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casualmaraudering · 3 years

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you'd better write a fluffy thing of Remus calming down and doing back and admitting that of course that's what he wants but he feels like he doesn't deserve it and then Sirius asks again and he says yes or so help me god...

@cunningambitousdetermined

whoops this is LATe but anyways, here it is at last, i reread that and felt guilty so here is a happier ending

sequel to this, but can be read as a standalone!

In retrospect, Remus agrees he could’ve handled things a little differently.

In his defence, though, it really hasn’t been a great week.

He didn’t get a refill of his anxiety medication because the pharmacy near his flat closed, and so he didn’t take any and turned into an overly emotional mess, and he got his period, so he’s been a fucking wreck. His electric kettle broke on Tuesday so he couldn’t make any tea in the morning. Then his cat got sick, and Remus nearly cried when she hadn’t eaten her breakfast for the second day in a row and then didn’t even protest when he took her to the vet. And, on top of all that, his neighbours had a party on Saturday, and Remus woke up on Sunday with a throbbing headache and the most unpleasant mood he’s been in in months.

And then Sirius came over, dragging him out to dinner - Remus just wanted to lay in bed. But Sirius insisted, and, as usual, if Sirius wanted something, he usually got it.

The dinner was bearable, though added more to Remus’s irritation and headache - everything was noisy, smelled too strong, and he was tired. The end of the meal was a blessing, and Remus couldn’t even argue about Sirius paying (he was fairly sure it was his turn to pay for a date, but he just didn’t care that day). Sirius drove them to Remus’s flat, and Remus was ready to crawl into bed, maybe inviting Sirius with him if he was up for a cuddle.

He hadn’t exactly expected to be sitting on the couch with Sirius in front of him on one knee, a black box with a shiny ring inside of it in his hand.

And once he initially flinched, and knew that Sirius saw that he did, he panicked.

It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just- it’s a bit early. We don’t even live together, a-and we’re still figuring things out, I don’t think it’d be wise to get married now. Hell, do we really need to get married? I think it’s a bit obnoxious and stupid, we don’t want that, I don’t think I want that.

He went a bit overboard, yes, but it was a shitty week and once he saw the hesitation on Sirius’s face, he started babbling whatever came to his mind.

It’s been on his mind constantly since then - and it’s been days now. Sirius hadn’t texted, nor called, but it’s not like Remus can blame him. He fucked up. He wouldn’t be surprised if Sirius chose to dump him now.

What a way to just flush six years down the drain.

On day 8 since then, Remus wakes up to Lily sitting at his kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I’ve heard you broke someone’s heart recently.”

Remus groans, taking a seat opposite her, laying his head on the table. He loves her, but she’d always been incredibly straightforward, and that’s not what he needs right now.

“I fucked up, is that what you want to hear?”

“Not necessarily,” she says calmly, sipping her coffee. “You’ve no obligation to say yes when someone proposes to you. I was, however, under the impression that it’s what you want. You’ve dated him for, what, seven years now?”

“Seven in August, yeah,” Remus mumbles, burying his face into the corner of his elbow - he’s been wearing the same sweater for days now, and it’s starting to smell stale. “I mean. Would be, if I didn’t just do that.”

“Are you over, then?”

“I doubt he wants to date me after this.”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“No.”

“Tell me what happened, then,” Lily puts her mug down and crosses her arms. “He’s really hurt and thinks you said no cause he’s not good husband material. And,” she smiles slightly at him. “I know you. And I know you were looking at wedding bands when we went to get my necklace fixed last month. So spill.”

Remus runs a hand through his hair, feeling his face heat up.

“I had an awful week and it just- bad timing, I guess,” he says defeatedly. “I know it’s a bad excuse but I was a mess and then in comes he and drops this huge thing on me and I just… I panicked. And once I didn’t say anything and I saw the fucking defeated look in his eyes I started talking, and that just made it worse.”

Lily sighs, but she has a smile on her face still.

“Typical you,” she replies, amused. “You could’ve told him you just didn’t expect it.”

“Well, when have I ever reacted well in a stressful situation?”

