other two, “Ready?”

Remus and Peter rolled up their dress shirt sleeves and nodded.

The trio filed out of the dressing room, forcing Bella Black and her friend backward, and immediately shut the door behind them.

“He doesn’t want to see you or any of your family again, Bella,” said James sternly, giving the show's new cameraman the stink-eye for good measure. 

Bella stuck her tongue out childishly. 

Her guest grimaced and offered his hand to the boys, “I’m sorry about her. She overheard I was interested in speaking with you young talents and… well, it got a bit out of hand. I’m Tom Riddle, of Riddle Records.” 

Really, the man with chiseled features and dark slicked back hair wasn’t much older than they were. But he was dressed more expensively than they could ever be comfortable with, even with the fresh success of their debut album.

“You’re Senior’s kid,” James nodded, his mother being an agent in the industry. He noted just the smallest flinch at the mention of the man's father. “With all due respect, we already have a label.”

“A label that has you locked into a contract as a group,” Tom gave them each his card and presented James with another one for Sirius, “We would pay any fees associated with breaking your current contract, then we would launch your solo careers - James as the pop prince, Sirius as the rock and roll bad boy, Remus as the R&B god, and Peter as the jazz legend!”

“We’re better musicians together,” said Remus.

Tom leaned in, “Your success now, quadrupled. Plus the potential for high-engagement collaborations among you. The freedom to create in your own style on top of that. Imagine it. And give me a call.”

"Ta-ta," Bella blew them each a kiss in a way that could only be described as menacing. When they were out of the boys' earshot she simpered, "You're such a clever businessman, Tommy."

"Don't call me that," he yanked his arm away and pressed his phone to his ear irritably, "I found us some new business and laid the groundwork. Can I have my allowance now?" 

The Marauders flew back to Scotland that night and rehearsed for months until they were ready to drop before flying back to LA for Night One. 

“Nervous?” Sirius whispered while they waited for their opening act, DJ Dedalus Diggle, to finish his set.

“Why would you ask me that?” James huffed, adjusting his bright red tie for the umpteenth time. 

“You need more glitter,” Molly patted his cheekbones lightly with her pointer finger, which was covered in the golden stuff.

“Five minutes, boys!”

“Thanks, Arthur!” Remus spoke for them all.

“We’ve got this, Jimbo!” Peter bounced excitedly on his heels.

“Easy for you to say. You’ve been performing at recitals since you were big enough to reach the keys from the bench.”

“The jitters never get old,” his baby-faced friend told him, “but we’re all going out there. And with everything we do together, we always have fun.”

James nodded to himself and made sure to check on their drummer for the tour, “You good, Kingsley?”

The man in a rose-red disco suit twirled the sticks deftly in his hands, “Let’s do this.”

“... and now, Los Angeles,” Diggle hyped the crowd, “give it up… for The Marauders!”

The lights went up and the boys looked out at the incredibly emotional fans who’d come to see them.

“Right,” James whispered, reaching for the microphone with shaking hands, “A-one, two, three.”

I don’t have a lot of time

I’m running for my dear life

Can’t breathe without you by

Aye aye aye

It’s a full house

But I’ll seek you out

It’s a wild crowd

But I’ll seek you out

I don’t know how

But I’ll seek you out

James couldn’t help grinning ear to ear as Sirius broke out into his guitar solo.

Remus pointed out a sign that said, “Marry me, James Potter!”

The lead singer laughed and spoke into his mic, “Well, will you buy me dinner first, at least?” 

The girl promptly fainted.

Arthur was by her side immediately to make sure she was alright.

“Oh, dear, you’ve hit your head,” Molly crouched down beside him and handed the young girl an ice pack.

The red-headed manager got his first good look at the videographer and her multi-pocketed fishing vest and cargo pants.

She noticed him staring, “I’ve known these boys a long time. You never know what you’re going to need.”

“Good advice,” he helped her and the fan back up in one go, “I’m Arthur.”

“Molly,” she grinned, hoisting her camera back onto her capable shoulders and focused back in on James.

Under your spell, I like how you play it

Keeping it cool is so overrated

Waiting on you, every breath bated

Hey hey hey

They played LA two more nights before moving on to San Francisco. Then Vegas, then Seattle, and across the rest of the continent, all the way to New York.

“Madison Square Garden,” James swallowed, taking in the iconic jumbotron above their heads and the entire stadium, really.

Just three hours later, he was up on that very stage, sweat trickling down his back and the bridge of his nose as he sang his heart out about a funny story the designer, Lily Evans once related about her sister via Instagram post.

There’s a little house on Privet Drive

Where nothing ever happens

Little curtain twitcher of a wife

And a little boy and husband

But when they leave for their nine to five

And the little boy goes to school

The little old lady with cats ninety-nine

Does what she wills to do

Living next to ordinary no. 4

So much to do, so much to explore

The grocer down the street from me

His daughter left for university

And he needs the comfort of my tabbies

Yessiree, that’s what I’m here for

Your neighbour next to ordinary no. 4

After that, they went all over South America. The streets were typically too narrow to drive a tour bus around, so they often jetted from one country to another and rented a little convoy of minivans to take them to the arenas from their hotels and back.

“Shit, Petey’s got food poisoning!” Remus fussed over the poor boy.

“I’m fine! Really!” the blond insisted before doubling over and retching once more.

“I can fill in,” DJ Diggle adjusted his signature flat cap, “I have all your songs pre-recorded -”

“We have half an hour to get it out of his system!” Sirius declared determinedly, “We’re not going on without you, Pete!”

“I’ve got the doctor!” Arthur came in, followed closely by a middle-aged woman with apple cheeks and curly hair.

“You need to replace your fluids,” Molly handed Peter a bottle of electrolytes.

“Yeah, it’s a common bacterial infection going around among tourists,” said the doctor, giving him a dose of antibiotics, “He’s not in any shape to perform, you lot, so you might as well let him rest.”

“I can - oh,” Peter ran to the bathroom.

“How soon can you give him another dose of that?” Sirius asked anxiously.

“Not any time in the next half hour,” she narrowed her eyes at him, apparently having overheard his earlier proclamation.

“Poppy’s right,” said Arthur, “Peter’s health comes first. Dedalus, isolate the keyboards in every track and queue the set list.”

“Try to keep in time,” Sirius added.

“No improvising for tonight, lads,” Arthur warned the regular band members.

“But -” 

“I’m serious.”

“And so am I!” he could only maintain a straight face for two and a half seconds after he said this.

James sighed as they waited for the DJ to introduce them half an hour later, “It’s not going to be the same without Peter.”

“We’ll make the best of it, Jimbo,” Remus assured him, “and he’ll be back with us for the next one.”

The frontman set his jaw, pushed his glasses up his face and pulled the microphone to his lips.

Do you remember

The games we used to play

Mermaids underwater

Aliens in outer space

Do you remember

The sticks we’d raise aloft

We called them swords and never

Lost the battles that we fought

Peter was back on stage the next night, to much celebration and all too soon, they flew back across the pond for their European leg. Of course, their first stop was Scotland.

“It’s so good to be home,” James sighed happily, pausing to wipe his glasses on the hem of his shirt and winking at a girl who lost it at the sight of his abdomen, “This is our last song. Please join in if you know the words. Or make them up. Just have a good time. Be as loud as you want to. We love you all, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. We’re the luckiest boys in the world.”

Is there a risk to it?

Is it a challenge?

If there isn’t, if it isn’t, I don’t want it

Yeah, I wanna do some damage

I feel lucky tonight

I got you by my side

Seven days in a week

And you spend them with me

So hell yeah, I feel lucky

"That sounds really good, Pete," said James from where he lay on the floor of their stage after the arena emptied, "We could use that."

Peter chuckled, "It's Chopin. A waltz."

James ambles over and his friend makes room for him on the bench.

"It's a split C chord, then F, A flat..." he guides him through the song. It's out of time and messy, but they're having fun. "James…"

"Yeah, Pete?"

"What are we going to do about Tom Riddle's offer? I mean, his dad’s label practically owns half the music industry. And Castle is just this little independent… He could make our lives more difficult than he already has." 

"Unless we join him, you're thinking?" 

"We could ask Arthur to negotiate a group contract just the same. I doubt they'll dislike the idea of paying less upfront."

"But what about loyalty to everyone at Castle? McGonagall? Urquart?" James shook his head, "We're having a successful tour in spite of the ticket bots Riddle set on us. We're looking out into seas of fans all wearing our merch in spite of his shipment hijacking. And we're having bloody good time because we're not letting any of the homophobic slander he's fueled the press with get to us."

"Here, here!" cheered Sirius, clinking his beer bottle with his boyfriend's.

"Right, rest up, lads! You deserve it with all the work you put into this show," James stood and ambled back to the tour bus, where Shacklebolt was already sleeping soundly, being the earliest riser of them all.

“Goodnight, all!” Peter loved his friends, truly. But he was convinced their stubborn sense of the meaning of courage would do them a great disservice.

As always when confronted with a decision to make, he visited the only jazz bar in Scotland, the Leaky Kettle. Immediately upon stepping inside, he let the smooth piano carry away the stress. 

“The usual,” he told the bartender.

“Put it on my tab,” Tom Riddle swivelled around on the bar stool, "Fancy meeting you here."

"You mean you didn't expect to? Didn't plan it?" Peter received his drink with barely more than a sideways glance at their adversary.

"It's just business, Peter. I know you understand that."

"Then why go through all this trouble for one act? There must be thousands - hundreds of thousands - of talented artists who could make you rich."

Tom rolled his eyes, "My father was always… a bit single-minded. He wants to put me through my paces before handing me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. But don’t worry about that. Just know this: I think your group is talented and I can see that you’re the musical glue holding it all together. You’re the only one with any formal training, after all. And I really can see to your career’s longevity. If you stick with this boyband too long, though…” 

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Then what?”

“Well,” the label executive leaned in, “then you’ll need to think about what that does to your image as a real, serious musician.”

The blond boy finished his drink. 

“Another one for my friend,” Tom told the bartender, took his jacket, and left.

His calling card sat heavy in the keyboardist’s wallet.

[axelsagewrites]

Sirius Black*Group Project Part 1

Ship(s): Sirius x reader

Requested (?): Nope.

Warnings?: couple of mild swears 

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Screw. Group. Projects.

I mean c’mon, what teacher actually thinks they’re a good idea? Either you’re with your friends and get no work done because you would rather do anything else than the actual project or you’re with random people in your class who couldn’t give an owl’s feather if you passed or not.

Also, it’s Hogwarts. Magic isn’t a group activity. Only one person actually fires the spell! But no Slughorn decided there was too much animosity in the class, so he wanted to ‘break down house division’ and ‘help us see eye to eye’.

Bull. Ever since James and lily actually got together there’s been no teenage drama for him to watch. So here we are waiting for him to go through his list as we stand at the front of the class. The chatter among my, albeit small, friend group died as he began to read. As the names were called out the group of 4 had to go find a station.

The stations began filling, from the back of course, and my friend group got smaller and smaller until I was stood there, alone, with 11 random classmates. Every group so far had someone from each house meaning at least 2 people were glaring at each other in every group.

