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thomasisaslut · 6 months

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Remus Lupin x Lucius Malfoy x Severus Snape x F!Reader

Orgy — KTober

Word Count: 1.6k

Includes: Orgy, F/M/M/M, Anal, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Nipple Play, Light Bondage, Handcuffs, Desk Sex, Switches, Bottom Severus Snape, Hair Pulling.

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You have been seeing each of the three men for months, it's been safe, however, none of the men know each other—well—they do, but they don't know that they're fucking you.

With Lucius you simply tell him little things. 'I see them everyday' and 'One's hair color is black'. When Remus asks about the others your answers are the same. But with Severus... you find it hard to keep things from him. You have started to be more honest with him about your other significant partners.

When Sev asks you tell him more specific details, 'Long, white-blond hair...', 'I think you know him.' And so forth.

However, that is beside the point now. Currently, you are sneaking away to your potions master's office. You knock on the door, frustrated when he doesn't open the door instantly. So, you take out the key he gave you a few months ago and jam it into the keyhole. You push open the door and instantly halt at the sight before you.

Lucius, Remus, and Severus sat before you, Severus at his offices desk whilst Remus and Lucius are across from him.

"Darling?" Lucius raises his eyebrow.

"Sweetheart?" Remus blurts out.

Severus coughs. "Ms. [Last Name]..." He sends a small glare to the other two males in the room. "What are you doing out of your dorm so late"

All of your previous thoughts halt as you stare at your three lovers. "I-I was... uhm... wanting to ask you about something, sir..." You mumble, you walk between Lucius and Remus—making sure to sway your hips, just to tease them—you stop before his desk.

'Are these the other two... men... you fuck, slut?' Severus growls, using his Legilimency abilities to speak to you in your brain.

You nod, you hear the chairs behind you shift, on your right hip was Remus' hand while on your left was Lucius'.

Severus stands and grabs your Slytherin tie, tugging you forward he slams your lips together. His tongue moves against your bottom lip to which you happily open to, it fights against your own, hungry for you, wanting, needing.

Lucius grips your hip, shoving Remus' hand out of the way so both of them are on either side. Remus glares, he pushes Lucius back before yanking you away from both of the former Death Eaters.

The DADA Professor sits on the chair he was earlier and tugs you down onto his lap, you now straddle him. Remus' lips kiss your neck, the other two men in the room seething with jealously.

"Darling."

Lucius' voice makes you look over your shoulder to meet his pale blue eyes.

"Y-Yes?" You manage to say as Remus bites harder on your shoulder, drawing blood.

"Why don't you come and sit on your master's lap, hm?" He smirks.

You glance at Remus, giving him a quick peck on the lips before moving so you're straddling Lucius. Severus walks over, he grips your jaw and moves your head completely upward, your nose facing the ceiling as he looks down at you.

"Lupin and Malfoy, seriously?" The potions master sends a sharp glare your way.

"I-" Lucius slaps his hand away and pulls you in for a rough and dominating kiss, he forces his tongue into your mouth to deepen the connection, making sure the professors watch.

Severus apparates the two of you to his desk, you bent over while he stands behind you, his bulge rubbing against your clothed, wet cunt.

"She came here for me, not either of you." Severus made sure to emphasize his word 'you', as if he were disgusted by the presence of both the other males—he was, well, that was until Lucius walked up behind him.

Lucius grabbed the potion masters hips, rubbing his groin against the others ass, Remus stands before the desk and begins to unzip his pants.

"Suck." The werewolf demands as he whips out his cock already dripping with pre.

You reach up to stroke his cock when your hands get snatched, Severus ties your wrists together by your Slytherin tie.

"He said suck, slut." Severus' threat gets cut off by a groan as Lucius rocks his hips against the others rear.

You hear Lucius' belt clink to the floor followed by Severus'. Lucius brings his fingers to your mouth before you go to suck Remus' cock, you quickly cover his middle and ring finger with your saliva, he withdraws his hand and brings it to Severus' hole before slowly sliding in one finger. You watch as Severus whimpers from the insertion.

Rocking your hips makes Severus moan, the combined feeling of his cock and Lucius' fingers makes him overly sensitive. You lay your head back before licking the tip of Remus' cock. The werewolf groans.

Severus' shaky hands slide down your panties, he inserts two of his long, calloused fingers into your soaked pussy, shoving them in as far as possible while his thumb toys with your clitoris.

Remus begins to fuck your throat, he glares at the other two males—more at Severus who is currently fingering open your cunt. The DADA Professor moves fast and hard, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. Your back scratches against the wooden desk, that same desk now moving back and forth across the floor as Lucius enters his cock into Severus' arse.

"Fuck..." Severus groans as the blond penetrates him. "Faster." He demands, Lucius purposefully fucks the other slower.

"Perhaps fuck our whore, yeah, Sev?" Lucius smirks. "Lupin here gets the point."

You moan around Remus' cock as you both get mentioned, you try to move your hands that are being band together by the tie but fail.

Severus withdraws his fingers and brings them to his cock, lubing his cock with your slick before slamming into you at an unruly pace. Lucius then begins to fuck the potion master, pounding against the others prostate with every single movement. It causes Severus to fuck you harder, Lucius controlling the others hip movements.

You attempt to speak but it's muffled by Remus' still painfully hard cock, you begin to bob your head—even at the upside down angle you manage to make him fold under your movements.

"I'm gonna cum, princess..." Remus groans, his hand moves to your right breast, unhooking your bra then playing with your hard, sensitive nipples.

You moan around his cock in a 'do it' statement, Remus moans, his balls tightening before he shoots his load down your throat. You swallow every drop, licking up the slick as he pulls out of your mouth.

"T-Thank you, Professor!" You moan, voice hoarse. Severus' thrusts become hungry, you can tell he is on the verge of his own release and by Lucius' noises you can tell he is too. "Sir! C-Cum in me! Cum in my cunt while master cums in your ass! P-Please!" You plea, Remus' hands do not move from your breasts for a second, helping you build your release.

"Is that what..." He moans as Lucius bends him slightly, the new angle makes him find that sensitive spot nestled deep inside of your cunt. "You want, slut?" Severus stutters out.

You nod eagerly, you lock eyes with Lucius as he fucks the potions master, his only reaction was to smirk wider.

He grips Severus' hips tighter before spanking his ass once, the dark hair male jumps from surprise, causing his cock to move—you nearly cum from the movement.

"A-Again, master!" You beg to Lucius, wanting him to spank Severus again.

"I like the way you think, darling." Lucius connects his hand with Severus' rear once more, and in a second Severus shoots his own release inside of your cunt, making you feel stuffed and fucked throughly. "Keep fucking her, Princeling." Lucius demands.

Severus only nods, to sensitive to say no. He continues to pound into your pussy, playing with your clit as he does so. You lean over and motion for Remus, he happily slides his still hard cock back into your eager mouth. You lick around his tip before he slides his entire length into your throat.

Lucius grips Severus' hips once more, "Take it, Princeling." The blond growls before shooting his cum inside of Severus' ass, the potion masters face was beautiful in this moment—not that it wasn't before—but now he looked near godly. His eyes hazy, mouth slack, body trembling, his cock still nestled in your raw, tight pussy.

"Lucius! F-Fuck..." He moans before letting a second load of his cum shoot deep inside of you. Remus follows in suit, his release pouring into your throat. You swallow his cum before he slides his cock out of your mouth.

Severus soon pulls out as well, panting before he falls on top of you, Lucius' cock still in his ass—locking the blond's cum inside of his rear.

"Pull out, dickhead." Severus groans as he lies on your chest, you bring your fingers to his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"Why should I, Princeling?" Lucius smirks and rocks his hips teasingly. You feel Severus' cock go hard against you.

"Too much..." The dark headed male glares over his shoulder.

"I think he can take it." Remus pipes in, he cups Severus' chin before kissing him harshly.

"Oh?" You smirk, leaning up slightly you connect your lips to Severus' neck, licking the area before biting and sucking, leaving a deep, red hickey on the professors neck.

"I like your ideas." Lucius says to you and Remus. "Let's say another round, yes?"

Severus slowly nods, flustered. It only causes you, Lucius, and Remus to smirk, how fun the rest of this night would be.

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reality-exodus · 1 month

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Rebirth p.1

Pairing: George weasly x reader Word count: 1884 Summary: Y/N's pregnancy is something she realises late, as she attempts to speak to George, he has to go on the battle of the seven Potters.

It had been a crazy year Therefore actually living during the second wizarding world was something else. Both my parents were members of the order, and after Dumbledore’s murder everything seemed to be chaotically bad. They had a plan to lure the Death Eaters to Harry without sacrificing him. I was an exceptional potioneer or a more fun Snape as George always mocks me. I was fixing the last parts of the poly juice potion when my boyfriend entered and hugged me from the behind causing me to jolt.

“George!” I exclaimed and he kissed my cheek before letting go. “I will ruin the whole thing!” I shouted at him. Truth be told I disliked the plan. Both him and I were to participate therefore I stepped back- I couldn’t handle it at that point felt as if I should stay back Molly and Ginny shouldn’t be left unguarded. Other than that I had the worse feeling ever and it drove me sick.

“Excuse you- I cannot seem to not hug you when I see you.” His voice stroked my ears as he sat next to my working bench. Before I could reply he gagged. “How can you stand the smell?” He asked me and I chuckled.

“Numbing spell. I don’t feel anything.” I smiled at him adding the hair Harry gave me. Then added the stinky green slimed potion into seven vials.

“Smart girl, But I prefer when you make art. How am I supposed to drink that?” He asked me, his tone whiny therefore he landed me back on reality. My hand shook lightly as I was pouring it on the vials. My expression shifted almost too immediately at the mention of the situation.

“Hey hey- Y/N what- what is it?” He asked me his frown matching mine. He removed the small cauldron and the vial from my grip, my hands were shaking.

“I really don’t want you to go-.” I sighed and looked elsewhere. “I am sorry, I don’t mean to discourage you- I should’ve been used to it by now, mom and dad always go…” I explained but felt awful for bringing it up like that. He shouldn’t worry about me or a potential failure.

“Y/N, you are not discouraging me- you know me better than this.” George chuckled and pulled me close to him. “Everything will be okay.” He smiled at me, his smile was always suing bad thoughts away, stress and angst as well. George is aware of my difficulties on this spot, my parents often had missions assigned to them by the order that had them in jeopardy, countless nights I spent for a letter that they are alive. George was always staying up with me.

“I wanted to tell you something- Something about us-.” I sighed and looked at him, my whole body went numb and this time it was not the spell. But the goddamn voice of Madeye whining was heard.

“You will tell me once I get back.” George spoke, he stroked my cheek caringly. “Because I will always get back to you.” He spoke before pulling me for a kiss. I kissed him back, my lips hugging his. Usually it was the other way around- My passion made him chuckle lightly.

“Y/N your mother said you were the quickest.” He exclaimed, he was my mother’s mentor and my father’s as well. Now he wanted to be mine as well therefore I have a better chemistry with Remus Lupin.

“Am I not? I did make a potion for seven that takes three months in 20 hours… I’d call that lightning speed.” I spoke and offered the vials to Fleur, then to Ron, Fred, Hermione, Madeye who looked at it judgementally.

“It smells.” Alastor commented and I smiled.

“I may or may have not put the hair of a goblin in it…” I spoke before I moved to George and gave it to him my expression shifting from joyful.

“I’ll bring him back to you in one piece.” Remus spoke, his hand squeezing my shoulder assuringly as everyone was changing. He pulled me further. “Are you feeling well? You seem a bit pale.” He commented.

“I am awake two days… it’s the exhaustion.” I attempted to assure him but Remus only shook his head.

“Heightened senses.” Was all he said before returning back to the seven potters were standing in the middle of the room, he didn’t let me ask him though I knew he was aware of my current condition. I choked a laugh as Fleur was taking off her bra that wasn’t fit on Harry’s broad chest. Suddenly a potter grabbed my waist and kissed me. I let out a laugh.

“Now I cant tell who is Fred and who is you… You are identical.” I chuckled practically hugging Harry Potter.

“I am still prettier” Harry- Fred spoke up making me and George laugh.

“You wish” George chuckled, he was still holding me close to him but it wasn’t the same. I was literally kissing his sister’s boyfriend. Awkward.

The time passed- it was slowly moving on I was with Ginny in her room, she was reading to me a muggle book her father found and my eyelids went heavy, I hadn’t slept in some days, it wasn’t healthy and I had to be healthy these days. It was like a dream I was watching from afar. Voices- panicked voices. I woke up, reality hitting me hard once again- Someone was back. I launched my self downstairs to see Remus pointing his wand at Harry.

“Remus! What-?” I was to ask but then saw George- His head- he was bleeding “Oh my-…” I rushed and kneeled next to the sofa. He was white as sheet with Molly above him. His ghostly gaze looked up at me and his lips curved into a small smile that didn’t last more than two seconds. I could tell his eye lids felt heavy. He didn’t have the strength to move his gaze. I held his hand in mine but his fingers shifted cupping my hand instead. I teared up stroking his head slowly to take a look at the wound- I sobbed at the severity.

“Sssh” he shushed me that was all I need to keep my weeping silent. The last thing he needed was my sentimentalities. Remus placed his hand on my shoulder pulling me backwards lightly.

“There’s that spell on one of books of Snape-.” I turned to Harry. “This was a sectumsemptra-.” I sobbed the counter curse. Remus seemed thoughtful and Harry stunned. I felt the frustration boiling my blood. “And- and until then he needs the Anticeptic potion-.” I spoke, my voice was shaking and I sobbed. Once I turned around I saw Fred and Mr. Weasly. I didn’t realize they were back.

“How are you feeling Georgie?” Fred was asking, his hand shaking as well as he stroked George’s head. I was right behind him touching his shoulder. His gaze looking up at me before he made space for me too. I kneeled next to him.

“Saint like.” Georgie spoke and I got confused and looked at Fred.

“Come again?” Fred asked with a frown.

“I’m holey, Holey Fred.” Geroge chuckled weakly. I laughed getting his humor almost too immediately, his fingers waving lightly as I placed my hand to the spot they belonged. In his.

“The wole wide world of ear related humor and you go for ‘I am holey’? Pathetic.” Fred spoke, his lips crept in a smile and I couldn’t help but laugh. I admired their relationship- more than anything. It was so unique and pretty.

“Mad-eyes dead.” I heard- it was Bill- his gaze blank.

I covered my mouth removing my hand from George’s. I stood up almost immediately getting lightheaded. Fred got me before anything would happen further, unfortunately George saw it- he tried moving.

“Hey no -no” I exclaimed “I’ll get some air and make the potion alright?” I asked him- I didn’t bother hiding my tears anymore. It would be unnatural he knew me too well.

“Fred” George spoke his twins name and Fred knew exactly what his brother wanted him to do. He stood up holding my forearm for security as he escorted me out. Once we were out I let out a loud sob letting the bottled up sentiments out.

“Hey- hey” Fred pulled me in a hug. “He will be alright.” He assured me, rubbing my back in a soothing way. I hugged him too. He was the most important person to both our lives.

“Its- I wanted to tell him- And now I cant he is so injured- But I will not be able to live if he doesn’t know- if he never learns.” I babbled out between sobs, my tears were rivers streaming down my face- I stumbled- leaning against Fred’s physique.

“Easy Y/N!” he exclaimed as he kneeled down assisting me to sit on the grass. “Tell him what- He will live- he cant not do that.” Fred assured me- or more like attempted to do sofor both me and him.

“I tried telling him before you all left and he said I should tell him once he comes back. I had a bad feeling and it became real-.” I sobbed trying to unriddle what was so important what was panicking me.

“What are you talking about?” he asked me, I was shaking and he placed his coat on my shoulders and I hugged closer to me to get warmer.

“I am pregnant Fred! And he doesn’t know.” I exclaimed with a sob- “And now he is dying- he is bleeding out and we don’t even know the assessment of the wound and- I am not calm enough to do that-.” my overthinking habit was audibly taking over.

