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schmem14 · 5 months

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Hello friends! Recently, I participated in the fourth HP Rare Pair fest, and with 81 unique and beautiful entries it was a veritable FEAST for the eyes and heart and soul. (Check out the whole collection here)

I wanted to take a moment to post highlights of the fics that just really brought me to my knees in hopes that you’ll fangirl/boy/person over them with me!

1. Evergreen by @thecouchsofa (23k)- Harry Potter x George Weasley What would happen if Harry asked George to go to the Yule Ball with him instead of Parvati? This GOF Yule Ball AU is sure to slay you with sheer adorableness. I couldn’t stop smiling and squealing through the whole thing. This rare pair is one of my favorites, and this fic went above and beyond, plus it’s the perfect holiday read! Rating: T

2. Lonely Creatures by @apricitydays-lazynights (5k)- Severus Snape x Giant Squid The prompt to put these two together could easily have been pure hentai crack nonsense (which is a brilliant option) but this story did things to me that I can’t even put into words. It’s tender, melancholy, and cuts to the heart of Severus Snape’s isolation and longing to be seen and loved. The details of this are so richly woven, and I particularly enjoyed the authors’ focus on Mermlish/Merfolk. Standing ovation to this fic! Rating: E

3. Slice of Night by SquibNation10 (9k)- Aurora Sinistra x Severus Snape This was the fic that took me the most by surprise. I love the creativity in taking a character who gets very few canon details and making them real and beautiful and believable. Auror Sinistra is divine in this, and I’ll give some honorable mentions to both Argus Filch and Rolanda Hooch as excellent supporting characters that also don’t typcially get a lot of spotlight. What a gorgeous slice of life fic! Rating: T

3. Quick Quotes and Quibbles by RainstormRadish (3k)- Luna Lovegood x Rita Skeeter Rita and Luna have to work together to cover the wedding of Neville Longbottom and Pansy Parkinson. There’s just something about a story told in unconventional medium that will always ALWAYS pull me in! This unlikely pairing comes together in the sweetest way, their strong personalities balancing each other out until they become a formidable team. I particularly loved the graphics and paper trail memos/epistolary style storytelling. Rating: T

4. Your seat, it’s the best seat by @the-houseryn (17k)- Ron Weasley x Draco Malfoy MOVE OVER only one bed, there’s a new trope in town and it’s the ONLY ONE SEAT trope!! This was sexy, flirtatous, and hot AF. I’m always down for a Dron fic, but this one is one of the best I’ve read in a while, with some delicious pining and a predictably oblivious Ron. Do yourself a favor and indulge in the lap-sitting fic of the year! Rating: E

5. Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by @patriceavril (6k)- Percy Weasley x Stan Shunpike What was Percy up to in OTP/HBP? What a lonely life that must have been! This fic was soft and sweet, giving some much-needed love to a character that we all wrote off in canon for being a stuck-up prick. I love how Percy seeks out the warmth and comfort of the Knight Bus, coming back for more because of the kind-hearted and bubbly Stan Shunpike, who always insists on giving Percy free hot chocolate. I never expected to be so enamoured by this pairing, but I am! Rating: T

6. The monster you feed by @ghostfelicis188 (11k)- Regulus Black x Remus Lupin This canon-compliant fic tore me to shreds. TO SHREDS. Like, I am such a simp for tragic Remus romances, and this took the cake. Features: pining artist Remus, and shit-eating cruel Regulus who toys with Remus the whole damn fic. If you like hurt no comfort, this is the fic for you. *Chefs Kiss* Rating: M

7. Gilded Web by @emilyrickman AlihotsyTotsy (8k)- George Weasley x Blaise Zabini I cannot believe that this understated fic packed such a punch in 8,000 words. George agrees to an undercover operation to investigate the mysterious deaths of Mrs. Zabini’s deceased husbands. He is so pure in this, his characterization charming and believable, I just need more of this George! Bonus points for references to “the Sting” Rating: M

8. Sleeping with Ghosts by @ghaniblue (21k)- Harry Potter x Regulus Black x Draco Malfoy My initial thoughts when encountering this relationship tag was something akin to a bewildered head scratch but OMG the best thing about this fest is having expectations completely upended! This fic slayed hard with a slow burn, found family, semi-sentient house renovation angle that had me completely melted by the end. Rating: M

9. The Last Trial of Peter Petegrew by @sleepstxtic (20 k)- Peter Petegrew x James Potter If possible, I’d like to ram this fic down the throats of all my mutuals with a plea to PLEASE READ THIS FIC. I can’t begin to describe in a tiny paragraph what this did to me. Often Peter Petegrew is relegated to the traitor bus in fandom (understandable) but this took every mean and traitorous part of his character and made me almost like him despite his treachery! The format of this was also a delight to read, and I love that Hermione presents the case for Peter Petegrew in this meta purgatory-style courtroom drama. Rating: M

10. Anatomy of a memory by @venom0usbarbie (9k)- Ginny Weasley x Tom Riddle This story was pure poetry wrapped in a sinister diary-shaped package. I love the self-fulfilling prophecy nature of this time loop style storyline, as well as the toxic obsession and manipulation played out between Ginny and Tom. What a mindfuck ending that was, too! Kudos to the “Tom Riddle is his own Warning” tag. Rating: M

11. Sweet Boy by @maraudersaffair (6k)- Narcissa Black Malfoy x Harry Potter A not-quite-fake dating fic with lots of smut, thirst, and mommy/praise kink? Yes, please! I was literally panting by the end of this, Harry and Narcissa are so hot together! Rating: E

12. Growing Suspicion by nocturn (1.8k)- Neville Longbottom x Marcus Flint Someone keeps mutilating Neville’s plants, and he’s going to get to the bottom of it OR that time Marcus expresses feelings but doesn’t understand proper plant care. This fic was A-DOR-ABLE. Love me a good Hogwarts professors/staff fic, and this was just a bite-sized delight to read. Rating: G

13. For Your Burning Gaze by SquibNation10 (22k)- Neville Longbottom x Pansy Parkinson The fic that I most want to see a sequel for award goes to… this Twilight Zone post-war marriage law fic complete with creepy house elves and a very troubled Pansy, who seems to be the only one realizing that something is not quite right! This is one of the best Panville fics I’ve read, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. Rating: E

Thanks to @hprarepairfest for putting on another amazing fest!

