#ch: moony

[jamesunderwater]

No but like the self hatred Remus must have still felt at the age of 38 to be convinced his wife and child were cursed by his very existence is absolutely gut-wrenching

[incensus-nix]

[starkillersunseeker]

The Cadance of Part-time Poets

spoilers for chapter 46

No because this is exactly what I mean when I say wolfstar are soulmates. The way Remus gets distracted by Sirius not listening to his girlfriend unable to look away.

The way he’s desperate to hear hear Sirius play, pleading and the way Sirius feels it- going to play.

And Remus noticing that he’s in pain. Only Remus notices.

Remus almost inaudibly gasping but Sirius hearing it.

They’re simultaniously so in sync with each other while being so increadibly dense miscommunicative.

And I love them.

This was so beautifully written

[entitled-fangirl]

Feeling unwell.

James Potter x reader

Summary: the reader finds herself with a fever, and the boys help her feel better

A/N: this is such a little blurb but it was stuck in my head and I had to share it.

Masterlist

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James creaked open his eyes, breaking the line of sleep that sealed them shut. He immediately moved to stretch but paused when he remembered the girl in his arms.

James' parents had been kind enough to let not only his girlfriend stay over the holiday, but Sirius as well. Peter and Remus made sure to visit once or twice throughout the month.

But James' girl was tucked against him, still fast asleep.

He reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of her face. 

His voice was soft and kind, "C'mon, love. It's time to wake."

Her body shifted barely before her eyes opened. They were glazed over still from sleep, and her face held an uneasy look to it. 

It was then that James really realized how warm the two had gotten.

"Merlin," he groaned as he put a hand on her forehead. "You're burning up, lovely."

She let out a small whine, too ill to say anything. 

He laughed lightly and pushed himself up on an elbow to really study her, "Feeling unwell?"

The girl groaned and stretched out, but immediately curled back up at the cold air of the bedroom.

James sat up completely now, "You stay. I'll get you something, alright?"

Like she was even able to argue. 

She still tried to, though. "N..I… 'M fine."

He laughed at her attempt. "Stay, love. I'll be back."

About that time, Sirius knocked on the door, "Is everyone dressed in there?"

James rolled his eyes. "Yes, Pads. Merlin."

Sirius threw the door open, "Morning, love birds. The sun is shining, the birds are ch-" he paused. "You sick, hun?"

The girl sat up on shaky arms and nodded, rubbing at her sleepy eyes. 

"Got herself a fever." James informs him. "Pretty nasty."

Sirius huffed, "And here I thought we would go out today."

"N..you still can… I… I'll stay here." She tried to reason.

"Hell no," Sirius immediately says. "We're not going without you."

"But Remus is.. he's on his way today… and I don't want him… to.."

"No, love." James said. "Remus won't mind. I promise."

"He'd rather stay in and read anyway, honestly." Sirius chirped in. 

She sighed and ran a hand through her unruly hair, "Promise?"

The two nodded. "Promise," James said.

Her boyfriend patted Sirius on the back and left to go get her some water.

Sirius watched him leave and then turned back to her, "You've got him whipped, you know?"

"W…whipped?"

"Merlin's beard, yes. Absolutely. Never seen him care for anyone this much."

She hummed, "I could say that about Remus to you."

Sirius blushed, "what?"

"C'mon, Pads. He likes you so much."

Sirius smiles, "I'm gonna blame this all on your fever."

"No, I swear!" She tries to reason.

He laughs and shakes his head, "We'll talk more about it when you feel better."

James returned with a small tray of muggle medicine, a glass of water, a wet cloth, and a bit of food for her to try. "I have all the remedies."

She falls back on the bed, "Thank Merlin."

James immediately puts the wet cloth to her head and she flinches at the coolness. After a while, she relaxes as she feels her temperature go down.

James and Sirius make conversation, James sitting next to her and Sirius sitting at the edge of the bed. 

"When's Moony coming along?" James asked.

"I think he said at 1. Can't remember." Sirius shrugs.

She tugs at James' sleeve.

He bends down, their faces inches from each other. She turns her head away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Don't want you to get sick, Jamie."

He scoffs, "It's too late for that, lovely."

A very gentle kiss is left on her lips.

…

Remus was indeed on time. Actually, he was 3 minutes early, which to him was late.

"JAMES!" He yelled from the fireplace.

"Shhhh…" Sirius immediately shushed him as he rounded the corner.

"W… What's going on?" Remus asked worriedly. 

"Just," Sirius sighed. "Come see for yourself."

He grabbed the lycanthrope by the hand and pulled him to James' bedroom, ignoring the blush that spread across his cheeks.

Remus peaked his head into the room, his eyes finding James and his girlfriend fast asleep and cuddling, a mess of limps.

He smiled fondly and turned to Sirius who was also in the doorway. The proximity made him jump, then feel slightly flushed. "How long have they been asleep?" He whispered.

Sirius shrugged, "'bout an hour, I think."

Remus nodded, "I suppose it wouldn't be a shame if it was just the two of us spending time together."

Sirius felt like he couldn't even form words.

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[icedbeverageenjoyer]

Hellos everyone!!!

I finally published my Daycare Attendant x Reader fic so I decided to draw a little something for it!!! It's Mafia/Cafe AU so it will have some violence in it, but don't worry, it will be relatively tame!

It only has Sun for now but don't you worry, Moonie will come out in ch. 3!

You can find it here on my AO3!! Hope you guys like it!!!

[calmlyerratic]

The Marauders show Harry their two-way mirrors

Spoiler alert for ch 16 of Encounters of the Future Sort

"Is that—?" James asked. "It can't be...can it?"

"It's weathered quite a bit, missing the case..." Sirius analyzed.

Harry turned the mirror over. There on the reverse side was a scribbled note from Sirius.

This is a two-way mirror. I’ve got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you’ll appear in my mirror and I’ll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.

When Harry looked up, Sirius and James were both holding identical silver, square compact cases. James flipped his open to reveal a newer, shinier version of the exact mirror Harry held in his hand.

"Who has the other one?" Sirius asked eagerly.

"Well, er—you do." Harry said, throwing caution to the wind. "You're my godfather."

Sirius absolutely beamed. "Of course I am—can't have just any old codger on the job!"

"How old would we be now, anyway?" Pettigrew wondered. "It's 1996, so..."

"Arithmancy really isn't your strong suit, Wormy." James laughed.

Pettigrew flushed. "It's a lot to take in..."