“You- you are- Y/N you need to calm down- not for you or George- but for the tiny creature here.” Fred assured me guiding me to take deep breaths. “Who else knows??”he asked me.

“Lupin understood- heightened senses.” I revealed my hand subcounciously to my belly. I had gained weight already but no one seemed to notice and I only found out two days ago before all these started.

“He will be alright okay? How about you tell me the herbs you need for that potion-.” Fred spoke, I could tell his panic rising.

“You know of herbology?” i asked with a slight chuckle, I was wiping my tears with my sleeve as I took the hand he offered to stand up.

“For your information, I know more than I let on.” Fred smiled as I started mentioning our years at Hogwarts.

Hey there

this ones a bit out of the blue as i rewatched some of the movies. I hope you liked it, it is uneditted and unprocessed. There will be one more part of this one shot soon to be uploaded.

Please let me know your opinion, it is always useful and appreciated to hear comments and remarks readers may have.

yours, Silvermist

PS/ I would gladly accept requests of harry potter you may have, send me a message or comment your request. I would gladly write about it.

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hearts4court · 9 months

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hi courtney ml, i’ve got a little marauders request for youuu, specifically remus x fem!reader

remus overhearing you, his girlfriend and sirius have a non-serious argument

”i’m going to fucking strangle you!” he yells, and remus’ head perks up from around the corner. ”what if i was into that?” the words come out too quick and remus is taken aback.

and then he gets flashbacks to the last time he choked you during sex oml 😇😇😇

I call remus #girl dinner 🍽️!!💋 i interrupted you saying that, as reader saying it to Sirius so lemme know if you want me to change it ml ^^

pairings: Remus J. Lupin x Fem!reader

warnings: choking, swearing, short story, mentions of death(strangulation), spelling errors, use of Y/N, 2nd POV.

lemme know if i miss anything!^^

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Sirius had been messing with you all damn day, he only did it because he liked to tease Remus about how you always ran to him when Sirius or James(or anyone in general)bullied you, but today you weren’t having it.

Remus was reading a book in the common room when he heard distant yelling approaching it, he knew that you and Sirius were probably arguing of something stupid, but decided not to say anything because he really didn’t care.

“Godric, Y/N! you’re so annoying!i’m going to fucking strangle you!” Sirius yelled at you as you two entered the common room, Remus’s popped his head up from his book and was going to say something before you interrupted him and spoke against Sirius.

“What if i was into that?” you said to Sirius crossing your arms, making him blush and groan.”Moony! get your girlfriend!” he yelled at the tall male who was blushing heavily on the couch in front of the fire place, his book in his lap while he covered his mouth with one hand.

“Remmy?” you call out in confusion, tilting your head slightly at his silence.

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Remus’s roommates were out at the quidditch game for the next hour so he had you all to himself.

“F-fuck, Remmy!” you moan as he thrusted into you, one of your hands gripping the bedsheets the other was on his back scratching at it and leaving claw marks.

“S’much! c-can’t take it!”you gasp, your moans and gasps were almost pornographic. “shh..s’okay dove, you can take it. Just one more f’me, okay? be a good girl for me..”he cooed pressing a soft kiss to your head as he thrusted into you softly but fast, smiling as you gave him a soft nod followed by a moan.

Remus wanted to try something, he wrapped his hand around your neck as he fucked you. Your back slightly arching off the bed and the hand on his back digging into his skin was now holding onto the wrist of the hand on your neck.

Remmy!

“Remus!” you said snapping your fingers in front of his face to snap him out of his trance.

“Wha-what? Sorry Dove— i wasn’t listening.”He admitted shyly looking at Sirius then to you who was by his side holding his arm in worry.

“i asked if you were okay. You seemed like you were lost for a moment.” you say rubbing his temple, making him smile.”M’fine love. just got distracted.” He said clearing his throat.

“i notice..”you trail off, your eyes wander down to his bulge in his pants that is slightly being covered by his book(only covered from Sirius).

“Need help, love?” you whispered as you tease him, licking your lips slightly making him blush once more before nodding slightly.

“Well, i’m tired. Remmy’s gonna walk me to my dorm, I’ll see you tomorrow, Sirius. Sorry about our argument today.” you say helping Remus stand up covering him slightly to hide his bulge.

“Yeah, me too, Y/N. Goodnight Y/N, night moons.” The dark haired Gryffindor said before headed up to his dorm. Once Sirius was out of sight, you turn to Remus.

“Come on, rem. My poor baby needs help.”you tease him as you lead him to the stairs of the girls dormitory, walking up to your (suspiciously and totally not planned) empty dorm.

don’t copy, translate, or repost any of my work w/o my permission!

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entitled-fangirl · 27 days

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The misaligned stars.

Remus Lupin x Original Character x (past)Regulus Black

Summary: The golden trio knocks on the door of someone who can help them with the Slytherin locket.

Warnings: talks of death, drowning, death eaters, not bad

A/N: It is so hard to try to summarize who liked who and who's related and shit, so good luck.

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Hermione knocked on the door of the small house.

It was Dumbledore's idea- going to the house of Cassiopeia Malfoy.

But Dumbledore was gone, and now it was up to the trio.

The door opened slowly.

A small woman with the infamous white Malfoy hair peered through the crack. "H…Hello?"

Hermione gave a small smile, "Hello. We're looking for Cassiopeia Malfoy."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, but her voice remained quiet, "What do you want with her?"

Harry stepped forward, "We have some questions. About this."

He held up the fake locket.

Even Ron noticed the widening of her eyes and the quickening of her breath.

"…Come in."

…

The woman set down four cups of hot tea and sat in one of the chairs of the living room. "How did you know I knew about this?"

Ron piped up, "Kreature mentioned you."

Her head tilted, "Kreature? Kreature talked about me?"

"Yeah," Harry chirped as he took a sip of the tea. "He said you took the locket. To keep him from getting hurt."

"That's true," she said. "I couldn't leave him like that. Everyone knows where the Black house is. I could hide it away and no one would know."

"Hide it?" Hermione asked. "What's your connection to the Blacks?"

"My connection?" She almost scoffed. "I am a Black. Somewhat."

The trio gave each other confused looks.

"Oh. You… you didn't… I didn't… um…" Her eyes widened as she looked away.

"You knew Sirius. He said that." Harry said. "Did you… marry him?"

The woman gave out a laugh, "Merlin, no!" She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "No, no. Sirius and I were wonderful friends, yes. But, no. I was married to Regulus."

"You married Regulus Black?" Hermione asked in shock.

"I didn't know he was married," Ron quirked.

"That was the point," Cassiopeia said. "After… after James and Lily died- the day they died- Regulus and I married."

"While you were still in school?" Hermione asked again.

"Yes," she said. "We loved each other so much. But, we feared that something could happen to us, and we married that day. If we were to die, we wanted to be married first."

"That's romantic," Hermione sighed.

"That's bloody ridiculous," Ron scoffed.

"Ronald!" Hermione scorned.

"No, it was." Cassiopeia said. "But, it worked. Regulus died not long after and… I still carry the name."

"Cassiopeia… Black?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "But no one else knows that."

She snapped out of her thoughts, "Right. The locket."

Harry gripped it in his hand, "Locket? I thought it was just a pendant."

"Oh, no." She said. "A locket. But it holds something wicked inside."

"The horcrux." Hermione chimed in.

"Yes. A horcrux. Let me… um…" She stood and disappeared into one of the side rooms of her home. They heard the sound of digging in one of the drawers before she appeared again, "Here it is."

In her hand, a horcrux of Lord Voldemort dangled delicately.

Harry held a hand up to his forehead in pain.

"It was the last thing Regulus did- getting this, I mean." She stated.

Ron held out his hand, taking the locket in his hand. "What happened exactly?"

"It's complicated. You know how to destroy a horcrux?"

Harry shrugged, "No, but we intend to find out."

"Well, if surviving in that cave is any indication, I'd say you three can figure it out."

Her words provided little comfort.

Harry moved forward in his seat, "I know I'm simply prying but-"

"-But how did he die?" Cassiopeia guessed.

Harry nodded.

"He was drowned by the Inferi."

"He died IN the cave?" Harry asked.

She nodded, sipping her tea again. Her voice was barely heard, "yes."

The three noticed the shaking in her hands.

"Please. Tell us what happened?" Hermione pleaded.

She sighed and set the cup down, "Regulus was a calculated man. He knew what he was doing. He gained the trust of the Dark Lord. He was… he was in the higher ranks. But when Sirius was charged falsely for betraying your parents, Regulus knew the truth and vowed to find a way to kill Voldemort. He… discovered the horcruxes and… well…"

Harry nodded and opened his mouth to say more, but paused when he heard the front door open and a familiar voice ring throughout the home, "Sophie?"

Cassiopeia turned her head to look over her shoulder, "I'm in here, love."

The trio felt the air leave their lungs as Remus Lupin rounded the corner.

He paused, "Oh. Harry, Ron, Hermione. I didn't… I wasn't expecting you three."

He stepped toward the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Harry is just here to ask about Regulus."

Remus nodded, "I see."

"I'm so sorry," Hermione chimed in. "I have to ask…"

Cassiopeia sighed as her cheeks turned red, "It's a… newer development. Things have been hard for us as of late, and… we find… solace in each other."

They both loved a Black brother.

And both of those brothers were dead.

Remus nodded and bent down to kiss the crown of her head. "I'll make supper. You three stay tonight."

"No, that's alright, Remus-" Harry said.

"-Nonsense." Remus chided. "It's dangerous for you three right now. Stay at least tonight. For me."

The three debated and communicated through their eyes before Harry nodded, "That would be lovely. Thank you."

…

It was relieving to Harry to finally get to see two people that truly loved each other interact in such a domestic state: making supper.

Their hands brushed occasionally and they shared a smile each time.

He couldn't help but stare.

Even as Remus pulled one of her arms towards him. She absentmindedly let him, immersed in her cooking. He pulled the sleeve of her shirt to her elbow and rubbed the faded dark mark that resided there.

She quickly turned to look at him.

He gave a sweet smile and gently kissed her wrist, then kissed her cheek.

She smiled and shooed him away.

…

"Why have you never mentioned her before?" Harry asked Remus after dinner.

The man sighed, "It's too complicated."

"Well, we have time." Harry scoffed.

"No, you need your rest. Sleep and we'll talk in the morning. I'll help you get anything you need for the road."

"Thank you, Remus."

"-Remus?" Cassiopeia almost whispered as she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Remus could feel himself melting at her tired eyes. "Yes, dove?"

"When are you coming to bed?"

His eyes flicked to Harry, then back to her, "In just a moment, darling, I promise."

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. She turned back to her room and muttered a quiet, "G'night, Harry."

Harry made a note of the light in Remus's eyes.

"Tell me." Remus concluded, "Did she tell you what you needed to know?"

Harry shrugged, "I mean…. I still don't know how to destroy it, but I have it now, and that's all I needed from her."

Remus nodded, and pulled his lips into a thin line in thought.

"I'm sorry," Harry piped up, "about Regulus. That must have been hard for her."

"You've no idea," Remus muttered. "She's always been a sweet soul. Even back at Hogwarts. Everyone loved her."

"How the hell did she end up marrying Regulus?" Harry asked.

"She was a Hufflepuff. The Malfoys were outraged. But Regulus managed to talk Lucius into keeping ties with her. After all, that was his sister. But… Regulus took an interest in her. Who wouldn't?" Remus leaned back in his seat, reminiscing out loud for Harry. "And they secretly dated for almost a year before we found out- me, Sirius, Peter, and your father. She ran around in some of our circles. Peter was infatuated with her. We teased him about it all of the time but Sirius would always get mad."

Harry felt a smile come to his face at the thought of his parents' time at the school.

"Regulus and Sophie were still in school, their seventh year when your parents died. Seeing Sirius accused and sent to Askaban. It sent Regulus into a tailspin. They were married after that."

"Yeah, she mentioned that."

"Well, Regulus came to the Order and offered information. We accepted. Not long after, we heard of his death."

Harry furrowed his brows, "But surely Cassiopeia would've stopped him from going, right?"

Remus ran a hand over his face and sighed, "No. He promised her he'd take her… to ease her spirits. But he left in the morning before she awoke. Left her a note. And never came back." He chewed on his lip before continuing, "She didn't find out what happened until Kreature came back and told her."

"And… the dark mark?"

"Ah, yes. Um… She joined when she was dating Regulus. It was to please everyone's families so they could be married. But, she wasn't ever loyal to Voldemort. And Regulus didn't make her attend meetings. He couldn't bare to corrupt her like that."

The boy who lived was finally starting to understand. "And you two…"

Remus chuckled, "We used to be wonderful friends at Hogwarts. Studied together. Never any romantic feelings. Wasn't until after Sirius died that we grew attached to each other."

Cassiopeia appeared in the doorway again, her hair awry this time and wearing pajamas, "-Remus? You promised."

"And so I did, Sophie." He stood and walked to her, taking her waist in his hands gently. "Good night, Harry. We'll talk in the morning."

Harry could hear the two wandering down the hall as Remus cooed, "Let's get you to bed, sweet woman."

It made the boy's heart happy.

In another world, he thought, they'd be beyond happy.

He flipped the locket over and over in his hand, lost in thought.

Cassiopeia Black. Hmm.

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“Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge.”

Remus never thought he’d be sitting on this train once more. In this moment, he’s 14 again. The hills roll by and if he closes his eyes, imagines just hard enough, he can still hear the clamouring and giggling that used to belong here. The train is empty, save for Remus, a special trip just for him. In the worst way, this is all too familiar. Like the trunk remembers the axe, Remus can’t help but feel he is gently travelling towards a terrible thing.

“A minute from home but I feel so far from it.”

Remus had lived in London for so long that the Welsh had been bleached out of his accent. Hope and Lyall were long gone, finally resting. And Remus was alone. Home had always been where his heart had lived. Never Wales though, never a place, always a person. Cariad. Cariad. Cariad. With every beat of his heart, Remus knows where home is. He thinks of James and Lily and Harry. He thinks of a home that once belonged to them.

“The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin.”

He thinks of a home that belongs to him, of a basement with a torn up mattress and a master bedroom with a leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair. Remus could never understand how people could one day lock a door and never open it again. Until he did. Slowly, the cottage grew to be too much, bore a weight so goddamn heavy that Remus shouldered it all. That house held the three people he loved, “love” his mind corrects him. He wonders whether in 11 years of solitude, that house too, would be reluctant to see him again.

“It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again.”

In a way, only Remus could understand why James and Lily had to die. Unfortunately, there is always a greater good. There is always someone, ‘something’ his mind hisses, greater than him. The rage is dormant now. The war is over. Remus knows loss incredibly well, walks hand in hand with her most days. Instinctively, he tightens his grip on his thigh. It serves as a reminder. You survived the war. You lost everyone you love. You are real. You are neither punished nor the punisher. Not anymore.

“The things that I lost here, the people I knew.”

Remus takes a walk along the length of the train. Nostalgia’s sake and all that. The open compartment doors rattle gently and the seats are vacant. For some reason, Remus half expected to run into a brick wall at King’s Cross. He doesn’t know how to exist in this space again, how to walk the halls of the castle without feeling like a ghost instead. Mostly, Remus doesn’t know how he could look into James’ faces and Lily’s eyes again, and see them on someone else.

“They got me surrounded for a mile or two.”

Logically, he knows “No.” is as good an answer as any. He made sure that there were no more favours, no more secrets. Remus knows that from 11, the castle cared for him. He also knows that care and respect go hand in hand. He has no debt to the castle but he does have duty to fulfil. For every man who obeys his duty, there is another who cannot. A prison cell briefly flashes in his mind, then a cupboard under stairs, then a set of silver handcuffs.

“The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel.”

The train shudders and stops. The sky is dark. Remus’ eyes are closed. He inhales deeply and lets muscle memory take over. His steps now echo down the empty train carriages. He is just as tall as the last time he stood here. This time, he leaves behind four giggling boys. He leaves behind the weight of a head in his lap. The image is superimposed into his eyelids. Remus hopes that everything that ever existed still exists in moments, even though we don’t get them back. The doors slide open and he steps onto the platform.