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ashs-random-writing · 10 months

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Anthropophobia

One-shot

Ao3

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Every human knew the tales and legends of the mighty beasts that roamed the oceans, luring sailors closer and then murdering them in a violent rage.

As it turned out, Sirens also knew about humans. The tiny creatures that showed up everywhere with their uncanny little faces, and tiny eyes, and their general unsettling nature. If only anthropophobia was less common.

Anthropophobia- the fear of humans.

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Virgil ran through the streets, hearing guards shouting behind him. He grimaced, imagining them catching up and arresting him. He ran through a crowd and took an unplanned turn towards the docks. The guards hadn’t caught up yet

He untied a small boat that had sat unused for months; no one would miss it any more than they’d miss him.

Virgil knew it was risky to take a boat, even if there were no siren sightings nearby. But, he had to get away. He’d take brutal but instantaneous death over getting arrested and wasting away in a cell for the rest of his days.

He rowed for a while, his food piled up on the other side of the boat. He could hear nothing but bird calls and the rippling waves as he moved the oars. And then suddenly the underlying panic that was always present in his mind disappeared, leaving only the want to follow the feeling reaching out to him. What was that sound…?

He rowed closer and closer, not thinking about how strange this was, how suspicious this was. He snapped out of it only when the song stopped, when he was unnervingly close to a pair of eerily large eyes, with no whites to them. Virgil knew that just a few metres below the water was a mouth with far too many teeth.

He felt himself go pale, suddenly feeling lightheaded. He looked around him; how far had he sailed? His boat was probably small enough for the beast to hold it in its hands

He shuddered as that assumption was proved correct, and the siren raised its upper body out of the water, two cupped hands under his boat and raising him closer to its face, giving him a perfect view of their sharp teeth and the way it was grinning. One of its hands curled around the boat and started tilting it, the other hand below.

Virgil tumbled out, too panicked to even think of holding on. This instantaneous death was not being very instantaneous. The monster made a series of noises that Virgil had no hope of interpreting, as Virgil lay in their hand.

He was trembling harder than he ever thought possible, staying as still as he could. It prodded him with one finger, gentler than he thought it could but still hard enough to hurt, and he scrambled away from the hand, unfortunately meeting the fingers of the hand he was in as he bumped into them

He glanced down to the water, would it be worth it to jump down and try to swim away? He saw for a moment that his boat was dropped and overturned in the water and his food was floating around before a huge hand showed up in front of him fast enough that he flinched harder than ever before. He doubted he could outswim a giant sea creature anyway.

It was making noise, presumably speaking in the garbled language. Far too loud, he thought, as his stress headache doubled.

He hoped it wouldn’t sing again any time soon, he quite liked having control over his movements. It was trying to block him away from the edges of its palm, similarly to how one would do with a bug.

The comparison made him nauseous as he recognised that he was that small compared to it. He was maybe only three inches compared to it, all too small, and far too fragile. He stood up, though was immediately knocked off of his feet as the siren shifted slightly

He looked at its face, finding it almost too big to look at it all.

He felt himself go even paler as a second pair of eyes opened beneath its normal ones. It brought him close enough that he could feel its breath ruffling his clothes. He shuddered.

It’s other hand lifted up, starting to cover him from the sky, like the motion to trap a firefly. The hands closed around him, leaving him completely in the dark and cold.

He could immediately tell when the giant took him underwater, even without the little bits of water starting to fill up the space between the two hands. They both stayed underwater for about ten seconds of dizzying motion, and then he was somewhat-gently deposited on a large rock shelf above a pool of water that looked hundreds of feet deep.

He backed away, still trembling. The siren had pulled itself out of the water mostly, and sat on a ledge in the cave, as though it hadn’t just kidnapped him. In this lighting, he noticed that it had ‘little’ glowing green patterns decorating its skin, blending in with the dull green skin

He sat down in a corner, watching the beast intensely. It came closer after a while, using one of its giant claws to scratch something into the stone.

Were those runes? It tapped the runes once they were finished being scratched into the stone, and a clear sphere started to form around the ledge. Virgil tapped it to test if it was dangerous and found that it was similar to glass.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. It was still speaking, though muffled a bit now. It ducked under the water and swam away. Virgil looked for a way out, denying himself any tears to fall.

Nothing. Nothing at all. He hit the ‘glass’ with a fist, sitting down again. Why was he the exception to the fact that sirens usually murdered any human they saw? Why did he have to get trapped, the one thing he was trying to avoid?

He curled up in the corner. His prison was quite expansive, perhaps the size of a small house, but it was still a prison. He glared at everything in this cave, every single collected thing, every shiny thing on every ledge. One thing was screaming in his mind: that he was just another collected thing to the giant.

It came back a few minutes later, emerging from the water with speed that he could barely comprehend. Its hands were filled with plants that looked like they were from land, even though they were soaking wet. He came closer curiously, and looked at the strange handful- was that a whole bush?

His bewilderment overtook his fear for a brief moment, until it looked at him again, two pairs of eyes locked onto him.

He skittered back, heart beating so fast it might explode. What was even going on right now? He groaned, pushing his head into his hands and sliding down the rock wall to sit on the floor. It was still watching

It reached through the barrier as if it was not there, which it definitely was, and placed the bushes and soft leaves in the prison with him.

After a few days, Virgil still had no idea what was actually happening. The uncertainty was eating him alive. He had rearranged the plants in his prison, to give himself a hiding place. They were thick enough that he couldn’t see the siren through them, and therefore it couldn’t see him.

Sometimes it would sing to itself. Virgil hated those times. He didn’t even think it knew it was luring him from his hiding spot, it usually noticed him only after a while, stopping singing to speak to him (or at him- it wasn’t like he could understand)

He still couldn’t get over the fear. It was so big, so fast, so loud. He spent most of the time cowering in the corner, staring at the wall. His eyes had adjusted to the dark well

He peeked out from behind the bushes and watched the siren swim out of the cave system. It usually brought him food when it did that. He stood up shakily, once again inspecting his prison for any faults, anything he could use to escape. Once again, nothing.

His knuckles had become bruised by how much he had punched the magic glass when he got frustrated with his captivity. The siren was back soon, nothing in its hands. Suspicious. Virgil went back to his hiding spot.

Another siren was behind it, this one more red in colour. Virgil shuddered. There was a tapping on the glass, accompanied by some words that Virgil couldn’t understand. He knew that this meant it wanted him to leave his hiding spot, and that if he didn’t, it’d reach in and get him anyway.