"We'd all be thirty-six," Lupin offered. "However, I don't think it's wise..."

"To what?" Sirius asked innocently.

Lupin glared at him.

"Oh come on, Moony." Sirius said mischievously. "I say we take a vote."

"Er—I think I've missed something?" Harry said.

Harry glanced around the room at the four Marauders, three of which appeared to be on the same page.

"To use the mirror, of course!"

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@wolfstarmicrofic november 12 - marshmallows - 1132words

lesbian wolfstar vs camping shenanigans, good dad lyall (he's trying, guys) & soulwarming fluff

Warm, slender arms wrap around Sirius from behind where she’s chopping vegetables alongside Hope at the camping table and she lets her head fall back against Remus’ shoulder with a happy sigh.

Remus hums, nuzzling at the curls behind Sirius’ ear—she’s had to put half of the wild hair up into a bun, the damp forest air does crazy things to her curl pattern, “Looks good, babe.”

Considering the fact that Sirius’ experience with knives comes solely from the 7 years of Potions lessons and the couple of times she was allowed to help Remus cook over the past few months Sirius thinks her potato cubes are decently consistent in their size. 

“Thank you,” she nods in agreement and snickers when Remus presses a loud kiss against her cheek.

She ducks past them and Lyall where he’s starting the fire a few paces over.

Remus squats down and at the entrance of their tent—a 2 person tent, which they were reluctantly allowed to share after some grumbling from Lyall and a mediating, barely laughter concealing Hope—leaning through the half opened zipper and rummages loudly, presumably getting something from one of their bags.

She throws a look over her shoulder and Sirius raises an eyebrow in question, grinning.

Remus then makes a show of pulling whatever it is she’s getting out fast and hiding it behind her back as she zips their tent back up and saunters over, the something crinkling loudly.

Sirius rolls her eyes fondly and dutifully sets her knife down to allow Remus her full attention in her mischief making.

The tall girl stops right in front of Sirius, biting down on her lip to conceal her wide smile and rolling up and down on the balls of her feet excitedly, her thin rain coat swishing back and forth.

Sirius grabs her waist to keep her still and playfully digs her fingers in a bit harder, “Sometime today perhaps, Moony mine?”

Her hair is frizzy, her eyes bright and in the midst of the woods their colors are even more indiscernible, blurring beautifully with the wood and greenery. She’s the most breathtaking person in the universe.

Remus gives a quick peck to the tip of her nose, like she can’t help herself and then procures a cone shaped plastic package from behind her back, filled with—

Sirius moans and Remus giggles, knocking their foreheads together.

"Marshmallows! Oh, I love you, Remus Lupin,” Sirius groans blissfully and then gets right onto peppering Remus’ face with a thousand little kisses.

The freckled cheeks under Sirius’ pale fingers are flushed and warm to the touch when she pulls back to stare at Remus in awe.

Remus’ eyes flit down away from Sirius’ insistent gaze, a bit flustered and Sirius could kiss her again, and she busies herself with opening the bag, “I told you I wouldn’t forget. I also packed the stuff you need for smores—Do you remember when I told you? With the crackers and the ch–”

“Yes, the chocolate! Oh, Merlin, you are truly a gift to planet earth, Moons.”

Remus kisses her for it and then pops a soft pink one into her mouth, munching away and looking bashfully at Sirius again from under her lashes. They’re brown but golden blonde at the tips. Sirius is a very normal amount obsessed with them.

She shakes her head in wonder, intertwining her fingers at the small of Remus’ back, and then opens her mouth at Remus with an expectant Aaah sound.

Remus raises her eyebrows at her, makes a, “Nuh-uh,” and guides her jaw back up.

“What?” Sirius asks, dismayed, face falling into a frown, “Why not?”

“Because we haven’t—Oh, don’t you give me those puppy eyes, no—because we haven’t even started dinner yet!”

“Why are you allowed to then, huh, Misses Moons?”

“Because I,” Remus responds pointedly, leaning so close Sirius’ eyes cross a bit, “know how to stop after one.”

Sirius huffs, trying to extract herself from Remus’ grasp, but also not really, “Absolutely preposterous. An absurdity. Utter rubbish– and might I argue that mmghf—”

Remus presses their lips together with fervor, slightly squishing Sirius’ cheeks, not allowing for any counter arguments.

And when Remus takes that last half-step to close the distance between then entirely, tilting Sirius’ head back with the motion Sirius forgets that there even were any to begin with.

Especially when Remus swipes the tip of her tongue softly along the seam of Sirius’ lips, making her sigh happily.

What Sirius also forgets unfortunately, is the presence of both of Remus’ parents, which manifests itself back into reality with the pointed clearing of Lyall’s throat.

Their kiss breaks with an embarrassingly wet smack and Sirius’ head whips around to her hopefully future in-laws just in time to see Hope swatting Lyall’s arm where he’s staring deadpan at where they’re still eloped into each other.

Heat shoots into Sirius’ cheeks in an instant and Remus, the cunt, does nothing to help. Quite the opposite with the way her hands keep a tight grip around Sirius’ neck and waist.

“Why don’t Remus and I look for some firewood and you two lovely ladies can get back to cooking?” Lyall says to no one in particular.

Hope makes an affronted noise and swats her husband in the chest again, which he rubs with a confused frown. She narrows her eyes at him, “You keep up that attitude and you can sleep under the stars tonight, Lupin.” 

“I–” Lyall looks a bit wide eyed and Remus muffles a snicker into the side of Sirius’ neck, “Hope, love, I’m—”

“Actually,” Hope goes on, “You can start by finishing Sirius’ and my veggies now that the fire is going.” Then turns back to Remus and Sirius, “You two take a walk and bring back some firewood, Remus knows where to look. Don’t forget your raincoat, Sirius, sweetie. Dinner won’t be longer than half an hour. Now off you go!”

Only then Remus steps away from Sirius and goes to pull her mother into a quick hug, pecking her on the cheek in thanks. She gives Lyall a quick squeeze as well, which sets him back into motion and makes his way over to the produce, muttering under his breath.

Sirius joins Remus then where she’s reached a hand out into her direction, grinning widely.

Their hands slot together easily and Remus ducks close when she mumbles cheekily, “He’ll get used to it.”

Sirius leans her head onto Remus’ shoulder as their steps fall in sync, snakes her arm closer around her torso and chuckles, “Not like you’re giving him any opportunity not to.”

Remus snickers, “Exposure therapy.”

Sirius snorts and Remus raises their joined hands up to her mouth to nip at her index before giving it a soft kiss.