“I'm back between villages and everything's still.”

For the second time in his life, Remus John Lupin has the sudden and crashing realisation that he is totally and utterly alone.

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you always draw sirius’ ass so perfectly like so fat and round and just 🤌🤌

This was wedged between a really sweet comment about characterisations and a Tiny enquiry and that just about sums up what I’m about.

Thank you, enough cushioning for the Lupin death grip. You and Remus are both welcome.

#and the snacks #that was meant to say smacks #autocorrect is wolfstar’s biggest fan #ask #Sirius

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The Days That Follow // Remus Lupin

Summary:

“There was a before you and there was a during you. For some reason, I never thought there would be an after you.”

They say that grief has five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Over the course of a year after her husband’s death, (Y/N) Lupin goes through all of them.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: A WHOLE TON OF ANGST, character death, grief, mourning and depression

Word Count: 3.8k

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A/N: For my first imagine after coming back to writing I thought I would brake all of your hearts. Enjoy (if you can?)

Denial

May 2nd, 1998

It’s his pale, lifeless hand spread out on the cobblestone that your eyes fixate on. Not his face, not his hair, not his body. They stare at the hand that had run it’s fingers through your hair only a few hours ago. The thumb that had brushed along your jawline after your final kiss. The palm you had squeezed before the battle had separated you.

It looks cold. Dust coats it, and you can see black grime underneath each fingernail. Small patches of blood litter their way across the skin. That skin used to have colour, but now it appears to have been bleached free of it.

For the first time you feel the sharp pain of the air that is caught in your throat. It is muffling any sound right now, but you know as soon as you let it out you wont be able to help but scream.

It is almost as if time has slowed down around you. You cannot make out any sounds, just a constant hum of noise. The Great Hall is full of bodies, lined up one after another. Each one has its own group of mourners, but you don’t see them. Your eyes only see your husbands hand on the floor.

Suddenly, your knees are on the ground beside him. You reach out and grab the hand in front of you. Your fingertips glide along his skin, searching for any point of warmth, of life.

This isn’t real. It’s another nightmare, brought forth by the anxiety of war. Every second you spend holding his hand, the blurrier your vision gets. But tears would mean that this is real, not some cruel mind game you know it has to be.

“No,” you say. Your voice is hoarse and strained. “No, he isn’t dead. He can’t be.”

Nobody says a word. For the first time, you let your eyes stray from his hand. They flicker to his face. It’s just as pale, just as lifeless as his hand. His eyes are open and glassy, staring up towards the ceiling of the Great Hall.

“No,” you say the word again. It seems to be the only word you can say or think. “No, no, no.”

You drop his hand to the floor and reach towards his chest, your fingers griping the edge of his ragged blazer. Dust and soot has sunk deep into the fabric and new holes line it’s surface. Underneath he wears his green knit sweater. That had been a Christmas present from Molly. It was brown from the dust and the dirt now, and when you touched it, the particles came to line your hands.

You grip onto the clothes of his chest. You’re shaking them now, like the action will wake him. All he needs is to take one breath, one deep breath and it will be okay.

You can feel his name in your mouth. You’re repeating it over and over again, every time louder. As your voice grows, so does the violence with which you shake his body. Your cheeks are wet, there is no point holding back the tears now.

“(Y/N),” Hermione is saying behind you. She places her hands on your shoulders, trying to pull you back from your husband’s body. “(Y/N), please, he’s gone.”

You’re back to saying no again. It’s seems like the only rational thing you can say. “No, no, no, he’s not. He’s going to be fine. He has to be.”

You wiggle your way out of Hermione’s grip but now Kingsley Shacklebolt has his arms around you. He pulls you away from Remus, whispering in your ear. “(Y/N), look at him. He’s gone.”

You stop struggling and lean your head against Kingsley’s broad chest. Your breaths are sharp and jagged. You hand grips onto Kingsley’s forearm.

He’s right. Your eyes search your husband’s face. While it looks like him, with the same features you had grown so used to, there was something missing. No light, warmth or emotion.

Remus Lupin is dead.

Anger

May 13th, 1998

The glass vase hits the floor with a crash, shards splintering off and dispersing across the wooden floor. You can feel a few sharp tickles of tiny glass pieces falling on the tops of your bear feet. Water is now trickling amongst the shards of broken glass.

You look down at the mess below you, your eyes focusing on the half-dried pink peonies that are scattered through it. They were a present from Arthur. Perhaps, he had thought the beauty of them would make you feel just a little bit better. Or maybe, he thought the gesture of giving them to you would be a reassurance that he was there for you. But really, all you could take note of was the look of pity sewn into his features as he held them out to you.

You pushed all of the air out of your lungs in a single, loud huff. The pain of being alone, of not seeing him, of not being able to talk to him was suffocating. Day-to-day life had become more than just a struggle. Little things that you would normally pay no attention to had become some of the biggest annoyances.

It feels as though there is a constant scream sitting in your throat. Your chest is constantly heavy, your face is constantly hot and flushed. Your nerves are continuously active, feeling every little thing that brushes by your skin. Your own body has become a constant source of it’s own antagonism.

The idea of him not being here with you is unbearable. The idea of never looking at his face, never feeling your hands on his chest, never hearing words come out of his mouth again causes not just an emotional pain, but a physical one. It feels like every fibre in your body is being pulled apart by that swelling anger.

You feel tempted to reach across and press one of your feet down on some of the sharp shards of glass. Perhaps that would provide a release for the boiling emotions coursing through your body every moment. Blood and anger will seep out in a red, burning mix.

Teddy stirs in the next room. The loud crash of the vase has woken him up. What starts as soft mumbles of discomfort turns into piercing loud screams that echo around the otherwise silent house. You place a hand to your face for a moment, close your eyes and try to quell that rising anger in your stomach.

You walk towards the door, cursing whatever or whoever caused you to be doing this on your own.

Bargaining

April 25th, 1998

“Oh, it’s chilly out here.” Molly wraps her cardigan closer around herself as you watch her sit down beside you. “You should be wearing a coat if you’re going to sit outside.”

You offer her a half-smile and turn your gaze back to the rolling hills outside The Burrow. It’s night but the moon is bright, so you can still see the silhouette of each of them. Hundreds upon hundreds of stars litter the sky above you.

Molly places a hand on your shoulder before wrapping it around your upper arm. “You’re doing so well, dear. We’re all so proud of you.” She leans her face in closer as she says it, the tip of her nose just touching your ear.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words seem to take form. Instead, you reach your other hand up to place it over hers. You swallow sharply, stifling what you can of an inevitable cry.

“Oh, here, here,” Molly puts an arm around you, pulling you towards her. She presses your head down on her chest and coos like a mother comforting an upset toddler.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper the apology through the material of Molly’s cardigan.

“Don’t you dare apologise. I’m serious. You are doing so well, okay?” You nod against her chest.

“I could have done something, you know. If I was with him during the battle, I could have stopped it. Whoever it was, I could have stopped them. He would still be here.” Molly shakes her head, reaching up to place her hand on the side of your face.

“No, no, don’t start that. You could not have done anything, (Y/N).” She holds you tight against herself. The woman is maternal instinct personified.

“I could have. I could have begged him to stay home with Teddy and I. Teddy would have a father, instead of just me.” Your voice breaks at the last bit. If you had begged him hard enough, Teddy would still have a parent he deserves. He would grow up in a happy household, instead of one that is haunted by a ghost.

“That never would have happened, (Y/N), you know that.” Her voice is strong, trying her best to reassure your racing mind. “Remus died fighting for a cause he believed. He fought to make a world he was happy for Teddy to grow up in. You couldn’t have stopped him, my dear. Just like no one could have stopped you.”

You cry against her, your breaths loud and ragged. She continues to hold you through it, her hand stroking the side of your arm.

Depression

August 12th, 1998

For a second, your brain can’t register the sound coming from the neighbouring room. Your arms reach out into the empty space in the bed beside you, almost like you can push the sound away. After a few more seconds, you recognise the cry of a baby, his screams growing louder and sharper.

You roll over onto your back, raising your hands to rub your eyes back to life. The room is dark and dim, only a sliver of moonlight coming in through a crack in the blinds. It barely lights up the room and you can only see the outline of the door across from your bed.

Teddy continues to scream. You hear the wails ripple through his throat, coming out in a disorganised mess of sound. It echoes throughout the house, into your room and lodges in your ear cannel.

Please, please stop, you think. Just for a single second, please stop.

His cries are relentless. They’re like an endless knock at the door. They want something from you, something you don’t have the energy to provide. The corner of your eyes become wet and you stifle your own, small cry.

A shuffle goes past your door and a little head pokes itself through the crack. You see the red of Molly Weasley’s hair. She had planted herself in the small guest room the last few weeks, trying her best to manage and organise the mess of your life right now while feeling her own relentless grief.

“I’ll get him, dear.” As quickly as she had appeared, she scuttles off again. After a few more seconds, you begin to hear the whisper of her voice and little shushes of comfort. “It’s okay, little one. You’re okay.”

Teddy’s cries begin to settle, and soon enough the house becomes still.

He deserves more, he needs more. What kind of mother can leave her own child to scream like that? What kind of mother has to rely on another woman to comfort her child?

You close your eyes in anticipation of a sleep you know will never come.

September 30th, 1998

The record plays loud and clear, the fast pop song lightening up the living room around you. You have the blinds pulled wide open, bright autumn daylight streaming in through the windows. You bounce your head along to the music, taping your feet together to the beat.

You hold the duster in your hand, brushing it across the old lamp you have beside the couch. You look down at little Teddy in his rocker. He is smiling up at you with his wide gummy grin, watching as you sway to the song enveloping the two of you. You smile back down at him, reaching out and touching one finger briefly to his nose. He giggles, beaming up at you.

“Oh, you’re happy today.” His continuous giggles seem to sound out the blearing music. “Me too, bubs. Me too.”

You continue to dance for him, swinging your arms around ridiculously. It’s almost like his eyes are glistening up at you, pure happiness coming from them.

You turn and begin to dust the mantle of the fireplace, past a vase with fresh daisies. You then see the face-down photo frames resting on the brown mahogany mantle. There is about five of them, all in a row. The hand holding the duster falls down beside your body and you drop it on the floor.

You reach and pick up one of the them, turning the picture to face you. Its a photograph from your wedding day. You’re arm-in-arm with Remus. He is wearing the nicest suit that he owned and you are in your mother’s old satin wedding gown. You can see the little white flower pins you wore in your hair that day glistening in the sun outside the small and modest chapel.

You watch as you look up at Remus beside you, your smile wide and bright. He is beaming down at you as the two of you soak each other up. In the last frame of the captured moment, Remus turns towards the lens. The expression on his face is soft and golden and warm.

You cannot hear the music anymore, or Teddy’s soft giggles. You cannot hold the picture frame or bear to look at the image it contains. You place it back, face down, on the dusty mantlepiece once again.

December 25th, 1998

The cramped living room of the Burrow is buzzing with a warm, cozy energy. It’s not its usual barrage of festive noise but a slow gentle hum, half-smiles on the faces that fill the room. Everyone is trying their best to be happy, trying to make the best of the Christmas holiday. Despite the Christmas food, music and decorations, the absence of Fred and Remus still hangs in the air like an unusual smell.

Teddy sits on your lap, bouncing up and down. His blissful unawareness is the envy of everyone in the room. As he bounces, he begins to babble. Arthur sits on the ground beside him. As Teddy makes nonsensical sounds, Arthur responds with a fake confident understanding.

“Oh, is that right, Teddy? I never would have known!” You laugh and watch as Arthur holds a finger out to your son. He grasps onto it, clenching his fist around it with all of his nine-month-mite.

“Oh, (Y/N),” Molly says. “We have something little for Teddy.” She pulls a little parcel wrapped in brown paper from beside her and passes it towards you.

“Oh, Molly, you didn’t need to do that.” You smile up at her. Her red hair has noticeably more greys then last Christmas. She tries her best to smile warmly, but you can see there is a layer of sadness there.

“Nonsense, of course we did.” You take the present from her hands and place it in Teddy’s lap. You pull the brown parchment apart and smile as Teddy tries his best to help you. He grasps a piece of it in his hand, shaking it around for everyone to see. A chuckle travels around the room.

Inside is a tiny little blue tie and a grey button down shirt, one size too big for the nine-month-old in your lap.

A crooked smile makes its way on Ron’s lips. “Add a rugged little tweed blazer and he’ll be the spitting image of Rem-”

Hermione elbows him in the stomach, cutting off the rest of his sentence. You look up at him, just in time to catch the confused look he gives her. She just shakes her head, “I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay. You’re right, Ron.” You try your best to curve your lips into a smile. “We’ll need to get a matching jacket so you can look just like your daddy, huh Teddy?”

You look up at Ron again and offer what you can of a reassuring look. The room has suddenly become quiet except for the constant sound of Teddy’s babbling.

You turn your gaze to Arthur beside you. “Do you mind looking after Teddy for a moment while I go to the bathroom?” He nods and you pass Teddy over to him, watching as he takes his place on the older man’s lap. You slip past the group and up the stairs, heading towards one of the empty bathrooms in the burrow.

The pain builds slowly. Every step you take up the stairs feels heavier, like you have to push your way up. You only just make it to the bathroom and close the door before you give into the weight.

The sobs come in spasms, the air punching its way out of your chest. Every time you think of Remus, this seems to be the outcome. A single thought of him is enough to send you down a spiral of relentless grief. There are no happy memories anymore, only a longing for one more conversation, one more embrace, one more kiss that will never come.

There is a soft knock at the door. You don’t turn your head. You don’t want them to see you like this, eyes red raw and swollen.

Ginny whispers your name, soft and low. You hear her close the door behind her and she makes her way to sit down on the ground beside you. No eyes connect, but you feel her hand slip down, beside your arm, until it clasps onto your own hand. Her thumb gently brushes back and forth upon the skin of your hand, a slow and comforting motion.

You rest your head on her shoulder as she brings her other arm to come around your body. You feel her press her lips against the hair on your head, trying her best to sooth the cries that still flow out of you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

You shake your head dismissively. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not fair what happened. You don’t deserve this.”

You remain silent for a moment, letting her continue to comfort you with affectionate touches. You grasp her hand a little tighter when you speak again. “I’m not the first widow in the world.”

She just kisses you on the head again, pulling you in closer to her. It’s a reassuring feeling. You feel your own cries slow and the clamp around your throat loosen.

“I don’t want people to whisper his name around me. I don’t want him to be a half-spoken memory. I want to be able to remember him. I want to remember his face, his voice, his life without wanting to crawl into that grave with him.”

You look up at her for the first time since she entered the room. Her expression is soft and tender. Your eyes are still wet, tears dangling on the edge. Ginny raises a hand up and rubs them away, placing another gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I just miss my husband.”

Acceptance

May 2nd, 1999

Teddy’s chubby little fist grasps onto your fingers tightly as he dawdles over towards the memorial. His feet stomp on the ground, one after the other, happy to be out and about for the day. He giggles as he goes along, pulling you behind him.

The memorial is long and vast, running the length of an entire wall. Engraved on it’s rough steel surface are the names of those who fell in both the First and Second Wizarding War. The sheer number is overwhelming. As the wall continues on, a separate list gathers at the end. Listed below The Battle of Hogwarts, is a series of 50 or so names.

Today, a group gathers around them. Many of them are familiar, friends or family of the people you had fought beside one year ago today. There is a quiet hush around them all. Teddy’s little giggles cut through them with ease. In his other hand he holds some small dandelions he picked himself. They bounce in his hand with every step he takes.

As you get closer, you reach down and pick your son up, resting him on your hip. He continues to babble as you reach the wall, the names now visible. You scan them up and down until your eyes rest on the name of your husband engraved amongst them. Under his name are a few sentences that try their best to sum up his 38 years of life.

Remus J. Lupin (1960-1998)

Original member of the Order of the Phoenix and former Defence Against the Arts Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Died defending the castle during the Battle of Hogwarts. Survived by his wife (Y/N) and son Edward.

