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Marching on Marauders

(I do not own Remus Lupin, Sirius Orion Black, or James Potter. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers Studios. If this isn't your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move along. Reader discretion is advised)

TW: Mention of character death, Mental illness, hallucinations, panic attack, fear, pain, dismemberment.

WC:10,521

1st week Sirius- Out of Azkaban 2nd week Remus- Full Moon Medic 3rd week James- Quidditch practice (all Characters are in their adult form.)

Sirius Orion Black Surprise.

October 31st, 1981 The news hit the pair of you like a truck, your best friends James and Lily Potter had been murdered by Voldemort. You and Sirius arrive there as quickly as possible on his motorcycle, feeling the wind through your hair and whip against your jacket with how fast Sirius drove through the streets, feeling a sense of urgency as you wanted to see for yourself that two of your best friends weren’t dead, gone from this world. They couldn’t be, right?

You hugged Sirius tighter and rested your head on his shoulder as he kept driving. You looked up, taking in the smell of the warm summer night and feeling the disturbance in the air as, Sirius slowed his bike down as the both of you arrived at Godric’s hollow, only to see the house that the Potters once lived in now a pile of rubble, and Hagrid was standing amid the ruined house holding a wailing bundle in his arms that you instantly recognized as Harry. Your heart sank as you heard your godson screaming in the half-giant’s arms. In one swift movement, you got off Sirius’s bike and ran over, entering the demolished remains of the house.

“Y/n. James and I are expecting a child.” You heard Lily’s voice ring in your ears as you stood amongst the rubble, remembering the day that Lily and James told you, Remus, Sirius, and Peter that they were going to have a son. You walked into the area where the kitchen once stood, shutting your eyes again as more memories came flooding back.

“Lily and I were talking, thinking of who we’d trust if anything were to happen to us and we came to a decision, we would like to ask if you and Sirius would be the godparents to our son, you know, in the case that anything happens to us.” You heard James’s voice ring through your mind when he pulled you and Sirius into the kitchen the same day that the revelation of the pregnancy happened. Tears pricked your eyes, now realizing that you couldn’t embrace your best friend to hug him again, have him reassure you that everything would be okay and everything would return to normal. You opened your eyes when you felt Sirius’s hand on your shoulder, turning when Harry’s cries finally fell on your ears again, pulling at your heart as all you wanted to do was take Harry in your arms and take him back to Grimmauld Place with Sirius, protecting him from all the bad things in the world and raise him as if he were your son.

“Dumbledore wants him to go to his aunt in Surre,” Hagrid speaks, drawing your attention to him. You shook your head and reached for the tiny bundle in his arms that was thrashing about and reaching for you, making your heart shatter more. “No. James and Lily made Sirius and I Harry’s godparents if anything happened to them! Voldemort killed them! Sirius and I have every right to take Harry back with us to Grimmauld Place and raise him as our own!” You protest and want to take Harry, who is bawling and reaching for you, away from this nightmare and live with Sirius either hidden away in Grimmauld Place or in your log cabin in the forest behind Hogwarts where no one would find any of you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. Dumbledore’s orders.” Hagrid says and you fall to your knees crying as you watch Sirius lend his motorcycle to Hagrid to get Harry out of there before any of Voldemort’s followers can return to the scene of the crime. Sirius pulls you into his arms to try and soothe you as Hagrid drives off with Harry.

November 1st 1981

You sob into Sirius’s shoulder until you hear movement in the rubble and see a rat scurrying away. Your eyes widened and you flicked your wand at the creature, watching as it turned into the man you knew as Peter Pettigrew. Hunched over holding his hands to his face in fear of facing the repercussions of what he did. You turned when you heard the pops of several Aurors and members of the ministry arrive at the scene of the crime. You noticed Remus arriving along with everyone else. He walked over to Sirius who informed him of what happened. You noticed Peter trying to slip away from the growing crowd, you noticed and chased after him, pinning him to the ground and pointing your wand at his head, hearing him whine and cower as you held him down.

“Did you sell out James and Lily to Voldemort?” You demanded, your voice full of anger and hatred towards the man. Peter whimpered and muttered under his breath. “Speak louder. No one can hear a coward muttering under his breath.” You spoke in a firm tone, Feeling Sirius pull you off the man as Remus and Mad-Eye Moody held Peter still. You shifted your wand from his neck to as right between his eyes, making him stutter even more. Sirius had to pull your arms down, leaning in your ear to tell you to lower your wand and that the Aurors have him now. Remus pushed a whimpering Peter to the group of Aurors that had gathered to assess what had happened that night. Not believing the lies Peter was using to convince the Aurors that he was innocent. Sirius helped guide you over to where the Aurors were gathered so you could give what information you knew to help with the case.

While waiting for an Auror to get your statement, Sirius rubbed your back and held your hand to make sure that you wouldn’t lunge at Peter and beat the living daylights out of the man. Remus came over to the pair of you once Peter had been secured in the custody of the Aurors, under the watchful eye of Alastor Moody, and sat with you as you told the Aurors what you knew about Peter, how you knew that he had been acting more and more suspicious as time went on, not knowing that Peter was directly feeding information to You-Know-Who.

Sirius and Remus reinforced your words, giving what information they knew to the Auror as well. The Auror thanked the three of you and told you to stick around for a bit longer. You bounced your leg in anticipation, wanting to see your former friend, Peter be thrown into the deepest, darkest cell in Azkaban to rot for eternity for selling out his best friend. Or so you thought. Two more times you were asked to give your statement as the minister decided how to convict the man. By the third time you were asked to give your statement again, adding up to four times now, you were irritated, done with this endless circle of repetition.