I looked at the 10 others still up here. 2 Slytherins, 2 Hufflepuffs, 2 Ravenclaws, and 4 Gryffindor’s. This means there was at least 1 three. Not to promote stereotypes but please let me be in a group with a Ravenclaw! Or even a Slytherin, they get shit done! Hufflepuffs are nice about the fact they don’t do any work and Gryffindor’s are so hit or miss you don’t know what’s happening till the presentation! Not to be judgemental of course.

Luckily for me though I had no beef with anyone in the class. Some groups all were glaring at each other and some were refusing to even look at them.

3 more groups. C’mon. As he read 4 more names, none of which were mine, I watched as the two Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor walked away. Please be with the Slytherins, I kept repeating in my mind. And then he called 4 names…and none were mine…I was in a three…” So that means (Y/L/N), Mr. Black, and Mr. Davies will be our three. How exciting? Now I do believe there should be a station left,”

I just walked to the last station, easily the grimiest workbench in front of the storage cupboard by Slughorn’s desk and dumped my stuff. Soon Hufflepuff’s quidditch team captain sat across from me, his head instantly going on the desk. At least he was here, the other dude, I don’t know his first name, was over at James station starting a fight with Snape! And I only knew their names because it was the class's whole drama for the past week!

As the steam cleared from my ears, I saw a piece of paper fall on my desk. As I opened it, I overheard Slughorn telling Black to go sit down. ‘Good luck xx’. “What’s that?” The Gryffindor leaned over me to try to see my note. Rolling my eyes, I flipped it over to write a response and he sat next to me without another word.

“Okay class,” Slughorn proceeded to explain the project, not even noticing the paper flying between my friend and me. it sounded okay. Not exactly easy but not hard since the work was divided between four, well three for us, but still.

We had a week. It was okay, doable. Sure, it was a lot of waiting for things to brew but it’ll be fine. Until I saw the potion written down. It wasn’t like most potions where you mixed some ingredients together…we had to make 3 potions to then mix into one big potion then add some other weird ingredient!

The class was filled with chatter once Slughorn stopped talking. We were supposed to start planning our potion. My group, however, was silent. Sirius, as I had now learned, was passing notes between James and him in the most obvious way and I could hear the snores from the boy whose name I still didn’t know.

I’m not about to feed into Slughorn’s want of drama, especially since I don’t want to start something, so I began to write down a rough plan. Basically, a to-do list then we just had to assign the tasks.

I did until I realised, we had five minutes left. “Guys,” I said. Silence. My cheeks flushed as I cleared my throat, “Guys,” I said louder. The boy’s snores faltered for a moment before continuing. Sirius wasn’t even looking. I sighed as I grabbed my wand. Quickly, my hand barely touching the wand, I sent a zap at Sirius.

“Ow!” Sirius jumped, knocking the station and waking up the other boy, while almost falling out his seat, “What the hell was that?”

“Mr. Black,” Slughorn warned. “Back to work,”

Sirius turned in his seat, finally looking at me and the other boy. his eyes fell on the Hufflepuff “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged.

Before a fight started, I jumped in, “Must’ve been an electric shock or something,” Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed at this, “It’s a muggle thing but um we should probably decide what we’re doing,”

The Hufflepuff sighed and rested his head in his arm, though still kinda paying attention. Sirius sighed but leaned over to look at the sheet. my whole body tensed as he leaned over, clearly not understanding personal space. My hand darted forward, pushing the sheet towards him, with a tight smile.

Sirius sat back, thank merlin, and looked over the sheet but the slight smirk on his face made me want to die. “Well, we could each do a potion then meet up to mix it all? Keeps it easy,”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” I said.

“Look at us, being a team already,” Sirius looked at the boy, “Mostly,” he muttered.

“I heard that,” the Hufflepuff said, finally sitting up, “I can’t do one. I’ve got training,”

“For a week straight?” To my surprise it was Sirius who was making him do the work, “I know Hufflepuff is bad but has it gotten worse or something?”

“Hey! How would you know? Last time you touched a broom it almost went into filches office,”

“I was drunk,” Sirius rolled his eyes, “After celebrating Gryffindor’s win,”

“Only because Potter cheated when he- “

“No one cheated! You just can’t take a loss,” Sirius raised his eyes.

“Mr. Black,” Slughorn warned, standing from his desk.

“Why are you standing up for him? Everyone knows he’s already washed up because he’s been too busy chasing that redhead- “

“Oi! That is so not true!” this time it was the Hufflepuff smirking, “You just can’t take the fact your team needs drugs to play- “

“That’s enough!” Slughorn bellowed, “Mr. Black, go see Professor McGonagall,”

“Sir there’s like 2 minutes left,” Sirius spat back.

“Then you better be quick,” Slughorn and Sirius glared at each other before Sirius stood, grabbing his bag and basically storming out. Before he could leave Slughorn followed with “Detention tomorrow, 8 pm on the dot,” Sirius slammed the door. Slughorn, and now the rest of the class, looked at us, “That applies to you too,”

“This is so not my fault. I have practise!”

Slughorn glared down at him, “I’m sure they can survive one practise,” when he went to speak again Slughorn cut him off, “I don’t hear (Y/L/N) complaining.” I just kept my head down. “tomorrow at 8pm, sharp.”

As the class began to pack up, I quickly looked at the potions, “Hey the second one only takes a little over an hour. Why don’t you do that one and well do the long ones?”

He glared at me as he stood, putting on his own bag. “What page?”

“38,” I said, quickly getting to my own feet, “If you finish it for Wednesday, I can mix it all for the Friday?” The bell went and the Hufflepuff just walked away. I held back either screams or tears of frustration as my friend walked up to me, “Kill me,”

But she didn’t and I showed up to detention the next day. 8pm, sharp, on a Friday. When I walked in no one was there, not even Slughorn. I debated whether or not to wait in here, in the corridor, to sit down. I’d never had detention before. Something about standing in an empty class made me feel wrong and I darted out to the corridor to wait.

As I walked out Slughorn and Sirius turned the corridor. “Thinking of leaving?” Slughorn asked.

“No-no sir. I um didn’t know if I should wait- “

“Just go in,” He cut me off, walking in himself.

“Never had a detention?” Sirius rolled his eyes, walking past.

I swallowed, following behind, “No,” his head wiped round, raising an eyebrow, “What?” I said. He chuckled and turned around, that smirk coming back.

“Now Mr. Davies won’t be joining us- “

“-That’s not fair- “

“As he was unable to get out of practise,” Slughorn raised his voice to talk over Sirius, “However he will get his detention later, I can tell you that much. As for you two,” he walked over to the sink, “you have the joy of washing these. Leftover cauldrons from first years,” I grimaced as I saw the green sludge on one of them smoking, “However I need to go for a teacher meeting so I will be leaving you unsupervised. Feel free to leave but only after all of these are clean,”

Slughorn walked towards to door to leave and Sirius muttered something under his breath, “Oh and- “Slughorn stopped and turned to us, “When I come back every dirty cauldron drops a letter grade from your project. Have fun,”

Once the door shut, I felt my heart sink. “So…” I said, instantly dying beside. Sirius looked at me and I had to look away, walking toward the sink, “Time to clean,”

The small laugh from his lips made a shiver go down my spine, “How have you never had detention?”

[unfortunatelysirius]

Bonehead Babysitting [Marauders Era]

♥ PROMPT ♥ [Requested] Y/N’s off to serve detention, and who better to put in charge of her young Jack Russel Terrier than the Marauders? ♥ A/N ♥ I hope you enjoy this, darling! It makes me extremely happy to hear that you love my writing, so thank you very much! If you’d like a sequel, then all you have to do is ask, doll :D Have a lovely day! xx ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1724

It was the weekend at Hogwarts, and in the aftermath of taking their N.E.W.T.S., the entire grade of seventh-years was drained. If it were up to Y/N L/N, she’d be in bed cuddling her dog Marley and dreaming of her graduation from Hogwarts, but unfortunately for her, she’d received detention. It was that damned Filch’s fault for letting Ms. Norris anywhere near her six-week-old pup, and if it wasn’t for Snape catching her in the act of hexing the absolute shite out of the damned cat, she wouldn’t be in this situation.  

Regardless, Y/N needed someone to care for her poor dog and provide it attention while she went off to serve detention with McGonagall. The only people that came to mind were the Marauders.

“Sirius Orion Black, get your arse down here!” Y/N called up the stairs of the boys’ dorm. She had Marley in a bundle in her arms and was rocking her gently to avoid her wriggling her way out of the cloth. “Bring your mates with you, while you’re at it!” Y/N couldn’t trust Sirius alone to give her precious puppy all the nutrients and attention she required. Remus was necessary for supervision, and James was the lesser of two evils when it came to the troublesome duo of pranksters.

Marley whimpered, as though acknowledging the lack of present playmates and the inevitable absence of her parental figure, and Y/N gave a pout. She softly brushed through Marley’s purely-white fur coat, cooing at the repeated cries coming from the restless puppy.

Sirius came sauntering down the staircase, torso barren and face bearing a cocky grin. “Aw, Y/N. What do I owe the pleasure?” He leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as though he assumed himself to be cool.

Y/N extended the bundle towards him, Sirius raising an eyebrow in the process. “I need you to take care of Marley for me.”

“Marley?” Sirius asked. It occurred to her in that moment that she never brought her puppy around Sirius, always depending on Lily, Alice, and Marlene as caretakers in her absence.

Y/N bit her lip. “My puppy.” She lifted up the cloth to reveal Marley’s tired form, tongue lapping her jaw in a yawn. Sirius’s face grew laughably ill, as though imagining the amounts of shite the young critter could produce in a short amount of time.

“Why?”

“I need to get to detention,” Y/N said. She pushed Marley into Sirius’s crossed arms, ignoring the surprised look on his face when he nearly dropped her. “I really, really need to get to detention. Don’t forget to feed her, okay? She also needs water!” Y/N was running out of the Gryffindor common-room’s door before Sirius could interrogate her.

“Bloody hell,” the bloke growled. He started the trek upstairs, wishing nothing more than to let the puppy run its course of mayhem through the common-room just in defiance at Y/N’s deposal.

Remus and Peter were playing a game of chess, for who the latter was losing horribly, when the door suddenly slammed open. Their jaws fell agape when they glanced over to see Sirius brandishing a fucking dog.

James, spectating the game from the bed, grinned wickedly. “You got yourself a playmate, Padfoot!” he jested, earning a sneer from Sirius in response.

“Y/N left her dog in our care!” Sirius said dramatically. He dropped the puppy to the floor, and it instantly jumped under Peter’s bed. It was an excitable little thing, but also seemed wary of the four boys. Were all dogs so hostile to strangers? “I don’t have a damn clue on how to take care of a dog—and don’t even try with the dog puns, Prongs.”

The bespectacled boy instantly snapped his jaw closed, looking down dejectedly. Remus paid the two’s bickering no mind and instead leaned around to get a view of the little puppy underneath Peter’s bed. It was white, brown, and black all over, but was primarily coated in the color white. She was a cute little thing, and the animal-loving part of Remus really wanted to retrieve the puppy to play with it. He turned to look at Sirius. “What’s her name?” asked Remus.

Sirius looked contemplative and hesitant for a moment before his face came alight. “Marley!”

The dog, as though hearing her name and registering it as a call-forth, ran out from beneath the bed and started barking. She nipped hard at one of Peter’s pudgy fingers, which automatically led to a loud yelp coming from the boy. James lifted his feet high in the air to avoid any nips himself, and Remus scrambled from the ground, already feeling the puppy’s eagerness for biting anything and anyone.