He wasn’t coming out. Willingly showing yourself to a siren was a death sentence. He could feel the siren's hand getting closer until it wrapped around him, lifting him through the glass. He was still trembling every time it got near him.

It presented him to the red one with some dramatic gestures that made him dizzy. Its hand uncurled, leaving him sitting on its palm. The red one let out a shriek that Virgil was sure made his ears bleed, as it catapulted itself backward

Virgil covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. The hand he was sitting on was shaking, as he heard what he assumed was laughter from the green siren. His legs had drawn up to his chest, and he laid on his side as he tried to erase that noise from his mind

He could hear Red saying something, not entirely shrieking now, but not not shrieking. He wanted to leave- to go somewhere else, anywhere else.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t go home, he could go somewhere else, and start a new life- except he couldn’t. He was trapped in the clutches of a giant siren, and there was no way he’d ever be able to escape the underwater tunnels without drowning.

Green prodded his side and Virgil curled up more.

He was placed in the prison again soon enough. The moment, the shriek, replayed in his mind over and over again as he stared into the darkness hours later

It reminded him of when a school child would find a spider in the grass and show their friends to freak them out. He had never thought about how it would feel to the spider, to be at the mercy of giants so much larger, to deal with the loud screaming and the complete lack of control. He wondered how many spiders had been traumatised by those school shenanigans.

The siren was under the waves, like it was for a lot of the day, but he could still see the glowing. He closed his eyes, but no sleep crept up on him.

He stared up. Was that what was happening? Were humans the spiders to sirens? He thought for a while

It would explain Red’s reaction maybe, and why sirens went into what seemed like murderous rage. Maybe it was just like when someone saw a spider and started panicking. He had certainly seen people go into what could be described as a murderous rage when seeing a spider.

So, why did they lure humans? He thought of his interactions with Green, how it would sing to itself and be surprised when he was drawn closer. His blood ran cold.

They didn’t know . They didn’t know their own power. The thing they were known for . He thought about all the casualties of siren song and he uttered the first word he said in days

“I’m sorry”

A single tear ran down his cheek and he looked around the cave. Of course he had to be found by the type of person who would keep a spider in a jar as a pet. Well, at least until it forgets about him. He wondered how long that would take; weeks? Months? Years? He would rather it happen sooner than later

He didn’t want to form a messed up attachment to his captor before it eventually forgot about him

He curled up behind the bush and waited for it to wake up.

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Remus had been relaxing just above water for his daily fix of oxygen and sunlight, singing to himself as he slowly swam around.

A human floated into view a little while later. It hadn’t noticed him yet, and so he stopped singing, dipping his head further down into the water until only his eyes were above water. Well, at least his primary eyes; he didn’t need to see details just yet

It froze when it noticed him. Remus was wondering what it would feel like to be bitten by something so small. Roman said that it hurt.

He scooped the little guy up in its little boat. He wondered what it was seeing; an incomprehensible being? Was it feeling unimaginable terror? He grinned at the idea, though knew it was unlikely. Humans were too small for thoughts like that

He tilted the boat to get the human out, and it tumbled out, further than he expected. It laid unmoving for a few seconds in which Remus thought he might’ve accidentally killed it. That would’ve been disappointing, he decided, since he wanted to keep it as a pet.

He nudged it with his fingertip and watched as it scuttled back. That tickled.

It got closer to the edge and Remus dropped the boat and brought his other hand up to guard it away

“Woah there, little guy! If you fall off here you’re gonna die choking on water with no escape! I’m the better option, don’t you think?” He grinned, rambling a bit.

It stared up at him, and he opened his secondary eyes, bringing it closer. It was so small . Roman would be terrified, he realised, grinning harder.

So would most of his friends.

Remus gently placed his hand over his other one and tried to make sure no water would get in between them. He ducked underwater and swam home, placing the little guy on a ledge in the part of the cave above water and scratching some runes so it would have a place to stay.

He looked at it for a few seconds. It was empty, too empty to keep an animal in there.

The human looked up at him. He thought for a moment; what kind of plants grew where humans lived? Pretty much any plants from land would work, right? He set off to find some as the little guy explored the enclosure

He found some soft plants on an island nearby, and uprooted them to take to his new pet. It was a creepy little thing, like most humans, and immediately started moving the plants to create a little hide-away. Remus had always found humans strangely cute, in a way that made his brother extremely annoyed. Roman had never liked it when he brought humans home from his wanderings.

They were just so small, and pretty docile if they weren’t feeling threatened. Remus had heard a lot of people say that they were more scared of people than people were of them, and he had always wondered how much truth that held

He knew a lot of people who were downright terrified of the tiny little creatures. He wondered why humans always got so close to sirens if they were so afraid, but he didn’t dwell on it.

A few days later, he had begun to get very attached to the little creature. It stayed hidden a lot, only coming out when it was fed, and occasionally when he was singing or humming to himself. He named it Creepy, because it fit the description, primarily, but also because it would annoy his brother tremendously.

He suddenly remembered the fact that he hadn’t shown Creepy to his brother yet and grinned, swimming through his tunnels as fast as physically possible and towards his brother's cave.

“Roman! Roman! I need to show you my new pet! You’ll love it” he grinned, holding back a laugh

Roman sceptically followed him until they got back to the cave. Remus saw Creepy hide behind the plants and he got closer, tapping on the barrier and waiting for it to come out like usual, but it didn’t.

“Come on out, lil’ guy”

He reached in and grabbed it gently and dramatically presented it to his brother

“Ta da! My new pet!” He uncurled his hand and watched his brother’s reaction intently

The reaction was even worth the resulting scream. He laughed, bringing Creepy towards his chest and looking back up at Roman

“Remus! Why would you do that!? You know I’m scared of them!” His eyes were looking up at him and back down to the human like he was scared it was gonna leap at him

Remus looked down at Creepy, who had curled up like it did when nervous.

“Aw, look, you scared it! Say sorry,” he said, half teasingly, gently prodding Creepy’s side

“I scared it?” Roman asked, tone disbelieving “If anything, it should apologise to me! Or at the very least, you should” he crossed his arms, secondary eyes widening to show his mistrust

Remus shook his head, placing Creepy back into the enclosure and turning back to Roman as Creepy scuttled back to its hiding spot

“I mean, if you still fall for that, it’s on you. I’ve been pulling the same prank since we were kids” he shrugged and grinned

Roman glared at him, but didn’t argue

“I just don’t get how you can find that thing cute enough to be a pet,” he grumbled.