“You think that Mr. Pettigrew has been sneaking information to You-Know Who? What gives you that suspicion?” The current Auror sat across from you, Remus, and Sirius asked about your suspicions of the rat. “Yes. I do. I have seen him sneaking about dark alleyways and talking with shady people whom we’ve never seen before or knew were destined for an evil path when we went to school.” You explained, Noticing the platinum blonde hair of a certain Slytherin who picked on you and your friends when you all went to school. You were tired of repeating the same words over and over so you stood up, despite Sirius and Remus trying to keep you calm. You had your eyes on where Peter was sitting, looking as if he was planning his escape, you tensed your body up, noticing that Peter was getting ready to bolt since none of the Aurors seemed to be paying serious attention to the matter. No matter what, you wouldn’t let Peter escape this.

You wouldn’t let him escape his betrayal, not if your life depended on it. You kept an intensifying stare on Peter when all of a sudden, while some Aurors were discussing the matter with the minister and Albus Dumbledore who had finally decided to show up, Peter darted from his spot behind Moody, pushing past the ex-auror, through the crowd of other Aurors, and some important members of the Ministry like Lucius Malfoy whom Peter shared a glance with before he ran down the street. You began chasing after Peter with Sirius and Remus at your heels, chasing after the man as you ran down the street, sending offensive hexes and jinxes at Peter before he darted into a busy muggle street. The three of you turned the corner, searching for Peter, but you knew better, you looked to the sidewalk and saw a rat darting between the feet of the muggles before scurrying into an alleyway.

“There he goes!” You called out and led your friends into the alleyway, after Peter. When you rounded the corner, you saw Peter transfiguring himself back into his human form. You approached Peter as you watched him point his wand to his right index finger and sever it off, holding the digit in his other hand before turning to you. You gasped in horror at the dismembered finger and watched as Peter waved to you, Sirius, and Remus as he was backing out of the alleyway to the other end of the street where a bustling crowd of Muggles all dressed up in their costumes for Halloween.

The three of you followed after him, wondering what Peter was up to. You watch as he stands between the crowd of trick-or-treating Muggles, sending out a blast from the tip of his wand so he can get away. You feel Remus pull you and Sirius away from the exit of the alleyway and shield you from the blast. Remus wasn’t going to lose all his friends on the same night. When the coast was clear, you peeked out of the alley to see twelve lifeless muggle bodies, and the only remains of Peter being the severed finger that you saw him cut off only moments before. Your eyes scanned the area for any sign of Peter, only to catch the coward scurrying away in his rat form. You charged in the direction of the bastard but Remus held you back.

“Y/n. Peter is dead. We need to get out of here.” He spoke, gripping your wrist a little harder as you spun around to tell him that you saw Peter in his rat form scurrying away from the scene when the unnerving sound of laughter came from Sirius as he was watching the scene unfold in front of him. Your eyes widened in horror as you thought your husband had lost his mind. Aurors rushed to the scene and began talking with the muggle police officers who had arrived at the scene. Moody came up to you, still trembling from the shock, and told you to keep Sirius at Grimmauld place while a trial was put in place to keep Sirius’s name clear. Mid-November to early December 1981

Faint Christmas music plays through number 12 Grimmauld Place as you stand at the stove, pulling out the last batch of sugar cookies from the oven, and placing them on the stove to cool. You went to the hallway to find Sirius using his wand to place garland and string lights on the banister of the stairs and Remus carrying in a freshly cut tree to be decorated. The three of you had tried to keep some semblance of normalcy after your friend’s death. You wanted to desperately go claim Harry and take him away from his wretched aunt and uncle. But a letter from Dumbledore prevented you from doing so. Sirius’s hand on your waist brought you back to reality. “Cookies smell wonderful, love.” He spoke, placing a kiss on your temple as he kept his hand on your waist. Remus then levitated the tree, carrying it into the living room to give the two of you a moment alone. You were about to speak when there was another knock at the door which Sirius answered.

On the other side of the door was a group of Aurors led by the Minister of Magic herself. “Hello, Madam Minister, How can we help you this evening?” You hear Sirius say as you join him, standing behind your husband as he talks with the minister.

You watched as the Minister held out a piece of parchment like a scroll.

“It is hereby said that Sirius Orion Black is to be put in Azkaban Prison for the crime of murdering twelve Muggles and one Peter Pettigrew over the grief of the loss of James and Lily Potter on October 31st, 1981. He is also accused of associating with Death Eaters as seen with his younger brother Regulus Arcturus Black and cousins Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy, who are all known as Death Eaters and serving the Dark Lord himself. He is to be sent to Azkaban under thirteen life sentences to be carried out consecutively.” She spoke. Your eyes widened and your grip on your husband tightened as you didn’t want him pulled away from you so soon, not after the loss of James and Lily. You heard Remus’s footsteps approach from the back of the house to see what the commotion was.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” He asked when he noticed you visibly shaking with rage that the Ministry would try to take action on a bunch of half-baked presumptions on what the Aurors only saw that night. It filled you with rage that the multiple times you told the various aurors about what you knew to be a fact about Peter hadn’t even been regarded in this accusation. “They are trying to take Sirius away. They think that he killed Peter along with the other muggles that night all because of the severed finger that Peter left and the fact that all the other members of the Black family but Sirius are Death Eaters. It's not fair. They need to give him a trial to prove his innocence.” You said in a hushed whisper to Remus. The man’s eyes widened as he went to hold onto his best friends as the Aurors were trying to take him away. You pulled on Sirius as well, wanting to embrace him, holding onto him, hoping to make everything right. You would fight them with every fiber of your being to keep Sirius here with you and not take him away from you without a fair trial.