“Marley, huh?” James mused, giving the puppy a side-eye before throwing her a thumbs-up. “Sounds about right!” Marley barked in silent thanks for his approval.

The puppy, after another bite at Peter’s aching fingers, began to cycle around the room, sniffing and chewing anything that seemed mildly interesting. There was a sock of Sirius’s lying at the foot of his bed, and when Marley came close, she was curious. This curiosity led to her sniffing and sniffing at the sock until her head was nearly stuffed inside the cotton sock.

Remus’s lip involuntarily puffed out in disgust. “Merlin…”

Marley stopped sniffing the sock and jumped around to stare at Remus. She gave a bark, one that Remus didn’t understand—even if he was meant to have some sort of animal telepathy. He held out a hand with a hesitant look on his face, and looking rather excited and strangely-warm for a puppy, she jumped at his hand without a second thought. Remus laughed when her tongue started to lap and lick at his forearm, occasionally biting when curious for anatomical research.

“I thought she was shy,” Sirius said with a smirk, “but then again, everyone that comes in this room never leaves the same way.”

Remus rolled his eyes but continued to smile delicately at the pup. “She’s a six-week-old puppy, you twat,” he said, giving the marauding buffoon a repulsed look. He then proceeded to give Sirius a critical overlook, looking none-too-enthused by the boy’s grin. “Merlin, I don’t know why I even try.”

Sirius shrugged. “Have to find my amusement somehow,” he said, plopping down on his own bed. He was still shirtless, but the other boys paid no attention to his arrogant stretch-and-yawn maneuver. “Y/N said she had detention, and apparently thought I’d bring the puppy straight to Moony.”

That was expected, considering Sirius’s notorious record of inattentiveness and awry behavior. “I mean,” Remus said as he scratched behind Marley’s left ear, “I can take care of her, if you all have something better to do.” There was a hint of annoyance in his tone, but it was well-hidden from the rest of the Marauders.

“Nah,” replied Sirius. “If Y/N wants me to play around with her dog and feed her, I’ll do it, but Merlin—I’m not going to be nice if it shits and pisses all over the room.”

Marley barked from Remus’s lap. Remus released her from his hands and the four boys, James and Peter included, watched as Marley went right to one of James’s old t-shirts, sniffed at it, and pissed directly overtop it.

“Oi!” James shouted angrily at the puppy. She cowered away, but didn’t seem very ashamed for staining his shirt. “I liked that shirt, you damned dog—”

“She’s a puppy,” Remus said, as though that were the logical answer to everything. To him, it probably was—a sodding animal-empathetic werewolf, he was.

“Here’s a solution,” Sirius said, ever-so-dramatic and ever-so-loud. “How ‘bout we transform into our animagi?”

“And leave Moony to supervise?” asked James, giving a mock-pout. He was still glaring at the dog, but had enough decency to keep himself from cussing at it. He took out his wand and quickly murmured a cleaning spell to vanish the pee stain. “You can transform, but I’m taking a nap.”

Peter was quick to agree with James, and considering that Remus was a werewolf rather than an unregistered Animagus, Sirius was left to be the only one capable of doing it. Ironically, he was also the one who began as the angriest at being left with a dog to care for. He did enjoy animals, but still—he was a lazy son of a bitch.

Sirius concentrated hard on the mental image of his Animagus, and in an instant, he was on all fours and had the outward appearance of a big, black dog with a lapping tongue and a wagging tail. He barked at Marley, and gave a lopsided, saliva-induced grin when the puppy turned to look at him. Marley came trotting over, looking at Sirius hesitantly, but with a quick sniff at his left leg, the puppy’s tail was wagging hard and fast, and she began to jump around his legs. Her tongue lapped at him, and with pressured hops, she could lick at his torso at certain points.

Marley barked at Sirius and licked at his paw. With a quick flourish, Sirius lifted it and playfully swiped at Marley. The energetic puppy leaped out of the way, a panicked yelp escaping her, but she was unaffected mentally; with a determined snort, Marley was charging forward. Sirius growled when Marley’s canines latched onto his leg.

Gerroff, Sirius thought angrily, wishing he had the ability to connect with the puppy when in Animagus form. However, he could only bark, growl, and bite—and maybe that was enough to have the damned dog learn its place.

Marley released his leg and immediately starting licking at the wound. Sirius was confused, wondering what the hell the dog was playing at, but he couldn’t deny that he thought it was adorable. The puppy yipped in excitement when Sirius licked her back. Maybe she isn’t so bad after all, thought Sirius, but that was only when she wasn’t ripping apart his clothes or peeing around his bed. For the next two hours, he had to play mother-hen. Remus would watch in amused silence while James and Peter repeatedly moaned for them to shut the fuck up. Whatever—they were a tough fucking crowd to work with. And after the playing and cleaning and eating was over and done with, and Marley was back to her rightful owner, Sirius just had to ask if he could have her. He was open to stealing, and so were the other Marauders.

Marley liked him better, anyways.

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 22

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader      CW: Language, angst, violence, blood A/N: thanks for all the comments/asks xx

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Chapter 22: How I'm imaginin' You

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March 15th, 1976

It was just over ten past eleven when they called it a day.

“Night, Reg! I’ll see you later!” Y/N called. Regulus beamed, waving back before scurrying in the direction of the Slytherin common room. For the past week, she had brought him to the small hidden room by the library she found over the winter break. Red and green blankets clashed together on the old couch, pillows and candles, books and even his violin was there. It became their — or mostly his safe place.

She’s kept quiet about their secret meetings, mainly because Regulus seemed so skittish at the mention of other people and simply because he was a Slytherin. It put her into a tricky position considering not many Slytherins were like Regulus — they weren’t nice to those of her blood status. Besides, house rivalry was no joke and honestly, Y/N was confused. What did he mean that he couldn’t be seen with her?

The bitter cold began to subside as April neared. The full moon had risen, nearing its peak as she walked through the empty corridors, way past curfew. Distantly, she could hear footsteps becoming louder but made no move to hide once the student came into view with no prefect or Head Boy or Girl pass. That was until the hunched figure seemed to drift closer, coming into her direct line of view. Once they passed, the student knocked into shoulder roughly, making Y/N stagger back into the rough jagged wall.

Crinkles formed in her skin, frowning. They knocked into her purposely. The first thing she took notice of was their tie, a Slytherin. Of course. But when her eyes continued to drift up, she wasn’t surprised to see who it was: Snape.

“Watch where you’re going,” he says, a nasty leer on his face.

“You better watch yourself. Must be obsessed with me.”

“Is that a threat?” It wasn’t, not really, but Snape’s ego is a fragile, fickle thing.

Snape stands taller, his shoulders squaring to appear intimidating but it does nothing but make Y/N’s lip curl up before suppressing it.

“Seems like it to you.”

Seething, his skin becomes an angry blotchy pink. Greasy hair never mattered to her, some people even rocked it but on Snape — anything on him seemed to irk her. His hair seems to stick to his face and an intrusive thought wiggles in and suddenly, she wants to ring it out — see if enough grease would come out so she could cook with it.

But, she readjusted her vision, observing the tight grip he has on his and that he managed to draw without her noticing. On instinct, Y/N slips her out too, her other hand ready to use wandless magic.

She remembers a long time ago, her mother always told her to never start a fight, but to finish it. She guesses that there wasn’t another other option but to listen.

“You’re foul — wretched trollop —” “What did you just call me?!”

Snape jabs a nasty finger into her shoulder before she slaps it down, hard. “You heard me, trollop. Things were so much better when you weren’t around.” His voice drops low, dripping in venom.

“Could say the same thing. I wonder if Lily knows the way you treat women when she isn’t around.” Y/N dangles the threat above his head for leverage. “I bet she would be in for a real shock if I told her.”

There was an ugly pause.

Snape’s nose flares and she would have backed down but since she hadn’t gotten to defend herself last time around Lily, there was no way she wasn’t going to this time.

Snape steps closer in a challenging manner. Eyes burned strong in detest that she even feels it. His hand trembles, going white from how hard he’s gripping his wand. A wild look crosses; he looks feral — like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth.

A spell is already forming on his tongue before she raises her wand, throwing up a shielding spell she learned. A bright blue sheet, in the shape of an invisible dome explodes from the tip of her wand just as Snape shoots a spell. The curse is powerful, making her knees buckle. It was at that moment she realized that maybe she should’ve just walked away. Y/N was good at defensive charms — great — but not at offence charms and clearly, they were among Snape’s specialties.

As shoots another spell, Y/N focuses and puts all of her concentration into the shielding charm — so strong that it pushes Snape back roughly and an item from his pocket slips out, plummeting to the floor. In strong silver letters that made her skin raise with goosebumps, it read: The Dark Arts. The overpowering sensation of revulsion and outrage fuels her, beginning to shake.

“You’re a fucking freak,” she blurts.

It touched a nerve. “Watch it, you dirty little mudbl —”

Most people (and Y/N would include herself with them) like to think of themselves as rational beings; civil, thoughtful, just, benevolent, humane. However, when things ripped at the seams without a given warning, people — we — are no better than wild animals. Even if you don’t know it, there’s an animal inside all of us, waiting to pounce and protect.

Without a beat, filled with pure adrenaline, hate and shock, the protective spell fell and Y/N stormed up to him, drawing her entire arm back as her fist curled into a ball. In a flurry, she delivered a sharp blow as hard as she could in the nose.

There was a loud cracking sound that ricocheted through the corridor, simultaneously, thick blood gushed out of Snape’s nose like a waterfall. It sprayed all over their robes, the ground and covered her hand.

She winced in pain, flicking her wrist a few times, noting the skin splitting around her knuckles deeply. Her ears rang like a whirling fan, radio static, a hissing radiator as Snape stumbled back, a hand shooting up to stop the bleeding. His eyes were filled with tears.

“Call… me that again…” her breathing was ragging and voice shaky, “And we’ll see what else happens.” Before Snape could retaliate, Y/N spun around and dashed off to the Gryffindor common room.

Her footsteps echoed around as she felt her eyes sting with tears but made sure to squeeze her eyes shut. Out of all people, she wasn’t going to cry because of Snape.

She wasn’t a mu — a mudl — she wasn’t that. She was more than that word.

She needed to tell Lily.

Tears were replaced with anger. There wasn’t a single coherent thought that seemed to force its way out.

Before the Fat Lady had time to ask for the password, Y/N shouted it out, nearly ripping the portrait door off. The force resulted in a large — BANG! — then slammed shut and Y/N distantly heard the portrait yell.

She took a deep breath, bending over while a hand clutched her knee. Distracted, it caused her to miss the familiar boy sitting on the opposite side of the room who stood up.

Her fist began to ache once the shock slowly wore off. A quiet, dejected groan slipped out as she stared at her clothes. She must’ve looked insane.

The sound of the wooden floorboards creaked and Y/N peered up. There, dressed in all black clothing was Sirius, staring at her bewildered. His eyes scanned her entire body, noticing the rusty blood staining her white blouse and hand.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” She gritted out defensively. She wasn’t in the mood to be anywhere near Sirius, let alone hear another insult. Without the ability to think rationally, Y/N wondered if she’d had the restraint to not punch him if he said something idiotic.