The sentences are simple and blunt for necessity. It feels like an awful generalisation. No person reading this, who didn’t know him in life, would understand the man that Remus Lupin was. A man filled with complexities, so intelligent and kind and pure. No one would know the sound of his laugh or the way he would roll his eyes every time you told a stupid joke. No one would be able to picture the look on his face when he held his son for the first time, or the way he had played with the faint wisps of hair on Teddy’s head.

No. All those moments were just memories you had to hold onto now. Despite the fact that Teddy would never meet his father, never understand what it was like to be in his presence, you were going to make sure that he knew him. Teddy was going to know the man who had given his life to make the world a better place for him to live.

Teddy giggles and reaches his arm out in an uncoordinated jerk. His little fingers land on the engraved name of his father. You smile and press a faint kiss to his head.

The pain will always be there. You understand that now. You will carry it, always, like an open wound that never fully heals. But that is the way it should be. The pain is only there because of how much you had loved Remus in life, and how much you love him still in death. Inside that pain is every kiss you ever shared, every moment in bed beside him, every little dance you did with his hand in yours.

In this way, Remus Lupin will never truly die.

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A-Z AU Rec List

Saw this A-Z list of AU writing prompts and decided to make a rec list based on it! This has a little bit of everything, pairings wise, so hopefully there’s something for everyone.

A: Apocalypse AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

B: Bounty Hunter AU Bounty Hunter by SnippyandSnarky [drarry, M, 32k] Set after the 7th book. Voldemort is nearly defeated. A familiar bounty hunter is picking off Death Eaters one by one. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

C: College AU Wannabe Your Lover by Maraudererasmut & shadow_prince [wolfstar, M, 15k] Somewhere in America, Fall of 1997 - Returning to University, James refused to room with Sirius in the wake of The Great Cheez-it Battle of '96. They must adjust to living with someone new, Mr. Potter worried they'd both get scurvy, James unsuccessfully continued trying to court one Lily Evans, Snape got what was coming to him, and Sirius was the most confused of them all.

D: Do-Over (Second Chance) AU Do It All Over Again (Series) by DracoWillHearAboutThis [drarry, E, 468k] All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision. At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine. (also available as a podfic)

E: Emergency Responders AU Oh, We Lost Magic by nerakrose [wolfstar, jily, G, 4k] The year is 1985 and Sirius, Remus, James and Lily are working as paramedics in muggle London, living seemingly normal lives…except there's really an awful lot of weird things going on.

F: Fake Dating AU Distractions by morningsound15 [hermione/ginny, T, 86k] Ginny sighed and slumped back in her seat. “You’re letting him win. He’s winning the breakup!” “Everything you’re saying is ridiculous! You can’t win a breakup.” “Obviously you can, and Ron is doing it!” “You’re being childish. Not everything is about winning and losing.”

G: Ghost AU Another Day in the Sun by REwrites [wolfstar, T, 19k] Is it haunted? I suppose that depends on who is telling the story.

H: Historical Fiction AU Blood and Brimestone by calanthe_fic [drarry, E, 42k] The Inquisition claims it reforms and cleanses Prodigals of their demonic heritage, but Captain Harry Potter learns that the Church has lost its way and is worse by far than the devils in Hells Below. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

I: Investigation AU Caught by Phiso [wolfstar, G, 4k] Sirius Black was the thief no one could catch – at least, not until he met his match in Detective Inspector Remus Lupin.

J: Jazz Club AU A Specter of The Night [+Podfic] by writer-or-whatever [wolfstar, T, 1k] Roaring 20s Wolfstar AU OR The one where Sirius turns up out of the blue as a Jazz singer and Remus is confused and still very much in love.

K: Knitting AU Charmed Wool by winnett [drarry, E, 11k] Draco works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department (MMAD). Tracking down an illegal knitter of charmed jumpers takes him to County Cork where he never expected to find the missing Chosen One. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

L: Lycanthropy AU seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here [snily, G, 6k] “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”

M: Musician AU Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [wolfstar, M, 5k] Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?

N: No Voldemort AU Sing Me a (Christmas) Love Song by andromedablacc [James/Sirius, G, 1k] James is a famous Quidditch player, and once upon a time Sirius was famous in his own right.

O: Office AU Of Tinsel and Nice Starts by nerakrose [wolfstar, G, 2k] Mysterious clouds and strange coffee abounds. Office romance.

P: Photographer AU Rule of Thirds by bluepeony [wolfstar, G, 2k] Modern AU: Sirius Black, star of the university's football team, only wants one thing: a teensy-weensy, harmless little kiss.

Q: Quidditch Player AU our kiss is as the moon to draw by blackkat [lily/narcissa, T, 1k] “Problems, cousin?” Narcissa calls to Sirius, cool and sugar-sweet. She’s smirking, braid of pale hair coming loose, and Lily should absolutely be cheering for Gryffindor, but she can't help herself. As Narcissa turns into a sharp dive, snatching the Quaffle right out of James's hands as she passes, she whoops, clapping her hands together. “I think this is the part where I'm supposed to call you a traitor,” Remus observes from the seat beside her, as dry as dust, though he hasn’t even lifted his gaze from his book.

R: Receptionist AU They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [wolfstar, G, 5k] Hospital receptionist Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.

S: Soulmate AU Amare Series by ABlackRaven [harry/cedric, T, 173k] Cedric feels drawn to protect Harry Potter. Whether this be from Dementors on a Quidditch pitch or the tasks of a life-threatening tournament, he's determined to help him. He can't help but worry about the younger boy. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…something more? Harry feels drawn to Cedric, safe when he is near. He certainly has no shortage of dangers in his life, from an abusive home life to the growing threat of Voldemort. He cant help the guilt that he puts Cedric in danger by proximity. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…could he hope for something more? And when the end of the third task goes horribly wrong, will either of them survive? A rewrite of Book 4 revolving around Harry and Cedric.

T: Time Travel AU Escaping the Paradox by Meri [snarry, E, 35k] After Harry is thrown back in time to 1971, he has several choices to make. (also available as a podfic)

U: Undercover AU The Chosen One & The Halfblood Prince by waitingondaisies [Harry & Severus, T, 93k] Severus Snape was discovered as a spy mere days before the start of the school year. Thankfully, Albus had been working on a vague contingency plan for this possibility. It had been inspired by the question, “What would it take for Severus Snape to see that he was wrong about Harry Potter?” The answer? Force Severus to go undercover as Alfonse “Eli” Hopkirk, a sixth year Gryffindor.

V: Vampire AU Immortal Claim by ladyofsilverdawn [snarry, E, 16k] Harry needs Snape's cooperation to solve a case, but navigating vampiric culture and Snape's powerful allure proves more challenging than he anticipates.

W: Western AU Hell and High Water by Krethes [susan bones/pansy parkinson, T, 7k] Pansy is the daughter of the leader of a notorious band of outlaws that's been running this dusty old town for as long as she can recall. Then one day a new sheriff rides into town with her pretty little niece at her side who keeps making pretty little eyes at Pansy and -- aw, hell. (also available as a podfic)

X: N/A

Y: Youtube AU real life has no appeal by orphan_account [wolfstar, G, 7k] In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.

Z: Zombie AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

Yes, yes, I know. The first and last list items are the same, but there are only so many zombie and/or apocalypse AUs.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 10 months

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Moonlit Affection

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: age gap (age of reader is 18), some minor inaccuracies concerning timeline

Words: 3500

The harbingers of death. Their cloaked figures approach you yet you knew the faces behind the Death Eater masks.

Many were hailed from the most influential wizarding families; the most pure.

You lost count of how many were crammed into that long room. They immersed themselves with the shadows and confused you.

Some had their claws digging into your younger brother’s shoulders and arms, holding him down as he squirmed through discomfort and pain. Behind him was the triumphantly crooked grin of the Dark Lord himself as he praises Draco. The Dark Mark branded on his forearm, Draco’s gray eyes host tears of his unvoiced anguish. Devastation lined every inch of what once was such a youthful face.

You didn’t have to be a Legilimens to hear the thought that Draco was screaming at you as his eyes were round with horror, trained on you.

Run.

Save yourself.

There doesn’t need to be two sacrificial lambs.

Voldemort would not be satisfied with only one Malfoy sibling though.

He wanted both of you under his control.

You swat at what few hands grip into your clothes, attempting to pull you closer into the swarm.

If you had been smaller, you would have run into the safe arms of your mother. She’d always kept you safe.

When you turn, a plead heavy in your mouth, you lose all hope. She couldn’t help you nor could your father. But her eyes screamed the same thing Draco’s did:

Run

When the first safe place you could come up with popped into your head, you fled with your wand and a bag of Floo Powder. At the nearest, accessible fireplace, you dive in and let loose the powder as you say clearly where you desired to go.

A Few Months Later

You’re jostled awake by Molly screaming throughout the Burrow for everyone to get their butts up.

Taking a few moments to wake your brain up, you kick off your blankets off of you. You psych yourself up for the triathlon you had grown so accustomed to since leaving Malfoy Manor.

You booked it out of the attic and down the stairs, pushing pass Ron very easily but running into trouble when Ginny bumps into you and throws you off your balance with a wicked grin.

Didn’t matter who beat who to the breakfast table because Fleur and Bill were already seated. Bill was piling on his plate all that constituted a proper breakfast for a blossoming werewolf. Arthur Weasley has his newspaper propped open, making quiet comments to himself here and there. Fred and George who’d been visiting for a few weeks now make it a point to get their hands on as much food as possible so that there was none left for you or their actual siblings.

Outside the windows was a winter wonderland. Not even the garden gnomes dared to come out.

While Christmas morning would be spent at the Weasley’s, dinner was to be had at the former home of Sirius Black, Grimmauld Place. After his death, it had been passed down to Harry Potter, his godson.

Now how exactly had a Malfoy ended up so close to the Golden Trio? When Umbridge was ruling Hogwarts in the absence of Dumbledore, you’d become somewhat of a mentor and friend to not just the Trio, but all their friends as well. In a way, you protected them against your younger brother who’d become a tyrant helping the wretched witch in pink. While you weren’t always able to get them out of trouble, you did your best while also pretending to be the perfect pure blood everyone expected you to be.

When they learned of your self-exile from the Malfoy family, that made you even more amazing in their eyes.

You missed your family, despite how wretched their alliance to the Dark Lord was.

Harry and the others rallied around you. Their support and love reduced your homesickness though you knew it would never really go away. Not when you feared for all of them. Draco and Narcissa knew yet it was too late. If they didn’t abide Voldemort’s every whim, they would be killed but not before the Dark Lord tortured them until their minds were fractured.

Molly beams at you as she’s placing more food on the table for the three stragglers. “Merry Christmas (y/n)!”

Needless to say, your mornings started off great when Molly Weasley was there. “Marry Christmas Molly.” You pull up a chair and a clean plate is magically rolled over to you. Not wanting to get left behind, you start to place food onto it’s surface. The spread on the table was absolutely magnificent.

Even though room was tight and elbows nudged against your sides, it was already looking to be one of your favorite Christmases. At Malfoy Manor, your dining table was so long that sometimes you had to raise your voice a bit if you wanted to say something.

The conversations were filled with laughter opposed to the mutters of conspiracies and duties.

Presents were carefully packed away in Molly’s bag. She’d be the first to go through the Floo Powder. Everyone waited for their turn, Ron and Ginny especially excited to see Harry and Hermione. Christmas at 22 Grimmauld Place were always festive. This would be your first.

Once you pass through to the other end, you shake yourself off just before Hermione is throwing her arms around you in a warm welcome. You giggle and wrap your own arms around her. She gives you an extra hard squeeze before releasing you. Her eyes examine you in that meticulous way they always do, ascertaining how you were feeling about the holiday.

A congenial smile easily graces your lips, especially when you see everyone else greeting one another in a warm embrace.

Including someone else you hadn’t expected to see. Your former DADA professor: Remus Lupin.

You reel back for a split second, composing yourself and attempting to keep your wits with you. Your secret shame had always been the crush you’d developed on your professor when he taught at Hogwarts for such a brief time. Comparing him to the boys of your own age, none of them could even begin to shine as bright as Remus Lupin.

The way he always dealt with everything with a level head and a calmness that was infectious. He had such a kind heart too. Different from the arrogant pure bloods in your house. Him being a werewolf never deterred your affections for him. Now it made you admire Professor Lupin even more. You too were now an outcast. A pariah. You understood how disconnected one could feel from the rest of the world.

Were it not for Harry and his friends, you’d be lost.

When Remus gets to you, he offers you an extra wide smile. “It’s nice to see you again, (y/n). I’m sorry to have heard of you and the rest of your family but I’m happy that you were able to get out while you did.”

You think back to your mother and brother. Still stuck and still serving the Dark Lord.

Lacking a response, Remus notices your sudden quietness and the scars on his face seem to soften as his eyes glow with empathy. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears.

“You may not believe it now, but everything will be okay.” He whispers to you before the rest of the Weasley clan fills the living room of Grimmauld Place. Remus gives your shoulder one last squeeze that symbolizes his support and goes to greet the others.

Where his hand had been still radiated with his warmth. You focus on that to control your own cauldron of emotions.

Swallowing back the hard lump in your throat, you put on a smile as Harry goes up to you for a greeting.

Everyone emanated such joy around you. It made up for your own biological family.

The dining table was long and elegant, filled with silver saucers, beautiful china, and best of all succulent meat and potatoes. You’d sat between Harry and Hermione while Remus was right across from you. He seemed to take special care toward you, asking if you would like gravy or if you wanted a refill of your drink. Your eyes were constantly catching his when you were listening to someone else speak.

Maybe it was the wine that you were now able to consume thanks to your age, but every cell in you was buzzing and making your body warm up. Or maybe it was Hermione laughing and occasionally bumping against you.

Fred and George left early that night as they had to open up their shop the following morning to set up for their holiday sales.

The Golden Trio were sent to bed while the older crowed stayed up for more spirits in front of the fire.

In retrospect you should have been more conscience of your alcohol tolerance since you were much younger than the rest of your drinking partners.

By midnight, Molly and Arthur had passed out on the couch while Bill and Fleur had decided to retire half an hour ago. Fleur’s face, usually pale like porcelain, was flushed red from the drink and knew her limits. Bill helped her up the stairs. Possibly the first and last time you would ever see Fleur stumble and look anything but graceful.

Leaving just you and Remus lounging in front of the fireplace. He’d replaced your goblet of wine with a tall glass of water to save yourself from a gnarly hangover the following morning.

You’d drank some of it but set it aside, not wanting to loose this good buzz that had you relaxed next to your girlish crush. Drinking had at least made talking to him easier as both of you updated the other on your life since his time at Hogwarts.

The crackling of the grand fireplace was a soothing background noise as you and Remus relaxed in front of it, accompanied by the gentle snores that came from the slumbering Molly and Arthur.

From living with them, you experienced first hand ho warm love could be. You knew your parents loved each other, but their affections were given behind closed doors. The Weasley parents were never ashamed of embracing or kissing one another in front of you.

It did make you a bit envious but also gave you hope for your future; you wanted a love like their’s.

The thought of love has you overly aware of the man sitting next to you, how his scars are illuminated from the fire's flame. Soft brown eyes catch you admiring the bridge of his nose that a scar cuts through. His finely tapered jawline appeared to have just been shaved as there was a ghost of scruff on him.

Immediately you avert your gaze and awkwardly laugh out an apology.

"Something on my face?" Remus starts to pat down his features with his hand.

You giggle while shaking your head. "No. It's just. . . I don't think I've ever gotten to really look at your face before up close. You were always at the front of the room. Out of reach."

He smiles at your words and you notice him relax where he had frozen when he caught you staring at him. "Not much of a face to look at."

Puffing out a breath of air you disagree with his assessment. "I would beg to differ. It's a handsome face. Scars and all."

Definitely not a man your mother would choose for you. If was up to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, you would be married to the cream of the crop of the pureblood world. Someone others would immediately think was conveniently handsome.

Looks wasn't what had drawn you to Remus in the first place.