Sirius reached out to hold onto you, holding you close and burying his face in your hair. You could tell that he was afraid of dying alone in prison. He pressed his forehead to yours and looked you in the eyes, silently begging for you to not let him rot away in that hell hole the wizarding world knew as Azkaban. You looked up to the small group of Aurors standing behind the Minister, waiting for an order to act. Your eyes met those of the Minister and pulled away from Sirius to talk with the minister, try to bargain with her.

“Please, don’t take him away. He has every right to a trial, a fair one too. He is innocent! He didn’t kill those muggles or Peter! You have to listen to me, Sirius is innocent.” You pleaded with her as Remus stepped up to pull you away and hold you back as the Minister directed the Aurors to arrest Sirius, placing handcuffs on his wrists, and holding him against the wall before they would drag him away. You shook your head in disbelief at the minister who looked at you with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face that made you angrier.

“You may plead all you want, but we won’t believe the desperate protests of his wife. You’re biased to the wellbeing of your husband.” The minister said and flicked her wrist in a gesture to wrap things up and take Sirius off to be booked. You grabbed the minister’s arm. “Please, at least let me say goodbye before you drag my husband off to his death.” You request as you try drying your tears and stare the Minister down with a look of hatred for this wrongdoing. “Very well.” She says and Remus releases your arm You walk over to Sirius, sniffing and trying not to let your tears well up in your eyes again as you embrace your husband for what you think will be the last time ever. You pull away after a few moments and kiss him longingly and passionately as if it will be the last time before you press your forehead to his.

“I will fight with every fiber of my being to prove your innocence. Until my dying breath, I will fight to set you free.” You vow to him. “I know you will. Just remember to care for yourself. We will find our way back to each other in this lifetime or the next.” He spoke, his voice cracking before he left a kiss on your forehead, locking eyes with you as the Aurors guided him out of the house. You burned the image of his form in your mind as you watched the Aurors drag him off to be booked into Azkaban prison for a crime he didn’t commit. You leaned against the front door and sank do the floor, Remus staying by your side and being a shoulder for you to cry on, rubbing your back and whispering words of encouragement as your body shuddered with your sobs as you were mourning the loss of your friends and the loss of your husband, who you thought you’d never see again all in a matter of a few weeks.

July 30th 1993 You had come home from another long day battling the various departments in the Ministry of Magic to prove him innocent and set him free. You had spent almost every waking moment over the past 12 years gathering information on Peter, remembering dates from the first time that Peter seemed to be suspicious to the day that he fled the scene of the crime, learning that Peter had spent a year acting as a spy for Voldemort, feeding him information while still acting as if nothing was wrong, only to find out that when James and Lily were choosing their secret keeper when planning to cast the Fidelius Charm, Albus Dumbledore had offered but James and Lily refused, saying that they were going to choose Sirius and you, then changing their minds at the last minute, choosing Peter at the last minute.

You had tried enlisting the help of Dumbledore to help you with Sirius’s case to hopefully set him free and track down the actual culprit; Peter Pettigrew. You were seething with rage at Peter, that he would betray James and Lily, his best friends whom he so cared about, exposing their location to the very man he knew would kill them, angry that two of your best friends who had been killed in their own home while their child got shipped off to the worst kind of Muggles in existence. Which was a whole other case that you were trying to fight, even just trying to get partial visitation rights to see Harry was a thorn in your side.

You had grown tired of fighting the Muggle lawyers who had been siding with the Dursleys when the information of your association with Sirius who had been titled a mass murderer by then made you even more angry about your husband’s wrongful imprisonment. You just wanted to have your godson close as he was the one thing that had both James and Lily in him. Harry was one of the things that you had left of Sirius as James and Lily had appointed both you and Sirius to be Harry’s godparents in case anything had happened to them. You had left the courthouse where the court would give the final verdict on your custody of Harry.

Your request had been denied because the title that the new Minister of Magic had given Sirius was ‘notorious mass murderer’. This made you chuckle like Sirius did that night all those years ago. You blamed Dumbledore for acting too quickly and taking Harry away from you before you could even have a say in what would happen to him. With the loss of ever having contact with your godson hanging on your shoulders, you apparated back to Grimmauld Place, now being the sole caretaker with Regulus missing and Sirius in prison, you stood in the entryway of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, you dropped your briefcase and pulled your jacket off. You saw Kreacher hobble into the entryway and he greets you.

“How was your day, Mastrum?” He asked. “An absolute waste. The ministry still doesn’t think my word is any good because I’m Sirius’s partner.” You told the House Elf as you kicked your shoes off and wandered into the kitchen, flicking your wand to put a kettle on the stove for some tea.

“I am sorry to hear that, Mistress. You and I both know that Master Sirius is innocent. It’s the filthy traitorous Rat Peter Pettigrew who betrayed the Potters and framed Master Sirius for his crime.” Kreacher spoke as he pulled your favorite teacup down from the cupboard. You sat down at the kitchen table, remembering the many dinners that you and Sirius would have alone, with Remus, or even inviting Lily and James before they had Harry. You even remember seeing Peter sitting in the corner chair, listening, now knowing he was compiling information for the Dark Lord himself. You held your head in your hands as Kreacher poured some tea into the mug and placed the cup in front of you.