Sirius’ brow raised, not expecting that response but didn’t bite back. “I — Merlin — what happened to you? Are you okay?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to shield herself and moved towards the stairs. “Like you care.”

“I don’t,” he counters quickly. But he sighed, gravitating towards her and lightly grasped her elbow. Y/N turns around harshly, ripping away from him.

“Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me!”

Sirius’ hands raised, signalling submission; similar to a prey to its predator. “I’m not going to hurt you and I’m certainly not going to let you bleed everywhere! Come, sit — I’ll patch you up.”

She eyed him warily, then closed her eyes. Y/N’s chest rose in irregular intervals, weighing out the pros and cons.

She’s heard that he’s gotten into fights and probably wasn’t lying about knowing how to patch up wounds.

He’s an asshole.

He didn’t like her.

She didn’t trust him

Why would he want to help her?

But the stinging sensation flooded in again. Y/N desperately sought to gauge for any underlying motive but Sirius was unreadable. If anything, his grey quartz eyes weren’t as hardened; more blue bleed in, looking brighter — her heart gave a little thump.

With a nod, Sirius gave a weak smile and led her to the couch closest to the fireplace for light. He told her to stay put, took his jacket, threw it on the couch opposite, then ran up to his dorm and grabbed a medical kit along with a bowl and cloth. Rushing back, Sirius set down his supplies and with a flick of his wand, the bowl was instantly filled with water, his hands sparkling clean.

Body angled to face her while sitting, Sirius gently took her hand and submerged the cloth in water, ringing it out, then diligently worked to clean off the blood.

Why didn’t he just use magic? He wouldn’t have to touch her then…

She burned more from his touch than the wounds themselves. When it came to James or Remus, there wasn’t anything that made her skin tingle or spike in sudden shyness when she touched them. But whenever Sirius was just near, she felt her heart speed up, palms start to sweat and brain go completely blank.

They sat in silence. Every now and then, Sirius would glance up. Only when he had a disinfectant, he flicked his hair out of his face, seeming to be in deep thought and spoke;

“What happened?”

Y/N remained quiet, a faraway look now settled in her eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she broke Snape’s nose. She’s seen what broken noses looked like — she grew up colouring nose and sinus anatomical charts in the O.R gallery while she waited for her mom to finish surgery. She was in deep, deep trouble if Snape were to rattle. Detention, house points, expulsion — a possible criminal assault charge.

Shit.

“Hey, Y/N.” He placed a hand on her knee, the cool metal of his rings seeped through her stockings. That caught her attention. That was the first time he’d ever said her first name. His voice was soft — the softest he’d ever spoken to her before. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me but I promise I won’t tell a soul. Not even Potter or Evans. It’ll be our little secret.”

She breathed, “I… um —” She stopped and Sirius gave an encouraging squeeze. “Snape, he… he called me a you-know-what and I…” The rest was self-explanatory.

Sirius’s body became stiff. There was a subtle change in his micro-expressions as his jaw tensed, sharpening his features even more. His eyes, which burned with a fiery rage contrasted greatly as he cradled her hand as if she were made out of glass. Sirius huffed, mumbling out ‘thank you for telling me’ and proceeding to clean the wounds. She winced as the cotton pad touched her knuckles, her free hand clutching onto his shirt.

“I know this part’s shit. I’m sorry, sorry…”

She bit down on her bottom lip to prevent pained noises from slipping out. Sirius applied a light magical cream that helps reduce scarring and wrapped gauze around her hand; holding it in place with a magical seal that made it into a light cast. He added a few magical seals along with waterproof charms.

“There.”

She marvelled at his work, he did an amazing job and whatever he did, her pain reduced drastically. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me…” His voice trailed off, a small smile appearing, “Anyone that hates Snviellus is… okay in my books. And what are co-parents for?” He tries to joke. At this, Y/N perks up, a sharp exhale of air forced its way from her lungs; emulating a half-light-hearted scoff.

But soon their smiles disappeared and something strange flashed in Sirius’ eyes. Suddenly, the air around them shifted, becoming tense and enclosed.

Sirius was oddly close to her — since when did they become that close?

Her heart pounded wildly in her ribcage and Y/N wondered if he could hear it over the crackling fire. He’s so close that she could feel his breath fanning her skin. She registered his thumb grazing over the bandage. The warm colour from the fire illuminated his face, different from his usual cool-toned skin. His face looked sharp, more refined than usual. He looked enchanting, so regal and otherworldly without trying to — like a painting.

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but he trails off, leaning closer. His hand trailed up, touching her arm lightly and moved to cup her cheek delicately. The entire time, his eyes trained on her for any glimmer of irritability or discomfort. His thumb began to stroke her skin and she lent into it. It’s large and warm and his touch feels so, so fucking good.

Sirius chooses his next words with caution. “Can I?” He murmurs but the question is clear — louder than any screaming match she had with him. His lips are millimetres away from hers.

In times like these, that Gryffindor bravery was nonexistent.

Y/N’s mind is vacant, internally freaking out but still manages to choke out, “Yes.”

Frozen in place, his eyes flicker from her eyes, then lips, and back to her eyes. He tilts her head back slightly using his hand before it travels to the back of her neck and leans in. But, there’s something in Sirius that hesitates.

The hesitation is too long because a voice could be heard from beyond the portrait and the sound of it swinging open causes them to break apart. She misses the contact already. Sirius stands hastily, wand swishing to clean up the mess around them in a daze. A beautiful blush settles on his face; a hand runs through his hair, rings catching the low light and widens the gap between them. He put his jacket back on.

Y/N’s brain hadn’t caught up yet. Too much happened too quickly. 

“Pads? Where have you’ve been? The moo —” the moment he sees her, his voice draws out, “— ooooony! Moony! He’s waiting for us. Whiskers! Ugh — h-hey!”

Peter fucking Pettigrew, in the flesh.

She makes sure to hide her hand and bloodied shirt from him. “Evening, Pete.”

Sirius coughs awkwardly and clears his throat, Peter doesn’t look suspicious. “Yeah, ugh — right. Sorry,” he takes a pause, eyes drifting momentarily to her and back to Peter, “Was busy with our Puffskein. Let’s go.”

“Night, L/N!” Peter acknowledges. He even sends finger guns.

Y/N is left stunned, watching Sirius leave. The door clicks and her body slackens.

In a haze, she padded into her dorm: quiet and dark, everyone fast asleep. She took a very cold shower, changed into her pyjamas, brushed her teeth and threw out her bloodied robes. Then, she pulls back the curtains around her bed. A floating candle burned brightly as Lily was there, writing in her journal.

“What took you so long?!” Lily chirped, sliding over to give her more room to slip in. Letting the drapes fall shut behind, she hummed in response.

“Puffskein. Oats.” She’ll talk to Lily about Snape another day — that is if Dumbledore doesn’t expel her.

Y/N rolled over to her side, facing away from Lily. The cool pillow did nothing to help chill her heated skin. It’s like she can feel the ghost of Sirius’ fingers graze her cheek still.

Lily babbled — something about Dorcas and Mary inviting them to skate one last time before the ice melted. But it all went in one ear and out the other.

God, she thought, mad at the realization. There was no point in denying it anymore; she’d been doing so for months and clearly, it was fruitless. I like Sirius Black. I really, really like Sirius Black.

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She didn’t get a wink of sleep. Her mind reeled the entire night, replacing the scenarios again and again, analyzing everything he said, his actions — that look on his face. All she thought about was Sirius: his eyes, his smile, his hair, his skin, his hands, his fucking lips — Argh! Sirius was the personification of Firewhiskey and all she wanted to do was drink more of him — and they hadn’t even kissed!

Sirius is arrogant, rude, cold, cat-called her — insulted her! A part of her felt disgusted — disgust how her heart raced wherever the mere thought of him appeared in her mind. Disgusted how her heart leaped whenever he was near. Out of all people, why him?!

She fucking hated Peter Pettigrew right now — or loved him, she wasn’t sure. Maybe he saved her from making a terrible mistake.

Okay, okay! First things first, she had to stop thinking about him! She forced herself to think about something else: Charms — Professor Flitwick — Peter’s grandma in her ‘purple knickers’ — Slughorn — Slughorn in his underwear — yes, that certainly stopped any more lewd thoughts. Her mind and body were at war.

“Rise n’shine, darlings!” Marlene sang in a high-pitched Victorian accent as she tripped the blinds back. Y/N peeked out from the small gap in her curtains, watching Marlene tiredly. Everyone groaned, Dorcas even threw a pillow at her. Y/N, unaffected, blinked and perched herself against the headboard, yawning. “Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!”

“Marls…” Dorcas groaned. She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the clock that hung above their large window, quickly collapsing into bed and dove under the covers. “It’s six in the morning…”

Marlene hopped over and ripped off Lily’s covers only to realize she was with her. She skipped her way over, ripping the drapes back and jumped into her bed. Toulouse hissed, jumping off before Marlene snuggled up to Lily, proding her cheek.

She gave Y/N a once over, “Morning sugar.”

She continued to poke Lily who forced her eyes open, trying to swat at her. Lily flipped over, moving over to Y/N. Marlene rolled her eyes, but a hurt pang flashed her face before she covered it up. Instead, she bellowed, taking hold of Lily’s shoulders and shook.

“EVANS! EVANS — YOU TOO L/N, WAKE UP NOW!”

“McKinnon! What do you want?!”

She gave a triumphant smirk. “Quidditch! It’s Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff today!”

Marlene was already decked out in her tracksuit, ready to go on a jog around the castle with the rest of the Gryffindor team. Once everyone woke up, they all gave her one of many pep talks and ushered her off.

The morning was slow for everyone but Y/N. Her thoughts drifted away from Sirius, only to think about the next worst thing possible; Snape.

Damn… she had to tell Lily, but how? ‘Hey, Petals! One of your friends — if not your best friend, called me, a Muggleborn — which if you forgot, you are too —the cruellest word there is! And he was caught with a book about The Dark Arts!’

She would tell her, but not today, or at least until after the Quidditch game.

As Y/N got ready for the day, everyone noticed the bandage around her hand (which she lied and made an excuse using Oats), then headed down for breakfast. The Gryffindor team was huddled around Marlene and James. Mary and Alice sat close, giving her a small wave.

Downing coffee after coffee, the caffeine strangely made her sleepier as she listened to James and Marlene’s agonizing rambles. Lazily flicking through sections of the Daily Prophet, she waited for a letter from her mother. None — again. Until a hand came out of nowhere, snatching the paper from her grasp, leaving Y/N to huff out.

She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. “Mornin’ Professor,” she mumbled, reaching over to grab it from him.

“You look like you’ve been shagging the whomping willow,” Remus jokes, shaking his head with a smile.

At this, Mary leans in and whispers into her ear, “Didn’t we suggest Remus —” “Or Black? Not a tree!” Marlene adds.

She ignored them but felt her stomach drop at the mention of Sirius. Remus wore his gold oversized glasses today. His curls were tousled, eyes slightly bloodshot and he seemed to be sluggish that morning. She scooted over making room as he took a seat next to her. She grinned back, “You look like shit too, Lupin.”

Remus’ smile turned brighter.

James floated two plates to them, filled with their favourite foods while Y/N poured Remus a mug of coffee, dumping an ungodly amount of sugar in, handing it to him. From all the times they brought coffee or tea for each other, whether that be for study groups, lounging in the common room or walking past the kitchens while heading to class, they knew how they liked their beverages by heart.