“Talk to him,” Lily ignores him. “You’re getting dressed, and we’re going over to his flat, where you’re going to tell him that you’ll marry him, buy a house with a picket fence and have a bunch of babies together. Simple as that.”

“What makes you think he even wants to see me?” Remus protests. “You didn’t see the look on his face, he was crushed-”

“And it’s why you need to fix it right now. Come on. Shoes on, I’m taking you to his place.”

When Sirius opens the door, Remus feels like his heart will drum out of his chest and drop right in front of his feet. Sirius doesn’t shut the door on him when he sees him, but neither of them say anything for a touch too long, to the point Remus starts feeling unbelievably awkward.

“Uhm,” Sirius starts, his cheeks already red, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Hi.”

He steps to the side, letting Remus in. He notices Sirius is still in the clothes he usually sleeps in, which is rather odd - usually he’d be out of bed long ago.

“So, what do you-”

“I panicked,” Remus says quickly, before his anxiety can talk him out of it. “I had the worst week ever, Sugar got sick, my stomach was cramping, I was out of my meds, I was tired and my head was hurting and I just wanted to go to sleep but I didn’t want to be rude so I went to that restaurant with you and then I was so exhausted but then you- and I-I… I didn’t know what to do,” Remus breathes out, blinking rapidly and hoping he won’t cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging or say anything I’ve said, I-I just… it was the worst possible timing in the world and I don’t do well with things springing on me unexpectedly. I don’t know what you want to do now, you can break up with me cause I hurt you in like the most possible way but that’s honestly what-”

He stops talking as Sirius pulls him into his arms, crushing him into a hug. Remus blinks, confused at first, but then finds his head resting on Sirius’s shoulder - he’s missed that so damn much.

“You should’ve said,” Sirius says weakly - Remus thinks he hears a hint of tears in his voice, but he can’t be sure.

“I panicked,” Remus mumbles. “And by the time I started rambling, I couldn’t stop and didn’t even know what I was saying.”

“So, uhm- if I- if I asked-”

“Yes,” he immediately replies, pulling away so he can look at Sirius’s face. “Sirius Black, you’re the love of my goddamn life and I would love to marry you. As long as you don’t mind me being, well… me.”

“You being you is the best part,” Sirius whispers - and he is crying, now. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

“I just want to make sure,” he smiles. “Last time I asked something I was sure you’d say yes to, you said no, so I have to double check.”

“Okay, now I might say no, you ass.”

Sirius laughs, and nuzzles their noses together, pressing his lips to Remus’s for a short moment.

“We’re telling everyone that we got engaged in a restaurant, though,” Sirius tells him. “It was extremely romantic, you said yes and cried.”

“Only if you also cried. And we can always do that,” Remus glances at the clock he knows is on Sirius’s hallway wall. “Less of a surprise this time, so I won’t panic. We might even get a free dessert. And you can make that cute speech again.”

Sirius’s bites his lip, his cheeks turning a pinkish shade.

“If you promise me you’ll say yes this time.”

Remus smiles, and kisses Sirius again.

“Cross my heart.”

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar drabble #my tag #my writing tag #honestly? i'd probably react in the same way #i do not do well in stressful situations at all #remus youre not alone bby #trans remus

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wizardingworld-imagines · 4 years

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Memories - Remus Lupin

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Requested? - No

Word Count - 1.1k

Warnings - Mentions of past student/teacher relationship, slight angst?

A/N - My first longer fic, hope you enjoy. (Y/E/C - Your eye colour)

Stepping into 12 Grimmauld Place with her younger sister, Hermione, trailing behind her, Y/N is greeted by the familiar face of Molly Weasley. She pulls the girls into a close hug and leads them into a room upstairs where they can leave their bags. After placing her bag on the bed, there is a knock on the door and in walks Ron. Y/N, knowing of the complicated relationship between Ron and Hermione, leaves them to talk while she goes down to the kitchen to make herself some tea and get settled ready for the order meeting. Sitting at the dining table is Sirius, a glass of firewhisky in hand. Y/N sits down opposite him, making small talk waiting for the others to arrive with Harry in tow after rescuing him from the Dursleys. She asks him how he’s been since she last saw him, that being in her final year of Hogwarts when he escaped from Azkaban, where he’s been, what he’s been up to.