"Not that appearances matter." You mumble, now drunkenly voicing out your thoughts. "It was your heart, your humanity, that attracted me to you in the first place."

If you hadn't been preoccupied with your thoughts, you would have noticed Remus' eyes gawking at you, the drink slipping from his hand and almost spilling all of its contents onto his lap.

"Wh. . . What?"

"Hm? Oh don't be modest." Your head lolls on your shoulders, words flowed out of you with ease. "You must've known. . ."

"I had no idea."

"For a Slytherin who wasn't used to warmth, you were like sunshine." From the corner of your eye you observe him and the flush that had spread across his face that hadn't been there before. Not even when he was several drinks in. His side profile was visible to you as he stared intently into the fireplace, jaw clenching then unclenching as he struggled to come up with a proper reply.

"Sorry, is that weird?"

Remus shakes his head and finally tilts his face to look at you. "N-No. Not at all. It's normal I suppose. I just. . . Don't see the appeal. Why want an old man like me when you could have any young wizard of your age. . ."

That makes you snort. "Because wizards my age are twats." You feel success when he laughs at that. "And you're not an old man. Dumbledore was an old man. Not you."

There's a spell cast over the two of you as silence hangs over. You try and gauge what he's thinking from the depths of his eyes.

The kiss happened so fast that neither of you knew who initiated it. Naturally your lips fell upon the other's.

Sweet with the bitter hint of the wine you'd been sharing. Against your lips you felt the groove of a scar on his bottom lip as you move your head to deepen it.

His body trembles but he reciprocates, placing his hand on the side of your face in a cupping motion. Remus was tender with you, treating you like glass so that you wouldn't shatter from his touch. If he broke you though, you wouldn't mind in the least bit.

A loud snore from Arthur has both of you flinging away from one another with bruised lips and warm cheeks.

Remus is instantly on his feet, apologizing as he quickly leaves the room.

You stare at where he had once been. Alone and quickly filling with shame.

The following morning, you dread joining everyone in the dining room for breakfast.

Sleep had evaded you all through the night; haunted by the kiss you shared with Remus. In the moment, your heart had soared all the way to the heavens before crashing back down cruelly to earth.

It had been something you'd never thought would happen and when it did you were conflicted.

He had fled from you so fast.

By even muggle laws, you were of the age of consent so what the two of you had done wasn't necessarily wrong. But. . . you were starting to feel ashamed for it. Remus must have been creeped out since you were much younger than him. Matters weren't made better by the fact that you were a close friend of Harry's.

When your courage was finally gathered, you slip on your morning robe (courtesy of Molly) and head to the dining room. But just before you enter the dining room through it’s double doors, you hear voices coming from the sitting room where just last night you and Remus had shared a kiss.

You backpedal until you’re in front of the sitting room door which while not a double, was a rather large door. Twisting the knob in your hand you found everyone, including the two other couples that you had been drinking with last night looking rather harsh, attempting to produce what looked like a patronus charm. Wands were held out as thin, blue whisper stream out.

At the moment Remus was instructing Molly in how to produce the charm.

Already, the stag of Harry’s patronus was leaping around the room as Hermione’s otter swam through invisible water in a playful chase with Ron’s exuberant terrier.

Even Arthur was trying his hardest with his eyes squeezed closed and eyebrows scrunched together.

Harry spots you and grins with bright eyes. “(Y/n)!”

“Is Remus teaching Molly and Arthur the patronus charm?” At your voice, Remus jolts and turns. Hurt jabbed at you from the expression he shot you. You hate the way he looked at you now.

Almost clamming up from his reaction, Harry’s voice is something you anchor yourself to. “Yeah! You never know when it will be useful.”

“You know how to do the charm, don’t you?” Hermione puts her wand arm down.

That was a loaded question.

You used to able to perform a fully formed patronus. It used to be a black swan. Now though. . . you doubt you'd be able to conjure up a full bodied one. There were no happy memories for you to call upon.

Now you felt more uncomfortable than you had been as all eyes fell upon you.

Remus, never losing his kindness, walks around Molly and toward you. "Of course she does. All that is needed is the right memory."

Every memory with your family were dampened. There was nothing you could draw upon until you look to Remus' face for comfort. Nothing but encouragement beamed on his face as he nodded at you. The way his eyes glow remind you of last night.

You'd been happy in those split seconds where the two of you had been connected, even if it was brief and he had run off immediately after. It was the happiest you'd been in months.

Taking in a deep breath, you draw your wand from the sleeve of your robe and to the best of your abilities try to implant yourself once more in the memory of last night. The way Remus was so easy to talk to. You confessing your feelings. His lips pressed against your's. The taste of him. Your mind weaved it so beautifully in your head that you could even hear the cracking of logs in the fireplace.

The tip of your wand explodes with a pale blue, a creature with four legs leaps forth. Not at all your black swan.

A large wolf startles Ron's terrier as it comes into existence. Large and powerful.

Everyone stares in awe at the fine creature who turns it's head to look at you and Remus. It blinks slowly before padding over to your side. Even next to you it was ginormous and almost stood taller than you.

When the initial shock wore down, everyone decided to have their breakfast in the dining room. You and Remus were the last to leave and trailed behind.

Once everyone was out of earshot, Remus whispers "I thought your patronus was a black swan."

"It was." Without the burn of alcohol emboldening you, you blush feeling shy. "I. . . I don't know what happened. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. The memory. . . well it could have been the memory I used."

"From last night?" Remus attempts to hide his own blush with his hand. At least you knew it had been on his mind too.

You nod. "It was the first time I'd been happy for quite a while."

Instead of heading to the doors of the sitting room, Remus turns back to the sofas and sits. His cheeks were still pink when he murmurs "I've heard that it's not uncommon for a patronus to change. It can change when a witch or wizard is going through life changes." He tries his best not to look at you when he adds "Like falling in love."

The change of your patronus to a wolf made sense now. It reflected your feelings for Remus.

You hesitantly sit next to him. "I'm sorry if this whole thing has made you uncomfortable."

He chuckles softly. "Don't be. To have a witch as beautiful and smart as you be in love with me. . . I must have done something right with my life then."

"Just being yourself was enough." The corner of your lip twitches up into a smile.

His features become serious for a moment. "I'm not the easiest person to love. Being a werewolf and all will ultimately make things difficult. Plus I'm quite older than you."

Nonchalantly you shrug. "I'm an expert at handling difficult things. Bill and Fleur make their relationship work. I believe you deserved to be loved whether it be by me or someone else, you should take the chance. As for your age, well, I've always been told that I act older than my age. It doesn't bother me one bit."

Remus' hand falls atop of your's. "You're fearless." His voice was filled with admiration that made your heart pick up speed.

Your smile grows. "I just know what I want. And I want you, Remus."

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader

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gracexthoughts · 21 days

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of violent delights chapter 14

messrs moony, wormtail, padfoot, and prongs

9 june 1996

Euphemia’s POV

“You’re mad,” I can’t help but scoff at the accusation that Ron’s rat, a rat that has been in his family for years, is actually a wizard who is supposed to be dead.

“You’re mental,” Ron cries, cradling Scabbers closer.

“Ludicrous!” Hermione says softly.

“Peter Petirgrew is dead! You killed him!” Harry says, pointing his wand at Black.

“I meant to,” Black growls, glaring at the rat furiously. “Little Peter fooled me once but not this time!” Black lunges forward towards Ron and Scabbers but Lupin holds him back.

“Wait! Sirius, we have to explain why!”

“I’ll explain afterwards! I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for!”

“They have a right to know, Sirius! You owe it to Harry and Mia to explain it. Ron’s kept him as a pet, some of it even I don’t understand yet. Wait,” Lupin says, gripping Sirius’ face and making him look at him. The two men share and glance and even a blind person could tell their history runs deep, deeper than friendship or roommate. Black stops fighting Lupin and nods, turning to pace closer to the bed while stile glaring at the rat in Ron’s hands.

“There were witnesses to Petigrew’s death. A whole street of Muggles,” I say, remembering the conversation we overheard at the Three Broomsticks.

“They didn’t see what they thought they did,” Black says.

“Everyone believed, even I, that Sirius killed Peter but when I saw it on the map I knew,” Lupin explains.

“Then the map was lying-“ Harry starts

“The map never lies. Peter’s alive and he’s right there!” Sirius growls, pointing a bony finger at Ron.

“Listen, it’s quite a long story…” Lupin starts but all our heads turn towards the door as there’s a loud creak. Lupin looks out to the landing but seeing nothing, turns back to us. “No one there.”

“This place is haunted,” Ron says, sounding more scared at the thought of ghosts than confronting Black.

“It’s not. This whole story starts when I became a werewolf. I was very young when I was bitten. Now, the Wolfsbane potion, which Professor Snape brews for me every month, is rather a new discovery and it lets me keep my mind when I transform. It used to be every month, I became a full fledged monster. I never thought I could come to Hogwarts but Dumbledore became Headmaster and was sympathetic. He said he would set up precautions for me. The Whomping Willow was planted to hide the tunnel that they dug to this house. All of it was built for my use during the full moon.” Lupin sits on an ottoman near the door, looking weary. “Once a month, teachers brought me here to transform and keep me from anyone else.’’

We all listen carefully although I can’t see how any of this matters concerning our parents' deaths.

“It was horrible, the transformation, in those days. The screams the villagers heard were me. I was separated from humans to bite so I hurt myself instead. Dumbledore encouraged the rumors of violent sprites to keep suspicion off but other than the full moons, I was happier than ever at Hogwarts. For the first time in my life, I had friends; Sirius Black, Peter Petegrew and James Potter. I tried telling them all kinds of excuses to explain my disappearances but they were smarter than that. James and Sirius worked it out easily enough, just like you, Hermione. I thought they’d abandon me but they didn’t, not at all. Instead they became Animagi.”

“What?” I exclaim, bewildered. The Animagus process is said to be incredibly difficult and I find it hard to believe they managed it on their own without anyone finding out.

“Our dad too?” Harry asks.

“Took us the better part of three years but yes,” Sirius mumbles, watching Remus for a moment before turning his gaze back to Sacabbers and Ron.

“Sirius and James were the cleverest in our year, possibly the whole school, besides Lily. Peter needed Sirius and James’ help of course but during our fifth year they managed it.”

“But how would that help you?” Hermione asks, confused.

“A werewolf is only dangerous to humans. So they snuck out of the castle with James’ Invisibility Cloak. Peter, the smallest as a rat, could reach the knot on the tree to immobilize it and they slipped down the tunnel to join me. I became less dangerous in their company. My mind seemed to stay with me more under their influence.”

“Hurry up, Remus,” Sirius snarls.

“I’m getting there,” Lupin says impatiently. “Eventually, we started leaving the shack and roaming the grounds at night. Sirius and James transformed into such large animals that they were able to keep me in check. That’s how we discovered as much as we did about Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. The tunnels and such. That’s how we came to write the Marauder’s Map and signed it with our nicknames. Sirius is Padfoot, Peter is Wormtail, and James was Prongs.”

I open my mouth to ask what kind of animal warrants a nickname like Prongs but Hermione beats me to it. “What’s really dangerous! What if you’d given the others the slip and ended up hurting someone?” she cries indignantly.

“You’re right of course,” Lupin says heavily. “And there were plenty of near misses that we laughed about afterwards. We were young, foolhardy, carried away with our cleverness… But I forgot all the guilt as soon as we began planning the next adventure. And I haven’t changed…” Lupin's face hardens with self disgust, “All year, I’ve battled with myself at admitting it all to Dumbledore. Knowing Sirius being an Animagus meant he could slip in and out of the castle better than anyone…. But I couldn’t face it. You were right to call me a coward, Mia. I am one,” he says looking at me. Guilt weighs heavily in my chest as I recall the nasty insults I slung his way on my birthday but before I can apologize Lupin forges on. “Dumbledore’s trust means everything to me, everything I have I owe to him admitting me to Hogwarts when no one else would. So I convinced myself that Sirius was using dark magic he learned from Voldemort instead. Really, Snape had been right about me all along. He’s been telling Dumbledore I’ve been helping Sirius all year. He has a sound reason…” Lupin and Black share a heavy glance and Black nods subtly, shame creeping into his eyes for a moment. “Sirius played a trick on him while we were at school. Severus was very interested as to why I disappear every month- we were in the same year you see- and we didn’t get along well. He especially hated James, jealous I think.” Harry and I share a look, well aware of Snape’s dislike of our father. “Anyway, Sirius thought it would be… amusing to tell Snape how to bypass the Willow. James found out what Sirius had done and went after him, pulling Snape back at the last moment. He caught a glimpse of me though. Dumbledore swore him to secrecy but he still knew…”

“That’s right,” a cold voice sneers from the doorway and Snape appears, pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointed right at Lupin. Hermione yelps and Lupin jumps up from his seated position to face Snape. “Found this at the base of the Whomping Willow. Very helpful, Potter. Thank you. Well Lupin, I’ve just been to your office to bring you your potion and luckily there was a handy map lying open on your desk. One look told me everything I needed to know,” Snape sneers, looking more hateful than ever.

“Severus,” Black says darkly, glaring at the man.

“Oh vengeance is sweet, how I’d hoped to be the one to catch you,” Snape says, turning to Black. Lupin takes a step towards him but Snape points his wand back at him and he backs up to stand next to Sirius. “I told Dumbledore you were helping your old friend into the castle and now I have proof. Never thought you’d have the nerve to use this place as your hideout,” Snape sneers at the two men.

“Brilliant, Snivilous,” Black speaks up, “Again you’ve put your keen and penetrating mind to the problem and as usual come to the wrong conclusion. Now if you’ll excuse us, Remus and I have some unfinished busin-“ Black starts in, his voice mocking the Potions professor but Snape steps forward, holding his wand to Black throat causing Lupin to jump forward. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I press further back against the wall, wands still in our hands, and we share a look, knowing Snape will get in the way of us getting some real answers.

“I could do it, you know, but I’d rather watch the dementors. They’re so longing to see you, Sirius. And they’ll be so pleased to bring you along too, Remus,” Snape threatens.

“Severus don’t be a fool, we can explain everything,” Lupin says placatingly.

“He can’t help it. Habit by now,” Black says mockingly at Snape.

“Sirius, be quiet.”

“Be quiet yourself, Remus!”

“Look at you too, still quarreling like an old married couple,” Snape mocks.

“Just run along and play with your chemistry set!” Black snaps.

“Severus really, is a school boy grudge worth putting an innocent man back in Azkaban?” Lupin attempts to reason. It’s hard to tell whose face shows more hatred, Snape’s or Black’s, as they glare at each other, each daring the other to test them.

“Give me a reason,” Snape sneers, pressing his wand further into Black’s throat, ignoring Lupin.

“Severus, please,” Lupin pleads. Harry and I share a look, knowing we have to hear our father’s best friends out now. We’ve gone most of our lives with no real answers and now that they are in reach, we have to have them. Harry and I raise our wands at Snape simultaneously.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry casts.

“Stupify!” I cast myself and the combined force of our spells sends Snape flying backwards into the dusty four poster bed. Before anyone can react we turn our wands back to Black and Lupin.

“You attacked a teacher,” Hermione says quietly, her voice squeaky.

“You shouldn’t have done that, you should’ve left him to us,” Black says, looking at Harry.

“Yeah, you were doing a great job, weren’t you?” I snark.

“Thank you,” Lupin says, shooting a pointed look at Sirius.

“We’re not saying we believe you yet,” Harry says, his wand still raised towards Black.

“Tell us about Peter Petegrew. How do you reckon Scabbers is him?” I ask, the rat in question writhing wildly in Ron’s grip.

Black reaches into his robes and pulls out a very crumpled up piece of paper which he hands to Remus. “Fudge came to do an inspection last year. Gave me this and I knew… I’d recognize him anywhere,” Black explains and I step forward to see the paper. It’s the Daily Prophet picture and article of the Weasley’s in Egypt and on Ron’s shoulder sits Scabbers.

“He’s missing a toe… Godric,” Lupin says examining the picture and the rat in Ron’s hands.

“What about it?” Ron asks.