“Did any mail come while I was out?” You asked. “Letters from Mr. Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley… Mistress, they worry about you.” Kreacher spoke as he produced the letters still sealed and in their envelopes to you. You took the letters, seeing that they were all addressed to you and were from your friends in the Order. You placed them on a desk to read them later. You drank your tea, leaving the empty cup for Kreacher to clean before going upstairs and opening the door to the master bedroom that you had once shared with your husband. Your eyes looked around the room before they fell on the bed that was normally empty but it wasn’t now.

Laying in the middle of the bed was the sunken form of your long-lost husband whom you thought to be locked away in Azkaban, rotting away with multiple life sentences on his shoulders. His upper half was propped up against some pillows, resting against the headboard, looking paler, a tinge of grey to his skin that made him look on the verge of death from being around the dementors that constantly took his happy memories day and night for twelve years. His eyes were sunken with dark rings that spread onto his upper-cheek bones that were the result of sleepless nights fending off dementor attacks, holding on to what little happy memories he had of you still circulating in his mind. You could see the bones of his collarbone and upper section of his ribcage through his skin from lack of food, his hair was unkempt and matted and he had grown a beard from the mustache he had when you last saw him. It was now unkempt and matted in places. He had more tattoos on his chest and arms than when he was dragged away from you and carried off that night all those years ago. His dark eyes looked tired but he was happy to see you.

“There you are, my love. You’re a sight for sore eyes. I told you that I’d find my way back to you in this life or another.” He croaked weakly and tried to force a laugh out that sounded more like a wheeze than anything. You could see the contempt in his eyes that he wanted to get revenge against Peter just as much as you did but he was too weak to do much more than let himself recover now. You were frozen in place. He shouldn’t be here, he should be locked in Azkaban. Not laying in your bed… unless the rumors were right and you were losing your mind. About six months after Sirius had been taken, you had begun imagining him around the house as if nothing had ever changed. Other members of the Order began growing concerned for your mental well-being when you began telling them about your visions of Sirius as if he was still there with all of you.

This kept up until Remus had you hospitalized at St. Mungos only to find out you were dealing with the stress of being separated from your husband, the stress of trying to get Harry out of the Muggle homes only to be denied any form of contact with him, and growing irritated with the Ministry not listening to you. Especially after you had been hospitalized, told to go to therapy to talk through your feelings about having Sirius gone and the stress of not being able to get custody of Harry, and go on a mood stabilization potion. You were also told to try and lessen your stress, build a support system with the people around you, set a routine that you started by going to the Weasleys on Sunday for dinner, and check in with Remus at least twice a week for your well-being. You were put on a sedative to sleep better and get the hallucinations to eventually disappear. You shook your head in disbelief as you took steps backward to try and run for help as you thought the visions had come back.

“No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening, you’re supposed to be in Azkaban serving out multiple life sentences. You shouldn’t be in my mind anymore, I took the damn medication to make the visions go away! I’ve finally lost my mind seeing you here.” You told him, trying to rationalize why you’re seeing your husband in your bed, pacing the room, and keeping your distance still, only thinking that he was just a vision. Sirius looked concerned at your new and alarming mental state too as he sat forward, reaching for you to come closer. You distracted yourself by holding your hands out between the two of you and looking away, hoping that he would disappear. In the past, before you were medicated, you’d usually ignore the visions or distract yourself with some task in the house until the hallucination ended. This time you weren’t so sure though. He seemed so real, you wanted to believe it but you didn’t want to give yourself another pang of disappointment only to find out that he wasn’t real. You looked back at where he was standing, only to find that he was still there, still holding his hands out to you.

“Darling, please come here. I’m real, I swear.” He spoke with a hint of concern in his voice. You looked back at him, now seeing the worn-down Azkaban inmate uniform hanging loosely from his body and his eyes that were once so full of life, lacking the mischievous glimmer they usually had. They were now dull and full of concern for you. “No. You’re just another grand delusion from stress. You need to leave please.” You tell him, averting your eyes from his form and shutting them tightly, hoping that when you look back at the bed, he’ll be gone, still locked away in his cell in Azkaban.

“I’m not a figment of your imagination. I’m real. Flesh and blood, standing right before you.” He spoke as he climbed off the bed slowly and stiffly before approaching you and grabbing your hands in his, touching your cheek gently, making your eyes shoot open as his touch was real, and not a figment of your imagination that was so desperate for his touch. He put his hand under your chin and lifted your head to match his gaze. You look at him in fear since you are truly afraid that you have gone mad. You let go of his hands, now holding his face in your hands, letting tears fall from your face as you felt the rough texture of his beard and the thin layer of grime on his skin that had built up over the years.

“It is you.” You spoke, your voice just above a whisper. Sirius cried too, tears staining his cheeks as he pulled one of your hands closer so he could kiss it, looking back at you lovingly. “Yes, my love. It is me. I told you I’d find my way back to you in this lifetime or the next. I figured this lifetime would be better than the next.” He spoke and pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before holding you close and not letting go. You eventually guided him to the bathroom to help him get cleaned up while the two of you caught up on twelve years of not being together. As you scrubbed the dirt off his back, he laid his head on your chest, letting you run a hand through his tangled hair. “How did you escape?” You asked as you detangled the knots in his hair.

“I escaped in my animagus form, surprisingly. It was only until a few months ago that I remembered that James, Peter, and I didn’t register ourselves as animagi after we cast the spells and did the rituals.” He told you as he leaned into your touch. You chuckled and began massaging some shampoo into his dark curls. “You could’ve done that years sooner, love.” You told him. “I know, but I was stuck there for so long, the constant torrent of the dementors attacking, stealing all the good memories I had held dear, just gone,” Sirius said with a strained chuckle as held onto you.

