#sirius deserved better

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Do you ever think about the fact that Sirius Black was so mentally strong that despite being imprisoned in Azkaban for 12 years; 12 years basically in solitary confinement because he’s hardly chatting to the Voldy crowd; and we are told he was ONE OF THE MOST HEAVILY GUARDED in the entire prison - despite all this, During Fudge’s visit to Azkaban, Sirius casually asked if he could have Fudge's newspaper (since he missed doing the crossword), which the unnerved Minister handed over?

Because I do.

And do you ever think about the fact that despite surviving 12 years of hell, then other stuff like eating rats in a cave and risking getting his soul sucked out by Dementors, the only time we see Sirius Black in a bad way is when he is stuck in Grimmauld Place for the first time since he ran away as a 16 year old. Stuck there reliving old memories and old losses and unable to help Harry (his whole raison d’être), drinking and low in mood. He gives Buckbeak his mother’s old room (does he want Buckbeak to ruin it or an excuse to go into it, Probably both) and leaves Regulus’ room completely untouched, unchanged, like a shrine to his ‘idiot, too soft’ baby brother?

Because I do.

[my-castles-crumbling]

In celebration of the "Disney hug rule" being all over my tiktok:

Headcanon that Euphemia Potter has a rule that when someone hugs her, she doesn't let go until they do.

So when Sirius meets her for the first time, and finally feels what a mother's hug is really like, and then she doesn't let go?

He fucking bawls, man.

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

don't wake regulus

don't wake regulus

Y/n can't sleep so she wonders down to the dungeons in search of her favorite Black brother

Warnings and such: pretty fluffy, angst if you squint maybe? Short but cute because I miss Regulus Black :(

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My knuckles met the wood door and regret filled my body instantly. I shouldn't have come down here- my inability to sleep and desperation to not be alone wasn't his problem. I sighed, hearing the lock turn over and the door being to open.

"Crouch, I swear if you-"

Standing before me, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he squinted against the hall light was a just awoken Regulus Black. His hair was askew and pajamas hung on his body loosely- everything was big on him. His voice was raspy as he spoke, my presence before him in the middle of the night catching him off guard.

"Y/n? What's wrong?"

"I...I'm sorry, Regulus," I hung my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had come down here at all. This didn't seem like a bad idea a few minutes ago. "I shouldn't have-"

"Come on," He yawned, eyes closing as he opened the door wider.

I stepped in and watched as the darkness encased the room once more, the only light was the reflection of the moon on the lake which pushed its way through the windows on the far end of the room. I followed Regulus back to bed, hesitating before climbing under the covers with him.

"Reggie I-"

"Are you safe?" He interrupted, arms wrapping around me tightly before nesting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Yes?"

"We can talk about it in the morning then."

"Okay," I chucked, settling into the sheets and his arms.

I'm not sure how long I had laid there, but everything in me was saying that Regulus was asleep. I didn't mind...even if I still couldn't sleep, at least I wasn't alone. I sighed, mostly content as I turned over in his arms. I couldn't see his face, but allowed my hand to wonder up and down his side and what expand of his shoulder I could reach.

"Y/n?"

"Sorry!" I whispered, fingers stilling on his hips.

"If you wake me up again, I'm going to kill you."

I knew he was joking but I could feel my cheeks heating up. I shouldn't have come down here, I thought to myself. Regulus' thumb and forefinger fumbled for my chin before tipping my head up slightly and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Seriously though, go to sleep!"

"Yes, Reggie." I rolled over again with a smile. He squeezed me tightly and mumbled something that sounded like an I love you from where he laid behind me, but I must have just dreamt that...right?

Right?

[startanewdream]

This is one of the saddest quotes in the books imo. Fudge talks distractedly about a guy who was wrongfully convicted, manhunted for years, and is treated as just a side thought.

[marauderswolf22]

Sirius: i hope our kids will have your eyes Remus: awww that's cut- Remus: sirius, how do you want to make kids? Sirius: i didn't think I'd have to explain it, but okay Sirius: when two people really love each other...

[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

"Happy Father's Day, you idiot." - A black brother's au

Sirius is a good older brother. Regulus lets him know. || Black Brothers fluff with a serving of angst to elevate, said fluff. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR. — feat. a basic ass Father's Day mug. As reg would like to say, it's symbolic.