Remus shook his head, placing Creepy back in the enclosure.

“Oh, come on! How can you be scared of that little face!”

Roman stared at him. “I don’t know, they just show up everywhere and they just give me the creeps, ok?”

They talked for a while, before Roman inevitably left

Remus placed some food in the enclosure and ducked under the water to his bed. He wondered what Creepy was thinking about the situation.

He yawned, and fell asleep, head tucked into his arm.

When he woke up, the thing he did was swim outside for his daily dose of sunlight and basked in the light for about an hour, until the light got too much for him. Then he started swimming around.

The smaller fish avoided him mostly, but they were still annoying. He snuck a peek at one of the nearby islands, finding a lot of boats and a few humans.

Humans tended to be in groups of two or more, he noticed; was his human gonna get lonely? He thought about his human, pushing away the thought of how killable, how squishable, it was, and thought about its behaviour. It hid most of the time. Maybe another human would get it to be less skittish?

This routine was what he did every morning.

After yet another morning of this a few weeks later, he swam back to the cave and greeted his little friend by tapping on the wall of the enclosure. It walked forward towards him and sat down in front of the barrier. Remus’ tail splashed happily and Creepy skittered back, staring at the tail. Oh, right, humans didn’t really like water

He wondered how many humans had drowned in his lifetime, and what it would feel like to drown. He couldn’t imagine it. He had found several dead humans in sunken ships (Roman refused to go near them) and he had always wondered how long it had taken them to die.

He looked at Creepy consideringly. What would happen if he threw it into the water? He shook his head, and ruffled Creepy’s hair. He wouldn’t hurt Creepy.

He started singing to distract himself from his thoughts. Oddly enough, Creepy became more alert, staring up at him with more intensity, getting closer to the barrier.

Remus tilted his head. He had noticed that his singing would sometimes make Creepy come closer, but to see the immediate shift in the behaviour was interesting. He stopped singing and watched it back away a bit

He started singing again and it once again got closer, standing up straighter and trying to get to him.

This was so cool! He grinned. He wondered if it would work on other humans than Creepy. He experimented with the singing for a while, a few hours maybe, before deciding to stop the game and do something else.

Creepy ran back to its hiding spot after they were done playing, and Remus watched it arrange the plants again to completely surround itself. Remus imagined what would happen if it would respond to his singing while it was surrounded like this. It would probably catch its skin on one of the pointier branches and die a bleeding, painful death. It was a good thing he stopped, he decided

Humans were always so fascinating to him, how complexly they acted, but he was the only person he knew who had ever noticed that. Everyone else was too scared to even look at a human without screaming or trying to get rid of it.

But, Remus had always loved watching them.

A few days later, he swam out of the cave and up to the surface. He could see one human sitting on the shore of a nearby island. It froze when it saw him, and he tested his newfound ability.

Much like Creepy, it immediately changed in posture and ventured towards the water. Cool! It would even make humans go towards the water without a boat? He knew how dangerous that was, so when it got to the water he grabbed it and stopped singing.

He swam towards his cave, holding the human above water until they got close enough, then he ducked under water and swam as fast as possible through the tunnels and deposited his new human in the enclosure with Creepy.

The humans stared at each other and Remus had a sudden thought of them ripping each other apart, before they started making noises. He had heard Creepy make noise every so often, but very rarely and very quietly. He grinned.

The new human was smaller, so he named it Tiny. He watched them for hours, though they paid almost no mind to him. He wondered how it felt to be so small

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Virgil hadn’t grown used to life in the cave. It had been weeks, and it had only gotten worse from then. The red one had visited semi-frequently, though practically did everything to avoid looking at him. Virgil was glad; he didn’t want to deal with even more screaming.

It still did what he called a mini-shriek if it caught sight of Virgil moving around too suddenly, or even at all. Virgil had never been able to shake the sound of the first shriek from his mind.

He shuddered. Red hadn’t come back since Green had discovered that it could draw him forward by singing. It would toy with him for hours at a time, grinning as it forced him forward, let him try to go back and bringing him forward again, until it eventually got bored.

Virgil hunched in the corner, and watched the siren swim away. He grit his teeth and started looking around the cave again. He couldn’t cry. If he admitted the hopelessness of the situation, it would only make it worse to bear.

He took a shaky breath and held his head against his knees. He was going to get away, somehow, somewhere. He was going to get out of this- he was going to get away.

The siren returned a while later, another human in its hands. They were placed behind the glass like him, and sat there seemingly in shock for a few moments. They looked around, squinting at the dark and adjusting their glasses.

“It takes a while for your eyes to adjust, you won’t see much yet,” he offered to the stranger, who seemed startled. Their eyes locked on Virgil after a few seconds of trying to find the source of his voice

“Where are we? Why did it bring me here?” The stranger had an accent to their words, one that Virgil recognised from further south on his home island

“Well, we are inside magical glass in a stupidly large cave for reasons that I only have a theory of” he offered, probably sounding bitter

“Hmm… would you mind telling me your theory? I’m working with almost no reference here” they came closer, and Virgil moved aside some plants for them to get closer to him

“You know how people are usually scared of spiders but there’s always that one person who keeps spiders in jars? Well this,” he gestured around him “is the jar”

The stranger looked at him with a contemplative look

“That implies that most sirens are scared of us,” They said after a few moments, looking at the siren, which was just there, staring at them both

“I think they are,” Virgil replied, thinking of the red siren and the unholy screech it let out at the mere sight of him.

“Think about it, how many people completely freak out when they see a spider and don’t calm down until it’s dead? That’s what sirens do!” He elaborated

“Do you have any definitive proof that they’re scared?”

Virgil once again thought about the scream.

“Just wait for the red siren to visit,” he didn’t offer any more elaboration for that statement.

They talked for hours, deliberately ignoring the giant face that was staring down at them.

The new guy was Logan, an aspiring scholar. Virgil didn’t mention his own line of work.

Virgil told him how most days were in the cave, and answered questions about the siren song situation. Logan seemed to absorb knowledge like a sponge.