He flashed a tired smile, humming as he took a sip. Their dating rumours hadn’t calmed down yet, so when a couple of students passed by, looking between them enviously, they both side-eyed each other humorously.

“We’re such catches,” she whispered to him.

“Abso-bloody-lutely — hey!” He randomly cuts in, pointing to her bandaged hand, “We’re matching.”

He raised his hand, showing a couple of his fingers taped together before a long bandage was wrapped around his palm and travelled down his wrist, disappearing beyond his red sweater.

Y/N mused at it before grabbing a quill from Marlene who’d been sketching out the Quidditch pitch and dipped it into an inkpot, handing it to Remus.

His head tilted, “Hmm?”

“Sign mine and I’ll sign yours?”

His long calloused fingers took the quill from her, doodling on the white bandage gently. He drew Dumbledore with pom-poms, cheering for the upcoming Quidditch game, along with a smiley face, his initials and a couple magical creatures. Then passed the quill back, placing his bandage hand on the table and flicked open the Daily Prophet. A few splotches of ink splattered around as she drew The Beatles on broomsticks, all chasing a Golden Snitch. She also drew Remus as David Bowie’s cover as Aladdin Sane, using his scars to make the lightning bolt and quickly signed her name.

Lily and Peter had come in, taking a seat and Y/N had become hyper-aware of Sirius sitting down directly across from her. Both of them stiffened and she continued to avoid his gaze as she drew on Remus.

“We’re going to be fine, it’s only Hufflepuff.”

“Nope, Hufflepuffs know how to get shit done,” Peter says, his mouth stuffed with food. “Never underestimate them — what the fuck?!”

Everyone in the Great Hall collectively held a breath, looking up at the Slytherin table. Lily’s eyes almost bugged out in rage, her ears becoming red as she got up and walked over.

It was Snape, but it wasn’t his nose that caught people’s attention. No — his nose was fine — he must’ve gone to the hospital wing that night.

“What happened to him! Ahah!” Peter cried out, “He looks like my house elf!”

There, Snape stood completely bald with no eyebrows and wearing Gryffindor robes.

Y/N slapped a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to calm her shrieking laughter but couldn’t. She and Remus lent on each other, trying to not tip over the hall bench. Everyone whopped loudly, James even whistled.

But as everyone was occupied with the sight, the person who she expected to be howling in laughter that most definitely should’ve been was Sirius. He simply drank from his goblet, his eyes peered over to her with a knowing look and bowed his head ever so slightly and looked away.

Oh.

Ohhh.

She was left with more unanswered questions than ever.

[futurewriter2000]

Farewell Revenge - pt. 13

A/N: This was short but I needed to write it before I forgot about the idea again. I had the plot in my mind but I forgot it, so now I took the time to quickly write it down. 

XX

Karma exceeds in the work of the Devil. 

You felt rage, nothing less than that. You couldn’t feel anything else but rage. It was as if somebody was inside of you- somebody who wanted to be free. 

That part of you? The one that wanted to escape your body and just scream into the Univers was the same part that made you dig your nails into your cheeks and peel the surface of your skin. 

‘ You saw him smiling for the first time since your revenge. It made you feel happy that he was himself again. For the past month, he had been distant, his marks were failing... he was solely focused on Quidditch and letting out his rage on the field. People gave him plenty of stares, lurking eyes wherever he passed.

Nobody knew why because nobody, not James nor Sirius or you had told anybody what had happened. Everybody just assumed somethign did because all three of you were distant from each other. James the most. 

He was happy when you saw him. He was himself and you didn’t plan the next move where he and you bumped into each other and bounced back on your bottom. 

“I’m so sorry, James.” you appologised first as soon as you saw that it was him, who had ended on the other side of the floor. 

He let out a laugh, a lively one. “No sweat.” he got up and patted his robes. His eyes twinkled yet he couldn’t help himself but to feel something familiar.

You were a bit confused by his reaction and as much as you wanted to avoid any awkward confrontation, it just came out. “I’m sorry about what I did.” you said as he passed you by. 

He turned around with his eyebrows knitted together and let out a chuckle. “I told you, it’s no sweat. It was my fault as well.”

It was your time to feel confused. “No, it wasn’t.” you shook your head. “It was mine. I-”

“Look...” he narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward, eyes examining yours as if he was searching something in them. “...dreamy lil Ravenclaw.” he continued, placing his thumb and index finger under you chin and moving it left and right. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. You weren’t looking where you were going plus it’s a blind corner so not even the corner wasn’t looking where we were going. We collided, we fell, we got up, we lived.” he leaned back with a grin and shrugged. “End of story. Have a nice day then.” and he turned his heel to move forward.

Dreamy lil Ravenclaw?

“Hold just a second.” you rushed to him and jumped in front of him, analyzing his eyes that looked so careless to you. “James?” you asked.

“That is my name, yes.” he swung on his tip toes, back and forth. “And you areee?” he dragged the last word and you felt your body go hollow. 

“Stop joking, James. This isn’t funny.” you were serious. 

“Ravenclaws really did strike me as odd. I never know what they’re talking about.” he told himself. 

“You... you don’t know who I am?” 

“You do look familiar. I might have seen you around.” he shrugged, leaning back with his arms crossed across his chest. “Should I know you?” 

It all made so much sense. 

Tears gathered in your eyes and his filled with worry. If he knew what you did to him, he wouldn’t have made an eye contact with you. He’d burst and shout and insult you because he had a short temper but he wouldn’t look at you the way he is looking at you now; with the eyes of a stranger. 

You gasped unwillingly, placing your hand over your lips. “I have to go.” you rushed passed him, hearing him call after you, not your name but like a stranger, he shouted.

“Come back! I don’t even know your name!” 

You knew you hurt him. You did but you could have never believed, never even tought in the slightest of moment that he would obliviate you out of his existance. 

...

He didn’t. 

It was Sirius. Sirius Black.’ 

And you you dug your nails again because your heart burst out the darkness that it held inside. It wasn’t cold like a rock... it was soft and fragile because you had loved James and you had wonderful memories with James but he didn’t. He doesn’t even know your name. 

Your name!

Sirius took you away from his mind. He fixed everythign with a swish of his wand, pulling out the only memories James had of you... all of them. 

And that schorched as if you were burnt in hell by the Devil himself. 

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t see due to the amount of water your eyes provided. 

You felt like you were dying. 

“YOU PIECE OF WORTHLESS RUBBISH!!!!” you attached him, punching his chest, kicking his legs and ribs, sobbing in between. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!!???!!!”

He caught both of your arms, locking them together, which seemed to be easier than it ever was when it came to you. You had a strong fist, he felt it first hand. Now all you did was throw your fists onto his chest weakly. It didn’t hurt yet to see the bloody scars on your cheeks... that hurt more. 

As he caught your arms he turned you around and hugged you from behind, locking your arms down your body and tightning his grip around your shoulder. “CALM DOWN!” he ordered and at the sound of it, your legs gave up... so did your heart. 

You fell on the floor with him holding you. 

You were weak...again and he held you... again. 

You hated him but at the same time you loved him, which your broken heart couldn’t seem to admit, not then, not now. 

“Why would you obliviate me?” you cried, throwing your head into your palms. 

“What are you talking about?!” 

He let go of you gently as you leaned against the wall and looked at him with swollen, glistened eyes. “Why would you obliviate me from James’ memories like that? Why? So you could be selfish? So you can get your best friend back? I could have done that to Regulus too, you know!” you shoved him a bit but he didn’t budge. “I could have done that to James and erase everything the two of you ever made together-”

“(y/n).”

There it was again... the way he says it. It makes you feel all these things but causes you to cry when he does.

“I didn’t obliviate James’ memories. I don’t know the spell. It’s for Advance Charms. I don’t take Advance Charms.” he said smoothly and you looked at him through the stickiness of your eyes. 

“What?” 

“I didn’t erase you or me from James’ mind.” he repeated. “I heard about the spell but I never learned it.” he paused, leaning on the wall next to you and running his fingers through his hair. “I couldn’t do that to you.” he turned to look at your eyes, moment of his grey eyes locking with the sweet colour of yours. “You look beautiful when you cry...” he put his hand on your cheek and brushed a tear with his thumb. “... but it makes me sad when you do.”  his hand fell and he brought it back to himself. “I never wanted to hurt you with Regulus, (y/n). Even when you hurt me with James, I couldn’t hurt you back.” he looked away, staring at the distance.

“Why?”

He turned his head to you and smiled softly and sorrowly. “Because... I fell in love with you.” 

Eyes locked with his, you felt your heartbeat appear in your chest; the one you thought was gone forever. The way James killed you, Sirius brought you back. It was like an endless cicle. 

And you smiled. 

“You were in love with Regulus, right?” he asked out of the blue and you let out a scoff. “That was why you did what you did.” 

“The sad part is... even if I didn’t do what I did or if you haven’t done what you have, Regulus and I were never meant to be. We’re set on two different paths.”

“And James?”

You scoffed again. “James was so unexpected. I thought I won’t get attached to that cocky, arrogant arse but in the end I fell for him.”

“Then why’d you risk it all with me?” 

You turned your head to him, eyes never more serious until now. Your heart had to admit it. You had to admit it. “Because as much as I hated you, I loved you more than I did James.” 

Sirius felt his heart flutter and fall like an endless bouncing ball in his chest. He didn’t know whether to believe you or not. It was all he wanted to hear from you but the chance of hearing that- that you love him- was so impossible he let it go. He let everything in his life crumble because he believed that one day you would tell him that it was all a dream. You and him would be together, despite the twisted love the two of you had, James and him would be brothers again... 

He wanted to kiss you but before he could, you turned away.

“If it wasn’t you who did it, Sirius.” you looked at him, taking in a deep breath. “Who did?” 

[futurewriter2000]

Light Secrets - pt. 2

A/N: Okay, don’t hate me. My sister was giving a great motivational song. Omg this is so good. I hope you like it. This gave me so much of Scott and Alisson feels.

XX

You hoped that date wouldn’t turn out to be something more. You hoped that it wouldn’t be the first step into a relationship but deep down, you craved it. You craved to be with him more than you ever did before and after that date, the two of you were closer than ever. 

He was a realy gentleman, kind, charming, gentle... That was why you agreed on a second date, third and all the others that came after. 

You and the forbidden fruit were now a couple. 

Two months into the relationship and both still in love more than ever. He was such a great boyfriend. He wasn’t afraid to show others that the two of you were a thing. He walked you to class, he sat next to you every chance he could, he introduced you to his friends, always offered to help you with your studies only to be near you, kept giving you his sweaters because he loved seeing you in them and always, ALWAYS kissing you at every opportunity. 

Remus Lupin was in love with you and so were you in love with him. It was perfect. The two of you were perfect, in sync and harmonic. 

Until the day of the full moon came. 

You were walking through the corridor with Remus, hand in hand and both smiling to what he was saying, always charming and cheerful words, when you saw your parents talking to McGonagall at the end of the hallway. 

Before you could do anything about it, your parents noticed you and the boy you held your hand with tight. Your father tensed up and walked to the two of you meanwhile your mother stayed behind. 

“(y/n).” he nodded at you, than sternly looking at Remus beside you. 