@rizzulusarcturizz babe, this fic was written for u. I know this is a very short piece but i was working on it every day little by little and i was thinking if i couldn't get this finished during your birthday week, then this had to be done before November. I love you 🫶.

The day of, Regulus gifts Sirius a Father's Day mug. He's laughing before he knows it because what a Grade-A dig on their father; he was proud absentee parent on good days and an enabler during the worst ones. Count on Reggie to be a petty motherfucker. Sirius takes the mug from Regulus and thumbs over the printed words, 'to the best dad always, a yearly reminder: I love you'.

Huh. Bit odd. Words a little too warm. But he gets the vision!

He tells his brother, next time, he'll get the two of them Mother's Day mugs and drink good wine with it — to celebrate their lives lived blissfully, away from her royal wretchedness.

Although at this, Regulus gives him a look of frustration and says, no.

His laugh peters out a little but the mirth doesn't leave his face. "Okay. Then what's this for, all of a sudden?" he asks playfully. Quite a weird jig Regulus is trying to pull but he waits for the punchline.

His brother looks at him, eye twitching, obviously willing him to understand what Sirius, frankly, has no chance of understanding. Coming to terms with having to provide an explanation instead of his expectant glares,

Regulus crosses his arms and turns his head away, sniffing haughtily. He says he'll only tell Sirius this, this one time and if he ever brings it up again, he'll find himself brotherless and 'now what good will that be?' he tells him all business like.

"You practically raised me, Sirius."

Oh.

Oh.

He blinks once. He blinks twice. There's a Regulus-blot in front of him, right in line with an oh-so familiar prickling sensation, of his eyes welling up with tears. Truthfully, he wants to punt his brother across the room. But he's only able to grip the edge of his kitchen island, mind a mess, scrambling to come up with a response.

Who said he was emotionally ready to hear this from Regulus?

He's still holding the mug on his other hand with a white-knuckled grip. Sirius isn't sure he can look at the words printed on it after Regulus' confession, not without dropping down on the floor and having a good cry in his kitchen. With the strange floaty way he feels and the soft ringing in his ears — he considers the possibility that maybe he's shot right out of his body.

He's a Black, loathe as he is to admit it. He's not made for emotional heart-to-hearts with his brother. Those stay during the night, as they cling to each other, chasing away memories of the past. For when they wake each other up from their own nightmares. They stay behind closed doors, whispered to each other when one of them's barely coherent, too busy blinking the horrors away from behind their eyelids. These emotional confrontations were for when Sirius was 19 and Regulus was 17, knocking on his apartment door — when reassurances spilled from his lips, letting his brother know that it didn't matter how long it took him to come home. That they both waited. That Regulus finally came and Sirius was there. Like they promised.

And they always continued as normal.

They don't do this. This— this whole, thing, that Regulus is doing right now... during the day. When the sun is up and they can see both their faces clearly. When the situation doesn't call for it!

Sirius feels like a thousand moments have passed and barely any at all.

He's barefoot in his own kitchen, halfway through his lunch. He can just about hear the neighborhood dogs barking from right across the street. There's food saved for his brother in the fridge and— and— Sirius Black, simply wasn't expecting this from Regulus, fresh off a date with his mate.

They were supposed to get gifts for Monty.

"I don't think I ever told you," Regulus says.

And this snaps him right back, attention singularly focused on his brother. Despite his panic, Sirius, smugly he observes that his brother looks like he's willing the gods to smite him down. But the little fucker, despite the both of them having physical reactions to what he's doing, plows on.

"Some part of me wants to scream knowing you say the harshest things to yourself when you think you aren't doing right by me." Regulus looks at him just as he softly says, "I hate what you do to yourself because of me."

Sirius wants to tell him it's because his one true fear is fucking this up. Hurting him. Not being there for him. Because he's his little brother. He's all his. He's all he has. He can't fuck it up. His mouth remains stubbornly shut but he's shaking his head, already refuting his brother.

"No, Sirius— you can't keep doing this to yourself," Regulus sharply exhales, "You're not allowed to do this especially when it comes to me. You aren't perfect, neither am I to you, but you're the best I've got. You always were even when we were kids. You still are, right now. And I think you always will be.

"Brother, mother, and father. That's you, Sirius. All my love came from you."

All my love came from you.

Sirius feels incredibly full.

"You were the one telling me to eat my greens. You were the one putting on my shirts for me—holding my hands and guiding them, one by one, through the shirt holes—when I was too young to put them on myself. You were the one who came when I had nightmares. When I was sick, it was you rubbing my back and brushing my hair away from my face."

