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aaronsguccitie · 2 months

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it’s been a long year (and all of our book’s pages dog-eared)

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Despite all your pestering, Remus refuses to use a bookmark. Until you make him one (or several).

Cw: fem!reader, fluff, teenage Remus (sixth/ seventh year), mild damaging of books, use of petnames, no use of yn, soft softness

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: ahh my first time writing for Remus! The brainrot has been too all consuming lately so I just had to write this <3 I’d love to know your thoughts, but please be gentle with me lol :p

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Softening your steps to match the quiet of the library, you turn the familiar corner and find yours and Remus’ usual table by the window, nestled between shelves. Sunlight streams in through the glass, illuminating the various books on the table—half the library’s contents, it seems.

The thick tomes are in one of two states: either spread open with folded, spare bits of parchment between the pages, or flipped upside down on the table, still open to mark where Remus left off. He’s sitting in the chair tucked further in, his back resting against the wall and his legs propped on the seat next to him, his knees bent, his head ducked as he absorbs the book in his lap.

The sleeves of his knitted jumper are pulled across his knuckles and his hair is a soft, disheveled mess, flopping over his forehead as he reads, not quite noticing you yet. A wrapped bar of chocolate rests precariously on the edge of the table, easy enough for Remus to reach if he got hungry. He knows full well the rules of the library, but he’s careful with his precious chocolates; closes away the library books and slides them to the opposite end of the table, quietly unwrapping the chocolate and keeping his cupped palm under it to catch any crumbs. This one is unopened, and you know he’s been waiting for you.

His outline is tipped in gold; soft streams of sunlight thread their way through his hair, gently hug the curved lines of his body. He looks a little too lovely, a little too gentle and warm and too much for you to handle, so when you drop your eyes to the books on the table, you grasp for the first thing to call him out on.

“Remus!” You chastise, your voice just a little too loud. It carries in the silence. Cringing at your own tone, you bite the inside of your cheek as he looks up.

“Shh,” he murmurs, doing some chastising of his own as he brings a finger to his lips. He doesn’t seem even remotely surprised at your sudden appearance. The light slants in, transforms his eyes, and it’s suddenly hard to swallow. “Did you forget we’re in a library?”

Your heart thumps softly against your ribcage. His smile is amused, but the hiss of Madam Pince is not. Ignoring her, you shrug off your bag with flaming cheeks and sit down opposite him, rightening an upside-down book as you do.

“Did you forget these are library books you’re damaging when you leave them like this?” You hope your voice sounds at least somewhat nonchalant as your eyes rove over his face, capturing the soothing warmth of him.

Remus blows a raspberry—a low one. “I’m not damaging them,” he says, frowning a little at the accusation.

A smile tugs at your lips. The wrinkle between his brows begs to be smoothed out, but you keep your hands to yourself. Running your finger down the cracks in the spine, you hum, “Are too, Rem. You can’t iron these out like you do parchment.” Looking around at the table, you search for something to mark the page with. “Don’t you have a bookmark?”

“Don’t need one. Besides, cracked spines are inevitable.” He dog-ears the page of the book in his hands, much to your horror.

You gasp. “Remus.” The scolding tone is back in your—thankfully lower—voice.

Remus grins brightly as he drops his legs and sits straight, turning to fully face you. “What? ’S’no big deal, only paper.” He shrugs. “I don’t mind it when it’s on my books.” He slides his battered paperback onto the table, the cover bent and worn. The sight makes you gape.

“But—that’s just—” Atrocious, you think. Criminal. “You can’t—” You splutter.

“Oh come off it, Miss Perfect,” Remus smiles, gentle and teasing as he reaches out to grab the library book out of your hands. “I’m not ruining these books.” He says, quite adamantly, tearing a corner of one of his essays and stuffing the parchment into the book. “See?” He tells you, a huffed laugh leaving him at the look of horror still on your face. “Does the job as good as any bookmark.”

“Now, let’s worry more about that Transfiguration test, hmm?”

The way the sunlight pools in his eyes makes you even more speechless, and he takes your stunned silence for an answer as he clears away the space for your Transfiguration material.

****

While you do appreciate the warmth of the quill shop as Remus peruses its assortment of quills, the silence is slowly driving you mad. Though not a library, the patrons inside are strangely quiet, talking in hushed tones as they leisurely mill about, and the only sound other than the murmur of people is the loud whip of the wind outside.