[spindrifters]

excerpt - ch. 44

It’s half four in the morning when the screaming starts.

Remus is all but dead to the world, a soft bed and duvet wrapped tight, sunk into a deeper sleep than he could have possibly imagined a year ago. Doesn’t matter. He’s awake in a matter of seconds. Old instincts kicking in — that, or just having lived long enough at Sirius’s side to know the way this goes.

A hand over his mouth — and Remus wouldn’t have done that, either, a few months ago, but he understands now that this is what Sirius needs. He rolls over to cover his thrashing body with his own, heart tearing even as he keeps a tight grip, the pressure of the hold as he pulls him in tight. Sirius hasn’t had a nightmare in months — not since Phoenix, not since them. Maybe it was naive to think it, but Remus finds now that he’d more or less assumed they’d waned off with Black Manor and its inhabitants firmly behind them. Apparently he was wrong.

“S’alright,” he hushes him gently, nosing behind his ear even as his hand stays firmly pressed over Sirius’s mouth. They can afford to be a bit louder, here — even without a muffling charm, he knows Mum and Sarah in the next room over wouldn’t much mind. But Sirius is a physical person, with tactile needs. This works better. “C’mon, Pads,” he says, a kiss behind his ear, “wake up. It’s only a nightmare. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

A shudder passes through him, Sirius’s shouts waning into a whimper even in the depths of his dream, and Remus’s heart wants to break.

Fucking hell, when will those people finally leave them alone?

Remus holds him through it, one hand splayed over the erratic beating of Sirius’s heart, until the small cries and panicked mutterings subside and those long, dark lashes flutter open, eyes glazed over and unseeing. He moves his other hand from his mouth, presses a kiss to his temple.

“Moony?” Sirius whispers into the dark, and Remus hates how small he sounds. Sirius is vibrant laughter and untameable rage. There’s nothing small about him.

“I’ve got you,” he says, smooths a hand along a temple each, pushing back sweaty strands of black hair to look into his eyes.

“My mother — ”

“Isn’t here.” There’s a ferocity cutting into the calm there, one Remus hadn’t intended for but fuck it. Sirius — wide eyes and too-fast heartbeat — needs to know. “She isn’t fucking here, Sirius,” he says again, breathing in the thick air between them. “And even if she was, she couldn’t have you. They can’t have you. Know why?”

He breathes, wills his own heart to calm.

“Because she’d have to get through me first.”

The last of the sleep falls from Sirius’s grey eyes, wide fear sharpening to narrow points as the words sink in, and oh. There he is. Some sort of deep anger behind their gaze, and it’s not for Remus. It’s something else, something he barely has time to register before Sirius is surging forward, and it’s the two of them, then, kissing in the dark night. Lips and teeth seeking each other out, and Remus’s hand tightens at the sharp just of his hip, a reminder that yes. We’re still here. We are.

Autumn’s snapped with the turn into October, and for all it’s cold outside it’s cozy here under the patchwork quilt and piled duvets, warmth turning to sweat as they fumble for each other beneath their joggers. Remus buries his promises into Sirius’s mouth, because it’s the truth. Anyone who wants to take Sirius from him — they’ll have to fight him first. Soon, though, the words are mixing, fading into Sirius’s own mutterings of Never again where he sucks at the skin beneath his jaw, ruts beneath him in the dark — Never, never again, I swear it — and Remus doesn’t know what he’s talking about, only he knows the way the promise fills him. The rolling of Sirius’s hips beneath his own, like the layers still between them might not be there at all, an affirmation in every thrust. The heightening in his chest when Sirius’s hands smooth down inside joggers to the swell of his arse, elegant fingers running along fresh silver scars as he grips Remus tighter against himself, that shiver of being alive, and it doesn’t terrify him anymore, this wanting. Not like it used to. This opening of himself, of letting Sirius inside. Because it doesn’t feel like falling anymore.

It feels like being held.

It feels like holding someone in return, knowing what terrible things you’d do before you let each other go.

Sirius smashes a kiss to his forehead, after, breathing hard in the night. A softer kiss, after that, just on the bridge of his nose, and Remus quirks a curious brow.

“It was the library,” he says finally, pulling the heavy quilt back over them both to chase away the cold, and Remus goes still. “My dream. It was about the night we left.”

“Oh.”

Never again.

There doesn’t seem to be much more to say than that. They haven’t really talked about what happened, not since that day on the beach when they finally sorted themselves out. Hasn’t been much reason to, really, and Remus has found a certain sort of freedom in finally focusing on the future for once, rather than dwelling on the past. But the past always has other plans, and it’s never content to leave them alone.

Only then Sirius is rolling onto his side, that ferocious glint returned again behind grey eyes.

“They can’t have you, either, you know,” he says then, and a warm hand snakes its way up under his shirt, fingernails digging in, just lightly, down over where he knows his brand lies.

His breath catches. He hates that fucking thing. He hates it, more than for what it means, more than for how it looks, more than he ever did. He hates how trapped he feels, how it’s the one thing keeping him still bound, a tracker signal sunk into his chest. But it’s the way Sirius is looking at him now, that ever-expanding mass of contradictions held in one face. Fear and love and that terrible Black rage, the one that might send anyone else running fast in the other direction, cold and sharp and honed to a cruel point as it is.

For Remus’s part, he only feels held.

“No one’s ever going to hurt you again,” Sirius says, the promise harsh and sincere and given to the dark night, and Remus can’t help but believe him. “I’ll kill anyone who even thinks it.”

[brandileigh2003]

Ch 21 crimson rivers wolfstar have my heart.

And this song (get you the moon by kina) is so perfect for them

Other ones I love

Just that sirius is getting to know remus and his personality that he won't resist

[fanficsimp7]

Whipped/Protective Sirius (Wolfstar)

These are a few fics where Sirius is either whipped or he’s protective/jealous or he’s just doing things 😏 to Remus.

Summary: Sirius Black was mad. Really, really mad. What happens when Sirius finds out his Moony has a fan club of boys? (By: Aly208)

Summary: Remus likes to be watched by Sirius. Is he playing with fire when he decides to tease him? (By: M3535)

Summary: “You’re wearing my clothes,” Sirius says stupidly. Remus looks down at himself, tugging at the hem of the shirt before looking back at Sirius. “Sorry. I should’ve asked. Should I take them off?” (By: pixelated (prettyremus))

Summary: Sirius decides to have a little fun with Remus during his favorite class. (By: jenesaispas21)

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

Bumblebees & Starlight Ch.4 Quote

Mama looked over at her with a big smile and pointed to Uncle Moon’s tummy and then signed ‘baby’. 