Suddenly, noise erupts from the hallway and she knows that Harry is finally here. Y/N hears Molly taking Harry upstairs towards Hermione and Ron, and she continues her conversation with Sirius. From the doorway, someone clears their throat and conversation falls silent, Y/N looking down into her tea. She can hear the person move across the room, to sit next to Sirius at the table. When Y/N looks up from her drink, the first thing she notices are those eyes she has missed so dearly. Then she takes in the rest of him, the scars littering his face which always looked so beautiful to her, the way his cardigans fitted him, fond memories of when she wore them flooding back into her mind. She can smell his cologne, something she often smelt when brewing Amortentia, which she did often not only to practise her skills, but also to be reminded of him.

He joins in the conversation, yet Y/N cannot hear his words. She is so enamoured with seeing him again, her senses dull with the reminders of what she missed. Memories of when they sat after class, drinking tea and reading in each other’s company. Of course, initially it was purely platonic, but slowly she fell for the professor. He was like no other, all the boys in her year were obnoxious and rude, not like the gentle and kind soul he was. She fell more in love with him, and he did with her, the mysterious girl who loved books and learning, unlike any other student.

They both knew it was wrong, and that spending time with each other outside of classroom hours would be dangerous for them, sealing them to a fate where they could never show their love outside of these evenings. She wanted to tell everyone how she felt, to let them all know how in love she was. Yes it may have been morally dubious, but she was 18, legal and their bond was unlike anything else. A kind of connection people could only dream of.

Soon, the other order members start filling the room and the meeting convenes. But throughout the entire meeting, Y/N hardly payed attention. She was too focused on him. Thousands of scenarios raced through her head of what she could say to him afterwards. She needed to talk to him, to hear his voice ring through her ears again. The meeting wraps up, the entire thing passing in a flurry of events she can’t quite recall, and everyone is free to move around the house. Remus leaves his seat and walks towards the front of the house, towards one of the reception rooms. This is her chance. Y/N gets up and follows him, and when no one else is in sight she gently calls his name, barely getting his attention. He turns around, facing her. A sorrowful smile upon his face.

‘Ah, Y/N. It’s nice to see you again. How have you been?’ He asks, his voice soft and sweet, similar to how he used to speak to her in those forbidden evenings together.

‘I’ve been ok Remus.’ She responds quietly. She wishes she could say more, but she is so afraid of ruining this blissful moment between them. They fall into a comfortable silence, until he speaks up again, ‘What have you been up to since graduating?’

‘Mostly travelling. I’ve been going around the world, like I dreamed about those years ago. I finally did it’ She states, a small smile surfacing. ‘I’m actually hoping to start teaching at Hogwarts soon, Dumbledore’s got a job lined up for me as of next year, so for now i’m just enjoying my spare time.’

A look of surprise comes across his features.

‘Don’t look so shocked. You always inspired me, I want to do this because you showed me how wonderful and incredible teaching a new generation can be’. She kicks herself mentally for that. Two years since they’ve last seen each other and she’s already reminding him of the past, of what they had. Of what they lost.

‘I’m sorry’ he apologises. ‘For what happened between us’ Silence fills the room again.

‘It’s ok’ she reassures ‘I understand why it had to stop. You were my professor, I was your student. If anyone found out we would have both been in a lot of trouble’

He nods, showing her he hears her, and what she has to say. His eyes catch Y/N’s, a glint in them which goes unnoticed to her. One moment and he’s transported back to what they had, a memory of seeing her beautiful Y/E/C eyes in the candlelight of his office, her nose stuck in a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, in preparation for her N.E.W.T in Charms.

‘You know I never stopped loving you, right? Even after we ended things, even after these two years.’ She regrets the words as they leave her mouth, but knowing it might be the last conversation they have anyway, she had nothing to lose. He looks at her, questioning if she actually means what she said, if he heard correctly. She takes this as her time to leave, tears welling in her eyes. She thinks it’s clear he doesn’t feel the same. But a hand on her wrist pulls her back, and she’s facing him once again.