The two of you usually don’t walk about Hogsmeade together—or anywhere else for that matter, only meeting in the library to study or walking to and from classes—but Remus asked if you’d accompany him to buy some quills. His friends were busy with Zonko’s and yours with Honeydukes, so you’d agreed, not really in the mood for sweets. Remus had lightly bumped your shoulder and gave you a smile in return, one that warmed up your insides though your hands were slick with a cold sweat in your gloves.

Now, however, your hands are quite warm, gloves stuffed in your pockets, and you use a finger to poke Remus’ coated shoulder. “Remus.” You whinge as he bends over another selection of quills. “How many quills could you possibly need?”

Four are held loosely in his hand, and he doesn’t look up at you as he says, “They get run down easily. I thought you of all people would know,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips tilting into a smile when you scoff, “or are you just that studious when you’re with me?”

He straightens, a playful gleam in his hazel eyes.

“You wish, Lupin.” You say, distantly feeling your stomach swoop at his smile. He looks too smug, so you grasp for something to say. “Muggles, you see, have an ingenious invention called a pen.”

His eyebrows lift, not yet believing you—and quite right; you hadn’t picked up a pen in years. Still, you continue, “You don’t have to continually dip for ink and the tips don’t break off. You should try them.”

Remus nods sagely, “Maybe I will. Not like I’ve ever written with one before.” He brings the feathery end of one of the quills over his mouth, hiding his growing smile as your eyes widen.

Realization washes over you. Oh, Merlin. You always have to embarrass yourself in some way.

Typical.

You lick your lips. “…You…” You point at him, though you don’t know exactly why. “You’re…?”

“Halfblood,” Remus confirms cheerily. “I know what a pen is, believe it or not.�� He sweeps the feather over your nose, tickling your skin. You bat it away impatiently.

“Well, hurry up.”

The grumble in your voice makes him laugh softly. “Just a little longer, love.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

You’ve seen your share of flirty boys, ignored their surface level flattery and saccharine pet names that spilled from their lips easy as breathing. Remus’ own buddies—marauders, they call themselves—have called you endearments more than once, annoyingly sweet and not one bit sincere, pet names and nicknames simply habit on their tongues.

But Remus—quiet, gentle, Remus—saying it to you in a way so different than the others, like he actually means it, makes you flush all the way down to your toes.

You look away, just in time to miss the blush on his cheeks. Turning on your heel, you look around for anything to set your eyes on; salvation comes in the form of, coincidentally, bookmarks. A large collection of them, in various colors and designs, some with ribbons looped through the top and others without. You head to the table and pick one up, determined not to go back to Remus until your cheeks have cooled.

With your thumping heartbeat and rapidly warming skin, you hardly see the bookmark in your hand, rather seeing through it as you toy with the ribbon. Love, love, love, echoes through your head, in his voice, and you silently curse Remus Lupin under your breath. It’s nothing. He probably says it to everyone. That recurring thought is what forces your heart rate back to normal.

You keep your head down, eyes skipping over the bookmarks as time passes too slowly. The material of your coat itches your heated skin as you set the bookmark down and mindlessly tap the other ones on the table, feeling wood and paint beneath your nails.

Then you hear his footsteps behind you. They’re unique; sometimes Remus walks with a small limp. “Are you getting one?” He asks.

Turning, you find six quills held in both of his hands.

“Me?” You raise your brows, trying to sound casual. For a split second your eyes fall to his lips, but you force them back on his. Bad idea, you think as you get lost in the warmth of them. “You should get one.”

Remus wrinkles his nose. “Don’t wanna.”

The expression warps the scars on his cheeks, and you find yourself mesmerized. “Why not?” You look away. A sky blue one catches your attention and you tap it lightly. “This one’s pretty.”

“’S’alright, I don’t need it.” He shrugs. “C’mon let’s go.”

You put it down with a blown out sigh, shaking your head as you follow him to the till. Remus looks back at you with a grin. “Why are you so bothered about the state of my books?” He questions.

“Because!” You huff, your brief awkwardness lost in a wave of indignation, “You’re damaging them. Folding the page? Cracking the spine? Might as well throw them in the fire.” You grumble, crossing your arms.

His laugh is soft. “You’re too dramatic, love. It’s just paper.” There goes the nickname again, and there goes the flush on both of your cheeks. He clears his throat, “What would you say if you saw me taking notes in them?”