The next few days were not as bad as they were alone. The green one had added more plants to the prison, and so there were more hiding spots. Logan had been subjected to the utter torture that was Green singing, stopping and singing again, which was less good, but Logan had yet to be subjected to the shrieking of Red.

Virgil had made sure to keep an eye out so Logan knew to cover his ears when the red one showed up.

Green was out of the cave at that moment, so Logan and Virgil had a precious moment to talk in peace. They weren’t talking about anything in particular, but Virgil still cherished it. He had never thought he’d miss human interaction this much.

Virgil didn’t talk much, instead he listened to Logan speak, and kept a look out for the siren returning. It was about an hour later that the green siren arrived, and Logan and Virgil went back into their hiding place.

It placed some food in their prison and started placing things on different ledges in the cave. It almost reminded him of when he would find something cool when he was on a walk and put it up in his room. He knew the comparison was pretty accurate, but he didn’t want to think about how the siren was a person.

A person who was keeping them captive for entertainment. It was easier to think of it as a monster or a beast than to recognise that it was just as sapient as him. He watched it, trying to ignore any familiar actions.

It swam towards them a few minutes later, Virgil was mostly hidden, and so was Logan, but they were peeking over the bushes to watch the siren.

It didn’t seem to notice them both, looking through the glass at different hiding spots. It gave up trying to find them and instead tapped on the glass to try get them out. It always was annoying if they didn’t eat their food immediately. He glanced at the tapping fingers with an emotion he couldn’t identify.

If it really wanted them to come out, maybe it should’ve stopped being annoying. He ducked down further and crossed his arms.

Logan looked at him with an unreadable look

“Are you okay, Virgil?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper

Virgil stayed completely still and silent. He was sick of this whole thing.

He wanted to get out. The tapping was getting quicker, louder, matching Virgil’s breath. He drew his knees up to his chest and gripped his hair in his hands. His breathing was getting worse the more he could hear the siren's insistent tapping.

Soon he could hear nothing but his own breathing, his heartbeat, and the blood rushing in his ears. Everything else was gone. He could feel movement next to him and he tried to ground himself.

It took a while for him to come to his senses, to stop hyperventilating, but when he did, he noticed Logan in front of him, holding his hands and gently talking him into calmness. Virgil smiled falteringly

“Thanks, and, uh, sorry… about that,” he mumbled lamely

Logan looked at him. Virgil felt like there was something he wasn’t telling him.

Virgil tried to peek out from behind the bushes, but Logan pulled him down

“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed, which made Virgil only want to look out more. He had never been good at following advice from people.

“Virgil. Do not look out there. It will only send you into another panic. You’ve already hyperventilated enough that your lips are going blue, you don’t need more”

Logan’s voice was firm, but it was calming. Virgil nodded, realising that his lips did indeed feel weird. Then he realised just how lightheaded he felt. He looked at the food that was just in his line of sight. Logan followed his gaze, and looked back at him.

“I’ll get us some food, you stay here,”

Virgil resisted the urge to look out at the rest of the cave, and instead focused on Logan.

He rested his head on the stone wall behind him. This whole thing was so… fucked up. Everything was so fucked up.

He was going to live and die in a glass prison because giant monsters saw him as nothing more than a bug, or animal. He finally felt himself cry. Logan brought the food closer and Virgil noticed for a second that he glared at the siren (or sirens? He was sure he could hear more voices)

Logan didn’t ask about his crying, just wordlessly passing food. He was going to ask Logan what exactly happened whilst he was out of sorts, but later. Right now, talking didn’t seem like a viable option. He could hear splashing, muffled through the glass

He closed his eyes. He could think when he woke up, he was too tired to mope anymore.

When he woke up, Logan was behind a different bush than him, glasses askew as his face pressed against the ground. Virgil shakily stood up and looked out at the cave. He froze under the gaze of the green siren, and felt like nothing more than a deer in headlights.

His heartbeat had gone through the roof, and he felt the instinctual urge to hide, but his body did the opposite and he just stood there.

Green came closer, Virgil flinched back and his body was startled back into motion. He ran behind another bush, noticing Logan wake up. Virgil didn’t know what exactly had triggered his fear this time; he hadn’t been this scared in weeks .

Everything was amplified to him. He didn’t know anything, he had never felt more like an animal than that instance, hiding and relying on instinct. Logan approached him a little while later.

He just looked up, feeling more helpless than he had ever felt. How long had it been since he had seen the sun? How long had he been in this prison? How long would he stay there? The rest of his life? Would Logan stay there the rest of his life? He wanted to leave, he couldn’t take this anymore.

He would rather drown trying to escape than stay here. Nothing was worse than staying here. Well, staying here alone was worse, but at least now he had Logan to help him through it. Logan had sat down next to him and was whispering reassurance

Virgil could still see too-large movements outside the glass. He shuddered. He had bruises from where Green had grabbed, prodded and poked at him. He was never going to get out of this if something so big that it couldn’t even touch him gently was the thing trapping him.

He felt like he was getting worse. He felt like everything was getting worse. But most of all, he felt bad for Logan, who had yet to suffer the worst of the captivity

—

Remus was worried about his humans. Tiny was less skittish than Creepy, but it still hid often. They usually stayed close to each other, something he had noticed in wild humans as well. Humans liked being near other humans.

Remus wondered why Creepy was on its own to begin with, but he could never think of a reason. He came back from his daily swim and put some cool rocks around his cave, fins shaking out in happiness, before checking on the two little guys.

He had already put food in there for them.

They were obviously hiding, since he couldn’t see them, but he didn’t know where they were hiding. There were a lot of hiding places in their enclosure, to make them more comfortable and try to simulate a more natural environment for them, but that meant the times he saw them now were few and far between. He tapped the barrier, waiting for them to come out, but they didn’t.

That was weird. He tapped again, louder and faster, but there was no movement visible. Were they ok?

“Come on, little guys, come on out” he said quietly, but nothing moved. Wait- did something just move? He grinned. The little humans were still living, at least

He noticed that they still weren’t coming out. What if something was really wrong with them, and that was why they weren’t coming to the front of the enclosure? He mentally debated what he should do, and landed on singing to draw them closer.

It only drew Tiny closer, but Creepy still was hidden. Once he stopped singing, it all but ran to where it was before. If Remus really strained his eyes, he could notice a shape behind the foliage. So that was where Creepy was? Was it ok?