Baby? Like her baby doll that she and Mama played with? Maybe Uncle Moony ate a baby doll?! Her eyes widened. Did he eat her baby doll?! 

To the two animatronics’ complete surprise, Fiona burst into hysterical tears out of nowhere. 

[fxreflyes]

very belatedly using the last line tag from @kaaaaaaarf for the Christmas ch (ch 6) I wrote last night for my crack fic Moony’s 13 Moons based on @lynxindisguise’s were-animals (ch 5 & 6 are pure xmas fluff if you want that (u don’t have to read the others to understand them)🎄

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Remus leaned to kiss him, reaching down to where Sirius was on the bike seat, lifting and cradling his cold cheeks in his scarred hands.

“Merry Christmas, Sirius.”

Sirius smiled into his lips, “Merry Christmas, Moons.”

Tagging: @cosmmicdancer and @sugarsnappeases and anyone else who might like to do this <3

[sarahfeliciam]

The Ultimatum Ch 33

Chapter 33

“May I speak to you for a moment?” 

She turned from where she’d been chatting with some acquaintances (to Remus’ surprise, about this being the best defense professor they’d ever had), and nodded.

“Certainly, Professor.” 

She bid the other students farewell and as everyone filed out, he took in a deep breath. 

As he looked down on her, it took every ounce of resolve he had not to spill his heart out just there, in the middle of the classroom amidst other students leaving.

Her sweet newborn face washed over his memories; her precious tiny fingers. The joy he had when he learned she was not afflicted. 

How could he have created something so perfect? 

She had eyes like her mother’s, hair flecked with shades of his own, and was much shorter than he’d ever imagined she’d be compared to him. Her smile was kind and her laugh infectious. There was rarely a moment Emeline wasn’t giggling or involved in some sort of activity. 

He was surprised at her focus during class because of it, truth be told.

He was also surprised she couldn’t tell who he was. He, for one, could feel her enter a room even before he saw her. He always knew. 

“You wanted to speak to me?” She ventured, pulling him from his thoughts. 

Her bright eyes shone up at him and he smiled.

“Ah, yes. Just - well, excellent work today.”

“With my … introduction, Professor?” She seemed confused. It was their first defense class with him and he’d just gone over the subject material they’ll be studying for the year and asked them to go around the room introducing themselves.

“Well, yes. Thank you for volunteering.”

“Oh, no matter!” She grinned. “I just love to talk; I could find something to talk about with almost any one-“

As she slid off into a tangent, he listened to her voice without truly hearing what she was saying. 

He kept his smile even and she felt his warm gaze before looking up, somewhat embarrassed.

“See what I mean? Lots of people find it annoying. Anyway, I’ll see you at the feast, Professor Lupin.”

She turned to leave with a nervous smile. 

He wanted to tell her she wasn’t annoying. He wanted to tell her she was simply beautiful just like her mother. 

He wanted to tell her she was his daughter. 

Instead, he nodded.

•

“Sirius, what’s wrong?” She asked frantically, pulling another blanket from where it hung in front of the heater. 

Sirius threw his hands up before running them shakily through his hair. “How many times do I need to tell you I do not know! I’ve never seen him respond this way!”

She glanced back at Remus sadly, pulling the covers up higher and kneeling beside the bed.

“Dad, I can call Madam Pomfrey, I’m sure she’ll come.”

He shook his head frantically, grimacing in pain. 

“Sirius!” She tried again, grabbing his attention. 

“Moony, please. Had you ever felt this way prior to school? While I was away? Ever?”

Remus shook his head again, his breathing labored. 

“Em, I’m fine.” He pressed out through clenched teeth. 

“No. No you’re not fine! You’re freezing.” Her anxiety was building in intensity as she stared at his pallor.

“I had a break, pup. I just need to get used to it,” he took a shaky breath. “Again.”

“This is bloody ridiculous, I can help.” She stood and pulled at his sleeve in desperation. “Let me take it.”

“No!”

“Dad!”

“Y-your control is strengthening. I’m proud of you, Em. I needed to know that you can keep a level head.”

Her eyes grew with realization.

“You did this on purpose!”

“What!” Sirius yelled. “How could he have poss-“

Emeline was not listening. 

He watched her, shocked, as she tore open the cupboard and grabbed out a vial of Wolfsbane - completely full. 

She held it in front of Remus and the heartbreak he felt from her only made him feel worse.

“How could you be this reckless?” She asked in disbelief. “Sirius, get another blanket.” She shot back at him as he stood with his mouth slightly open. 

He left the room to grab another and Emeline set the vial on the beside table before sitting next to her father.

“I told you I was fine.”

“You’re suffering unnecessarily. I should’ve known when you told me not to stay around last night.”

“Nothing chocolate can’t fix.” He smiled weakly.

“I’ll get you some.” She rested the back of her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“Everything’s on fire. That’s always the way without a barrier like Wolfsbane. I’ll be alright, Emeline.”

“I’m still in control if I choose to help. I can take some of this away.” She pleaded.

Remus held up a hand and she quieted. 

“Control, Em. Control your emotions.” He squeezed her hand and pulled it close to kiss the back. “I know you’re more than capable.”

•

Sirius and Emeline spent most of the day bustling in and out of the bedroom, checking on Remus periodically which he insisted was unnecessary. 

Naturally ignoring him, they had a whole slew of chocolate, blankets, salves and supper coming in and out. 

The only other thing on Emeline’s mind was talking to George; she wanted to see him and make things right desperately, but he was the only Weasley that didn’t show up that day and she couldn’t bring herself to ask any of them. 

Molly offered her an extra hug that afternoon and a brief kiss on her head, which she took as positive. 

Still, she wanted George to know how sorry she was. 

After all, he was right.

As she drug herself up the stairs for the hundredth time that day, she yawned and Tonks bumped into her.

“I’m so sorry, Emeline! Again, never watching where I’m going. Your dad awake?”

“You’re fine, Tonks. And yes. No.” She struggled. “Yes, he is, but he’s not really in the visitor mood if I had to guess. He barely wants to see me but I’ve been pestering all day nonetheless.” She held up the new pile of blankets in example. 

Tonks’ hair was an ash tone, somewhere between brown and grey today. 

She smiled in understanding.

“I get it. Just let him know I hope, well we all hope he’s on the mend soon.”