His attempt at distraction works.

You stop in your tracks, turning to him with comically wide eyes. “You what?”

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Remus’ laugh still rings in your ears, long after the two of you have parted. The rest of your day is spent with Lily and a few of your roommates as you flit from shop to shop, and eventually the Three Broomsticks. But as you drink your butterbeer and get lost in your thoughts instead of your friends’ chatter, an idea comes calling.

So, just before the shops shutter their doors for the night, you drag Lily back into the quill shop. Love, love, love, echoes again in your head as you walk in, your eyes finding the spots where you and Remus had stood. Skipping past the table of bookmarks with flutters in your stomach, your head for the stationary and thicker parchment.

That night, when you’re safe and warm tucked into your bed, curtains already drawn shut, you dump your haul on the sheets and get to work. The soft mattress of your bed is hardly the steadiest workspace you could find, but you make do. Your designs aren’t anywhere near sophisticated, anyway, though you do try your best.

It’s late when you’re finally done, the chatter of your roommates long since quieted down, but you know Remus often stays up well into the night. You pocket the fruits of your labor and throw a jumper over your pajamas before quietly slipping out of your dormitory, padding down the stairs and into the common room.

Unsurprisingly, it’s empty, but more surprisingly is that Remus is the sole occupier of the room. He’s sitting on one of the couches, his head in his hand, fingers threaded through his hair as he reads through the gigantic Charms book on his lap. Two more books are flipped upside down on the couch and there’s a roll of parchment at his side, one of his newly bought quills resting next to it.

You didn’t realize how late it was; looking at the clock, you find it’s gone 1 am, the sky pitch black beneath the frosted windows. The dying fire paints the common room a warm orange as you shuffle toward the occupied couch.

Remus looks up. He gives you a small, ever so sleepy smile. “Hey,” he says, his voice lowered to match the hour. It has the same warmth as the dying fire at your back. “What’re you doin’ up so late?”

You smile back, “Been working on something.”

“Oh? Care to share?” Remus drawls, his head falling back against the cushion to look up at you. He seems…overly relaxed, as if softened further by the fire and the empty common room, everything about him lazy and warm as shadows of his lashes dance on his cheeks when he blinks at you.

In response, you take out the four bookmarks you’d made. Two of them are solid colors—light blue and green—and the other two have patterns on them. One of which is a dotted sky, a few constellations you’d learned in Astronomy sketched across an inky blue, and the other has a simple pattern of swirls across the rectangle. You hadn’t wanted to do anything over the top, anything that he’d be potentially embarrassed to use, but solid colors for all of them just seemed boring. As you hold them out and see the stunned look on his face, you begin to shrink into yourself.

“I—uh, I made you several,” you rush out, skin ablaze, “to use in your library books and personal ones. You might not need them, dunno, and you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to—really, I made them for you more than me, it’s plain painful to see your books like this, so don’t—”

Remus stands. You stop, mouth clamping shut as he holds the edges of the bookmarks. You’re both holding them now—you’ve yet to let go—and you swear you could almost feel the warmth of his hands, even across the distance.

“Thank you.” He says quietly. His voice is sincere, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and your shoulders slump in relief. The warm hazel of his eyes disarms you, the soft firelight behind you illuminating freckles dotted across his cheeks like stars, nestled between the lines of his scars.

You force yourself to look down, break his gaze. “You’re welcome,” you say to his hands, your voice low and a little choked. Finally letting go of the bookmarks, you step back and give him a smile. “Just please use ’em, yeah?”

Remus brings one of the bookmarks to his head and mock salutes. “Every day.” He murmurs, and you know that’s sincere. A flutter goes off in your heart and you nod, purely for having something to do.

“However,” Remus continues, his eyes bright as he taps your nose lightly with one of the bookmarks. “I still exercise my right to inflict damage on any personal books I might own.”

You laugh and put your hand on his wrist to push it away. His pulse beats beneath the warm skin, and his hand drops to his side. “You exercise that right a little too much, if you ask me.” The way he’s smiling makes your hands shake, so you thread your fingers together and begin to back away.

“Anyway, just wanted to give these to you. Night, Rem.” You reach the stairs and untangle your fingers to give him a small wave.

“Night.” He calls out softly, giving you a small one back.