He swam in circles, accidentally splashing the barrier a few times. He muttered to himself with a sort of fear- what if he had accidentally neglected his pets and one of them died? His voice was probably echoing and his marks were likely glowing brighter than usual.

Remus was talking to himself now, voice getting more echoing, and marks getting brighter. He watched Tiny move across the enclosure, towards the pile of food, and start dragging it back to where Creepy was

Remus was still muttering to himself, still echoing loudly as he watched the enclosure. It was hours later that Creepy emerged from the hiding spot. Remus stared intently, noticing the way it froze under his gaze. He watched it skitter away again.

He frowned. It was back to how skittish it used to be. It had been getting better, what happened? He placed his hand on the barrier and brought his face closer, trying to spot Creepy in the mass of plants

He didn’t know what to do about the sudden behaviour change. Maybe his singing had had a negative impact on it after all?

He swam out of the cave and towards his brother’s cave. His brother, annoying as he was, was still someone he trusted with his feelings. Sometimes.

Remus could only think of every bad possibility, every gruesome thing that could happen to his pets, but Roman was often an optimist.

He burst into the cave, accidentally waking Roman up

“Woah! Remus, what the- are you okay?” Roman’s anger seemed to dissolve as he noticed Remus’s distress

Remus explained the weird behaviour to him, and watched Roman nod along with the face he made when he was thinking

“Look, I’m not gonna claim to know anything about humans, they give me the creeps, but I really don’t think that it’s anything to worry about. It’s probably just confused why you added a new human to the enclosure”

Remus nodded. He always wondered what was going on in the humans’ minds, but he knew that he would never find out exactly what they thought. Roman was probably right. Would it help if he separated them?

He brushed that thought away; changing things now would confuse it more. He breached the surface to clear his head, only to be faced with a boat full of humans. It was one of the bigger ships, the ones bigger than his head, absolutely filled with the tiny creatures.

He grinned, gently knocking into the side, careful not to make any of them fall. One of them threw something sharp at him. He knew that that’s what humans did if they were hunting, but that made Remus laugh

Was it trying to hunt him for food? He was bigger than the whole ship! He pulled the tiny object out of his face and got closer, watching the tiny little creatures run around.

He loved observing wild humans, they were so fascinating to him. He wondered why they were so close to each other, in a big crowd as he got closer. His grin grew as he looked each human up and down. They were all so different from each other.

He scooped up a few into his hand to get a better look, and felt them moving around. He laughed softly at the feeling. One of them attempted to jump off of his hand and back onto the boat, and he attempted to catch it.

He looked at the tiny body in his hand. Oops. He didn’t mean to catch it so hard, but their tiny little bodies were so fragile.

He dropped it into the water and put the others back onto the boat. They were all making a lot of noise, strangely.

He swam away, wiping the red blood off of his hand and onto a rock. He didn’t mean to do that. He swam back to his cave and checked on his humans again.

He could see them this time, though they weren’t looking at him. Creepy stayed close to Tiny, much like the humans on the boat, and he couldn’t help but compare them to the one he accidentally killed. He looked at them consideringly

What would be the least painful way to die if you were human sized? Probably not drowning, that looked like it took a while. Maybe getting squashed, that seemed pretty instantaneous, but then he thought about how it might feel to have your organs splattered across a rock. He shook his head of those thoughts and just watched them.

Nothing was really happening. He couldn’t explain the strange foreboding feeling in his mind.

Things went back to normal after a few more days. Roman came by to visit him, though once again dramatically avoided the enclosure like his life depended on it.

Remus rolled his eyes as Roman shrieked upon seeing Tiny move across the enclosure to get food.

“It’s not going to hurt you, drama queen. It’s just trying to eat,”

“Ugh! Stop teasing me, you-” he was cut off by Remus shoving him with a grin plastered across his face

“Oh, yeah, the tiny little creature is gonna get you, you should be worried that it’s gonna get past the barrier, somehow swim towards you and, I don’t know, gently bite your hand?” He teased, mock biting Roman’s hand as he tried to shove him in return.

“Stop it, Remus! I can’t help how scared I am,” Roman pouted

“But you can help screaming my ears off every time one of them moves!” He countered, grin growing

He and Roman had a mock-argument for about half an hour, one that only got partially violent, but immediately ended when Roman had to go. Just like normal.

He dramatically swam down to the bottom of his cave and lay in the darkness for a while. How well could humans see in the dark, he wondered. Probably pretty well, since they’d been fine in the cave so far.

His eyes drifted shut as he thought and he slept

—

Logan hated this. Well, mostly. The good part was that this presented a very unique opportunity to study sirens. Usually, sirens killed anyone who interacted with them, so not much was known about them. Now Logan had the upper hand, second only to Virgil, who had been there longer

He felt bad for Virgil. Virgil had evidently gone through something during his time in the cave, perhaps even just the effects of long-term stress, but Virgil could barely stop trembling even when they were both hidden

Virgil had some interesting hypotheses about why they were being kept, and Logan had to admit that the theories held up well as Logan observed the siren.

Concerningly, Virgil mentioned a second siren when bringing up the idea of sirens being scared. Even more concerning, Virgil turned pale at the mere mention of the red siren, which did not give Logan a lot to work with in terms of what he was actually dealing with.

Virgil constantly looked like he had never slept, which was incredibly impressive considering how much time he spent asleep. Logan thought it must’ve been the effects of stress.

When the Red siren finally showed up, Logan was sharply pulled behind a bush

“I advise you to keep your ears covered and try not to move” Virgil warned him, which intrigued Logan very much.

“I’m just going to get some food, I’ll be quick” he promised, watching Virgil curl up more and press down on his ears.

Logan went to get food, looking at Red intently. It spotted him after a few seconds of movement, both sets of eyes widening before it started shrieking. Logan flinched. So that was why Virgil told him to cover his ears.

Green and Red seemed to start arguing, shoving each other and even biting once or twice.

Logan watched with strange fascination as the sirens fought, and then as the fight immediately stopped as the red siren left. Logan’s ears hurt from the scream, but his brain hurt from the strange behaviour of the giants

He went back to his and Virgil’s designated talking bush and sat down

Virgil was silent for a few moments, while Logan looked out at the dimly lit cave.

“I think they’re siblings,” Virgil offered, strangely tonelessly. Logan didn’t have to ask to know who he was talking about

Logan thought for a while. The thought made him feel oddly nauseous, the idea that his captor had a family. He hadn’t thought about the siren's personal life before.