“I missed this, Y/n.” He spoke in a quiet tone, almost a whisper. “I know, I did too.” You replied as you cleaned him up. “How’s Harry doing?” Sirius asked.

“He’s doing okay, despite living with Lily’s sister Petunia, her husband, and her son whom they spoil rotten. Hagrid said that Harry was living in a cupboard under the stairs before he went to Hogwarts. He’s now living in a proper room but they treat Harry horribly, Sirius. I tried fighting the ministry to clear your name and I fought the Dursleys to have Harry be in my custody but they used my mental state of seeing hallucinations of you against me, my being hospitalized in St. Mungos which deemed me mentally unfit to care for Harry.” You explained and looked away from him. Sirius cupped your face and looked you in the eyes.

“I know you did your best without me here. I’m proud of you for staying strong for so long, my love. Harry’s only in his third year, yes? That means we still have time, let it be only four years that he can come and live with us of his own choice.” Sirius spoke.

“We have two small issues. You’re a convict and I’m deemed mentally unwell to care for a child.” You told him as you looked down at him, raising your eyebrow at him. “Right, we will work with Dumbledore to get both of us cleared as soon as possible,” Sirius spoke. “We’re gonna have to find the rat first and get him to spill all that he knows.” You spoke as you resumed cleaning your husband. “Do you even have any clue as to where the bastard scurried off to?” He asked.

“Some people are saying that Voldemort’s followers have been gathering in Albania. Also, Percy just so happened to get a new pet rat the following year after everything happened.” You said with a knowing look to your husband. “We can’t act now. We need to secure our place in the world again before doing anything drastic.” He spoke, playing with your fingers as the two of you kept talking, holding each other close. “What do you suggest we do?” You asked as you looked up at him. “We need to lay low until the Ministry clears my name. Whenever they do, that is.” He spoke as he traced lazy circles on your back. “That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past 12 years, Sirius. They seem set in their ways, love.” You told him as you rested your head on his chest, taking in his heartbeat which always seemed to soothe you.

“I know, I’m proud of you for staying strong for so long, my love. But now we need to rest and recover.” He responded. “I still have some money left, my family’s inheritance they gave me. Can dip into the Black family vault if we’re desperate. I am taking up the position of Care of Magical Creatures Professor this year along with Remus taking on the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.” You told him. “Is that so? Do you think you could help sneak me in so I could be with you? I don’t want to spend any more time apart from you again, Y/n. I swear it.” He asked, kissing your forehead again. “I’ll see what I can do, maybe Moony can help too.” You said. “Thank you, darling. I hope I can meet Harry too, who knows?” “That could be an idea, but word will soon spread about your escape and people will do what they can to keep Harry safe. Everyone thinks you’re some dangerous mass murderer.” You told him.

“I know, I know. We will figure things out. But for now, I want to rest in the arms of my loved one and hopefully rebuild on some memories.” He said, his gaze looking a bit far off. “How many happy thoughts do you have left?” You asked quietly. “Not many. Our first date, the first time we kissed when I proposed to you, and our wedding day are the ones I desperately held onto and wouldn’t let those monsters take from me.” He spoke as he pressed his forehead to yours, raising his lean form out of the water and hovering over you.

“Then while we lay low, let’s fill your mind with all the good things in life.” You spoke, sitting up in the bathtub and starting by kissing Sirius. He melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close. “That sounds like a lovely idea.” The end. Remus Lupin

Full Moon Medic. (y/f/n= your first name, L/n= last name)

You were a new professor at Hogwarts, becoming the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher after spending a few years abroad, learning about different magical creatures and even bringing a few back with you and keeping them in a special cove near your classroom, off the little trail that led to your small Log cabin that acted as your office and residence since the Care of Magical Creatures classroom was outside. You were settling into your new accommodations when there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?”

“Professor Lupin. May I come in?” You heard his voice sound. Your house was in a state of disarray as you were settling in making you feel embarrassed that your home was in such a state when you were to receive a guest. “Um… My home is a bit of a mess but please come in.” You spoke as you stored a pile of books on a shelf. The door to your home opened and you saw the professor. He was taller than you, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and scars across his face. He looked around your tiny home, noticing the state of disorder it was in and he gave you a small smile before helping you lift a box and set it on your dresser.

“You’re the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor, aren’t you?” He asked. “Yes, I’m Y/f/n, L/n. You said that you’re Professor Lupin? You teach Defense Against the Dark arts, yes?” You asked as you began unpacking the box into your dresser. “I do. I came by to welcome you to Hogwarts and warn you that things get a little noisy during the full moon around here.” He spoke, handing you a small red box, nodding his head to you, and leaving you to unpack and get settled. You opened the red box to find a brand-new chocolate bar from Honeydukes with a note on top. You picked up the note and opened it. It read:

“When you’re available, I’d like to speak to you privately in my office. I require your help with something regarding our classes.”

You tucked the note away and finished getting settled into your house before getting changed and going up to Professor Lupin’s office in the castle. You knocked on the door to his classroom, waiting for a response.

“Come in.” You heard his voice call out from within the room. You entered and found the man sitting at his desk, filling out some paperwork. You closed the door and walked to the desk, leaning against one of the student’s desks and holding the note out to the professor. “Ah, I see you got my note. I thought that you and I could meet and talk more about how we can coordinate our classes as I wish to enlist your help in acquiring the creatures I want to teach my students about.” He spoke as he stood up and approached you. “Sure what creatures do you need help getting your hands on?” You asked.