“Will do.” She nodded and headed the rest of the way. 

Emeline pushed the door open and Remus looked up from a novel he’d started earlier in the day when he was able to pull himself to a sitting position. 

He was about halfway through already.

“Just ran interference on your love interest.” Emeline joked, setting the blankets at the bottom of the bed. 

His curiosity immediately piqued.

Remus closed the book and cocked an eyebrow at her. 

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

She scoffed at how serious he was.

“You’re serious? Tonks can hardly pick her jaw up off the floor when you’re around.”

Remus laughed louder than Emeline had ever heard before and she grinned at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Darling, she’s a kind person. She’s like that to everyone.”

“No,” she said slowly. “I haven’t quite seen her gawk over Mad Eye like that.”

Remus rolled his eyes and she took his cold blanket before stretching a new one over him and checking his head out of the habit of the day. 

He swatted her hand away, still smiling.

“I doubt she gawks.”

“Swoons.”

“Doubt that, too.”

“Puppy dog eyes.” She bat her lashes in fake adoration and Remus shoved her shoulder jokingly.

“You really think this?” 

Emeline smiled sadly at the amazement in his voice.

“Ofcourse, dad. Why wouldn’t she?” 

“Oh, well, I don’t know.” He pondered playfully before holding up three fingers, putting down one at a time with each following comment. “Jobless, old, werewolf. What a catch.”

Emeline laughed loudly and threw him a new pillow. He hardly needed a fifth fluffed pillow, but knew better than to argue with her as he shoved it behind him with a grimace. 

“Don’t talk ridiculous.” She replied lovingly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re hardly old. A little haggard sometimes, maybe.” She joked. “But we can fix that.”

He smiled and shook his head, opening his book again.

“I’m content with my life; You and I. And our mangy mutt.”

“I heard that!” Sirius yelled from the hall.

“I know, dad. But you deserve to be happy.” She whispered, ignoring Sirius and unsure why she was suddenly so emotional.

“Emeline, I am happy. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Right now.”

“Whatever you say.” 

He studied her face, as she picked at her nails.

“You’re doing it again, pup.” 

“Huh?” She asked, oblivious to his attention on her.

“Your nails.”

“Oh.” She kept her head down, quietly and he sighed.

“You’ve gotten good at closing me out. You’ll need to use your words this time.” He continued gently. 

“I’m just thinking of mum.”

This immediately awarded Remus clarity. “I see. Is this where your affinity for Tonks is coming from?” 

“I suppose it could be. You don’t like her at all?”

He shook his head slowly and his whisper was barely audible. “I never said that; I’m not one to ever get my hopes up, is all. Don’t be disappointed if it’s a coincidence, alright?”

She nodded and stood. “I’m pretty tired. Do you need anything else?”

“You’ve done plenty. Get some rest, Em. You’ve got one more week to sleep in.” 

She forced him a smile and kissed his cheek while he tried to hide his flinch from the fresh scar there.

“Goodnight, dad.”

•

Emeline was asleep nearly as soon as she hit her pillow that night. Physically and mentally exhausted, she simply couldn’t stand anymore. Rest was welcoming and necessary; she desperately wanted to turn off her mind. 

As she drifted off, her dreams welcomed her with open arms.

“Goodmorning, sweetheart!” Her mother beamed up at her from the dining room table. 

She felt confusion even in her dreams; this wasn’t Grimmauld Place, yet she was much older than when her mother passed. 

She held a mug of tea to her lips and Emeline realized then, looking at the starry mug, that they were at her father’s cottage.

Her dad turned from the stove with an old cast iron in hand, moving bacon and toast to her mother’s plate and she stood rooted to her spot.

“Emma, aren’t you going to eat?” Her mother smiled at her, questioning. 

“Perhaps she prefers lunch waking up at this hour.” Remus laughed as Florence leaned up to kiss him.

“Cheeky.” She grinned, looking back at her daughter. “Come on, dear. It’ll be cold.” 

Remus took a seat next to her mother and Emeline stumbled forward into her chair before waking with a gasp.

•

When Remus awoke the next morning and opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Emeline on the floor with a makeshift bed and a smile across her face as she slept. 

He couldn’t help but wonder what she was dreaming of. 

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thank u sm for the tag @messrsage i adore u MWAH

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“Moony, Wormy!” James screams, and Regulus has to actually force his brain to change it to Potter. “You there?” “Oh joy. Another one,” Evan mutters under his breath. Lupin looks exasperatedly fond. Regulus despises the fact that he understands the feeling a little too well. “We’re over here, James. And lower your voice, will you?” “Why? This isn’t an actual library, you know,” he exclaims, running towards them with a stupid grin on his face. All that cheerfulness, however, disappears a second later. “Wait, shit, is your head bothering you? Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says in a loud whisper.  “No, but it’s about to start if you keep it up,” Lupin tells him, going for stern even though his smile gives him away.  “Alright, I get it, I’ll keep quiet. I’ll keep so quiet you won’t even notice I'm—” Potter’s sentence dies as soon as he reaches them, his gaze immediately falling upon Regulus. His eyes widen while an exhale escapes his parted lips, and then he’s grinning again, the gesture a lot softer this time. “Hi, Regulus.”

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Encounters of the Future Sort

Flashback from Ch 14

wc: 620 | rating: t | cw: full moon aftermath

(a sweet wolfstar moment, no context needed — read the whole fic here on ao3 :)

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March 4th, 1976

The Shrieking Shack

"Moony?"

Sirius' voice was soft and out of place amidst this absolute horror of a cage—a sentiment much too kind for its broken floorboards and peeling wallpaper.

Remus opened his eyes. He remembered dragging himself to the bed in the corner, eternally grateful for the cushioning charm on the dingy, old mattress.

The sun was peeking through a dark curtain, light spilling into the far end of the room where Sirius stood in the doorway. He looked worried.

"What—" Remus winced as he sat up, far too quickly. He scrunched his eyes shut from the pain that shot up his left arm. "What happened?"

Sirius billowed a white sheet that Madam Pomfrey had left neatly folded on a chair, the scent of fresh, clean cotton filling the dusty air. He softly draped it around Remus' shoulders, then swiftly and gently took his hand.

"I think your wrist is displaced." Sirius murmured, asessing the damage. "Episkey should work, unless you want to wait for Madam Pomfrey?"

She would just insist he spend the night in the hospital wing. Remus would much rather spare her the fuss.

"No...go ahead."

"Okay," Sirius gingerly moved to sit beside him on the bed, breathing in. "Ready?"