How could he not? Sirius loved Regulus before he was ever born. Can't quite prove it yet, just as Reg likes to point out when he tells him, but it's true. Regulus has always been his.

His little brother shifts to look down at the floor. At the space between them. He's wearing Sirius' new shoes he's been hiding spitefully from him. Of course his rat brother sniffed them out, he thinks — sickly fond. Regulus isn't fast enough for Sirius not to see the way his eyes struggle to hold tears that Sirius' has long failed at doing so.

"Reg," he says helplessly.

"Thank you for being my entire family. I was never unloved. I was always cared for. And you gave me a place to run."

All at once, it's unbearable, the way he's standing where he is, and Regulus is standing over there. He decides that he hates it with a passion and throws himself onto his brother, hugging him like they're at threat of being separated. He loves Regulus so much.

"If you break the mug, I'm punching you in the face," Regulus tells him. With a shaky laugh, Sirius pulls back and sets the mug down with an awkward reverence. As soon as it's settled he grabs for Regulus again.

"I love you so much, you terrible git." He tells his brother, meaning every single word.

Regulus huffs, then proceeds to wrap his arms around his brother. Relishing in the safety and security of Sirius' embrace. At the surety of his affection.

"I only did what they did for me," he tells Regulus. "I wasn't in my right mind the day I left, you know." And his brother nods.

Sirius knows this. Knows how he treated Regulus leading up to his departure. Up 'til the very last moment of their shared experience in hell. That week, Sirius had already made up his mind to leave: he was going to or die trying. He just didn't know how to say goodbye to his brother and more terrifyingly, he didn't know how to ask Regulus to come with him.

So, he got mad. Mad that Regulus didn't know what he wanted. Angry and derisive towards his brother — the brother he raised alongside himself (he was just a kid too) —and in defense, just as Narcissa taught him, Regulus fought word for word. With venom and daggers. All the while alarm and hurt flashing across his face as if to ask, 'why are you doing this?'

But it's been 8 years since then. Sirius has made it a point to talk about the things he has said and done to Regulus. Apologized profusely, not for himself, but for his brother who more than deserved to hear it from him. He knows how big a part he played in the decline of their relationship, he was the one who kept starting them. He still says sorry from time to time. And Reg apologized too, for making Sirius feel like he was wrong about their parents. For blaming him for the split lip he had to keep hiding from his friends. For being dismissive because he thought it would make him stay. And Sirius tells him he was antagonistic because he wanted Regulus to come with him.

What a pair they make. They're the most dangerous apart, even to each other.

"That's why I sent you that letter," he explains, "I wanted you to know that I hadn't left you behind. It took me so long to understand why you didn't come with me that night but trust Effie to sort me right out!"

He places his cheek on top of his brother's head, "More than anything, it was the fact that I could see myself somewhere safe that made me run. It took me so long to realize." Sirius admits.

"I know," his brother says. They've had this conversation a thousand times already.

"When I did, before I could even say sorry for the things I've done — I needed you to know you could come to me," he feels Regulus do the seemingly impossible by wrapping himself tighter around him, "I needed you to know you had an out. That I was waiting, no matter how long."

Regulus pulls away, eyes puffy and tells him, "That's why you're not allowed to rake yourself over the coals, Sirius. Not about me. Not about raising me or being enough." And almost pleadingly he says, "I'm sorry mum and dad always made you feel like you were lesser than. But you have to know. To me? You're everything, Sirius."

And what can he possibly say to that? At this whole afternoon, really, where he feels like he's been caught in a centaur stampede, knowing that at the same time, his chest feels like a garden growing with warmth and hope. With dandelions planted by his brother. Nothing, Sirius concurs.

He can only smile at Regulus, tears falling down as his eyes crinkle.

Regulus scoffs at his barren display of emotion, blushing at the outward sincerity of it. A weepy little git one moment and a snooty bastard the next. Like he wasn't the one giving Father's Day gifts and starting all this mess, Sirius muses. He manages quite an exemplary eye roll as if to put himself above his brother's lowly display of vulnerability.

Regulus does give him a small smile and says,"Happy Father's Day, you idiot."

Sirius really doesn't think he could be any happier.

**wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

If you have the spoons for it, please consider giving this a reblog. It's a great source of motivation and the only effective way for other people to see the things i write :)

[punkharryp0tt3r]

Regulus Black Headcanon

(Sorry that I suck at writing btw)

When Regulus was younger, him and Sirius cuddled whenever they could. Usually, right after Walburga went to sleep after putting the two brothers to bed, Sirius would sneak into Regulus’ room and slide into his bed. And Regulus was usually awake, waiting for Sirius. Unless he had gotten super tired that day and had already fallen asleep.

Sirius would slip into Regulus’ bed and cuddle up to him, and sing him to sleep, or tell him a story. And on the nights Sirius couldn’t sneak into his room, Regulus realized he hated sleeping alone.

In Regulus’ Hogwarts years, Regulus obviously slept alone. Pandora, when told by Regulus that he hated sleeping alone, had stared at Regulus in disbelief. “What?” He had said, getting a bit nervous that Pandora hadn’t said anything. “You don’t have any plushies?!” She had finally said, exasperated. “Well…No, that would look silly in the Slytherin dorms.” But inside, Regulus had actually been quite interested by the thought..

And that day, was the day Regulus got his first plushie, and there were many more to come.

Regulus had a favorite plushie, but he would never say it out loud. (In case his plushies could hear him) And it was a plushie of a fluffy black dog, that was his favorite. (He felt bad about it though, like the other plushies might’ve felt left out) It was his favorite because..

Because it reminded him of his brother.

The dog plushie was a grim, and it reminded him of his brother because the grim seemed big, and fierce, and dogs were protective, and kind, and dogs were amazing.

Like his big brother.

So yes, even through..everything. That plushie was his favorite. Because it reminded him of his brother. And he felt an almost nostalgic comfort by cuddling with the dog plushie, like he was cuddling his brother again.

[adharastarlight]

*The Black Brothers screaming at each other one time after they run to the Potters*

Reg: I can't bloody believe you, connard *slams the door but ends up slamming it on his foot*

Sirius: merde, are you okay ?

Reg: ...I don't know how to slam doors

Sirius: *trying not to laugh aa he pulls him into a hug* clearly, Reggie, clearly

[sliebman10]

Whiskey

Sirius swirled the amber colored liquor around in his glass and took a sip. There wasn’t enough whiskey in the world to make being stuck inside while everyone else got to help the Order worth it. 

“Pads?” He looked up to see Remus peering at him concernedly. “Alright?”

He moved over to make room for Remus on the sofa. “How was guard duty?”

“Dull,” Remus said, huffing a little as he sat down and drew Sirius close. 

Sirius offered him the glass and he took a sip and put the glass down on the table. Sirius leaned his head against Remus’s shoulder and Remus pressed a kiss to his temple. “It’s only temporary, Pads,” he whispered.

Word Count: 116

@wolfstarmicrofic

[made-by-moon]

Reggie,

I am writing to you knowing that this paper will probably be destroyed the second it lands in your hands. Suits me right for burning your letter. But there are some things I need you to know before the war divides us for good.

I'm sorry. For leaving you behind, for isolating myself, for not being the brother you needed me to be. I never thought of you any less after we were separated by the color of our robes. I still saw you as my little brother, my little star, my hope and pride. You may not remember it (I won’t blame you for that), but I miss our meet-ups, on a roof, to watch stars. We were trying to find each other in the sky. I had and will always find you. And I hope that after all of this, you will look for me too.

Even with the possibility of you killing me or being thrown into Azkhaban, I love you. I'll dream about the day when we can sit down once again and celebrate our survival, no matter the cost.

I hope this letter finds you.

Sirius.

[nixnight1]

Another fragment of the one-shot I'm working on (with black brothers angst, jegulus and almost death)

Pt 1

Walburga always loved Sirius the most. Regulus still remembered that era when she used to feel pride because of Sirius' achievements, it ended not only when he was cast in Gryffindor, but when he began to forget his family's teachings and started hanging out with people beneath him. Sirius started answering when he wasn’t supposed to and cut the threads that kept him tied to both of their parents, but especially his mother. Having a male son when Druella could not, having the heir of the Black Family, had done something to his mother, stole her humanity maybe because when Regulus was born with the body of a girl, his mother cried and refused to see him. The Black Family, Blood-Pure Families, tended to do that, destroy women. 

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Someone was asking me did I think Sirius was cunning or had lots of Slytherin traits.

I don’t think so at all.