“First off, I’d need help locating a Boggart, even if this school has any of them. I’d also need some Grindylows too.” He began, listing off the creatures he needed and by when he would need them. “I’ll do my best to find these for you. I might need your help with the Boggart but I think I can get the rest of these for you no problem.” You told him with a smile. He smirked at you before going back to his desk. “I look forward to it, Y/n. See you around.” He spoke and went back to work.

~~~ You spent the next two weeks gathering up the various creatures like bowtruckles, gnomes, doxies, grindylows, and even a fire crab. You also noticed how Remus seemed to be sneaking around the castle, going out to the Whomping Willow, and even going to the Potions Master, Severus Snape, and receiving a bottle in a brown paper bag for about a week before the full moon. The day of the full moon, you were stopping by the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom to drop off the bow truckles for the next class, you noticed that Remus wasn’t there and Snape was there in his stead. “Thank you Miss L/n, but I do not need your creatures.” He spoke in his monotone voice.

“Do you know where Professor Lupin is?” You asked, hinting concern in your voice. “He is taking a small vacation for his health. His ailment is nothing dire and he will return in a few days. Good day, Miss L/n.” He told you before closing the door to the classroom in your face. You felt a little offended and began your trek back to your classroom in the Forest when you spotted Remus walking out to the Whomping Willow. You tried catching up to him but he was too fast for you to keep up. You trailed after the man, worried for his health as you saw him slip into a passageway under the tree. You wondered where the passageway went but you didn’t want to invade his privacy so you continued to your classroom to return the bowtruckles to their nest.

You returned to your housing just outside the classroom, only to stay up all night worrying about Remus’s health. In the morning, you rushed out of your house and back up the path to the tree and slid into the passageway, finding access to the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted building in all of Britain. You held your wand out in case anything came out to harm you. You whipped around when you heard the pained noises of a beast turning back into a man, seeing that the man transforming was none other than Remus Lupin who was curled on his side, holding himself as he took deep breaths. What had he turned back from? What monster had he turned into during the night? You pulled out your calendar to check the moon cycle and you saw that the previous night had been the first night of the full moon

. Remus was a werewolf and you had just seen him turn back into his human form. Your eyes widened and your breath quickened as you stared at the person lying on his side on the dusty floor of the creaking and groaning shack. Remus rolled over in his nude form and pulled a blanket over himself when he saw you standing there looking at him with a shocked expression.

“Y/n, I can explain.” He spoke as he sat up, staring at you as fear crossed his face. You looked at his bare chest, seeing that some new cuts and scrapes needed to be cared for. You went to his side and pulled out a small first-aid kit from your backpack.

You grabbed it when leaving your house to come and check on your colleague since Snape had mentioned something had ailed him. You opened the first aid kit, pulled out supplies to disinfect his wounds, and patched them up after you pulled a pair of rubber gloves on to protect yourself from getting infected with Lycanthropy. “You know you don’t have to do this, you know. I can just go to my office and use my wand to heal myself.” He spoke as you wiped away the blood from his skin, covering the open wound with a rolled-up bandage.

“I don’t mind doing this. I’ve always wanted to help a werewolf the morning after a transformation.” You told him as you tied off the bandage and cut the excess. He looked at you with fear in his eyes. “ So you figured it out, didn’t you? What gave it away?” He asked as you finished cleaning him up and put your supplies away. “Snape was covering for your class and mentioned that you took ill, I was concerned about your health, so I followed you to the Willow, waited overnight then I came here, seeing the last phases of you turning back into a man from a wolf. I also checked my moon phase calendar. I saw that last night was the first night of the full moon and everything seemed to click into place.” You told him. Remus still looked at you with concern as he pulled his legs to his chest. “I don’t want anyone else to know what I am. Only you, the headmaster, and Snape know about my condition. I’m afraid of my secret getting out to the world and they will see me as a monster. Can I trust you to keep this a secret?” He asked, searching your eyes for any kind of trust.

“Of course. I’ll keep this a secret. You can trust me.” You reassured him as you put the first aid kit back into your pack before pulling out your trusted, well-worn journal that held years of research and information on every magical species you’ve encountered throughout your career as a Magizoologist and opened the journal to a fresh page and looking up at Remus. “May I record my findings on you? I’d keep you anonymous and use my findings for the furthering of academic research on your kind.” You asked.

“You want to research werewolves? Why would you want to do something so dangerous?” He asked, searching your face for any reason why you’d want to risk your life to study werewolves. “IIt'sbecause I find them fascinating and I want the world to know that while Werewolves are dangerous on the full moon, they aren’t a danger otherwise.” You told him. He looked at you with a wonder in his eyes as no one had ever wanted to do that for him before. “Then it's okay if you record your findings on me. You should know that not every case of lycanthropy is the same. Since you wish to research werewolves, I will need to ask you to help me with something in return.” Remus spoke. “What can I do to help you?” You asked, willing to do anything to help your new friend out.

“I require your assistance with the future full moons since I seem to injure myself badly each time and it takes me longer to heal. Are you willing to do that for me? Be my medic?” He asked. “Of course. Do you think I could come back tonight or should I wait until next month to help you?” You asked. “I’d rather wait until next month for you to come help me officially. I will come to your office after this cycle to let you patch me up again.” Remus spoke and laid back on the thin mattress in the corner to sleep off the transformation.

You ran out of the Shack, going through the corridor, and appearing out from the roots of the Whomping Willow. You ran back to your home in the outskirts of the Forest, tucked away just behind the Care of Magical Creatures classroom to write down what you had learned, making up a profile for Remus, calling him “Subject A” in your journal.