It could be a trick of the fire—probably is, and you haven’t slept in hours—but you think you see a pink tint to his cheeks.

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justagirlwholikesadam · 10 months

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In Another Life

Severus Snape x FEM!Reader

Summary: The golden trio ask their D.A.D.A teacher for information about the new professor called Mrs. Snape.

A/N: I tried to do another blurb with some angst but i just kept typing! By the way, I haven’t read the books so if something doesn’t make sense just ignore it or stop reading. Enjoy! -L

Warning: Married, mention of Self Harm, Remus Lupin Has a Crush, Young Severus Snape, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Bullied Severus Snape, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Crush at First Sight, Minor James Potter/Lily, Young James Potter, Young Sirius Black

Word Count: 4.6K

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Professor Lupin was deep in thought as he stared at the old wrinkled chocolate wrapper. He held it carefully in his hands, his thumb tracing the gold color front on the wrapper. Leaning back in his chair, he lets out a sigh. It’s been so long since he looked at the wrapper. He had hidden it at the bottom of his suitcase years ago, he never threw it out. He didn’t want to, he didn't want to forget.

He had gone through his suitcase after the morning announcement. He was recovering from a full moon, he wasn’t in the right headspace, he was tired and wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He was in his usual place at the teacher table, staring at the empty plate in front of him. He didn’t pay attention when Dumbledore walked to the podium. It wasn’t until he heard your name. He hasn’t heard it in so long but it’s different now. Your last name is different. He looked around when the students and the teachers near him clapped. He freezes for a moment when he looks down at the teacher table and sees you standing up from your chair giving a small bow.

You sit back down and look to your left at the Potion Master, Severus. His eyes widen when he sees Severus giving you a smile. He looks down at the table and notices your join hands. Severus' thumb was rubbing the inside of your wrist as the headmaster spoke. Looking away, Dumbledore is walking back to his seat and allowing breakfast to be served.

He almost dropped the wrapper when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” He shouts, placing the wrapper on his desk before rising up from his seat. “Harry. Hermione. Ronald, what do I owe this pleasure?” He greeted them with a smile as he walked in front of his desk and sat on the edge of it as the trio walked inside of the classroom.

“Professor Lupin-” Hermione starts to speak but quiets down when she looks over at Harry and Ron.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking between them. With everything going on, he hoped it wasn’t too serious and hoped he’s able to help them.

“What do you know about Professor Snape - well Mrs. Snape?” Harry blurts out. Ron shares a look with Harry when they notice their professor stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his cardigan looking a bit weirded out.

“Is something the matter? It’s her first day.” Remus questioned the trio.

“We don’t trust her! She’s Professor Snape’s wife!” Ron exclaimed. “I see.” Remus signaled the trio to sit down.

“Dumbledore wouldn’t have brought Mrs. Snape into Hogwarts if he didn’t trust her. You must trust him as well as her. Y/n is very kind.” Remus cursed himself when he mentioned your first name.

“Y/n.” Hermione repeats the name. “I heard that name before.”

Remus shook his head. “You haven’t.” He snapped at her. The trio flinched at his harsh tone. He had to give them something to forget about your name. They couldn’t know who you were. Things will get messy and people will start to poke their nose around. He fears that the trio will still meddle in and get themselves into trouble. He didn't want that.

“What I tell you now must never leave this room, do you hear me?” Remus said, looking at the trio. They nodded at him and Remus shook his head.

“Swear it to me! I will tell you about her and her cousin, Sirius.” Harry looked at his friends who were shocked. "You knew him?" Harry asked.

"We were friends in school and lost touched after." Remus lied. "Do you still want to know about her?" They nodded at him.

“Swear it! What I tell you now stays with us.” Remus shouted at the top of his lungs. “We swear!” Hermione answered back for all of them.

“I knew Mrs. Snape, we went to school together and she was…” Remus drifted off as he reminisced the moment he first saw you.

He was famished, he missed breakfast and he had told his friends that he was heading to the great hall early for lunch. Remus was staring down at the ground as he walked when he heard laughter. Looking ahead he saw a group of girls walking, he stopped in mid step about to turn to the great hall when he saw you. You held a book out in your hands, open and pointing at a passage. He saw your eyes were wide and filled with excitement. Your laughter rang out as you shut the book and the girls around you joined in. They passed by him without a glance. He hasn’t seen you before, he couldn’t believe he had missed such a beautiful jewel like you.