And then it hits me. “All they could find of Pettigrew was his fi-“

“His finger! The filthy coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead and then he transformed into a rat!” Black spits. “Just as I caught up to him he yelled to the whole street that I’d betrayed Lily and James and before I could do anything he blew up the whole street with his wand behind his back. Next thing I knee, a rat was scurrying off down to the sewer.”

“He probably just got into a fight with another rat he’s been in my family for ages,” Ron counters, still not believing it.

“Fifteen years, yes? Curiously long life for a common garden rat,” Black points out.

“We take good care of him!” Ron argues.

“Well he doesn’t look too good now. I suspect he’s been looking sickly since he heard Sirius had escaped,” Lupin observes.

“No, he’s afraid of that crazy cat!” Ron exclaims pointing at Crookshanks.

“Ron, they’re right. He’d been looking ill before ‘Mione got the cat,” Harry reminds Ron.

“I told you, Ron!” Hermione says, seemingly relieved that her cat is innocent.

“This cat isn’t mad. It’s quite intelligent actually,” Sirius says, patting Crookshanks. “He recognized Peter for what he was immediately, same with me when we met. He knew I wasn’t really a dog and once I got him to trust me, we learned how to communicate. He’s been helping me, you see. Tried to bring Peter to me, but couldn’t so he took the passwords to the Tower. But Peter figured it out and ran for it. This cat- Crookshanks you called him?- told me there was blood on the sheets. Peter must have figured faking his death worked once well enough,” Black growls the last part.

“Yes but why did he fake his death?” Harry speaks up, looking furious again. “Because he knew you were about to murder him like you did our parents! And now you’ve come to finish him off!”

“No, Harry-“ Lupin starts but Black cuts him off.

“Yes, I have.”

“Then we should’ve let Snape take you!” I say angrily.

“No, don’t you see? All these years, we thought Sirius betrayed your parents and Peter tracked him down but it was the other way around-” Lupin says placatingly.

“No, he was their Secret Keeper. He admitted it before you turned up. He killed them!” Harry yells, angrily, his hand shaking as he points his wand at Black.

“I as good as killed them…” Black says quietly, grief making his voice heavy. “I convinced Lily and James to switch to Peter at the last moment, make him the Secret Keeper instead. I’m to blame, I know it… That… The night they died, I’d had plans to check in on Peter but when I arrived at his hideout he was gone. It didn’t feel right, there were no signs of a struggle. I was scared…. I went to check on your parents and I saw the house… their bodies… I realized what Peter had done. What I did…” Black looks up at Harry and I, grief overtaking his features as a tear rolls down his cheek. “You two were crying in Harry’s crib… screaming for your mum who-- who was dead on the floor in front of you, the roof blown off, both of you bleeding. I tried to take you, keep you safe but Hagrid wouldn’t let me. I figured I’d take care of Peter and then Remus and I would come back and take you home…” Black looks between Harry and I, his eyes pleading for us to believe him. I blink as tears flood my eyes, filled with grief not only over our parents but the life my brother and I might have lived. Two lives really; one with our parents alive and happy and one being raised by the two men in front of us. Both options far happier than the lot we ended up with.

“Enough of this,” Lupin says, a steely tone in his voice, one I haven’t heard from the man before. “There’s one way to prove all of this. Ron, give me the rat.”

“What are you going to do to him?” Ron asks, holding a squirming Scabbers close to his chest.

“Force him to show his true self, if he really is a rat then it won’t hurt him,” Lupin responds. Ron considers Lupin for a moment but eventually, he holds Scabbers out to Lupin. Scabbers starts squeaking and writhing more widely. “Ready, Sirius?” Lupin asks. Black has already picked up Snape’s wand from the bed and approaches Lupin and the squirming rat, hsi eyes burning.

“Together?” Black asks to which Lupin nods. They count to three, Lupin holding Scabbers aloft, and a flash of bright blue lights erupts from both wands and Scabbers falls to the floor- Ron crying out for his pet. But there was another flash of light and from the small rat on the floor, slowly grows a man. A very short, mousy looking man, with thin colorless hair. He stood sort of hunched over, his skin grungy looking and unwell. Peter Petigrew looks around at the rest of us in the room, his eyes darting between Harry, me and the door.

“Hello, Peter,” Lupin says with a faux pleasantness. “Long time no see.”

“S-S-Sirius, R-Remus, my old friends!” Cries Peter, his voice squeaky, as his eyes dart to the door and he tries to dart between the two men towards the door but is stopped by Lupin and Black. Peter turns to Harry and I, stepping closer to us and I push Harry behind me and Peter approaches, keeping my wand between me and the rat like man.

“Harry? Look at you, you look so much like your father, like James. And you Euphemia, just like Lily. We were the best of friends, we-”

“How dare you speak to them? How dare you talk about James and Lily in front of them!” Black shouts, pulling Peter away from us.

“You were the spy! You sold James and Lily to Voldemort, didn’t you?” Lupin chimes in, the two men pinning Peter against the piano.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Peter squeaks. “The Dark Lord! You have no idea the power he possesses. What would you have done, Sirius?”

“I would’ve died! I would’ve died rather than betray my friends!” Black bellows. “You haven’t been hiding from me all these years, Peter. You’ve been hiding from Voldemort’s old supporters. I heard things in Azkaban, Peter. They think the double crosser double crossed them. They think you gave Voldemort bad information knowing it would lead to his defeat!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! You tried to kill me!” Peter yelps and tries again for the door but I beat him there first, preventing him from leaving.

“Mia, your parents wouldn’t have wanted me killed. Your dad, he would’ve shown me mercy!” He pleads, trying to grab at me but my raised wand keeps him at bay until Remus and Sirius manage to pull him back towards the piano.

“You should’ve realized that if Voldemort wouldn’t kill you then we would. Together!” Black says angrily, Lupin by his side as they both raise their wands at the rat like man who cowers from them.

“NO!” Harry and I yell simultaneously, stopping them.

Lupin turns to us, “This man-”

“We know what he is,” Harry snaps. “We’ll take him to the castle.”

“Bless you, boy,” he sighs, falling to the floor to claw at Harry’s feet.

“Get off him!” I snap, sending sparks to Peter’s hands causing him to back away. “He said we’d take you to the castle. Then the dementors can have you,” I sneer at the man cowering on the ground at the idea of the dementors.

“Thank you,” Peter squeaks from the floor.

“We’re not doing this for you,” I spit.

“You two are the only ones who have the right to decide… but why?” Lupin asks, eyeing Harry and I carefully. Harry and I share a glance, only needing that much to know we are on the same page.

“I don’t think our parents would want their two best friends to become killers,” Harry states simply.

“You believe us then? Believe me?” Black says, looking between us, hope in his eyes for the first time all night.

Harry and I nod and it's as if the weight of the world falls from Black’s shoulders, joy and hope making him look younger. Harry looks to Ron and Hermione who have watched the whole thing in shock and awe. And as I stand there, staring at my brother and our godfathers, I can’t help as hope starts to creep into my chest as well.

a/n; ahh again, most of this is taken from the book/movie. In the book there are like 3 chapters of them in just in the Shack so I hope I got the important parts at least. And Mattheo will be back soon, I promise. I meant for the Shack scene to be just one chapter but it got stupid long so I split it up. Also, I’m kind of using All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 as my source for the Marauders’ time at Hogwarts if you’re interested.

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The Love of My Dreams

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Warning: Character death, blood

The distant boom made shivers run down her spine as she stood at the tower of Astronomy. Her hands clung to the railing seeking comfort from the cold metal.

The sound of footsteps echoed around the tower. She immediately drew her wand at the intruder.

"It's just me, love" Remus lit up his wand, his smile growing as he saw her features soften. He closed the distance between them as if it was second nature to be in her arms.

She sighed as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She knew it was not for her. For years, now Y/n L/n has loved Remus Lupin only for his insecurity to come in between their blossoming romance.

She didn't doubt if he loved her or not. Because friends don't crave to touch each other yet she doesn't know if he feels for her like she feels for him. She can't even be mad at him because Remus is one of the smartest students in Hogwarts yet he can be dense in this department. He can't even believe how much his friends care about him so the idea of someone loving him is out of the window.

He pulled up her chin with his finger, making her look at him. She loved how he looked at her now but hated how he never expressed it. She would be left to her own thoughts later that night trying to guess what he meant.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as if she has not told him enough amount of times that it's only him she can think about

She sighed, "nothing". The war is raging outside she knows the death eaters will be here any moment ready to take their lives. She averted her gaze away from him only for him to make her look back at him.

"You worry, dove" his touch was so gentle on her cheek that she almost forgot that their life is in danger right now. But that was Remus Lupin's effect on her.

"And what do you suggest I do instead? Not worry when our life is in danger? And we don't even know how our friends are right now" Her palm grew sweatier as she spoke. Her whole body tensed thinking about her friends being at the end of the wand of a death eater.

"Y/n-

Before Remus could say more Y/n held his shoulders. Tears threatened to drop from her eyes as she looked into his chocolate brown eyes she had grown to love. She knew she had to say it before they take her away from him.

"Remus, I know you will never feel for me but my soul aches for you and I know you don't feel the same, I just wanted to let you know I will always love you till my existence and beyond even if you won't be able to."

By now tears were streaming down her cheeks as Remus held her face ever so gently. They never looked away. She expected to see disappointment in his eyes but all she could find was hope.

He opened his mouth to say something when they heard a familiar voice. Too familiar.

"Moony" Peter huffed as he climbed the stairs "ahh saying your goodbyes to your honey?" Remus pointed his wand at Peter. Peter turned Remus' and Y/n's wand into ashes

Remus immediately shielded her with his own body. She gripped his arms trying to move him away but to no avail. Peter snickered as he drew his wand "oh ho oh is that fear I see in your eyes Lupin?" Shivers ran down Remus' spine as Peter walked slowly towards him.

"If only my lord would have been to witness this. A wolf is scared of a rat. So poetic. He would be so proud of me" Remus couldn't recognize his friend anymore. It was like the Peter he knew was just a part of an illusion. A distant memory that was made up by his brain to make up for the fact that he was lonely

"Let her go, Peter."

Peter scoffed when they sensed another darker presence. Peter kneeled down in front of him with tears brimming his eyes "my lord"

The dark lord caressed Peter's face clearly proud of what he has done. "You shall be rewarded. Tell me what you want and you shall receive"

Peter had a crazed look in his eyes his fingers trembled as he pointed it at Remus and Y/n "I want to watch them suffer my lord. Please, I want him to beg me for forgiveness, I want at my mercy, my lord"

The dark lord grimaced at his words. Just because he was able to scare his friends he thinks he is above the dark lord. But he decided to let it slide this time.

"You know normally I don't waste my powers on the likes of you. But my subject has proved to me his loyalty and power. I guess I can do this one thing for him"

Voldemort flicked his wand and left the Astronomy Tower with Peter as Remus and Y/n wailed in agony waiting for their end to come.

Y/n laid there on the cold floor as blood seeped from her body. Her ears rang as she turned around to Remus trying to reach her hand. Her throat felt dry as she saw him bleed on the floor. She tried to get up but her body didn't cooperate.

"y-y/n..." Remus' bloody hand stopped midway. She couldn't hear herself wail when she saw Remus' soul leave his body. She tried to get up again only to slip on her own blood.

"Remmy, no ple...please..n-no" she dragged her body towards him. She held him and put all the strength in her body to give him chest compressions. "Remus". She continued giving him chest compressions until her body surrendered and she fell beside him.

She didn't dare look into his now lifeless eyes and cried into his warm sweater that was soaked with his dried blood. She held onto his limp body trying to find the same comfort she used to find but it felt so cold, so foreign.

She looked up and closed his eyes so could not see the eyes she once saw her life in. She laid in his arms as she felt more tired, and she laid her hand on his cold cheek. She was turning more breathless as it was getting more painful to breathe.

"if....if...we were...ahh...meant to be...to-together....we..we will meet...again." Tears fell down her cheeks "please...please"

Her hand dropped from his cheek as her eyes finally lost her soul.

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A/N: Part 2? I'm sorry if this is shitty. I'll probably stick to one-shots. FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

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Devotion

cw: major character death

Sirius barely heard anything at the funeral. He sat in the front row still numb with shock, gripping Harry’s hand to try and hold him back from slipping further into the abyss.

“Remus Lupin will be remembered as many remarkable things. A devoted husband to Sirius, a loving guardian to Harry, a talented and kind hearted professor who touched the hearts of countless students.”

Sirius was so angry - he was furious, screaming at Remus in his mind for giving in. They could have found another option, they could have fought their way out.

“Above all, he will be remembered for the selflessness and bravery of his final acts.”

How could he be so bloody selfish? So stupid? How could he leave Harry burdened with the guilt of a third life sacrificed for his?

“To give your life for another is an extraordinary thing. It speaks to an uncommon strength of character and to a resolute sense of duty. It is a demonstration of the truest, deepest form of love.”

How could he have left him, how could he have - after everything they’d been through. After every time they’d escaped death and he just stepped right into its path. Just because he had to… just because he knew they couldn’t…

“It is the last full measure of devotion.”

How could he be gone.

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wastelandmoony · 1 year

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve : The Monster

Summary: Remus can't keep his secret forever.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse.

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October 7th, 1972

“Why is it that these types of things can’t be later in the day?” Pete yawned, slumping onto the wooden bench.

“No one said you were forced to come, Pete,” she deadpanned, taking a sip from the mug of coffee that was channeling much needed warmth into her hands.

Remus leaned closer as she sat between the two boys, “Where’d you get that from?”

“Nicked it from the Hall at breakfast, want some?” She held out the steaming cup, which he graciously took a sip from.

The sun had only been up for an hour, but Sirius and James had awoken while it was still dark to head for Quidditch try outs, trying to get a few warm-up drills in beforehand. The stands of the pitch were empty, save a few random supporters strewn throughout. It also happened to be the first Hogsmeade weekend, so most upper level students had opted for the trip into town instead.

The early morning fog swirled low along the grass as the dozen or so Gryffindor hopefuls zoom around the field. James and Sirius hovered at the far end, taking turns tossing a quaffle through the goal posts. After both of them making the reserve team last year, the boys were determined on filling the open Chaser positions.

The Gryffindor team captain blew their whistle and began to run some drills. The group consisted of mainly third year and above students, Sirius, James, and Marlene being the youngest prospects. She’d never seen Marlene fly, but that girl sure gave the boys a run for their money. She was easily the quickest on the field, dodging each bludger attempt with a graceful spin or slick dive. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the day began to warm, Marlene didn’t even seem to sweat, meanwhile James damp curls were visibly evident even from the stands below.

“I don’t think I want to sleep in the same room as either of those two if they don’t make the team again,” Remus scowled while watching a particular dodgy save by Sirius.

“They made reserves last year though?” Her eyes didn’t leave James, who was currently careening through the air towards the Keeper, quaffle gripped tight under his arm.

Remus shook his head, “According to James that was worse than not making the team at all—I’m pretty sure I heard him crying the night after try-outs.”

She tried to not to laugh, focusing instead on their friend’s victory lap around the pitch, having just maneuvered a fantastic goal against the seasoned Gryffindor Keeper, “Honestly, I think I’ll be more upset if Marlene doesn’t get a spot—she’s phenomenal.”

The two of them watched as she she zipped around the other students effortlessly, moving so quickly that she was diminished to just a blur of blonde and maroon.

The captain blew the whistle again, signifying the end of the trials. James and Sirius landed and stalked over to the three of them in the stands, faces unreadable. She raised her eyebrows at them expectantly.

James shook his head, “The list will be posted later today.”

Sirius grumbled beside him.

“Alright then,” Remus announced, “I’m headed to the library, anyone want to join?”

“—on a Saturday?” Peter whined.

She nudged him with an elbow, “Some of us actually care if we turn assignments in on time—I’ll go with you Remus.”

She smirked as Peter flushed slightly, both of them knowing he was currently sitting on multiple yet-to-be-started essays.