“D-dad. What are you doing here?” you spoke nervously, to which your father caught on pretty soon.

“Surprised?” he quirked a corner of his mouth.

“Y-yeah!”  you kept stuttering but your father completely ignored that, looking directly at the boy next to you. 

“You must be her boyfriend then?” he scanned Remus from head to toe. 

Remus quickly let go of your hand and offered it to your father. “Remus Lupin, sir.” he said meanwhile your father shook his hand firmly. 

“Middle name?” your father asked. 

“John.” Remus replied casually and with a smile. 

“After your father?”

“Grandfather.”

“Mother’s?” 

“Dad!” you warned him but was ignored.

“Yes actually.” 

“So she must be-”

“Dad!” you shot him a glare which your father caught and stopped interigating.

Your father smiled gently and let go of Remus’ hand, putting his hand on Remus’ shoulder and squeezing it. “Quite a grip there, Remus John Lupin. Quidditch?”

You knew where this was leading, that’s why you interfered. “Yes, he does!” you shouted, your father looking at you as well as Remus. 

“It was nice meeting you, Remus John.” he said, letting go of his shoulder. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to my daughter alone.” 

“Yes, of course. Nice meeting you too, sir.” Remus replied while you walked along with your father. 

You didn’t even start asking questions when he started answering on them. “We heard a rumor there was a werewolf inside this school. It is why we decided to hunt him. Mostly because our daughter goes to the same wizarding school-”

“Dad-”

“Little did we know that she was dating one!” he whispered loudly.

“Remus is not-”

“Do not try to deny it,(Y/N)(Y/L/N)!” he pointed his index finger at you.”You know better than this!” 

“Yes I do! I know that not all werewolves are werewolves because they want to be! And he is not like the others. He isn’t!”

“You are so naive, daughter!” He continued to shout. “When he is out there, in his wolf form, you think if he saw you he would offer you his hand to hold?!- No! He wouldn’t! He would tear you into pieces-”

“NO HE WOULDN’T!” you snapped at him.

“WHY?! Because he loves you?!?!” he snapped back. “Let me tell you something!” he took you by the shoulder and brought you up close. “He’s a monster and like any monster, hunger comes first. Love doesn’t play any part.”

“So what are you planning to do?! Kill him?!” tears started to gather in your eyes and you pushed his hand off your shoulder. “Because if you do than you can forget having a daughter!” you continued to shout, feeling the veins in your body clench and the blood in them heat up. 

“No.” your father said suprisingly and you kept looking at him.

“No?” you repeated after him. 

“I see this boy means a lot to you so first I’ll see if you’re right. If he’s like anything you say he is than I’ll let him be. “ he continued to speak. 

“You’re what?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him. 

“Isn’t that what you want me to do?” 

“YES!” you blurted out smiling. “YES! OF COURSE! You’ll see he isn’t like the others!” you shouted, hugged him and ran to class . 

---

You spent your whole day with Remus, acting as if nothing has ever happened but continued to give him hints how to win your father over. He caught up pretty quickly and continued to reassure you that parents love him. Of course, that was true but your father wasn’t an ordinary one, neither was your mother. 

It was late at night when you felt something in your stomach. You thought you were hungry but when you sneaked into the kitchen you realiyed you weren’t hungry at all. So you grabbed a couple of cookies and went back to your room. 

You couldn’t shake off the feeling in your stomach, kept rethinking was there an essay you had to write? Or homework you hadn’t finished? Maybe you forgot if there was an exam but it was Friday-

Your thoughts got cought up as your eyes saw a flower on the ground. Not just any flower, no. A wolfsbane. You picked it up and observed it for a moment. In a second you knew. 

He never planned on giving Remus a chance to prove himself good. He was planning on throwing you off the trail so he can have noone trying to stop him. 

So you ran. You ran as fast as your feet could take you. Into the woods, jumping over the roots, tripping over some and picking yourself up again. You stopped, tracked for any leads until facing a big black dog.

He growled at you, positioning himself in attack formation. 

“James I know it’s you. Stop wasting my time.” you said and the dog shut up. 

He turned quickly into a human form and as soon as you realiyed he was naked, you turned around. “Not James but how did you know?!” he asked.

“Sirius?!” you exclaimed, still turning him your back. “I was sure the black dog was James. Guess he’s the deer, then?” 

“A stag.” he corrected you. “And how would you even know about-”

“It doesn’t matter! Where’s Remus?” you cut him off before you could explain yourself and as you heard him hold his breath you quickly continued. “I know what he is Sirius, now if you want him to still be alive tomorrow you’ll ask questions later and help me find him?” 

You heard him conteplate but sooner or later, he turned back into his Animagnus form and led you to Remus. 

Your heart stopped as you saw him. It stopped when you thought that you were too late, seeing your father with an arrowbow and your mother with her wand. Before they could engage, you threw yourself in front of Remus. 

“STOP!” you shouted, Sirius jumping in front of you and growling. 

“Step away, (y/n)!” your father shouted. 

“You said you’d give him a chance to prove himself!” you continued to shout.

“I made that mistake once and I am not repeating it ever again.” he said walking closer to the beast tied up to the tree behind you. 

“You do this and you’ll never see me again. NEVER!” you shouted with tears in your eyes. Your mother behind you lowered her wand as she heard you say that, looking at you with worried eyes. “Mom! You can’t do this!” 

“He’s not who you think he is.” she said, shaking her head at you. 

“I know exactly who he is! And the monster you see in front of you is nothing like the other ones!”

“Step. out. of. the. way.” your father approached you meanwhile Sirius in front of you growled. “Do it, (y/m/n).” he told your mom. 

She looked at you appologetically. “I’m sorry.” she raised her wand, pointing at Remus. “Revelio!” 

Sirius jumped at your father meanwhile Remus started changing back into his own human form, screaming in agony as his bones cracked and twisted. 

Your father called your mother’s name and she shot at Sirius with a stunning spell, Remus was half conscious, confused and looking around when you approached him. 

James came out running from the woods with his wand out and disarming your mother, fighting both her and your father. 

As you became clearer in Remus vision, untying him from the tree, he finally spoke. “(y/N)?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “What-”

“I’m so sorry.” you told him, running back to him as he collapsed on his knees. You put your hand on his cheek and with tears falling down your cheeks, you smiled. “I love you, Remus John Lupin.” and as you tried to help him on his feet, you were pulled away from him. Pulled far away from him. 

Your father was holding you back with his muscular arms,  your arms locked in his hold and your feet under his knees.  “He’s not the one. Trust me. We’re doing this for you.”

“NO!” you screamed. “REMUS RUN! RUN!”

Your mother was now close to Remus, the tip of her wand at his throat as he kept looking up at him. “My daughter is a hunter at heart and an Auror by blood. You won’t prevent her from her destiny.” she waved her wand, casting the killing curse but before she could finish, Sirius disarmed her. You took that chance to knock your father with your head and got free of your his grip, running to Remus with tears falling in all directions. Your vision was completely blurred, your heart clenching, your stomach knotting and your knees barely holding you up but you could see him because he was the one you loved. And those you love, you protect, no matter how scared you are.

You saw your mother pull out her extra wand she always carried, stunning Sirius once again before turning to Remus and casting the killing curse, muffling your father’s shouts, and finishing it. 

Only this time, you were in Remus’ arms when she did.... 

[futurewriter2000]

Euphoria - pt. 5

A/N: This one is a bit more darker and confusing in a way, I guess but I think I want it that way to make the story work and the way I want it to be. So I don’t know if you guys will like it or not. Leave a comment or a feedback just in case cuz I can be very doubtful towards myself but I have big plan for the next few parts. Make it angsty and fiery and emotional.

XX

It wasn’t easy on any of three of you. James hated Remus for what he did to him. Loathe- to be exact but somehow after the full moon, he still found himself protecting Remus and through time, it was easier to forgive him. 

Of course, the relationship between them changed. James still had a hard time trusting Remus but months past and they were closer than ever. 

You, however, were alone. 

James and you had the same friends and after the whole Remus fiasco, they avoided you- all of them. Somehow, you turned out to be the bad guy and soon, you started to feel like it. 

James didn’t bother to greet you, Remus didn’t even look at you, Sirius glared most of the time, your roomates kept excluding you from everything and other students kept bullying you. 

You felt horrible. It was as if you had hit a rock bottom but through it all, you still felt like you were sinking lower. The nights you cried yourself to sleep, the days you felt lonely as ever... but all of that turned into such fury. 

You were furious at Remus and James. 

Remus just disappeared. After everything you did for him- leaving James so they could still be friends. You could have easily be with James and Remus would now be in your shoes. But there he was, doing nothing. Leaving you behind like a piece of garbage. 

James wasn’t anything different. He kept telling you how he loved you yet now he was talking awful things about you. 

“Well, well, well...” a sudden malicious voice came into your hearing. You shot your head up to see a Slytherin with snow white hair and dark green eyes, preying on you. “I found ourselves a doe, Avery.” he leaned back with his eyes directed onto you. 

You tensed up in your seat, hearing a pair of footsteps approaching you. 

You froze when Avery came into your sight. He scanned you from head to toe before plastering an identical grin on his face as the Slytherin next to him.”Why so lonely, Bambi?” 

“Why so quiet?” said Mulciber as he continued to walk towards you, standing next to you and placing his finger under your chin. “You scared of us?” 

Your heart was pounding. You were terrfifed of them both and with your tongue completely tied, that was the exact impression you gave them. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Avery continued to smile, glancing up at Mulciber a few times before sitting in front of you, placing his head on top of his arms. “Or did you leave it somewhere with that half-blood?”

“Or was it Potter that has it?” Mulciber continued.

“Or did you do it with the blood traitor as well?” Avery laughed meanwhile your eyebrows started to draw themselves together and you were now glaring at the Slytherin in front. 

“I don’t think that is any of your bussiness, now.” you snarked at him and they both spread a smile. 

Mulciber’s arms moved around your shoulders and hugged your body meanwhile his head laid on your right shoulder. “Everything that happens in this school is our bussiness- even if it is as unimportant as your sex life.” his nose dug into your neck and he dragged your body scent up his nostrils. “Smells wonderful, mate.” he told the other one meanwhile your whole body kept sitting there like stone. 

“Please, leave me alone.” you felt your voice tremble, unwanted tears gathering in your eyes. 

“Leave you alone?” Mulciber kept whispering in your ear meanwhile Avery kept watching. “Why would I do that when I can have a pretty little doe like you in my arms.” he continued to whisper. 

Your arm grabbed your wand firmly and as you were trying to pull it out and blast him away, you were back at where you were. Frozen but not because of your body chemistry- no. It was different. You were in a binding spell. 

“Nice try but should have done that before you let me come this close.” he now kissed the side of your neck and as much as you wanted to scream, you couldn’t. They have gotten you on their strings and you were helpless. Your heart was pounding with such force you thought it was going to break in your chest. Your stomach was twisting, your throat kept forming a big knot inside, your whole body crying out for help. 

You felt helpless, small. 

His hands travelled down your collarbone and kept playing with the necklace James gave you for your birthday two years ago. 

“You’re mine now.” he whispered with another kiss and all of a sudden the library went dark and you went numb.

---

Your mind was empy. Dark. Not a single thought romaed your mind. 

Your feet were carrying you like lightning up the stairs to the bathroom. You closed the doors and locked them, cast a charm and opened the water. You just stepped in the bathtub dressed and started tearing the pieces from your body. 