Remus continued on to stare as you walked into the great hall joining the Slytherin's table. He was so busy admiring your beauty that he didn’t see the green tie or the green lining on your uniform. He frowned when he noticed you waving bye at the girls and joined at the far end of the table. He gulped when he saw you sat across, from no other than Severus.

Remus knew what would happen next, Severus would just curse you out for bothering him. Severus has always had a cold exterior and he didn’t blame him for it. He’s been bullied by his friends. Remus thought he was dreaming when he saw Severus let out a smile as you showed him the book you were holding. Remus could see how awe you looked when looking at Severus. A smile appeared on your face when Severus looked up at you. He notices your hand taking the book before brushing against Severus’ slender fingers. Severus didn’t pull away; he kept his gaze on you, his smile didn’t fade.

Remus didn’t see what happened next when he felt a pair of hands grab a hold on his shoulders.

“MOONY!!”

He flinched as James came behind me. “I’m starving.” Remus looked over his shoulder giving his friend a smile.

“Sirius is talking to a girl, he said we can start without him.” Remus nodded as he walked with James into the hall. He glanced over at you as he passed by your table, thanking Merlin that James passed Severus without making any snide comment.

He starts to notice you more after that day. In the library, in the great hall and in the hallways. He thinks as every day passes you get more beautiful. He was so excited when the new year came and he had you in one of his classes. Sadly, before he had the chance to ask if he could sit by you. The seat was taken by some Hufflepuff, he decided to sit behind you.

He rarely got the chance to talk to you mostly because he was always surrounded by his friends and the day that he was alone was the day of the full moon when he transformed into a werewolf. It was later on that he finally asked James about you. He sitting with him in the hall. James was eating up a storm since he had a Quidditch match later on.

“You see that girl over there with Severus?” Remus tries to be nonchalant about it to not raise any questions.

James looks over his shoulders and chuckles, shaking his head as he takes another bite from his butter toast.

“Sinvelly with his little girlfriend, Black.” James said with disgust.

“They been glued to the fucking hip since she arrived.” Remus remains silent for a moment then looks over at Severus and you eating breakfast.

“What?! B-black like cousin-” Remus gets cut off when Lily comes walking in sitting beside James giving him a peck on cheek.

“Sirius’ cousin mate! Sirius told me, her parents are in the same family, you know a way to keep it pure.” James answered Remus.

“Who are you guys talking about?” Lily asked as she scooped some scrambled eggs on to her plate.

“Greasy hair Snivellus with his little girlfriend.” James replies to Lily. Remus noticed the face she made and keeps quiet. She didn’t want to know about him anymore not since he called her a mudblood. While Lily quietly looks over her shoulder to see Severus. Remus was looking ahead over James’ head to look at you.

“He seems happy.” Lily softly said before turning back around.

“He won’t for long.” James said with a chuckle.

The next time he heard you speak was when a prank was pulled on Severus. You had found them in a abandoned hallway.

“Well, if it isn’t my sweet dear cousin.” Sirius said when he heard someone yelling his name. Remus and Peter grew nervous as you walked towards them. You passed them ignoring James and Sirius and kneeling down next to Severus who was trying to get up but the amount of green slime on him was weighing him down.

“Leave us, Sirius.” You said standing up to face the four Gryffindor boys.

“I think not. Tell me how can you kiss slimy pale Snivelly? I think we need to start pranking you next.” James and Sirius both laughed. Sirius elbow Remus to join in but he kept quiet like he always did whenever they pulled pranks on Severus.

“I want you to prank me, cousin. I want you to do it, so then I can beat you into a bloody pulp.” You look over at James.

“I’ll break your fucking legs you could forget about playing Quidditch. I’m gonna shove that broom stick so far up your ass is going to come out of your mouth.” James' smile dies as you speak to him.

Peter flinched under your dark gaze. “Bucktooth Peter. I don’t think you need to be punished. That face you were born with is punishment enough.”

Remus gathered all the courage he had to look up at you. He was met with your eyes and as much as he was scared, he was so intrigued by them. Your eyes that he saw held so much love and softness are now dark and cloudy with anger. You look away from Remus not mentioning him at all. Sirius took out his wand and you copied him.

Your laughter filled the hallway as you stared at your cousin. “I want you to fucking do it. I’m sure your little friends would like to see how we battle. You know how the battle ends when you go against me.”