Pete The Procrastinator opted to stay behind and wait with James and Sirius, who were too hyper-focused on the team roster to do anything else until the final decision was posted. The other two made the trek back to the castle, meandering through the mostly empty corridors towards the library, which was devoid of any life besides Madam Pince. They snagged a favorited table in the back corner, away from the ears of the scrutinizing librarian, and got to work researching their respective assignments.

Somewhere around the two hour mark, her mind drifted off topic, instead choosing to dwell on Remus who sat quietly thumbing through a large text on the Goblin Rebellion of 1612. His lack of communication over the summer (and also last year’s Christmas holiday), paired with the fact that they still hadn’t ever spoken in-depth about his lycanthropy, was eating away at her. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Remus,” she pushed the book onto the table, voice steady as she worked up the nerve to talk to him.

He looked over the top of the text in his hands, brow raised in invitation.

“Can we talk about everything?” Her face pinched in concern, afraid that he would shut her out again.

“What do you mean by…’everything’?” The book lowered in his lap.

She swallowed dryly, there was no turning back now, “Like, your lycanthropy. I obviously know about the basics, but you’ve kept me in the dark about a lot, and I…I just want to know more so I can help.”

Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand, “What do you want to know?”

Quickly, she ran through the list of questions in her head, trying to pick the least-invasive one first as to not scare him away.

“Where do you go when I bring you to the hospital wing each month? I know Madam Pomfrey doesn’t just let you roam around the infirmary…”

Remus nodded, trying to come to terms with opening up to someone about his most vulnerable secret, “She uh—she brings me to the shack.”

“The…shack?” She couldn’t think of any place on school grounds that could possibly fit that description.

“There’s an old house right outside of Hogsmeade, about halfway between the village and Hogwarts. The locals call it the ‘Shrieking Shack’—“

“—because of—“

Remus cut her off with a stern nod.

Her heart shattered. She knew the transformations were painful, but the thought of Remus screaming and tearing at his skin in utter solitude in the confines of a dilapidated lean-to was unbearable. So much for starting with less-invasive questions.

“—You know the Whomping Willow?” He asked, eliciting a sad nod from her, “there’s a knot in the tree near the base, if you press it, there’s a tunnel leading right inside. Only myself, Madam Pomfrey, and Dumbledore know about it. Well…now you as well, I guess.”

“And you’re alone the entire time? She doesn’t stay?”

“Of course not! She can’t, no one can…” he trailed off, face becoming downcast.

They both sat in tense silence for a moment, the air in the library was beginning to suffocate as she loaded the question that had been plaguing her since last Christmas.

“Remus—“ she practically whispered, his eyes flicking to hers and for the briefest second she could’ve sworn they flashed gold, “—what about when you’re at home?”

His entire body bristled as his eyes closed for longer than a blink.

“There’s uh…my dad built an…enclosure for me,” The statement tumbled out, laden with shame.

Anger flared in her veins, “Do you mean a cage? Your father built you a cage to keep you prisoner during your transformations?”

“He built it to keep my mother and him safe—to keep me safe.”

He stared at her with eyes that she had never seen before. These were dark, almost cold, not the warm hazel embrace she was used to.

“You’d never hurt anybody, Remus—” she said, careful not to push him any further.

“—you have no idea what you’re talking about!” he snapped.

Too late.

She let his anger sink in. In her head, she knew that his rage was not with her but rather an entirely more complicated scenario, but it didn’t change the fact that his tone tore right through her heart.

“You’re right,” she finally said, voice wavering a tiny bit, something she hoped he didn’t notice, “I have no idea what I’m talking about—“

Remus was watching her like a predator, eyes hard and hands gripping the book in his lap.

“—but I do know, that you’re my best friend—” she rose from the chair calmly, looking him directly in the eye with the same ferocity behind his, “—and I know that you deserve much more care than you’re being given.”

And with that, she grabbed her bag and strode out of the library before Remus could respond.

———

By the time she walked back to her dorm it was almost dinner, so she just dumped her bag and left to join the boys, all of which were seated at the usual table, except for one. She half expected it, knowing Remus, but it still hurt nonetheless.

As she sat down next to Peter, she couldn’t help but notice the giddiness radiating from the opposite side of the table. She had completely forgotten about the try-outs from earlier.

“Well…?” She stared at the boys in anticipation.

James swallowed a particularly large bite of chicken, “Well, you’re looking at—“

“—THE TWO NEWEST CHASERS FOR THE GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM!” Sirius practically jumped onto the bench as he yelled. She could tell he’d been doing it all day by the way James nor Peter flinched or reacted.

“Congratulations, that’s amazing, I guess I’ll have to actually watch the games now,” she laughed, thinking about if anyone else had actively ever rooted against their own house team.

“I have a schedule if you want it,” Pete dug through his bag, handing over a timetable with listed game dates.

As she looked over the schedule, another body came and sat next to Sirius.

“There she is!” James called, causing her to look up at the new addition. Marlene smiled shyly, pouring a glass of pumpkin juice into a goblet.

“Please tell me you made the team too!” She stared at Marlene eagerly, who gave the quickest nod.

“Yes!” Her yell drew annoyed looks from both James and Sirius.

“…what?” She glared back.

“You weren’t that excited when we told you about our positions,” Sirius sulked.

She pointed at Marlene, “I’m sorry, but did you see the way she flies? She’s amazing!”

That only made Sirius frown harder. She rolled her eyes.

———

October 23rd, 1972

Remus had avoided her since the library. They’d never gone this long without speaking before, but she was too hurt by his anger to extend an olive branch. She was also not about to apologize for wanting to help him. Instead of sitting with the boys at dinner, she took to just grabbing food from the kitchens and eating alone in random spots around the castle. Occasionally she’d run into Pete and invite him along, which was nice. He didn’t ask why she wasn’t coming around, something she greatly appreciated. In History of Magic, the one class she shared with all four boys, she would arrive earlier than usual and choose the seat closest to the front, knowing that none of her friends would want to sit within direct range of Professor Binns.

As the full moon approached, she was keenly aware of how much Remus had not only pulled away from her, but also the others. He stopped showing up to meals, something that was greatly concerning (the boy never stopped eating), and the day leading up to his transformation, he wasn’t in any of their shared classes. Finally, she caved; the need to help her friend eclipsing her pride altogether.

She walked to the hospital wing before dinner, knowing that he would be showing up within the next hour before sunset. Pacing the hall for what felt like an eternity, she finally realized that outside the castle was almost completely dark.

He had never shown.

Knocking on the heavy doors of the infirmary, she listened for any semblance of life on the other side, only to be met with dead air. If Remus had been inside the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was probably walking him down to the shack by now. The lump in her throat threatened to choke her as the tears begged for release. Putting on her best James Potter impression, she stiffened her spine and decided to pay her friends a visit at dinner.

“Well, well, well,” Sirius announced as she sat across from him in the Great Hall. Pete looked up and smiled, happy to have the missing piece of the group back.

James started to spoon some food onto her plate, “Where’ve you been? We haven’t seen you in weeks…”

She shrugged, eyes downcast as he slid the plate over; he gave her extra potatoes, her favorite.

“I’m sorry—“ she mumbled, refusing to look at any of them, too ashamed of her absence as of late.

“—are you and Lupin fighting?” Sirius asked abruptly.

Their eyes met and held while she silently nodded.

“What for?” James said with his mouth full.

She shook her head, spearing a small potato onto her fork, “It doesn’t matter—something stupid. Have any of you seen him today? He wasn’t in class…”

Sirius swallowed a bite of food, “—went to the hospital wing sick this morning. I swear, I’ve never met anyone that gets ill more than Lupin.”

She choked on her food, swallowing rather dramatically and catching Peter’s attention. He stared across the table at her expression, one that she was trying to keep as neutral as possible. Taking a large gulp of pumpkin juice, she glanced briefly at Pete who met her with a look that screamed “you’re hiding something.”

Grabbing her bag, she rose from the table, neglecting the food that James had generously put together for her.

“Hey! Where’re you going, you just got here!” Sirius called.

She scrambled for an excuse, “I uh, I forgot, I have homework—sorry.”

———

The Astronomy Tower had become her favorite late-night haunt, the vaulted ceilings and open air gave her room to breathe, not to mention the indescribable views of the castle grounds. It’s no surprise that when she ran from the Great Hall on autopilot, she managed to end up here. She sat against one of the stone archways overlooking the North Lawn and gazed out at the Whomping Willow in the distance, branches blowing innocently in the early evening air. The forrest covered any view of the Shrieking Shack, but she knew that just beyond the trees, near the small grouping of barely visible Hogsmeade shops, her best friend was in agonizing pain. Hyper-focused, she listened intently to the surrounded world, for what—she wasn’t quite sure.

The shuffling of feet on the stairs startled her, eyes darting toward the doorway to find Peter climbing the final steps.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he gave a shy smile, “Knew I’d find you here.”

“How’d you know I’d be up here? No one ever comes up this late…”

He sat down opposite and shrugged, “You’re not as sneaky as you think, just because the other two aren’t observant doesn’t mean I’m not.”

She bit back a smile, turning her focus back to the willow tree.

“You know what’s going on with Remus…don’t you,” Pete wasn’t asking, he was stating the fact directly at her.

Her eyes snapped to him, mouth slightly agape, trying to quickly think of a way to get out of this.

“I’m not stupid,” Pete muttered, “I started connecting the dots last year, but didn’t fully confirm any of my suspicions until last month—he’s a werewolf, isn’t he?”

For a split second, she considered jumping off the tower rather than incriminate her best friend, but instead just stared back blankly at Peter.

“You’ve been helping him, haven’t you? I’ve seen you waiting by the infirmary in the morning sometimes,” his voice was calm, something she wasn’t expecting. It made reading his overall feelings on the matter much more difficult.

As she sat there, the stone sucking any and all warmth from her body, her mind raced for any way to talk Pete away from this realization. Every brain cell kicked into overdrive, but she quickly understood that there was no way to escape this. Her face paled as she nodded slowly at Peter.

The confirmation hung between them for a while, Pete’s face remaining stoic as the two of them sat in silence. She stared out over the grounds as he finally broke the air.

“Where do they keep him?”

She nodded towards the North Lawn, “There’s an old house between here and Hogsmeade, with a tunnel just under the Whomping Willow. Madam Pomfrey takes him there right before sundown.”

He nodded as he followed her gaze to the tree.

“You didn’t tell the others…did you?” She whispered.

He shook his head, “I didn’t—but they need to know, you can’t keep this from them.”

“I know, I know, I just…it’s not my secret to tell,” she stared at her knees, which were now pulled close, “I’ll talk to Remus, it should come from him.”

As Pete nodded in agreement, a faint howl emanated from beyond the forest, shattering her heart completely.

———

The following morning, she raced to the Hospital Wing, a bar of chocolate tucked safely away as a peace offering. Madam Pomfrey was just opening the door when she skidded to a halt in front of the infirmary. The defeated expression on the matron’s face caused her already wounded heart to sink.

“Come in dear,” she whispered sadly, ushering her inside. The hall was empty, except for one occupied bed near the far corner that was surrounded by portable curtains.

“—it was a…particularly bad evening,” the witch started, reaching for a potion bottle on a shelf near the door.

“Is he okay?” She was surprised any voice came out at all, she could barely breathe.

Madam Pomfrey inclined her head, “Yes, he’s okay, but he roughed himself up, and this time it’s more visible.”

She walked her over to the bed, and as they came around the curtains she saw the damage, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth to avoid gasping out loud.

Remus laid in bed almost as white as the sheets, a large claw mark torn across his face.

“I was able to treat it as best as I could, but unfortunately due to his affliction it won’t heal completely; he’ll always have the scar I’m afraid…”

The mark ran from just above his right eyebrow, stretching down across the bridge of his nose diagonally until it reached the top of his left cheekbone. The placement was jarring; he was lucky to still have his right eye intact.

Madam Pomfrey set the potion down on the bedside table, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I’ll leave you two alone, he should be awake shortly. You know the drill—“ she pointed to the potion before disappearing behind the curtain.

Fishing the chocolate out of her pocket, she placed it on the table next to the bottle, sitting in the chair on the opposite side. She traced the gash across Remus’ face with her eyes, trying to figure out how to break it to him; he was going to be devastated.There was no way he could keep this from the rest of the boys, it was now or never.

Remus began to stir, groaning at the soreness in his joints as he stretched. As his eyes opened, they fell immediately on her. She gave him a sad, closed smile.

“Hi…” she whispered, reaching out for his hand.

“…Hi,” he croaked, grasping onto her fingers weakly. He rubbed a thumb against her knuckles, “…I’m sorry.”

She brought his hand up and kissed it, “I know—” she reached over and tossed the chocolate onto his lap, “—you’re forgiven.”

He grinned, which immediately turned into a wince, “Why’s my face hurt?”

He reached up to touch between his brows and she jumped up to grab his hand.

“Don’t!” She whimpered.

He stared at her like she had grown two heads.

“There was uh—there was an accident…” she didn’t know how to explain this without completely shattering him.

His face grew stony, “What happened.”

The words never came, she instead reached over to the table and retrieved a handheld mirror, passing it over to him. She couldn’t watch his face; couldn’t watch the moment his heart broke, so she stared at the floor. The sound of the mirror thudding onto the sheets made her breath hitch, but the singular sniffle that came from Remus a moment later completely demolished her.

She leapt from the chair and onto the bed, taking his hand. He didn’t look at her, instead staring blankly at his lap, silent tears escaping down his marred cheeks.

“I’m so sorry Remus,” she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

He sniffed again, wiping a hand over his eyes, “It’s not your fault…it’s mine.”

Her hand stilled in his hair, “What’re you talking about? You can’t control what the wolf does—“

“—I was upset…it’s always worse when I’m upset, I should’ve expected it.”

They sat in silence for a minute, the context of his words sinking in: she had inadvertently caused this.

“I’ve missed you—“ he broke the silence, finally looking at her.

She choked back tears, the last thing Remus needed was to be concerned about her feelings.

“I waited for you last night, but you never showed,” she whispered.

Shrugging, he grabbed the chocolate on his lap and began to unwrap it, “I went down early, head was killing me,” he split the bar in two and handed her half, patting the space beside him on the bed.

She leaned back against the pillow and they ate in comfortable silence together. Remus took a bite, closing his eyes and settling in against the headboard.

She needed to tell him. The thought bounced around her mind as the chocolate began to melt between her fingers, neglected by the nagging back and forth happening in her brain. He’d be discharged from the hospital wing in the next few hours, the others would see the scar and she knew Pete wouldn’t keep quiet for long. Best get on with it.

“Peter knows—“ she didn’t put any emotion into the statement, just blurted it out and watched Remus shoot his eyes open in terror.

“WHAT?!” He choked on the piece of chocolate in his mouth.

“—before you ask, no, I didn’t tell him. He figured it out on his own,” she said softly, handing over her half of the candy, suddenly not having the stomach for it.

“I find that hard to—“

“—he’s a lot smarter than you lot give him credit for, believe it or not,” she snapped.

Remus ran a hand along his face, wincing again when he hit the new cut, completely forgetting about its existence.

“…I’d probably have to tell them anyway, thanks to this,” he motioned towards his face, “He didn’t—tell the others, right?”

She shook her head, “No, I made him promise. Told him it was up to you when to talk to everyone.”

He looked away from her, gazing off through the empty infirmary for a few minutes until he inhaled a deep breath, “Okay—we’ll do it today.”

———

Remus held her hand the entire way back to Gryffindor Tower, entirely silent as he built up the courage to speak to their friends. She had reassured him multiple times in the hospital wing that they wouldn’t think any different of him, promising to hex any of them if they proved her wrong. It did little to calm his nerves.

The first friends he’d ever had, were slipping through his fingers. Would they look at him differently? How could they possibly want to stay friends with a monster? Sirius passed through his mind briefly, his family’s obsession with pureblood status specifically. Would he hold those same prejudices against him? Did the belief that people like him, lycanthropes, were lesser-than beings, somehow rub off of Sirius in any capacity?

He wanted to run.

If he moved fast enough he could make it to Hogsmeade by nightfall and floo home from an inn somewhere—could he even go home?