If Red visited more often, though, he might be able to translate a few words. He was pretty sure that Red had said ‘stop’ several times during the argument, and that would be an invaluable word to know when in this situation. He was somewhat sure that Green was not keeping them out of malice, that being backed up by his and Virgil’s observations of the situation, so he hoped that once he had the words, it would let them go

He shared his thoughts with Virgil, who did agree with the idea, but was worried it might take too long to get every word they needed correct. Logan wondered whether it was worth it, but decided on yes as he looked at just how tired Virgil seemed

It took at least a month and a half (he was pretty sure, anyway; it was hard to tell in the cave) for him to learn how to speak one word. He practised every time that Green was out of the cave. He could understand more than he could speak.

He was going to keep practising, but his vocal cords were not made for their language.

Virgil had bitten the siren a few times, which did reduce the grabbing frequency. Green had never grabbed him as much as he grabbed Virgil. He assumed that it was due to Virgil’s larger stature, and him therefore being less fragile than Logan’s smaller form.

He hummed, trying the word in his mouth again as Green left the cave

Virgil hadn’t been trying to speak, deciding that trying to speak to the giant was not his ‘style’, so to speak. Logan was pretty sure that just meant he was scared, but he didn’t say anything about that hypothesis.

It was a week later that he actually put his practice to the test, as the siren reached through the ‘glass’ to try to bring Virgil out. The panicked and pleading look from his friend was enough to convince him.

He looked into the eyes of the siren as best he could, took a deep breath and spoke

“Stop,” he said in the strange language, before gesturing to the siren’s hand, still looking to grab at Virgil

“Stop,” he repeated

Green’s eyes were all on him as he stood, trying his hardest not to look scared.

It widened its eyes, and those sharp teeth were on display as it started to speak

“What?” It asked, and Logan repeated himself once again, crossing his arms.

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Protego Pt 12 - Vault of Ice

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Fourteen and a foot taller, summer had come and gone without more progress out of the name search. But with height and a new figure Jewel’s body had been cocooning itself into creation, a change Lily on her own also bore through hard growing pains to get to her own statuesque stance nearly half a foot taller than her younger sister. More change physically, only gradually they had inched closer to their prior dynamic while out of school to be a more pleasant duo to be around.

Changes to make the pair all the more alluring for the highly self esteemed first year Gilderoy Lockhart to try and befriend them. Brother to two Squib sisters he tried to make the most of this school he deemed boring by the lower level of skills of his classmates and lessons he found little interest in and desire to work hard in them. He wanted praise, something that he gained little of aside from a few tries to get himself in the house papers, and in that task found himself ridiculous but tolerable to Severus and avoided at all costs by Dolph. So even to failed tries to get the almost Slytherin Lockhart who was almost hat stalled into Ravenclaw just as she was Jewels tried to get him to focus on his studies.

Only enamoring the boy all the more to ways he could copy her Veela allure to bring more attention to himself. Starting with notes on new ideas for special shampoos to make his wavy golden locks all the more suited for a would be celebrity and Wizard of great renowned aimed to be the youngest Minister of Magic ever. Even if he paid little mind to urges to study the eleven year old was in his own mind thriving in the right circles in school to aim him to fame with fellow theatrically minded students encircling Jewels and the confident older boys who did tend to flock after Lily.

Sure enough less chances to get near to the object of his obsession gave way to more time for no good, and that same annoying Dolph alongside an annoyingly conceited redhead named Patricia Rakepick had set something loose in the school. Four vaults as old as the school were one of the rumored hidden dangers many barely stomached whispers about them. The topic Patricia had been hounding Dumbledore and Professor Binns about since her first day to put some effort into finding them. Not just dangers untold but treasures alike were hidden within the three vaults. Some alleged that the vaults housed priceless treasures such as gold, prophecies, and other powerful magical artifacts dating back to before the school was founded, while others believed they contained Dark Magic. The Vault of Ice, Forest Vault, and the Vault of Fear, the first of which Patricia claimed to have been opened.

A sickness of unknown proportion had been let to run wild. One that turns people gradually to ice. Symptoms made easy work for Severus to hunt down an old potion in a decaying book he had copied in his first year for safe keeping and future use that was potent even in the first dose against the sickness while others took the preventative potion to keep from getting sick.

Lily was sick, as were all of Gryffindor students and half of the Ravenclaw students, including Lockhart. Those in the dungeons seemed safest and farthest from air current travels due to the maze of halls their dorms were hidden by. And here Jewels was singing to a massive Ice Bird that was clearly behind the beams of creeping ice and air. Down into a puffy mess of feathers the softly cooing creature curled up humming to the tune Jewels was singing, falling asleep.

Dragon, terrifying, powerful. And friends with an Ice Bird? Out of a secret door like a long snake the furry scale and crystal coated body of the Dragon moved to lift the sleeping bird and bring them inside that secret room that sealed again signaling the end of Jewels’ song.

“Jewelia?” Flitwick broke the silence, having joined the other Professors who heard a student was seen by a ghost racing here from the staircases above. She had come here to sing, and now just stopped as a formerly unnoticed open door Nearly Headless Nick was unable to enter alongside Professor Binns had shut taking its mysteries with it. “What did you see?” he asked curious if her Morpher eyes had found some glowing symbol or hidden warning somewhere to come and sing here.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t see that giant ice spitting bird and that Dragon.” She replied, having to detail exactly what she saw, including sketch copies as best she could manage of their appearance, then said in a pleading tone, “Can, we not tell people, I’m seeing giant invisible things now too?”

Minerva was the one to answer that, “Naturally, you have supplied us all the necessary details. No one else need know unless this happens again and we require your assistance.”

Hagrid asked, “What gave you thought to sing to them?”

And she gestured to Flitwick, “Professor Flitwick said my first year music calms creatures. The bird at least seemed upset.”

“Fair assessment, useful as well.” Flitwick said in a chipper tone.

“Fifty points to Ravenclaw, sharp thinking, Miss Evans,” Professor Sprout stated confidently.

“And ten,” Flitwick added making the adults and ghosts look his way. “For a masterful choice of music.” Accentuated with a nod the Professor shifted a hand to guide the young girl towards the Hospital Wing to get the limp in her left foot checked.

“I’m not going on a date with you, James!” Lily was heard exclaiming across their bend of the student filled beds.