The Slytherin traits are essentially:

Cunning - this is not the same as intelligence or cleverness. It’s the quality of being astute or sharp in practical matters; the ability to find and pursue the most advantageous course of action, sometimes at the cost of moral compromise. Canny, crafty, weighing up the possibility and deciding based on what’s going to be in your best interests. Someone who is cunning has the ability to achieve things in a clever way, often by deceiving other people. When was Sirius like this? I’ll tell you who is cunning and shrewd, it’s Albus Dumbledore.

Ambition where in canon was Sirius ambitious? If he was he’d have pretended he was a good, obedient son and not run away and gotten blasted off the family tree. He might have stayed on and lied to them all, then if he was also cunning he might have brought Voldy down from the inside. Sirius like this? Nope!

Resourcefulness he’s pretty resourceful fair enough

Pride where in canon is he proud? Pride is a feeling that you respect yourself and deserve to be respected by other people; Pride can also have a negative meaning and refer to exceedingly high self-regard. Sirius is shown as racked with guilt about making Peter secret keeper, doesn’t believe Harry will want to live with him when he offers, didn’t try to leave Azkaban for 12 years because he believed he deserved to be punished for being responsible for the Potters’ deaths. He’s kind and thoughtful to Harry and his friends and to animals. He can be cutting towards others that he dislikes but that’s not pride. He’s rude to Kreacher but it’s not because he thinks he’s superior to house elves but because Kreacher hated Sirius and adored his mother and brother.

Self-preservation Sirius scores -10 points!

Shrewdness as above, not a talent of his

The Gryffindor traits are:

Daring To be daring is to be bold, adventurous - a quality possessed by people who tend to take risks. The fellow who became an animagus as a teenager and risked Azkaban every full moon to run wild with his pack. The guy who joined the Order at 18 to risk his life fighting against the bad guys. “What’s life without a little risk?” Now you’re talking!

Nerve Some common synonyms of nerve are audacity, cheek, chutzpah, effrontery, gall, hardihood, and temerity. While all these words mean "conspicuous or flagrant boldness”. The fella who got millions of detentions with his best mate, who loved breaking rules, who nearly got arrested by muggle policemen for his antics, while wearing a stupid, brazen phoenix t-shirt, who converted a muggle motorbike into a flying machine? The guy who taunted his psychopathic Death Eater cousin? Who told Snape about the Whomping Willow… Ah, yep, that’s him!

Chivalry - polite, kind, and unselfish behaviour, especially by men towards women. As noted above, he’s very much like this to Harry and the other children. He tells Hermione she’s the brightest witch of her age. He buys Ron a present of an owl. He’s caring of Buckbeak, he’s great pals with Crookshanks. He risks the dementors’ kiss to buy Harry his Firebolt and watch him play Quidditch and help him fight Dementors. He was polite to Molly despite the fact she told him he wasn’t there for Harry growing up (when he was innocently imprisoned in Azkaban!!) which was very upsetting.

Courage - courage is taking action in spite of the fear you feel. Standing up to his family, fighting against Voldemort in the first Wix war despite being outnumbered 20:1, fighting in the second Wix war to try to protect and save Harry etc etc

Sirius: "What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard that ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter!"

Peter Pettigrew: "You don't understand! He would have killed me, Sirius!"

Sirius: "THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!"

Bravery the quality or state of having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear, or difficulty. It wasn’t just the above, it was also agreeing to live in Grimmauld Place so he could let the Order use the safety of the house, despite the painful memories of a bad childhood and the death of his brother, despite sounding depressed/PTSD/drinking heavily during that part of the book. Resisting Snape goading him for sitting in the house and doing nothing.

“I don't like being back here...I never thought I'd be stuck in this house again.”

😭😭😭

Determination managing to become the first prisoner to escape from Azkaban etc

[my-castles-crumbling]

answer - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 199 - suggestive but not explicit

"Top or bottom?"

It started innocently enough. A shared spliff between friends. A casual game of "This or That" between drags.

Except it wasn't innocent.

More and more, now, Remus had felt this....this something between them. Tension. A dare to do something more. To act on the heat that he was pretty sure they both felt pool in their spines when around the other. TO cross the carefully-constructed line of friendship they'd built over the years.

So, when it was Sirius's turn to speak, and he so casually asked, "Top or bottom?" Remus was not sure how to answer in a way that saved any shred of his dignity.