James looks at Sirius who begins to shake with anger. “You’re just like them. A fucking monster.”

Remus saw the way your eyes soften but quickly covered it up when you hit Sirius with a non vocal spell. It was Expelliarmus, because Sirius’ wand flew out of his hand. The boy's eyes grew after that, it was something that took lots of skills and practice.

“We both truly know who the monsters are especially those who share our last name.” Sirius looks away from you. Remus tried to place a comforting hand on Sirius’ shoulder but he shrugged it off too embarrassed that he was just unarmed him. Remus knew what you were talking about. Remus and he grew close throughout the years in Hogwarts. You were talking about your family.

“Enough with this pranking. Got it? You know what I can do. Let him be.” You snapped at them.

You look over at Severus. The green slime is long gone, he’s leaning against the wall holding his own wand with a hard face staring at Sirius. Remus thought his crush on you would disappear when he saw Severus placing a hand on your back but it didn’t. He felt jealous because Severus was touching you. Remus took a step back when Severus suddenly turned his eyes towards him and glared at him with such hatred. Remus let out a small gasp when Severus looked down at you then him. 'There was no way, right?' He thought to himself. Severus couldn’t know what he was thinking about.

Before anyone could say something, Severus flicked his wand at them without speaking. Remus felt himself being thrown back and darkness overcame him.

“That asshole.” Remus heard Sirius say as he finally woke up. All four of them had been thrown back to the end of the hallway. Peter moaned and groaned as he held his head, James rubbed his knee that got banged on the floor. Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand, helping him stand up, they looked back at the hallway, you and Severus were long gone.

Remus stayed silent as the three of his friends started to talk among themselves on how to get back at Severus. He ignored them, the full moon was approaching and he was feeling it. His long limbs were getting stiff.

“Wait! Are you saying Severus knew what you were thinking? Like he can read minds.” Harry questioned him, pulling him out of his story.

“Legilimens.” Hermione said, looking at the professor. Remus nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“That's why he hates me because of my father. He bullied and tormented him.” Remus noticed the sadness on Harry's face.

“What happened between Y/n and Sirius?” Hermione asked Remus.

“After that day, Severus began to watch me. Whenever we were in the same class or the hallways. I thought I was going crazy. Sirius caught on what he was doing to me and knew Severus was interested in me and where I went every month.”

Harry frowned. “Every month?”

Remus looks down at the ground sadly and in shame. “You're a werewolf.” Hermione said softly. “Blimey!” Ron exclaimed, earning a shove from Hermione. “How did you-”

“Professor Snape taught us about it when you were out the last time.” Harry answered him.

"We won't tell anyone, we swear." Harry told as the rest nodded at their professor.

Harry hasn't seen Remus act this way before. Looking so shameful, he began to run his fingers through his hair as he took deep breaths. “It was a horrible prank what Sirius did to Severus. I didn't know. I would kill myself before hurting someone but Severus didn't believe me.”

That night was a mess, Remus refused to speak with his friends. He felt used, they knew how he felt about being a werewolf. James had saved Severus that night and Dumbledore told him to keep it a secret. Severus was on the other side of the hospital wing being looked out while Remus laid on the opposite side away from him, he had the divider panel up so no one could see him. He hears light footsteps coming inside of the wing. He dreaded if it was for him, he didn't want to see anyone.

He heard your voice. “What happened, Sev?!” “Fuck, when you didn't come I knew something happened? I was so worried. Are you hurt, my love?”

He shut his eyes tightly when he heard Severus break into a sob. He felt pathetic when he heard you comforting Severus. Your sweet voice comforting the scared boy. He imagined you saying those words to him. He was jealous once more that Severus had you while he had no one to confront him.

“Y/n!” His eyes shot open when he heard Sirius. He sees his friends near his bedside, James had tugged down the divider and they looked across the wing. Remus looked over to see you laying down next to Severus.

“What the hell?” He yelled as you came down from the bed, looking over at Severus who grabbed his wand and pointed at him without a single thought.

“This was your idea? The prank?” You yelled at your cousin.

“People could have died. All of you could have died. You want to be six feet under!” You screamed.

James walked behind Sirius with his wand in his hand, ready to defend him in case Severus decides to attack. Sirius was about to speak when he froze when he saw you were tearing up.