A day or two after the full moon passed, Remus did come to your house and let you apply bandages to his wounds again since he had ripped out the previous bandage with his transformations. “There, all patched up. Now I suggest rest until you’re ready to keep teaching.” You told him. “Okay, I will rest since you said I should. I’ll see you at the Willow next month, Y/n.” He told you as he got up and left your house.

The next month’s full moon came all too quickly. On the day of the first transformation, you were rushing around your house, gathering up any supplies you’d need to assist Remus. You refilled any bandages or gauze you might need to mend any cuts or scrapes Remus would get. You also added a needle and thread with antiseptic ointment followed by silver and dittany. After adding a couple changes of clothing, and some toiletries, and placing your worn down, trusted notebook on the top of the items, you zipped up your first aid kit and grabbed your backpack, leaving your cabin, and going to where Remus was waiting for you at the Whomping Willow.

”There you are, I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming.” Remus spoke with a smile. He seemed nervous and a bit stressed. You saw him pacing and wringing his hands together before you approached him. “I was making sure I had everything.” You spoke as you joined him. “Of course, That makes sense. There is one more thing I’d like to ask you before we go in. Are you an animagus? I prefer that the people I allow around me on the full moons can be some other animal so I don’t harm them.” He asked. “Yes, I’m an ursine Animagus.” You reassured him. “Really? That’s fascinating. Are you ready?” He asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” You told him as he led you under the Whomping Willow, into the hidden underground passage, and the Shrieking Shack. Remus let you enter first, allowing you to choose a place to get settled before the full moon rose that night. Remus frowned when you chose to sleep on the old couch on the far wall of the room, under the window.

“You should take the bed. I’m not picky, I’ll take the couch.” He spoke with a hint of insistence in his voice. You then moved your items to the bedroom and went about cleaning the place of the layers of dust that had accumulated. When you went to the common area of the Shack, you found Remus pacing as the sun fell behind the trees. You could feel his anxiety oozing from him as he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. You approached him and gently placed your hand on his arm, distracting him from his inner spiral of thoughts. His green eyes met yours and he seemed to visibly relax when he realized you were with him.

“You seem stressed, Remus. You wanna tell me about it?”

“I miss my friends, you see. They would come to the Shack with me and take on animal forms of their own. All voluntary though. James had guided them through an animagus transformation. Such a complicated process. James had the form of a stag, Sirius had the form of a dog, and Peter took on the form of a rat. Each of them turned into their respective animal when I turned into well… a werewolf.” He explained. You listened to him and rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb as a form of comfort for him, having read that werewolves need emotional support when they transform and to stay with them during the phase of the full moon, realizing why he asked if you were an animagus.

“How long has it been since you’ve been without an emotional support partner?” You asked him, looking into his eyes and guiding him to the couch as night fell outside and the moon began to rise. “It's been years, Y/n. I’ve lost count of how many full moons I’ve spent alone.” He spoke as the transformation took hold and you could see the pained expression in his eyes.

“Y/n, go into the bedroom now and lock yourself inside. I don’t want to hurt you.” He told you, letting go of your hands and gently pushing you away. “Please Go! If not to the bedroom then out of here, I don’t want to hurt you.” Remus held his head as you heard the bones beginning to crack and reshape themselves as the full moon shone through the window. You ran into the bedroom, closing and locking the doors, barring them with the dresser, and adding protective spells to keep you separated from the werewolf. You listened as Remus painfully transformed on the other side of the door before he let out a howl and ran out of the Shack, leaving you alone in the Shack for the time being. You sat on the edge of your bed, pulling out your journal and writing down what you had learned with Remus. Your pen scratched across the page, recording the information on the werewolf you were researching.

“Subject A, aged about mid-thirties has been without a pack or any emotional support system for an unknown amount of time. Today is March 19, 1990, and it is the first night of the full moon, the subject is currently in the painstaking phase of the transformation. It is unknown if the subject has taken the Wolfsbane potion or not but I will advise in the morning.” You wrote in the journal, hearing more howls come from outside the Shack, wondering if Remus was okay.

You went to the window wondering if you could see any sign of him in his wolf form. You did see a pale wolf-like form bounding into the forest which you believed to be Remus. You allowed yourself to relax, writing down some other notes on how Remus had been acting around you before and after his transformation in your journal before you went to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up and pushed the dresser away to open the door and check on Remus. When you opened the door, you were alarmed to not see Remus sleeping there. You pushed out the door open and looked into the open common area to try and find him. He wasn’t on the couch or the mat in the corner. He wasn’t in the kitchen either or on the stairs that led to the passageway under the Whomping Willow. You feared for the worst, pulling your coat on, and grabbing your wand, and first aid kit before rushing out of the Shack and into the Forbidden Forest, finding Remus out cold near the pathway to the Whomping Willow.

You were relieved to see him but he was sprawled out with his face down in the dirt with no clothes on. You rush to his side and cover him with your coat as he begins to stir. You heard him groan and look up to you as you pulled some antiseptic material to clean the cuts and scrapes that had appeared all over his body overnight. “Y/n, is that you?” You heard him ask weakly as he looked up to you. His green eyes looked relieved to see you there by his side. “Yes, it's me. What did you get into?” You asked as you helped him to his feet and made sure he was decent.

“I think I came in contact with several tree branches and a few unluckily placed sharp rocks if my memory serves me right.” He spoke as he blinked his eyes a few times and put his free hand to his head as you led him back into the Shrieking Shack to get him patched up and make sure he was otherwise okay. “What possessed you to leave the Shack, Remus?” You asked him once you got him settled on the couch and into a loose t-shirt and a pair of dark grey shorts to give you better access to the wounds on his skin. You were working on his arm when you noticed a series of scars on his face and you wondered how he got them. “The scars on your face… what gave you those?” You asked as you worked on wrapping some bandages carefully on his arm and tying off the fabric snugly.