You sobbed, screamed, tore- you were breaking. 

Instead of washing off the dirt you felt on your skin, you dug your nails into it pulled down your body until there were blue and red dots all over it. When you were completely naked in a bath filled with water, you sat there and stared at the abyss. 

You could feel his lips. You could feel his hands, his breath, hear his voice and his chuckles and all those thoughts made you run to the toilet and throw up. 

You wiped the liquid from your lips  and sat on the cold floor. 

So that’s how rock bottom really feels? - you thought as your eyes forced themselves on the ceiling and you felt yourself smile. 

You walked out the bathroom, made your way to your bed and what felt like a second, it was already light. 

Your legs didn’t move, neither did your whole body. Your roomates were getting ready for breakfast but you weren’t going there. 

No. Not the Great Hall where you could see them. Where you could see him. 

Just the thought of seeing his eyes, his hands, his everything made you afraid. 

No. Not today. Not ever again. 

[futurewriter2000]

Thieves - pt. 3

A/N: So I wrote this on my phone because my comouter is broken. Until then I have my undepending phone with me... Hehe... But dont worry. Tomorrow my sister is working so that means I can steal her comluter for a while. Yas. Note to self: Never drink coffee next to your computer.

XX

A book was placed in front of you. Below it caused a thud and above it spread dust. Firstly, you observed it. Despite the sound it emitted and the weight you logically concluded in your head, you hoped for a nice, thin book. You laid your head on the table just to see how that hope would disappear.

You could say you were mortified.

"500 PAGES!" you shouted at your roomate as you lifted the book in front of her. "YOU THINK I HAVE TIME FOR 500 PAGES!"

"It's 494 pages plus 3 pages of foreword."

You stared at your roomate and with a blink of an eye you repeated what you said. "500 BLOODY PAGES!" you lifted the book under her nose and she laughed.

"It's not that lot once you start it."

"Marilla..." you put your hand on her shoulder. "You know I love myself a good book but 500 pages of boring, useless details that can dig me a grave isn't my type of genre." you continued to look at her with empathic eyes but she only rolled hers and walked away, leaving you and the 500-page book standing alone.

"What is your genre, little Bee?" an arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "War books? Spy books? Stolen books?" he winked. "Books about everything?Oooor..." he was now standing in front of you, close and steady. His hand went up to your loose strand of hair and tucked it behind your lovely ear. "A book about a handsome British man." he proudly puffed out his chest and grinned.

You wrinkled your nose and took a step back. "All is nice until a book about an obsessive stalker comes at me." you clashed with his shoulder and walked away.

When you entered the class, you believed it would be over but for him but it never was. He sat on the chair in front of you and sat opposite of how he should. His arms were laid on the back of the chair, his eyes wondering on yours. "I would hardly call myself a stalker, let alone obsessive stalker but if I am being frank with you- can I be?"

"Oh, please. Dont hold it inside just for me." you rolled your eyes.

"I would much rather be an obsessive stalker of that fine young woman who owned this book in the past. Merlin, the way she looked." he bit his fist and let out a pleasing groan.

"You talk about my sister?" your mood dropped and so did your tone.

"Yes. She was fun and gorgeous and sexy and talkative and trusting and- and just wow." he swooned and twirled on his chair meanwhile just that caused something ugly to form in your stomach.

Jealousy?- Of course it was jealousy. How can it not be that? - Even if she was long out of Hogwarts, three years to be exact, students and professors continued to swoon over her like the Gryffindor in front of you. You never liked Sirius, in any sort of way that would make you want to date him or even hold hands with him because to you, he was just someone with good genes and ignorant personality. Yet, when a handsome boy talks to you, the last thing you would want to hear is how your sister is much much better than you. In beauty and intellect.

But in a way.... That's how you always felt.

You looked down on the parchment that was laid in front of you and let your mind wander.

Sirius waited for your snarky comment or any kind of teasing remark but nothing came. His eyes glanced up at yours and he knew- he just knew you were sad. Plain sad. Has he offended you? Even if he planned to, he didn't mean to cause you that much hurt. Just some teasing as both of you were used to.

Your fingers tugged on the edge of the paper and you bit your lip subconsciously. "Yeah." you replied with a shallow voice. You took a deep breath and smiled. "Yeah she is." and with that you packed up your school supplies and sat at the other corner of the room, far away from the reminder.

He looked at you confused. He couldn't know what he could hit so close to the middle that made you walk away.

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The class was close to the end and the teacher decided to give the results of your exam taken last week. You weren't surprised to get a good grade but at the same time, you were sad.

What had happened to you? All your life you have been rebelling towards your sister, trying to get out of her shoes, trying to run away from all the pressure your parents put you through because of her. You've been doing nothing but complain about her. Of how she treats you, of how different she is with you then with others.

And this grade? This great mark you got from the help of your sister... It only made you feel like a hypocrite.

So as you were packed back in your dorm with nothing but a pack of books in front of you and another, only one book, your sister's book, beside them, you decided to make a decision.

You grabbed that one book and without any look in the mirror you went to the Gryffindor tower.

You knew the password. Your cousin is a Gryffindor, your whole family was. He was the same age as you and another acute reminder of how you stand out from the family.

You walked up to the boys dormitory and searched it whole until you found a certain name written on it. You raised your fist to knock and with all the bravery you could manage, you did.

A boy, a mixture of black and hazel, opened those doors and smiled at you. "Hey there, (y/n)."

"Hey, James." you smiled and felt yourself grow nervous. He always did have that affect on you.

"It's good to see you. What can I do for you?" he leaned on the door frame and curved his lips into a smile.

Merlin if you had a penny for each time he made you melt inside.

"Uh, well... I'm looking for Sirius."

"I thought you would sooner or later." he chuckled and opened the door wider. "Come in."

You nodded with a smile and entered the room. Four heads, eight eyes were now all on you.

"You know Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew." he pointed at each and you smiled at both of them. "And our lovely malodramtic Sirius Black."

"How can I forget the culprit?" you narrowed your eyes jokingly at him and shook your head. He only rolled his eyes in return.

"I thought that was water under the bridge."

"Not yet." you simpered and took a few steps forward. He stood up frkm the bed and started making his wat to you. The two of you met in the middle, only a few feet apart. You tugged your sleeves under the book your were holding and yet again, bit your lower lip subconsciously.

He looked down at the hidden book, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's this?" he then pointed.

"A book." you finally showed it bare and with no sleeves covering it.

"Thank you for that observation." he rolled his eyes and showed his birght teeth in a smile. "I mean why are you giving it to me? Are you giving it to me?"

"Yes." you said fast and pushed it at his chest. "Take it."

"It's not mine to take." he lifted his arm above his shoulders.

"It was a week ago." you continued to push it at his chest.

"Can we not do this here?" he said and nodded at the door, gently supporting the book with his hand.

You sighed. "I don't want it, Sirius and I bet you want it more as me." you spoke clearly with a sharp tone. The book was now at his hands and with a wave to the other boys, you left the room.

'I don't need her book. I don't. I can make it without her. I can make it better without her.' your thoughts ran through your mind over and over again. You don't want to feel so small everytime your perfect older sister is there or even slightly mentioned. It was so... so wrong for you.

"(y/n)!" someone shouted and you turned around to see the same boy running towards you.

"I told you, Sirius. I don't want the bloody book!"

"Can we stop about the book for a second?!" he stopped in front as he always did but this time his hands were firmly placed on your shoulders. "What's wrong?"

And at this point you wanted to collapse in those gentle arms and tell him you were far from okay. But he was a stranger and you don't trust strangers.

"Nothing."

"Nothing is always something, (y/n)." he simpered and you smiled as well.

"So he does know my name." you tried to avert the attention to another subject than your emotions.

"Took me a while." he smiled and offered you an arm. "Want to walk."

"Uhm-well-"

"Oh, you're walking with me alright." he took your hand in his and pulled you with him.

"This is abduction." you tried to get your hand out of his but he only took your arm and interlaced his fingers with you.

You blushed at the action. You hated your hands for some odd reason. They were never much for ring wearing or fancy handwriting but with his hands, they just fit so perfectly and the feeling was ever so warming.

"Is it?" he glanced at you with that infamous smirk of his.

"Yes." you tried to hide your blush yet the smile was illuminating just that.

"Then why are you walking with me?" he continued to smile so lovely at you. He noticed the two burnt cheeks just as the castle lights shone on them and that made him satisfied for pressuring you into a walk.

"Because...."

"Because?" he kept doing the same gesture. They way his eyes leaned on you and his smile caused a feeling abrupt in your heart. You stared up to those light eyes that transformed so dark at when the light was at its worse. So many thought ran through your head that all you ever wanted was to make sure they were somehow true... But then again... He said it himself he'd prefer your sister over you. Not in so many words but he said it.

You pulled your hand from his grasp and tugged it under your crossed arms. He looked confused for a moment, sobered up from the spell your touch caused him. Why would you do that? He loved holding your hand, it was... Nice- in his own words.

His hand now felt cold and alone, so he put it in his pocket. "I have to appologise to you about this morning." he swayed on his feet lightly. "Whatever insulting I said, I didn't mean to hurt you and I definetly didn't mean to make you want to give your sister's book to me."

You looked up at him, again with those doe eyes that made him feel.... Nice. A gentle laugh left your lips and you began to walk in front of him, walking backwards. "So you appologise for something you said but not for something you stole?" you quirked an eyebrow and he snorted at the irony.

"Stole? I have no clue what you mean."

You backed away to his side and walked his pace. "You didn't say anything insulting to me this morning. I just... Drifted at the mention of my sister.." you said intentionally.

"Your sister?" he asked, unsure if he heard you correctly.

"When it comes to her I just become so... On edge." you shrugged, avoiding his eye contact.

And for that moment of silence Sirius could feel himself see a different person in front of him. Not this overly-confident small Hufflepuff who kneed him in the crotch and stole his leather jacket but this- well, he couldn't find the right words to describe that person at the moment.

"I don't understand. I remember her coming to your classes just to check up on you and yell at this Slytherin for bullying you..."

"Yeah, I like that sister too but you know most of the time all I hear were her ugly remarks about me and how I am doing everything wrong over and over again. To see just how much my mom prefers her over me, how she spoils her, loves her, praises her... It's like this cage I can't get out of. She's different towards me than she is with anybody else, Sirius. " you now stopped in front of him and looked up." But you like her, the whole world likes her and she is this perfect beautiful witch, contrast to me. "you looked down on your sweatpants and hoodie. Just now you remembered your hair wasn't all tidy and bewitching as well.

"What are you talking about? You're just as cute as her."

"Cute, Sirius. Not beautiful." you let it leave your lungs carelessly.

"You were beautiful on that Hogsmeade trip." he took your hands and stepped closer. "The jeans, the yellow bold top, the oversized sexy leather jacket." he was now close as you smiled.

He was almost leaning on your chest, his warm breath touching your skin and his hands gently put on your waist. It was almost euphoric.

But it just couldn't get out if your head. "I'm not her, Sirius." you stepped away.

Sirius felt his breath fade away. He didn't know why he held it in at the first place. It was surely not because of the moment that happened between the two of you just now was "nice" but something else- something he didn't want tovend the way it did.