Remus nodded, closing his eyes.

Sirius flicked his wand and Remus gasped as the bones fell back into place, feeling sharp pain followed by instant relief.

"Beautiful," Sirius murmured, gently rotating his mended wrist.

Sirius was beautiful, Remus thought, exhausted from the night and comforted by the care and attention. He silently admired a little pale scar above Sirius' eyebrow and the ridge of his upper lip.

"What happened?" Remus asked tiredly.

Sirius slowly bent each of Remus' fingers, checking his work.

"We pissed off a hippogriff."

"Oh," Remus breathed out. "Prongs and Wormtail—?"

"Prongs hurt his ankle...Wormtail helped him up to the castle."

Remus swallowed. "Did I—?"

"It wasn't your fault." Sirius squeezed Remus' hand, yawning. "Apparently hippogriffs and stags don't get on...much too thickheaded."

Remus cracked a smile, despite himself. "Thought I was the scariest thing in those woods..."

"Well," Sirius knit his eyebrows. "It was more like a herd of hippogriffs."

"What d'you mean?" Remus asked slowly.

"I just thought it might be fun to take a different route back from the forest—"

Remus leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Don't tell me it was the paddock near Hagrid's hut."

"All right, I won't—"

Remus' heart jumpstarted.

"Sirius! What if he'd been outside! What if I'd caught his scent! What if I had—"

"But you didn't." Sirius said quietly.

"It's not like becoming Padfoot, Sirius—you know I can't control it—"

"But you can, and you do. I've seen it." Sirius insisted firmly.

"It's not worth the risk!"

"Being in control would mean less risk," Sirius pointed out, tracing the divot of Remus's wrist with his thumb. "I trust you, Moony."

Remus felt a shiver run up his arm at the touch. His anger melted away as he realized he was close enough to count Sirius' eyelashes.

"And I believe in you." Sirius whispered, meeting his eyes, slowly leaning towards him.

The rest happened in a blur.

Before he could think, Remus closed the small gap between them and their lips met with tranquilizing warmth, noses brushing. Remus forgot how to breathe.

The floorboards creaked and a door below groaned open.

Sirius pulled back, smiling. A wonderful, earth-shattering, irresistible smile. Then he reached under the bed for the invisibility cloak and quietly concealed himself.

Remus felt dazed and exposed, drawing the cotton sheet tightly, wishing he too could disappear.

Before Madam Pomfrey came in, he heard Sirius whisper,

"I'm glad you're okay, Moony."

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Ch. 10, Stars Above

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They stumbled out of Slughorn's office and his classroom, the heavy doors slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud each time. As they stepped into the dimly lit, stony corridor, Calliope turned to Sirius, tilting her head to look up at him, "Where to?"

He hummed in thought for a moment, weighing his options. "Since I don't care about curfew and Moony has prefect duties tonight, how about we take a nice long walk to the Black Lake? We can sit out there for a while. Does that sound good?" Calliope released his hand, which she had held since she had dismissed his overthinking.

She nodded fervently, "You have an amazing brain," She pointed to his head, her warm fingertip grazing against the dark beauty mark on his pale forehead.

Sirius grinned, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Not the first time I've gotten a compliment about how good my head is," he replied with a playful wink. With a spirited gasp, she jokingly nudged his shoulder with hers.

"I do not need to hear about your affairs," Calliope chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Modesty is definitely not your strongest suit," she teased, gently nudging him with her shoulder.

Sirius feigned a hurt expression. "I'll have you know, I'm a model of humility among wizards," he replied with mock seriousness.

Calliope rolled her eyes playfully. "Sure, Sirius, whatever you say." He gently retook her hand, intertwining their fingers as they made their way through the corridors of Hogwarts, "Shall we go?"

"Yes, please," Calliope says.

As they made their way out, they were careful not to get caught. Students were prohibited from being outside the castle, except for the courtyards, after eight o'clock. Since it was only seven-thirty, they blended in with the other students drifting toward the large arched doors, although most of those students were heading inside.

Once outside, Sirius and Calliope took a deep breath of the cool evening air. The sky was painted with the vibrant hues of twilight, and the grounds were bathed in a soft, golden glow.

"Ready?" Sirius whispered, squeezing Calliope's hand.

She nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. "Ready."

They slipped into the shadows, moving quickly and quietly toward the Black Lake. The gentle lapping of the water and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds that accompanied their footsteps. As they reached the edge of the lake, Sirius found a secluded spot beneath a large, ancient tree.

Sirius spread his cloak on the grass, and they both sat down, leaning against the tree trunk. The moon was starting to rise, casting a silvery sheen over the lake's surface.

"This is perfect," Calliope murmured, gazing at the serene waters.

"It's beautiful at night, isn't it?" Sirius asked, turning his head to gaze at her mesmerized expression.

Calliope leaned her head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "It really is. Thank you for bringing me here, Sirius."

He smiled, wrapping an arm around her. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the stars appear one by one in the night sky. Eventually, Sirius turned to Calliope and said, "The sky is so clear tonight, and the stars are shining so brightly."

"They're gorgeous," Calliope added, as they both stared up at the night sky.

"Do you see that cluster of stars?" he asked, pointing his finger toward the sky. "Right there, just past the moon?

She nods her head against his shoulder and hums in agreement.

"That's Orion–" Sirius begins.

"What? I thought you were terrible at astronomy! Didn't Rem write both yours and James's essays?" Calliope asked, a suspicious glint in her eye. She lifted her head, no longer resting it on Sirius's shoulder.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he met her gaze. "Calliope, my name is Sirius—I'm quite literally a star. And to top it off, Orion is my middle name, one I'm forced to share with my father." His fingers continued tracing random shapes on her bare bicep. "The Black family does love their astrology. I've been taught the subject since I was young."

"So you're skilled at Astrology? Still, didn't Remus write your essays?" Calliope asked, still confused.

"Exactly. Why write an essay on a subject I'm good at? I'm also certainly not going to write essays on the ones I'm not. Besides, Moony is more than happy."

She laid her head back down on his shoulder. "Sure he is, or does he just want to shut you up?"

"Probably both," Sirius shrugged, a smirk playing on his face. "May I continue?"

"Proceed," She giggles.

"So, that's Orion," he said, pointing. Calliope followed his finger. "You can tell by his shield and sword," Sirius explained, tracing the imaginary lines of the constellation in the sky. "He's one of the most recognizable figures in the night sky."