“These,” he says as he runs his fingers over his face and meets your gaze. “Are the result of another werewolf by the name of Fenrir Greyback. A foul person who, after hearing my father’s unguarded thoughts on werewolves, attacked and infected me with this dreadful disease. The school built this shack, and the tunnel, and planted the willow the year I came to Hogwarts. Madam Pomphrey would carry me out of the castle each month on the full moon when I was dangerous.” He told you.

“That’s very nice of them. If you don’t mind me asking, what did your father say to make Greyback do such a thing?” You asked as you cleaned other scrapes off and any dirt or germs and covered them with band-aids as needed as you listened to your friend. “My father called werewolves, soulless, evil, and deserving nothing but death. Just before my fifth birthday, Greyback broke into my bedroom, biting me and scratching my face. My father managed to drive him away but the damage was done. I had been infected and I’ve lived with this curse ever since.” He told you.

“I am sorry that happened to you… aAndat such a young age too. You mentioned before that you made friends that had animagus forms too. Tell me more about them?” You asked as you were trying to change the subject to a happier topic as you had finished wrapping his wounds and putting away your bandages back into your first aid kit. Remus chuckled at the thought of his friends. “I did make friends. Only to see James and Lily dead, Peter a traitor, and Sirius thrown in Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit. I have been so lonely for so long, Y/n. I’m glad you’re here now with me. It feels nice to have someone not scream and run in terror at the sight of my…other self and stick around for the morning after. Us werewolves need to have someone to be there when the morning comes since the transformations can be so dangerous.” He spoke and held your hands in his. You held his hands back and looked him in the eyes. You could see the hesitation in his eyes as he wanted to ask you something but didn’t want to seem too forward.

“Remus, you look like you want to ask me something.” You spoke. Remus looked away sheepishly. “You know you can ask me anything, right? I say the same thing to my students as I want to encourage their young minds.” You told him. Remus chuckled at your comment and looked you in the eyes. “Alright… What I want to ask you is if you’ll be my girlfriend. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I didn’t know how to confess my feelings to you.” He spoke. Your eyes widened at the revelation of his true feelings for you and your eyes sparkled. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You spoke. Remus looked a little surprised himself, thinking that you’d reject him because of his condition.

“You’re not scared of me?” “No, I’m not, Remus.” You reassured him, sitting on the couch and letting him lay on you to rest before night two of the full moon. Remus wasn’t alone anymore. He had you, and he couldn’t be happier.

The end.

James Potter Quidditch Practice (This is an Au where he doesn’t die or marry Lily. He’s head captain of a men’s quidditch team after Hogwarts)

“James Potter! You put me down this instant!” You yelled out as James was laughing. You were clinging onto him for dear life as he held you on his broom, only levitating about ten feet in the air. “I won’t let you fall, Y/n. Just hold onto me, I got you.” He spoke as you gripped onto his robes.

“Why did you want to bring me out here? You know I have no interest whatsoever in Quidditch. Even though you’re the Captain of the Nimbus Nomads.” You spoke and gripped onto his robes. “And we came to practice half an hour early to warm up and wait for the rest of the team to come. I also thought that I could show you how thrilling and fun it was to fly on a broom as you seem to always have your nose in a book.” James spoke as he held onto you as he flew to a vacant area of a Quidditch pitch under the stands and hovered with you on his broom, now facing him.

“I quite prefer my books to a risky game where people can get injured or even go missing, not to mention fall or paralyze yourself, James. There’s no bloody seatbelt on this thing.” You spoke as you shifted uncomfortably on his broom with your face all flustered as you were very close to James, who was enjoying being close to you and having you up in the air, hidden under the Quidditch pitch bleachers. He leaned into you, cupping your face, and leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his kiss. James was the first to pull away from the kiss but he didn’t pull away too quickly. He moved the broom to brace against one of the sturdy beams holding up the stands and leaned your back against the pillar framing you in his arms, kissing you again, and making sure you wouldn’t fall.

“Don’t look down, eyes on me.” He spoke and gripped your chin to make you look at him instead of looking down at the ground that was only about 10 feet below you. You looked into his hazel eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again. He moved down to your neck, placing kisses and love bites there as he heard other members of his team arrive on the pitch and begin stretching out. James looked to the green where his teammates were circling up and looking around for him.

“Looks like I must go now, love. Will you stay to watch practice?” He asked as his gaze met yours again. “Of course. I’ll do my best to not keep my nose in my book this time.” You told him and he gave you another peck on the lips before holding you close and flying up to the stands where he helped you off his broom. He kisses you again, earning some wolf whistles and cheers from his teammates. He rolled his eyes and flew down to the circle to lead his team through warmups and some drills once on their brooms. You watched James guide his team through drills, giving out encouragement and reassurance to his friends when they needed it, and snuck glances at you watching him chase after the snitch.

After practice, James walked over to you as you were waiting for him by the parking lot. He was carrying his broom and the case that held the different balls at his sides. He smiled when he approached you, giving you another kiss. “So, is Quidditch boring now?” He asked as he put his broom and ball case into the back of your vehicle. “No, it's not, James. Let's go home and unwind.” You suggested. “I need a shower. The boys put me through the wringer.” He told you as he got into the driver’s side of the car and put the key into the ignition “Okay. What do you want to do for dinner? Get your favorite from that shop down the road?” “That sounds lovely. I bet you’re tired from a long day too.” He spoke as he began driving to the shop to get your favorite foods and head home.You were beginning to love Quidditch after all. The end.

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