"I--what? Erm--"

Sirius threw him a look of amusement as his lips curled into a smirk. "C'mon, Moony. Like on a bunk bed. What do you prefer?"

"Oh!" Remus gasped, letting out a breath of relief. "I...I like the top, I guess."

But Sirius sent him a look of such implicit seduction that Remus almost groaned around the thin joint perched in his lips.

"Good. Because I think I'd like to be on the bottom."

And fuck, Remus was pretty sure they were not talking about bunk beds.

[lobey-scribbles]

Can I please request a fic with post-Azkaban Sirius Black where he’s really happy during Christmas in OoTP and celebrates with his wife (the reader) the Order and the kids?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i really hope you like it :)

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Grimmauld Place’s First Merry Christmas - Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

summary: Sirius Black had largely considered Grimmauld Place to be the most miserable place on Earth, second only to Azkaban itself. So when, for the first time in his life, he feels genuinely happy there, surrounded by his loved ones, he can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude.

word count: 1.2k

themes: FLUFF

warnings: none

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The radiance of the fire and the joyous laughter of his friends enveloped Sirius Black as he leaned against the mantelpiece, watching the snowflakes dance in the glow of the street lights outside. He took a sip of his mulled wine, relishing in the spices that tingled on his tongue.

As he enjoyed his quiet moment, Sirius couldn't help but overhear the boisterous conversation happening across the room between Mad-Eye Moody and Mundungus Fletcher.

"Oi, Dung, keep your eyes off the presents under the tree," Moody grumbled, his magical eye fixed on the thief.

Mundungus let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting towards the twinkling Christmas tree. "Who, me? I was just admiring them from afar."

Arthur Weasley chuckled at the exchange, "You know, Moody, maybe we should put someone on watch duty for the night. Make sure he doesn't try anything."

Mundungus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but before he could protest, Bill Weasley spoke up, "Maybe we should let him have one present as a reward for being such a good boy this year. After all, he’s not been chucked into Azkaban just yet."

Laughter erupted around the room, and Sirius couldn't help but join in. He was surrounded by his loved ones, and their playful banter was just another reminder of how lucky he was to have them.

His eyes then settled on you, who was sitting on a plush armchair by the fire, lost in thought as you observed Fred, George and Ginny‘s antics as they played a particularly competitive game of exploding snap. Sirius smiled softly, admiring how beautiful you looked in the warm glow of the firelight.

He walked over to you, taking a seat on the armrest of your chair,

“I could feel you staring, you know.” you remarked, playfully

“Can’t I appreciate my stunning wife on Christmas Eve?” a smirk played at Sirius’s lips, “You know I can’t help myself when you’re around, darling,” he responded, as his fingers traced your back lightly, his eyes still transfixed on you, causing your heart to flutter rapidly.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked, regaining your composure and taking his hand in yours.

"Just enjoying the moment," he replied, candidly.

Sirius couldn't help but feel an overwhelming gratitude that fuelled his entire body, for being alive and surrounded by the people he loved. He looked around at the members of the Order who were gathered in the room, all chatting and laughing together.

"Merlin, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd hear jubilation in this house," he joked, nudging your shoulder lightly.

You chuckled softly, gazing lovingly at the gathering of all their friends. "It's amazing how much things can change, isn't it?"

Sirius nodded, smiling at her. "Yeah, it is. And I'm so grateful for every moment we have together."

You turned your head to look at him, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Me too, Sirius. You have no idea how much you mean to me."

Sirius leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I think I do," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

At that moment, Lupin approached you both, a warm smile spread across his face.

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” he teases, taking a seat on the armchair next to you.

“Oh, nothing much.” you replied, playfully nudging Sirius, “Just relishing in the Christmas spirit.”

“Don’t think we’re the only lovebirds here if I'm not mistaken.” Sirius said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Could have sworn I saw you and Tonks snogging in the hall earlier.”

Remus chuckled, though his face had gone slightly pink. He took a sip of his own mulled wine. “Well, it's good to see you both so happy. You deserve it, after everything you've been through.”

Sirius nodded, a sombre expression crossing his face for a moment before he shook it off. He sighed, “Yeah we do. And I'm glad we have all of you to celebrate it with.”

The three of you chatted for a while, Sirius and Remus reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts. “Remember the time you and James levitated all the furniture to the ceiling in McGonagall’s office?”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter, “Oh, she was livid! But it was worth it just to see Minnie’s face when she walked into her empty office.”