Calliope looked up at the stars, her eyes bright with curiosity, "I see him."

Sirius smiled, his gaze shifting from the constellation down to the awed girl beside him, "Do y'know the story of how he got up there, Cal?"

She shook her head, "Tell me."

He cleared his throat, preparing to begin the story, which made Calliope laugh softly.

"Well, people interpret it differently, but in the stories I've read, they're almost always depicted as lovers—Artemis and Orion." Calliope gently brushed a stray strand of his dark hair, which was tickling her forehead, behind his ear. He shuddered at the sensation of her fingertips grazing his skin.

He continued, "Apollo, Artemis's brother, witnessed their deep affection for each other—especially Orion's relentless pursuit of Artemis. Apollo was not jealous because he desired his sister or Orion, but because the poor guy kept getting rejected," Sirius chuckled. "There was even a nymph named Daphne who pleaded with her father, Peneus, to transform her into a laurel tree just to evade Apollo's advances."

Calliope laughs too, "Tough luck."

"Back to the story," Sirius continued, "because of this jealousy, one day Apollo saw his sister's suitor swimming. With Artemis not far away, he challenged her, claiming she couldn't hit the distant object, something she could barely even make out the shape of. Artemis, wanting to prove Apollo wrong, shot her silver arrow through the sky, landing right on the target."

Sirius takes a deep breath as he starts again, "As the arrow struck its mark, Artemis realized too late that she had shot Orion, who had been swimming peacefully in the ocean. Distraught over her unintended actions and mourning the loss of her beloved companion, Artemis decided to honor Orion's memory by placing him among the stars as the constellation we see today."

Sirius looked up at the night sky, pointing towards the constellation of Orion with a wistful smile. "And there he is, immortalized in the heavens, forever watching over us."

Calliope gazed up at the stars, a sense of awe and sadness mingling in her expression. "It's a tragic yet beautiful story," she murmured softly.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed quietly, his gaze returning to her. "It reminds us that even gods and goddesses are not immune to love and its consequences."

They sat together in silence, the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the night filling the air around them. The story of Artemis and Orion lingered in their thoughts, weaving a connection between them under the vast expanse of the starlit sky.

"You know, Cal, your name has roots in Greek mythology," he said, slightly shifting the topic. "Calliope was known as the 'Chief of the Muses'; she was renowned for her exceptional skill in poetry and eloquence."

"Y'know what's funny? My middle name is Artemis." She adds as Sirius lets out a shocked scoff, "Isn't that cool? Artemis and Orion–our middle names."

"I feel like a shitty friend for not knowing your middle name," Sirius smiles in embarrassment, "but, that makes the story a thousand times more special, Cal."

"You never asked what it was," she shrugged trying to dismiss his embarrassment, "I hope my four-year-old brother, Pan, doesn't convince me to slaughter you." She laughs.

"Please tell Helene to keep Pan away from the mythology books, for my sake," He jokes, his hand playing with her hair, "I'm surprised you didn't know the origins– Even your brother has a name relating to mythology.

Calliope smiled warmly. "My mother loves Greek mythology and has always had a passionate love for writing—I'm not surprised she named me what she did." Sirius smiled along with her. "She never told me about the origins, but I suppose I never asked."

"Ah, Helene, a woman of many mysteries," Sirius laughed as Calliope giggled, "How is she doing?"

Calliope's smile softened with fondness as she thought of her mother. "She's doing well, still buried in her books and writing away. She's been working on a new novel—something about ancient myths intertwined with modern-day mysteries. You know how she gets when she's immersed in a story."

Sirius nodded knowingly. "Sounds intriguing. She always had a way of blending the old with the new."

"Yeah," Calliope agreed, her gaze drifting back to the stars. "I think she finds inspiration in timeless stories."

Sirius hummed as they sat in comfortable silence.

"I should visit your mum sometime," Sirius said softly, breaking the silence. "I miss Helene."

Calliope laughed, "Siri, you saw her a few days ago while we boarded the train. Don't you remember?"

Sirius leaned back against the sturdy trunk of the tree, a playful smirk curling his lips. "Shush," he whispered with mock seriousness, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced at Calliope. "She was too engrossed in Remus talking about muggle books to give me enough attention."

Calliope giggled at his exaggerated complaint, her laughter blending with the rustling of leaves and the soft night sounds around them.

"I suppose I'll have to steal her attention away next time," Sirius added, his tone teasing.

"Just like you did this summer when you and James would come to visit? I think my father wants his wife back," Calliope jokes, her tone light.

"Leander's gotta learn to share," Sirius quipped with a playful grin.

"You try telling him that," Calliope chuckled, imagining the scenario. Sirius shook his head adamantly.

"I do not want to mess with Mr. Thorne, no thank you." They both laugh.

As their laughter subsided, Sirius glanced at Calliope with a thoughtful expression. "Your family gatherings are always lively. It's nice to see everyone together."

Calliope nodded, a fond smile touching her lips. "Yeah, it's chaotic but fun. My dad loves having everyone around, even if it means constant teasing from James and you."

Sirius grinned. "Well, your dad is a good sport about it. And your mum—" He paused, his expression softening. "She's always been kind to me. Like family."

Calliope's eyes light up with understanding. "She adores you, you know. She thinks of you like a son, especially after all these years. You know you'll always be family– to ours, to the Potters, to the Lupins– we all love you."

Sirius looked touched by her words, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "I miss those summers, everyone being together."

"Me too," Calliope agreed, her voice warm. "Summer will be back before you know it, and we have the Winter holiday to look forward to. Speaking of which, Mum says you boys are welcome to stay a few days at our house."

Sirius smiled gratefully as Calliope continued, her enthusiasm palpable. "I know it's not as spacious as the Potter's, and there are some restrictions on magic and Quidditch, but we'd love to have you guys."

"I'd love to. We have to speak to the boys about this, I'm sure they'll be on board as well." Sirius adds enthusiastically.

Calliope nodded, smiling. "Siri, you've grown so much." She looked up at him, his gray eyes shining with amusement.

"Oh, well, thank you. I do believe I've grown a few inches, yes. Quite an awkward segway, don't y'think?" Sirius smirked, feeling playful as she nudged her elbow lightly into his ribs.

"Not what I meant, jackass," Calliope chided, her tone playful and affectionate.

Sirius chuckled, "Alright, Calliope Artemis Thorne," he said, using her full name in mock formality, "then enlighten me. How have I grown?"