You look over at Remus who is still laid on the bed, “I thought you were different but you are just like them.” Those were the first words you spoke to Remus and it hit him to his very core.

“He had no idea about it.” Sirius told you. Your cousin turned to his friend. “I'm really sorry, mate.” Remus looks away from his friend’s sad gaze towards you.

“Please stop the pranks. The curses on one another.” You said to them and Severus. “I don't think so.” James said, looking between you and Severus.

“What do you want?” James frowned and you repeated your question to him.

“What will it take for you to stop?” James shakes his head and gives a disbelief chuckle making you angry, Sirius kept looking at you and Severus.

“Stay here.” Sirius told James before walking towards you. Severus was about to jump out of the bed but you waved him to stop.

“She looked up at him.” Remus told the trio with a smile. “No fear in her eyes and Sirius asked something that James and Peter couldn't hear but I did. Since I'm a werewolf, my hearing is better than most.” Harry watched their teacher speak He can see it in his eyes that he held so much admiration for Mrs. Snape.

“What did they say?” Ron asked eagerly.

“He asked her why him, why Sinvelly? She responded to him right away, he's the only one that doesn't see me as a monster.” Remus answered.

“The Black are the most noble and ancient house in the wizarding world. Their views are pureblood supremacy. Sirius didn't think like them and so did Y/n. After that Sirius told us why the family thought she was a monster. Unlike him, Y/n is very powerful, too powerful that it alarmed the family because she couldn't control it. Her emotion makes her power lash out. She had mistakenly taken lives because of it.”

“Why is she so powerful?” Harry asked. “Her blood, right?” Hermione spoke out looking at their teacher.

“Yes, her mother was one of many unfortunate woman who had to deal with being born in a noble family. Her mother was married off with a family member. She died giving birth to Y/n.”

“What happened after the prank? What did Sirius tell her?” Harry asked the professor.

“I don’t think you're a monster, he told her. She just shook her head. You called me a monster a week ago. She answered back then walked away. The pranks did stop, he asked James to stop. Severus ignored us and we did the same. Severus and Y/n whereabouts were unknown after they were done with school. Sirius never mentioned her again but I knew it was hard for him. All he wanted was a family.” Remus finished looking over at Harry.

Remus didn’t want to say at the end Sirius did get his little family with James, Lily, Peter and him. Harry would know in time who his godfather is. Harry will know in time the truth.

“Thank you for telling us, Professor. We feel a little bit comfortable now knowing about her.” Hermione said, making him nod.

“Remember what I said.” He pointed his finger at them and they simultaneously said. “This never leaves the room.”

“Thank you. Have a good day, children.” Remus said as Ron and Hermione began to walk out.

“Professor?” Harry called out before walking out the door.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Harry asked him. Remus stood up straight and shook his head.

“Not anymore. It was a simple school crush. That was the only time she spoke to me.” Harry nodded at his response and wished him a good day. Remus let out a sigh after Harry left.

He looks back at the wrapper in his desk with a longing stare and he feels his chest tightened at the sight of it.

Poppy Pomfrey was making Remus stay a few extra days before he would be allowed to leave. Peter has been visiting him and bringing him his homework and books throughout the day. Remus didn’t want to speak to James and Sirius just yet. It was late and Remus was alone in the hospital wing, he was finishing a chapter of his book when he heard the door open. Remus got his wand from the table and waved it at the divider panel to move to the side thinking probably it’s Pomfrey with another dose of healing potion.

Moving the divider panel he froze when he saw you. “Hey.” You said as you walked towards the end of his bed.

“H-Hi.” Remus said before fixing the blanket of the bed and shutting his book. Placing it along with his wand on the table near him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked. Remus' brows knitted together looking around the room to see if this was joke but you came alone in the middle of the night.

“I’m okay. The first few days after a full moon are the hardest but I’m okay.” He said and you nodded.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You said softly to him, looking down at the book on the table and a smile appeared on your face.

“The Shining. How do you like it? It’s one of my favorites.” Remus was shocked that you knew about a muggle book.

“You know about Stephen King?” Remus asked you, surprised. You nodded at the brunette in front of you and sat down at the side of the bed as Remus took the book in his hands showing you the cover to make sure you really did know who the author was.

“Yes! It’s his third book actually. My guilty pleasure is muggles literature but I have to keep it hidden from my family. They disapprove anything that has to do with muggles.” You told him looking up from the cover of the book at him. Remus’ face changed when you told him how you had to hide something you like from your family. He was so close to you and he can see every eyelash, he can see the way your nose stands out and how your lips are pressed together in a small pout.