He watched you leave with your grey hoodie, your sweatpants and two-coloured socks standing out in the night of all of it. Few more seconds and those bright-sock feet disappeared around the corner.

[futurewriter2000]

Ophelia - pt.6

XX

It’s been easier since the bonfire. Somehow, talking to Sirius, being with Sirius was a reminder that you weren’t as alone as you thought you were. When you cut all ties with James, you thought you cut all ties with the other Marauders as well but there was still Peter, who needed your help with essays and homework, Remus, who loved talking about different subjects after class with you, and Sirius who was just there to make you forget about the boy who hurt you.

And you healed. Healed faster than you thought. There was a chance the healing was fast because you and James never crossed any lines. Never kissed or went further than that. And maybe that was for the better because you could heal from the wounds his words left.

But that didn’t make you forgive him. The fury, acrimony for him...it was still there but not as much as it was a few days ago.

For James, it was a bit different. He didn’t like the hurtful pain he caused you that day. He didn’t like the arrows he shot at you when he said those words to his girlfriend but you and James were kinds when he told you those things. When he promised you the future... but there’s the thing. It was a promise and promises aren’t meant to be broken.

All the contemplation in his mind didn’t even make him think of what his friends were doing. He knew you were helping Peter with most of his work. He loved how patient you were with him because there was no chance James could ever teach Peter without losing his temper. He saw you sometimes with Remus as well, laughing and smiling. Both of you loved to talk about the same subject that expanded your perspective. It was nice seeing you smile when he was the one causing it to disappear. That’s why he always tried to avoid you. He couldn’t face you after what he said... and after you tore the necklace of your neck. The necklace he gave you that same night after promising you the future...it wasn’t only the necklace that was torn. But the necklace could be fixed and he? James? He couldn’t fix himself.

He knew you and Sirius have been hanging out as well. He knew that the two of you were always in teasing and joking terms. Sirius loved to challenge you with his nickname calling and you kept being quite an aggressive git towards him.

But he thought that was it. He thought that was the only thing between you and Sirius. It wasn’t anymore when he entered the common room, you and Sirius closer than ever.

“EEWW!” you pushed Sirius away as you laughed. “You just had to eat onions for dinner.”

“What’s wrong with onions?” he breathed the whole question into you while crawling closer and closer.

You laid on your back while Sirius was crawling on top of you. Your legs tried to push him away but all the laughing and the stomach cramps were taking all the strength in you. “You’re a pig, Sirius Black.” you continued to laugh while his hand reached in his pocket and pulled out a small pink package.

“That’s why I carry these.” he sat up, moving away from you and opening the package of bubblegum.

“I think even bubblegums can’t help a lost case as your breath.” you sat up as well and he put two mouthfuls of bubblegum.

He laughed and threw the bubblegum on the table beside the sofa. “Lost cause?” he grabbed the fancy pillow from behind your head and lift it above your head. “Want to repeat that Betty Boop?”

“Is that a threat, Bimbo?” you narrowed your eyes at him and put your arms as a shield.

“Oh...you know your Betty Boop comics.” he said surprised. “But do you dare to-”

“Lost. C.A.U.S.E.” you spelled out and his grin only spread wider.

“Oh, you asked for it.” and he threw the pillow away and started to tickle your hips.

“NO!” you laughed, trying to push his hands away from your hips but was too weak due to tickling. You twisted on the sofa and laughed so much your stomach hurt. “Please, Sirius! Stop!” you continued to laugh. “I can’t breathe!”

“I warned you.” he laughed but you finally caught his arms and held them away.

“I thought you’re going to use a pillow.” you panted and with all strength, you could provide, you pushed yourself against him and leaned backwards, making both of you fall on the floor.

“Arghh.” he groaned as he hit the hard floor but that was the great opportunity for revenge, so you took it.

“You bastard.” you started tickling and he started to let out long bark-like laughs. “You tickling me?” you continued and he twisted on the floor, trying to push your hands away from hips.

“I’m sorry! Don’t! Stop!” he laughed but couldn’t do anything due to the pain in his stomach. “I’ll stop calling you Betty! I swear!” his words made you stop tickling him and he quickly took a hold of your wrists. “You thought, Betty Boop.” he smiled mischievously.

“Bloody hell.” you rolled your eyes. “Should have seen this one coming.” you tried to remove your hands from his grip.

“Tickling is the worst.” he smiled and you laughed and stood up, pulling him up with you.

“Yeah. Tell me about it.” you laughed and both threw yourself on the sofa. “Imagine tickling a Deatheater. I think those are the biggest softies when it comes to tickling.” you moved closer to Sirius and he wrapped his arm around you.

“Yeah. Let’s just try and tickle them.” Sirius laughed. “You don’t know, maybe they-”

“So, my two best friends.” James cut Sirius off and stepped in front of the two of you, frowning. “So this is what happens when I tell you everything?” James glared at Sirius.

Sirius immediately removed his hand from you and stood up. “Mate, it’s not what you think. We are just hanging out.”

“I trusted you, Padfoot.” James continued to glare at Sirius but before Sirius could say anything, you spoke first.

“So? So what if I am talking to Sirius? Why would you bother? You already have a future bride picked out.” you stood up as well and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You know I didn’t want it to come that way.” James faced you now.

“You even used the same words. It was like you wrote it down somewhere.”

“I was angry with you!”

“You were angry with me!! Why!”

“Because! Because- because...”

“Because of what?!”

“Because you didn’t love me like I loved you! And that pissed me off!”

“I DID YOU BLOODY FUCKER! I DID LOVE YOU BACK! You just didn’t give me the time to think about it, to figure it out, to sleep on your words! I didn’t want to promise you something that I wasn’t sure of! “

“You-”

“But you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t wait for me and so you just went and replaced me instead.”

“Wait, no.” he walked towards you, this time, his eyes were soft and his expression completely serious. “I was sure-”

“Yeah... you were sure when you dropped a bombshell on me and expected me to say my words without processing yours first. But here’s the thing, James.” you took a step forward, looking him dead in the eyes. “You screwed up.” you pointed your finger at his chest. “You screwed up and you can’t fix this.” you knocked his shoulder harshly and grabbed your sweater from the sofa.

“(Y/n)!” James ran after you and took a hold of your hand. “Please. Don’t leave.” his eyes turned into a sea and he kept holding you, knowing you must be feeling the same right feeling he did. “I didn’t mean to.”

“And here’s the thing, James. Some words can’t be taken back. And broken promises can’t be fixed.” and you were gone.

[futurewriter2000]

Perfection

~ Pt. 1 ~ 

A/N: So I know how it is with these requests and idk if I should make a part 2 or not but tell be in the feedback. I am also thinking of taking a nap bc well...school tires me.

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader

REQUEST: hey,I want to make a request for a story, a bit inspired by Titanic. Slytherin reader x Sirius Black. She is a perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect girlfriend, finally a perfect life. She one day runs through Hogtraws to the astronomy tower and tries to commit suicide and is prevented by Sirius Black. She will then thank him for not telling the truth to the teachers and thus they begin to know each other. In the end it is something to be controlled "a gold cage is still a cage".

xx

If perfection could ever be described as another word, it wouldn’t be sublimity, exquisiteness, magnificence or excellence. It would simply be you.

Starting at the beginning, you come from a pureblood line of wizards and witches. The last descendant of the Merlin himself and to everybody’s surprise, your eyes shone the same as his when you used magic. Mother and father were proud to call you their daughter, couldn’t help themselves to talk about you and your success whenever they got the opportunity.

Professors swooned over your brilliance, determination, and self-confidence. They were proud to boast if you chose their subject to take to the N.e.w.t level. Never much of a talker in the class but always answering correctly whenever the question was asked.

Friends were everywhere for you. They were in other houses, they didn’t mind you were sorted into Slytherin. You were kind and nice, not afraid to help others. Your boyfriend, however, he was in Hufflepuff and he was loving as well. Both of you were the couple everybody wanted to be. Few fights, here and there but never too big to break it off. Sometimes you wondered, is it really this easy to be in a relationship?

But there came a time you got the dorm to yourself, finally alone, and you clawed the edge of the bed and you cried. Your chest was in so much pain you kept gripping your uniform and somehow trying to numb it. Tears streamed down your face and you barely let the air fill your lungs. If it was the cold winter air or the warm breeze of April, the air was suffocating you and crying didn’t help.

You didn’t know why you felt like that. You didn’t know what brought you here but you were so buried in everything that it just kept being too much.

And how you got here? - On the top of the Astronomy tower, looking up at the night sky while the little spots on it kept shining down you.

‘It would be so easy being a star.’ you closed your eyes and let the cold air brush your heated cheeks.

You didn’t feel the edge below your feet but you knew that a step forward there would be nothing more but the feeling of flying and you would become a star. Free and looking down on Earth.

So with a small smile that stretched on your face, you let the last tear slip away before taking that final step to becoming the tiny little spot in the sky.

It wasn’t even a quarter of a second when you felt the sensation of flying. You opened your eyes and tried to see that your brain wasn’t deceiving you. You opened your eyes and looked to where you felt someone holding you. Holding you so tightly around your wrist that his wand flew on the ground before he could think of a spell.

“ Hold on!” he gritted his teeth and tried to pull you up.

“ No!” you shouted and he shot his eyes to you.

“ What do you mean no!? You’ll fall!” he shouted, taking his other hand to grip on yours and trying to pull you up.

“ Let go of me!” you shouted before the tight feeling in your chest reappeared and you felt the tears stream down your cheeks once again. “ Let go of me! Let go of me! Let- le-” you started to sob. “ -go of me.” you barely let out a breath but you were now back on the cobbled floor in the arms of a stranger.

“ Shh.” he shushed quietly, holding onto you tightly and pressing your head closer at his chest. “ It’s rough and it’s hard but you have to know it’s not the end.” he whispered quietly into your ear. “ At least not for you.”

And it passed about two hours when you finally calmed down, breathing in the familiar smell between a  pear lemon and a Seville orange- Bergamot. A citrus fruit grown somewhere in South of Italy. It had a calming sense of smell, something you remember from your trip to Italy when you were nine or ten years old. It kept your mind going to the same place, The trees of apples, Italian men fighting over the meaningless thing with their fascinating accents.

How wonderful would it be if you visited that place one more time?

The boy who held you breathed slowly and you felt his heartbeat calming you down even more. He didn’t have to save you or hold you in his arms for more than two hours in complete silence but he did and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“ I’m sorry.” you mumbled quietly, slowly sitting up yet still determined to avoid his eyes.

How could you face him after this? The shame and the embarrassment of being saved from yourself.

“ You shouldn’t be sorry.” he replied back, sitting up as well. “ You should be happy but you’re not that either, are you?” he continued and you kept your eyes on the ground. He sighed and lifted your chin, because for you to see his eyes, their color resembling something of a cornflower blue,  made you listen to him more carefully. “ Nobody can escape the dark bits inside of us. The more you push it down the more it spreads and the less you show it to the world, the less it has the chance to get out. “ he moved even closer to you, his hands on your cheeks and wiping those tears that continued to wet your cheeks. “ Satisfying others, listening to them... it’s never good for your benefit. It’s for theirs and when things go south don’t try and find the easy way out. Get up and tell them all to fuck off.” he waved his hand and you let out a chuckle.

You placed your hand on top of his and brushed your lips against his palm, smiling. “ Thank you.”