“Yeah, but if I remember correctly it was up to me to get you both out of detention.”

“Yeah, we were a pair of right little terrors. We needed you, Remus, to keep us out of trouble.”

At the mention of James, Sirius’s eyes fell on Harry, Ron and Hermione who were joking and chatting amongst themselves in the corner of the room. A wave of happiness crashed over him. It meant everything to Sirius to know that despite the danger they faced, Harry was still able to find joy in these small moments and just be a teenager.

“Hey, you lot!” he called out, gesturing for them to come over. “Why don't you join the old folks for a couple of drinks?”

The trio grinned and made their way over, settling themselves on the floor by the fire.

As the night began to wind down, one by one, everyone began to make their way up to bed, saying their goodnights and exchanging heartfelt hugs and kisses. You had gotten up to make your way to your bedroom too, when Sirius wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back to the armchair.

“Sirius- it’s nearly midnight!” you let out a gasp of surprise.

“Just stay here with me a little bit longer,” Sirius pleaded, his eyes locking onto yours. “I don't want the night to end just yet.”, peppering gentle kisses down the side of your neck.

A blush began to dust your cheeks, unable to ignore the way his lips burnt into your skin, “Alright, but only for a little while.”

Sirius sighed contentedly, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth of each other's company.

“You know, I never thought I'd be able to celebrate Christmas like this,” Sirius spoke up, breaking the silence. “With you, Harry, and all our friends. It's more than I could have ever hoped for.”

You ran your fingers through his curls, smiling softly. “I'm just glad you're here with us, Sirius. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Sirius lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glassy with emotion. “I am happy, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Happier than I've been in a long time. And it's all because of you.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed all the love and gratitude that Sirius had felt in his heart. When you pulled away, he smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Come on, let's go to bed,” you said, standing up and pulling him with you.

As you made your way up the stairs, Sirius's heart felt as though it had swelled about ten times its size. He had found happiness after all those years of despair and loneliness.

As he climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close, he knew that he had everything he needed right here in this moment : his family, his friends, and the love of his life. And for the first time in a long time, he felt truly content.

[reggies-fake-horcrux]

Sirius "what if my little brother thinks my leaving was wrong? I'm so high, I can't look down, left my past on the ground. think I'm more alive somehow." Black

[your-local-nerd-0405]

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black Pt1

Next on the list is by far the most known family as well as the largest which is why i'm splitting this into multiple parts. The Black family colors is black, green, and gold and their Hogwarts house is of course Slytherin. Their family motto is Toujours Pur which is French for always pure. Despite popular belief there is nothing in their family line that would lead us to believing they are French. I know we all wish they were and I too blush like a highschool girl at the thought of Sirius flirting with Remus in french or Regulus only being nice to James in french. Don't worry you're not alone.

The family experienced their "rise to fame" after the fall of the House of Gaunt. They were still pretty well respected within wizarding society before this, but weren't really considered "royalty" until what was thought to be the end of the Gaunt's male line.

The family tree is located in the drawing room of the family's town house in London called Grimmauld's Place. The tree is bordered with gold trim that has the words "En stirps nobilis et gens antiquissima Black" repeated on it, which translates to " A noble and ancient Black race". The family is known for having pitch black hair and pale skin. Along with that they are known for their rather extreme views on blood purity and their long history of incest. Due to the long history of incest members of the noble house of black are not known to live for a long period of time, and often times are very sickly. However despite their sickly health they are known to have strong magical cores and are skilled in many different forms of magic.

It is unclear as to whether or not Grimmauld's Place is the family's primary residence but I imagine that due to the family's extensive wealth (and willingness to flaunt said wealth) they have a manor much like the Malfoy's do.

The Black's are known for their numerous traditions and my favorite tradition that they have is their naming tradition. All members of the Black family have a star related name and sometimes when a person marries into the family they will change their name to match this tradition. The female members will often still stick to this tradition when marrying and having their own children.

It is no secret that the Black family has very extreme Blood purist views and where avid supporters of Voldemort however despite this only 3 members out of the many Blacks family members alive at that time where actually Deatheaters.

The family's reputation took a huge hit after the first wizarding war and the last name Black no longer held any power. People in the wizarding world begin to regard them as a family full of mad people, and in 1994 the last bearer of the family name, Sirius Black, was killed by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black effectively putting an end to the noble and most ancient house of Black.