“I'm sorry about before. I thought you were on the prank.” Remus saw you looking down at your lap when you apologized. You started to play with the skin around your fingernails.

“It’s alright. I’m still trying to get over it.”

“Getting used like that is something difficult to get over, Remus.” His heart breaks, the way you said. The way your eyes darken when you said it made him want to hug you.

“It seems like you’re speaking from experience.” He said, making you look at him.

“When one holds an ability, sometimes people take advantage of it, show it off, hide it and sometimes get hurt because of it.” Your magic, Remus thought.

“He cares for you so I know he didn’t mean to hurt you.” You told him. Remus knew you meant Sirius. He asked you, “How do you know?”

“Cousin intuition some shit like that.” He gave you a smile, which you returned as well.

“I wanted to give you something.” Remus saw you getting something from the inside pocket of your robes. He saw a shiny golden bar in your hands.

“Chocolate?” Remus asked as you passed him the candy. You nodded. He looked at the wrapper with wide eyes. This candy was something he had never seen, it had to be expensive since the wrapper was so nice and looked fancy.

“You like chocolate right?” Remus looks at you to see you staring at him worry.

“I do!” Remus nodded and pointed at the bar giving you a thumbs up. “How did you know?” He asked softly, watching as you look away while your cheeks turn pink.

“We-well, you sit behind me in fourth period. I can hear the chocolate wrappers you open behind me.” Remus snorts out a laugh making you look at him surprised that he snorted loudly. He had laughed because if you only knew how hard he tried to not make a peep in class when unwrapping his chocolate behind you.

“I'm so sorry.” You shook your head as he covered his face with his hands, hiding his smile away from you.

“Don't be.” You couldn't help but join him as he continued to laugh at himself.

Remus was still covering his face when you leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his wrist bringing his hand down to his lap. Remus looks down at your hand on him. Your touch was warm, not what he was expecting. He was expecting a cold and stiff touch. Your fingertips touched the inside of his wrist, he knew you could feel the light scars on his skin. You turned his arm over to see his wrist. Remus was about to pull away when you showed him your own wrist with your own scars.

“Remus.” The professor looks up from his desk and notices the door is open. Standing up straight he notices you walking inside. You stood across from him a few feet away with a small smile.

“Apologize, Professor Lupin. I was knocking for a while.” You said pointing over your shoulder at the door.

Remus can't help but look at you, you have grown into a very beautiful woman. He can see you didn't share the same taste in clothes as your husband. You wore muggle clothes, a knee length dark green dress with a black cardigan, and you wore a pair of black court heel shoes.

“I should be apologizing. I didn't hear you, I haven't been myself these past couple of days.” Remus said, running his fingers through his hair before letting a sigh. He notices you crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head looking at him.

“I know, Severus told me it was a full moon not long ago. He asked me to give you a little pick me up potion. He just finished brewing it.” You said walking towards him. Remus looks as your hips sway while walking towards him handing him the vial.

“That was very nice of him.” Remus said with a face making you laugh. “I know my husband can be…difficult.” Remus barks a laugh. “Just difficult?”

“He is many things but he has a kind heart.” Remus nods but doesn't believe it, it’s hard for him.

“He does. He was the one who told me to bring this to you.” You said before scrunching your face trying to get the same scowl as your dear husband.

“Lupin needs to get better so those kids will stop pestering me about him.” You imitated Severus' smooth and cool voice. Remus lets out a laugh, loudly making you smile. He covered his mouth to hid his smile as he looked over at you.

“You're always covering your face.” You said, grabbing a hold of his wrist. You held on his wrist as he showed you his wide smile. He feels his heart fluttering in his chest as he looks down at you.

Remus pulls away from your grasp and clears his throat. He shouldn't be this close to you, you're married and you're happy with your marriage. He doesn't want to ruin that. Remus regrets never taking that chance that night you visited him years ago. The chance to be friends, maybe something more but damn the way you looked at Severus was something he only read in books and he doubts that you would ever look at him the way you looked at Severus. Severus was the same thing, his dark eyes always following you. He always had a hand on you, and even when you weren't looking he admire you.

‘Perhaps in another life he would have taken that chance.’ He told himself.

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