“Oh come now, life is clearly short. No time to waste.” He tried to say smugly.

“You just hexed Kyle over there for no reason at all, why would I date a bully like you?”

“It was not for nothing, he made a comment about my pajamas.” James blurted out the pathetic excuse for his presumed well deserved justice.

“That is so pathetic,” she responded.

“He is irrelevant, we should talk about us and our date at Hogsmeade this weekend.” Accenting that with a swat of his hand to the side, “It’s fate, we woke up so near to one another.”

“There’s a Muggle word for people like you.”

“Charming,” cockily grinning back at her.

“Sociopath.” She replied plainly.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?”

“Someone who has no empathy or care for others, normally flagrant narcissists who target, torture and kill people they deem lesser than themselves.” His jaw dropped and she continued, “If you think for one minute I am dating someone who treats other people the way you do and saddling myself to some abusive self obsessed jackass you are obviously not competent to be a student here.”

Shouts ensued in a failed try to get her to think otherwise silenced by Madame Pomfrey who brandished her wand to charm the curtain around James’ bed that was now encased in a silencing charm.

Down another bend of the Hospital Wing Sirius lay unconscious still under the drowsy effect of the antidote that saved his life, and body from turning into an icicle. Barty on the bed beside him tried to not do more than snicker at Jewels who was levitating gummy lizard candies with her wand in a stack onto Sirius’ forehead. Clearly the sleeping teen was waking in the settle of the red lizard, and Regulus at the foot of his brother’s bed grinned. Levitating his own choice of a blue lizard that wiggled on the way over to the stack.

“What is on my face?” Sirius asked at the next snicker from Barty.

“Lizards, I’ve nearly got ten on my side of the stack.” Regulus answered in the task of carefully settling his lizard on top of the other wiggling treats.

Up to his face Sirius moved a hand to grab off one of the lizards knocking the stack over Jewels and Barty reigned in the scurrying treats they all split up, the former taking a bite of the wriggling orange lizard. His eyes focused on Jewels whose wrapped foot was propped up beside Sirius’ knee while she reclined in a chair beside his bed. “What happened to your foot?”

“Took a stumble on the stairs, just twisted it, nothing serious.” His eyes still stayed fixed on her. “Professors gave the all clear, classes start on Monday, only a few people won’t be returning to class, but school should be back to normal.”

“Did you pick to sit here?” Sirius asked and she shook her head.

“Only spare seat and Lily and James were shouting over an hour back when I got here. Sevy is still working on some more potions and you have another dose for your feet.”

“Does he get a chair?” Sirius asked teasingly, “If you got the last one?”

“He has three chairs to choose from.” She joked back.

“Hmm, and yet they placed you by me.” Sirius teased back with a spreading smirk, “Someone is trying to tell you something.”

“Yes, we need more chairs in this end of the wing.”

Tests kept the focus of classes going with recaps on the material for them to get the students back on goal. Two students out of the hundreds still seemed to be missing out of the mix. But much like how James and others of well off families had been punished pitifully Dolph and Patricia had been punished and cleared to be let out with the other students after the latter duo had been told to not do it again.

Heavier schedules in classes at least seemed to keep some of the fights from the usual trouble makers who didn’t care about their grades at a minimum. But like always there was a few big fights that set off and ended the year on a sour note for some, alongside some disheartening headlines of a seaside Muggle city that had been found attacked without a trace of why.

A mark of a build in power that over the first week of summer had Sirius leave his family home to go and take up the Potter’s offered spare room to get out of the suggestion from his mother to get in contact with the Dark Lord’s followers. He couldn’t take up the option at all for how he knew Jewels was afraid of Riddle finding her or who she was born to. He would do all he could to not put her in risk or draw attention to her from them in any way. But he did agree with Regulus’ plan to slip in as double agent.

Sirius would still daily take the bus to work around the theater to work with Alastor as a last means of defense in case something went down there. Surely his cousins were aware of a hunt for birth parents, but like the rest of the school just knew there was a chance of a new relation to one of the oldest and widest spread Sacred 28 families out there.

Though much like in school when tempers would rise up and a week in Sirius would find the Potter house locked. Then he would make his way to a new address. Not helped by the loving Potter parents, who out of desire to keep their only child happy caved to his each and every whim, even when it meant booting Severus to the curb without so much as a bit thumb his way.

Burned off the family portrait, Sirius’ cousin Andromeda had taken up a townhouse in London. Ample room and a friendship between the two already gained Severus the basement to make his own so he wouldn’t have to go home this summer while Lily traveled abroad to spend time with distant relations and Petunia explored a few of her university options for the next semester. Alongside the new address came the reasoning for the expulsion from the family tree, who she had chosen to be in a relationship with, Ted Tonks who seemed dead set on marrying her and knew all too well from her how aggravated the bond with James could get.

All Sirius had to do was knock and the door opened to reveal the lanky dark haired teen in need of a place to sleep and Ted grinned at him. “Blinky,” he said calling the House Elf who had been hired by Andromeda, “Go fetch Sirius’ things from the Potter residence and take them to his room.”

“I, have a room?” Sirius asked and Ted nodded his head to the side showing him in and up to the second floor, “We have the back of the main floor, and this one here is yours.” Decorated to close to his usual style by tips by his cousin, Sirius hugged Ted when he said, “All yours, every summer and break, no fights or sudden evictions.” But he pointed at Sirius, “But for the love of Merlin if you pour anything on my Unicorn’s Folly downstairs I will turn everything you own pink,” making Sirius chuckle, “Me and Clint are out to see who can make the stubborn plants sing first and I got it humming yesterday. No one touches it.”

“Agreed.” Sirius said to the pop of Blinky who arrived with the first bundle of belongings James had locked inside the guest room and left again to go and fetch the rest of the untidy mess made in dressing for the day with Jewels that morning. “Thank you.”

“Well, Andromeda heard you might be getting burned off too, and she could use some family, got a room for Regulus too, and Remus, if he’s up for it. Severus keeps mentioning some potion they’ve been testing together, would make for an easier time with that.”

Pt 13

#Marauders Era #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Remus Lupin #Barty Crouch Jr #Patricia Rakepick #Dolph #Giant Ice Bird #Crystal Dragon #Vault of Ice #Madame Pomfrey #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black Pining #Professor Flitwick #Professor Sprout #Minerva McGonagall #Andromeda Black #Ted Tonks

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