As his thoughts began to spiral, there was a tight pressure in his hand. She was squeezing it to get his attention.

They were at the portrait.

Fuck.

He stared blankly as she announced the password, watching as the Fat Lady swung the frame open to reveal the short tunnel that led to his fate.

Halfway through she turned to face him, “Do you want me to talk to them first? To like…prepare them a little?”

Remus appreciated the notion, truly, but this wasn’t her battle. He shook his head, steeling himself as they continued on. The other three weren’t in the common room, so he led her towards the dormitory, slowly feeling his soul leave his physical body. Pushing the door open, she went inside first as Remus lingered just beyond the doorway.

James and Sirius were each sitting on their respective beds, tossing a quaffle across the room to each other while Peter sat cross legged on the floor reading a quidditch magazine. All three seemed a bit surprised when they saw her, but even more so when Remus stepped through the door finally.

“Merlin, what happened to your face?!” Sirius exclaimed, tossing the quaffle onto the floor and leaping up to inspect the damage on Remus’ head. James quickly followed, brow furrowed as he observed the large tear in his friends skin. Peter didn’t move, just watched from the floor, knowing fully what was about to happen.

“I uh—“ Remus stuttered, still unsure how to approach the topic, “—I have something to talk to you about.”

James and Sirius both stopped fretting over the scar, and instead looked at their friend with curious concern.

“You should both probably sit,” she murmured, motioning towards Sirius’ bed.

James leaned against the post at the foot of the four-poster, while Sirius sat on the edge, hands gripping the quilt.

“Everything alright mate?” James asked cautiously, brows still creased as he watched Remus shift nervously on his feet.

He glanced over at her now seated on his bed, offering him a soft, encouraging smile. At least he had her, regardless of what happens, she’d always be there.

“I’ve been…keeping something from you, from everyone—” he started.

Sirius shot a look over at her quickly, and she knew he was wondering if she was kept in the dark as well.

“—I have uh…I have lycanthropy…” he felt like he was going to pass out. The room began to spin as the words swirled around the dead air in the dormitory. He felt a hand in his, and found her standing beside him again.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, letting him rest some weight onto her.

“Is that why you disappear all the time?” James’ voice was low, his mood indecipherable.

Remus nodded slowly.

Sirius eyed him from across the room, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Remus visibly tensed, “How could I have? You better than anyone should know how people view werewolves—“

“—what’s that supposed to mean?” Sirius shot back, rising from the bed.

“That’s enough—Sirius sit back down,” she stood between the two boys, fingers pressed against Remus’ chest while she motioned for the other to get back on the bed.

James spoke up, a discernible hurt behind his tone, “Why didn’t you though? We’re your friends.”

“I—didn’t think you would want to remain that way after you found out I was a monster,” Remus muttered, eyes retreating back to the floor.

Before she could open her mouth to once again rebuke the claim, James jumped in.

“You’re not a monster, mate, you’re our friend—“

“—I’m dangerous—“

Sirius chuckled, “Yeah, okay. Remus Lupin, the boy who makes his bed before class each morning, the one who chastises us for slagging off on homework on a regular basis, future Mr. Prefect, is ‘dangerous’. Don’t make me laugh.”

They all grinned, except for Remus.

“I’m being serious,” he growled.

“Can I be James?” Sirius grinned cheekily.

He shot his friend a glare, not in the mood for the same old joke he’d heard a thousand times before, “—I could hurt someone, I could kill any of you.”

She put a hand on his arm, “You’d never hurt us Rem, there’s precautions in place.”

He sighed, looking between their faces; each of them staring back with varying expressions of admiration. The feeling began to come back into his body slowly.

James pushed off the post, walking across the room to sit on his own bed, “So where do you go each month then? They can’t possibly keep you in the hospital wing?”

Remus went into detail about the shack and describing the Whomping Willow tunnel. Sirius seemed to perk up at the mention of the walkway below the grounds.

“Do you think there’s others?” He interjected.

“Other what?” Remus gave him a confused look.

“Tunnels, passages, beneath the castle?” James looked over at his best friend as he spoke, the pieces coming together in his brain.

“I bet there are,” he sat up taller on his bed, scooting closer to edge in anticipation, “We should do some reconnaissance.”

“I feel like we’re getting off-topic here,” she interrupted the two boys.

Sirius scoffed, “No offense, but this is a way more interesting conversation than Lupin’s little issue with the moon.”

Remus burst out laughing, covering his mouth quickly with his hand; it was a reaction she hadn’t expected to see at all today, let alone during this discussion. The sound was contagious, the rest of them following suit until they were practically in stitches.

As they came down from their fit, James stretched his arms above his head, jumping off the bed, “Wanna head down to dinner? I’m starved.”

Remus groaned, “Thank Merlin, you’ve no idea…”

Sirius smirked as they began to file out of the dorm, while she stayed back and linked arms with Remus.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before walking out with her best friend.

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The Punk and the Wolf

(Previous chapter, Part 5, Next chapter)

Remus Lupin x Male Reader

Summary: Set during OFTP, Y/N is Mad Eye Moody's assistant and while staying at Grimmauld place, him and Remus develop a connection.

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Once in the sky Y/N and Moody were able to swiftly locate Arthur Weasleys location and relay the information to the others allowing them to perform the rescue while the two bounty hunters began to take chase to several death eaters who had been keeping watch in the building during the attack.

London's sky was smothered with foreboding grey clouds and as the two flew through Y/N hunched over his broom, shuddering from the cold. During the initial search all Y/N could think about was his dear friends Fred and George and how they would react when they heard the news of their dad. The whole Weasley family had been so welcoming and generous to Y/N, he had to do his best, he had to help. Y/N has not told Fred or George what had happened to him but after Remus' reaction maybe they would be okay with it. Remus. Y/N had been so scared of the idea of Remus' finding out about his unbreakable vow mark, he had convinced himself that the man would run off in disgust to inform Sirius who would have him kicked out of the Order. Shamed as he was booted out the front door for his failings, Y/N had never had a strong sense of self love, it was easy for him to think the worst of himself. But, the way Remus looked more into his eyes instead of his arm as Y/N had told him his story Y/N could see Remus trusted him, respected him ... liked him even. Y/N placed one finger over another while clinging onto his broom, hoping Remus was okay down below with the others recusing Arthur.

It was the end of dusk by the time Remus, Sirius and Molly were able to get Arthur back to Grimmauld place. His wounds were deep and smeared with blood, the poor man in a state of frantic confusion. Remus was able to heal a number of the more serious wounds and Molly started work on a stronger healing position. It was very late into the night once Arthur's condition was stable and finally everyone was able to take a breath. Although Remus still felt on edge, like an itch in the back of his head, Y/N and Moody had not returned back yet. He sat alone in the dark ignoring a cup of tea and tapping his foot relentlessly, he felt like nouring his own finger nails off. Where is Y/N?

Then through the air Remus could sense something familiar, leather, rosemary, earth, Y/N. He rose from his chair dramatically just as the back door was opening, Moody and Y/N talking among themselves as they walked in. Before either of them had a chance to properly greet him, Remus was towering over Y/N clasping his shoulder in his large hands. "Where have you two been? Why didn't you come back sooner, are you hurt?" panicked and over stimulated with Y/N's presents Remus wasn't thinking straight, his grip on Y/Ns shoulder tightened and as his breathing hitched he cornered Y/N against the back door. "For Christ sakes man stand down!" Moody yelled yanking Remus away roughly by the collar moving him away from Y/N. "We were out hunting the death eaters who were a part of Arthur's attack .. We chased them all the way to the Midlands ... Remus what's gotten into you?" Y/N asked, his tone jumping from defensive to concerned.

Remus' heart beat started to slow and he glupt down air. "I'm .. I'm sorry" he whispers raising his hands up. Slowly Moody realised him, still glaring Remus down. "Moody .. can you give us a minute" Y/N ask, staying up against the back door. "Fine, but if he comes at ya again don't say I didn't worn ya!" and with a huff Moody marched out of the room. Alone in the kitchen the two men stared at each for a while, both letting their breathing calm down. Y/N looked Remus up and down, his foot was still tapping and his hands couldn't stay still, running through his thick brown hair and across his beard. Remus was avoiding Y/Ns eye contact, ashamed of what he had just done but even more ashamed by the fact if he looked at him again Remus was worried he'd cling onto Y/N again and never let go. Finally it clicks for Y/N.

"The full moon is tomorrow." Remus let's out an exhausted sigh and nods weakly. "Do you have enough wolfsbane?" Y/N began to slowly push off the back door and make his way to Remus who was leaning against the table. "Yes .. Yes.. Sirius insisted on getting me six months worth, it was mortifying but I'd be lying if I didn't appreciate it all the same." Y/N was leaning against the table alongside Remus now, their finger tips brushed up against each other. "It's finding a safe place for me to transform which is the problem. London's not really full of empty spots far away from people".

They both stood in silence, contemplating the situation as well as finally enjoying another moment alone together. Y/N turns to Remus and smiles "I think I've got a place for you. Meet me outside just before dusk tomorrow. We will take care of it together". Y/N placed his whole hand on Remus gently before moving away from the table towards the living room. "Y/N, I'm sorry for acting like that earlier" Remus called after, "my senses are insanely heightened around this time and I just got overwhelmed by the thought of you getting hurt". Y/N paused in the doorway and his eyes softened as he smiled at Remus "I don't mind having a guard dog, just need to train you up to have slightly better table manners, goodnight Remus." "Goodnight Y/N" the young man's charm always left Remus feel like he was flouting, his wolf traits were not something he was proud of but Remus did take comfort that night being able to smell Y/N in the house as he drifted off the sleep.

The next evening approached fast and Remus felt agitated and sore throughout it. Y/N had promised to return from his mission that day at 6pm and with every passing hour without feeling Y/N's presents Remus' joints screamed. A tired Remus was hopelessly trying to read more of The Odessy in the living room when there was a rattling at the window, turning to look he saw Y/Ns ringed hand against the window then mentioning him to come outside with a tilted smile. Remus practically ran out of the house and without thinking brought Y/N in for a bear hug, consuming the smaller man in his arms, Remus let out a sigh but it came out more as a low growl. "Okay, easy big guy, looks like I came back at the right time" Y/N said tapping Remus' shoulder in a request to be realised. They stood in the middle of the empty street, the street lights were just starting the switch on as Y/N outstretched his hands towards Remus "Do you trust me?". Remus didn't answer but smiled genuinely as he took Y/N's hands in his. With a woosh they apperated away.

They reappeared in a field, the sound of trees rustling in the wind and distant bird song was all Remus could pick up on. Y/N continued to hold one of Remus' hands as he led him through the field. Once Remus' eyes had adjusted to the darkening sky he saw they were approaching a rather grand looking farm house. "Where are we" Remus was shocked at how loud he sounded out in the open, this was such a contrast to the busy streets of London they had been surrounded by only moments ago. "Oxfordshire county countryside" Y/N said with a sense of fondness "My mother and her partner used to bring us here as a get away from time to time. I still have the key." The fondness in Y/N's eyes did fade a little with the mention of his family and Remus gave his hand a little squeeze.

The wooden floor boards groaned as they entered the house and Y/N began to switch on lights "There's nothing but fields and woods for miles around the house so no one will be able to hear you" The house felt cosy and for a moment Remus entertained himself imaging a younger Y/N growing up here. "But what about you .. Y/N even with the wolfbane I can't guarantee your safety and I will never forgive myself if", Remus ment every word he was saying, despite agreeing to this arrangement involving Y/N with his condition still made him nervous. "It's okay Remus, this house is enchanted, you can only get in or out by using the key and once your settled I'll go down to the barn guest house and wait until morning" with that Y/N took Remus on a quick tour showing in the bathroom and bedrooms.

While trying to stay calm Remus' skin felt like it was on fire, he didn't have much time left. Sitting on the bed he fiddled with the vile of Wolfbane, Y/N was bringing in extra blankets. "I'm afraid I need you to go now Y/N but sincerely thank you , your making this whole ordeal slightly more manageable". Standing in front of Remus' Y/N playfully ruffles the other mans hair and Remus used every last ounce of strength he had to not pull Y/N onto his lap. "I'll see you in the morning then moones" and with a chuckle Y/N left Remus to take his Wolfbane and lay down, awaiting his transformation.

Y/N wished he could stay but knew better, Wolfbane was a powerfully effective position but Remus' wolf form would still be unpredictable. He made his way to the locked door and reached into his pocket for the key. Empty. 'No .. no no no .. come on I know I put it back in here'. Y/N fumbled through all his pockets. No key. He tried to door handle. Obviously locked. Shit. "Okay .. it's fine, it has to be around here somewhere" Y/N mummered to himself as he went into the kitchen, eyes darting all over the place "of course Y/N you chose the best times to be your most forgetful self". A number of loud bumps and groans could be heard from upstairs causing Y/N breathing to quicken. He still couldn't find the key and was starting to panic, after turning over every cousin in the living room he raced to the front door. At this point Y/N was contemplating trying to blast the door open and then, he felt a presents at the top of the stairs.

The hairs on the back of Y/N neck shot up and the whole house suddenly felt colder. A low long growl came from above and Y/N turn around, Remus' wolf form was hunched and lean, elongated limbs with terrifyingly long claws attached to them. His grey wirery fur highlighted in the moonlight and his once beautiful blue eyed had been replaced with muddied yellow pupils which were shining in the dark straight at Y/N. The young wizard was paralyzed, holding his wand tightly yet had no ideal how to use it. He couldn't break the door down now, it would risk Remus getting out.

It only took the wolf three long strides to make his way down the stairs and loom over Y/N who was shaking all over. A long snout lowered towards Y/N face, exhailing warm air into Y/N neck, he was transfixed by the rows upon rows of teeth Remus had which were bearing towards him. "Re..Remus.." was all Y/N was able to whimper before closing his eyes in fear, expecting the worst.

Y/N waited endlessly for an attack and yet it didn't come. Opening one eye he saw Remus' posture had changed to being on all fours and looking around the rest of the hallway, as if he was no longer interested in Y/N standing there and seemingly so as the wolf began to make his way into the living room. It took Y/N several minutes to realise he was alive and unharmed before he gingerly began to follow the wolf into the next room.

With Remus' size he has already knocked over a chair and seemed to be sniffing the bookcase up and down. 'Something's never change' thought Y/N with a tiny awkward laugh. He was able to make his way into the room without the wolf protesting. After inspecting the shelf with a growl Remus approached the record player, batting at the table leg and then nodging the player roughly with his head. "Do ..do you want some music on?" fighting every urge to stay away Y/N moved toward the record player, with a snarl Remus stalked his way behind the sofa, sharp eyes observing Y/N as he leaned down and began to flick through the records they had.

"Okay, I think this should work" with a tense sigh Y/N pulled out a record and began to set it up. Slowly the sounds of Bowie's Space Odyssey began to fill the room, however it wasn't even before the first line was over that with a howl Remus thrashed out and knocked over a lamp. "Okay okay, not Bowie then.. I guess something's do change with the moon" Y/N fingertips were clumsy as he skimmed through his collection. In a panic he picked up the next record he saw and began to play it. With a burst of noise Kiss' 'I was made for lovin you" started to play, 'oh no .. this surely isn't going to work' Y/N feared, watching Remus appear from behind the sofa. The wolf continued to growl but his ears pricked up to the sounds of guitars and he resumed to crawl around the room. Y/N was dumbfounded. 'I share the same music taste with a werewolf!"

To Y/N's surprise the selection of rock singles he played seemed to keep the wolf in a state of calm through out the night. It was half way through Billy Idols 'White Wedding' that Remus' wolf form clamoured onto the sofa Y/N was sitting on and begin to curl himself up, placing his head heavily upon Y/N chest. Convinced if he moved it would annoy Remus, Y/N stayed perfectly still until he began to hear the repetitive huffs from Remus' snout as he drifted to sleep. "No worries, I'll just stay right here then" and surprising himself Y/N slowly began to stroke the wolf's boney head and this is where they both stayed until morning.

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