Calliope laughed, shaking her head fondly. "I meant you've grown as a person, Sirius Orion Black. You're not the same proper boy with straight posture I met in the first year. The one who was scared of me."

Sirius raised an eyebrow in playful disbelief. "Scared of you? Please, I was merely cautious of your formidable charm."

"Of course, it wasn't because I am from a muggle family," Calliope teased, nudging him again with her elbow. "But seriously, you've become more confident, more sure of yourself. You've grown into someone who stands up for what he believes."

Sirius sighed softly, acknowledging her previous statement with a quick 'thank you', the memories weighing on him as he gazed at the twinkling stars above. Calliope's touch beside him was a comforting anchor, grounding him in the present moment amidst the echoes of the past.

"After I was sorted into Gryffindor, it felt like my whole world came crashing down," Sirius started, his voice carrying a mix of sadness and resignation. "Bellatrix practically owled home immediately. I can still remember Andromeda and Narcissa's faces—apologetic, almost scared. But Bella…" His voice trailed off, a shadow passing over his features as he recalled the cruelty in his cousin's expression. "She looked amused, I swear she let out a cackle."

Calliope reached out for his hand, her touch gentle as she interlaced her fingers with his, the warmth of her palm enveloping his. She softly rubbed the side of his hand with her thumb, offering a comforting gesture, allowing him to continue.

"The letter arrived that night. I knew it would," Sirius continued his tone quieter now, tinged with bitterness. "Initially, I expected a howler, given their fury, but no—it was a letter. They were too embarrassed for a howler. I was so scared, but you all helped me, more than you could ever know. I was never meant to be a Slytherin— not for a second, I'm not like them."

He fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. The night around them seemed to hold its breath, offering a serene backdrop to Sirius's recollections. After a pause, he looked back at Calliope, gratitude shining faintly in his eyes.

"Thank you for being here, Cal," Sirius murmured, his voice bearing a blend of vulnerability and appreciation. "It means a lot to me."

"Of course, Siri," Calliope replied softly, bringing his hand, intertwined with her own, to her face. She kissed the back of his hand gently, her eyes locking with his as she did so.

Sirius smiled bashfully, a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he met Calliope's gaze. The gentle moonlight cast a soft glow around them, accentuating the intimacy of the moment.

"Thank you, Calliope," Sirius whispered again, his voice barely above a murmur, filled with unspoken emotions.

This time, Sirius gently lowered his head to Calliope's level, his hand tenderly finding her jaw, delicately cradling her head in place. With a softness that matched the moonlit serenity around them, he pressed a warm kiss to her cheek.

Calliope felt her heartbeat quicken as Sirius's lips brushed against her cheek, just below her cheekbone, leaving a lingering warmth that spread through her like a gentle fire.

He pulled away and she gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting the soft moonlight, unsure of what to say.

"Sirius," she breathed his name, her voice barely louder than a whisper, yet it felt as though it echoed through the quiet ambiance of the surrounding forest.

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek as his fingers lingered against her jawline. "Calliope," he murmured in response.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The world seemed to hold its breath, caught in the magic of their shared moment beneath the stars. Sirius reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers, drawing her closer until their foreheads touched gently.

They had stared at each other intently, neither entirely sure of what to say. His fingers had dropped from her jawline and down to her neck, slowly brushing his fingertips against her smooth skin.

Calliope was the first to pull away, a fleeting uncertainty passed over Sirius's features, quickly masked by a faint smile. He withdrew his hand, folding it into his lap as he met her gaze with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Um," Calliope began with a nervous smile, hoping he couldn't see the blush heating her cheeks. "It's getting late. Maybe we… Maybe we should head back?"

His hand went to the back of his neck as he tried to regain his composure, the blush on his face stemmed from a mix of fondness and slight rejection.

"Yeah—uh—yes, let's go." He stood up first, brushing off his pants before extending a hand to Calliope. She took it appreciatively, allowing him to help her up.

As she rose to her feet, their hands lingered together for a moment longer than necessary. With a small, appreciative smile, Calliope bent down and picked up his robe, tossing it to him with a playful flick of her wrist.

"Thanks," Sirius says, grabbing the robe with a smile.

Together, they started walking back, the path illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The night was alive with the sounds of crickets and the howls of mongrels nearby.

As they approached the entrance of the castle, the towering silhouette of Hogwarts loomed before them, its ancient walls bathed in silver light.

"We need to be careful," Calliope whispered, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of patrolling professors or prefects.

Sirius nodded, his mischievous grin returning. "Don't worry, I've done this a thousand times."

She sighed humorously, "Of course you have."

They crept along the shadowed walls, keeping to the darkest parts of the grounds. As they neared the castle entrance, they spotted the faint glow of a lantern in the distance, signaling the presence of a Flich or possibly Remus and the other prefect, none other than herself, Lily Evans. Sirius held out his hand, signaling Calliope to stop.

They pressed themselves against the cool stone, holding their breath as the watchman passed by, his footsteps echoing in the still night. Telling by the limp in his step, it was Filch. Once the coast was clear, Sirius peeked out, ensuring the path was safe.

"Alright, let's go," he said softly, taking Calliope's hand and guiding her towards a side entrance.

They slipped through the narrow doorway and found themselves in a dimly lit corridor. The familiar scents of old parchment and candle wax filled the air, and the flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the walls.

"Come on, let's get you to your common room," Sirius said, his hand still in hers.

"Oh, Siri, it's okay. You can go ahead, I'll find my way," Calliope suggested, not wanting him to waste more time and risk getting caught.

Sirius shook his head, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "I wouldn't feel right letting you go alone. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I left you now?"

Calliope smiled, touched by his concern. "Alright, but we have to be extra careful."

With a nod, Sirius led her through the labyrinthine corridors of Hogwarts, their footsteps barely making a sound on the stone floors. They moved swiftly and silently, pausing now and then to listen for any approaching footsteps. As they approached the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, Calliope turned to Sirius, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Sirius, thank you for suggesting that we go to the lake. It was beautiful." Calliope said, yawning slightly.

He smiled warmly at her. "Anytime, Calliope," He let her hand go, "Now, go get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

She nodded, slightly saddened by the loss of his touch, and turned to face the enchanted bronze knocker shaped like an eagle. As she approached, the eagle knocker spoke, its voice resonant and wise. "What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place?"

Calliope smiled, recognizing the familiar riddle. "The letter E."

The door swung open silently, and she turned back to Sirius one last time. "Goodnight, Sirius."

"Goodnight, Calliope," he replied, watching her disappear into the common room.

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