He pulls her towards his chest, where she places her head gently, muscle memory after the multitude of occasions it has happened before. He leans down carefully and whispers something in her ear.

‘I never stopped loving you either’

And in that moment they hold each other close, swaying slightly like they were dancing to some old record, knowing that they found each other again. Their love, gentle and tender, forged from the memories of old, and future opportunities to make many more.

#hp imagine #hp imagines #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin x reader #lupin x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine

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hpdabbles · 3 years

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Hello, I just found your blog and wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your writing! Honestly, I've spent the past few hours just scrolling and reading and honestly it was time well spent!!

I absolutely adored your fae!Harry story (I think it was called 'what's in a name') and the time travel one where Harry takes after Lily, if you were thinking of writing a part 2 for either I'd absolutely read them! 😊💞

(But also absolutely no pressure or anything like that, you write what makes you happy! 💗)

Hello! Thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m really glad you like those two they are some of my favorites. Sure I’ll write ya a part 2! This is for the time travel one where Harry takes after his mom more, I’m dubbing it “From Your Mother’s Side”. Enjoy!

James kept a closer eye on Harry as they “lead” him back to the Gryffindor’s tower after the welcoming feast. He found it rather interesting that this pretty redhead seems to know his way around the castle, and entered the Gryffindor common room like it was second nature.

He didn’t once falter in his steps, sure where he was and where he was going all the way up to the fifth year dorm. It was rather fascinating for someone who claimed to never been to Hogwarts.

Sirius and Remus were glad to show him about anyway but he was sure the two picked up on the same thing after allowing Harry to go and unpack not once leading the boy. The Mauraders are six years now and unfortunately for his two mates that means Harry will not be rooming with them.

Harry will have two roommates- the year following the marauders was a sad year for the house of Gryffindor- who are eager to take over the tour.

As a group they all relocated in their dorm, ignoring their other roommate Simon Minsky who did his best to stay as far away from their pranks as he could and piled on James’ bed. Peter charmed the curtains shut, Remus fluffed up the pillows to lean on, Sirius stretched out and took more space than he needed to and James provided the sweets.

Once James was sure everyone had either a sugar quill, chocolate frog, or Carmel caldron he spoke “So the new transfer....anyone thinks he’s a little off?”

“Very off,” Peter said around his quill.

“If by off you mean he looks like every wet dream come to life then yes” Sirius sighs fanning himself. “I’ll love to take that boy on my motorbike.”

“Sirius please your embarrassing yourself” Remus cut in without any real bite so James didn’t have to yell at him for it. “Yes he is pretty but even you know that something about the way he walks and talks is strange. Moon after him once we figure out-”

“Funny you should say moon, Moony” Sirius wags his eyebrows which prompted Remus to pick up a pillow and hit him in the face with. The dark hair boy laughs as he nearly falls off the bed but his strong grip on James keeps him right on the edge.

“Getting back to the point,” Peter says rolling his eyes which makes James crack a smile. “I don’t think he’s up to anything dangerous, the bloke doesn’t look like he could hurt a fly. If anything he looks rather delicate.”

“So does my Lilypad” James counters. “And we all know Lily Evans could kill us and then go paint her nails with our blood.”

“Looks can be deceiving. Take my cousin Bellatrix, for example, she seems like a proper lady to the public but I’m telling she suffers the worst case of Black Madness the likes which haven’t been seen in the last few generations” Sirius adds, shifting his body closer to the others. “He also didn’t seem like the cowering type. Humble and more reserve yeah, but not cowering.”

James nodded his head at that. “I think he is hiding something. Did anyone notice just...how much he seemed to recognize us? Or the way he reacted to being introduced to Longbottom?”

The seventh-year perfect stopped them earlier when they first entered the common room to greet and welcome Harry but the fifth year hadn’t reacted much to him until he learned Longbottom’s name.

For a moment Harry looked like he choked on his spit in shock and James bet his left shoe it wasn’t because Frank Longbottom was unfairly naturally built like a brick house.

“Maybe we can test him,” Remus suggests, making the others turn to their strategist with interest as the werewolf was the one usually behind the most successful pranks. The half-blood smiles at them innocently. “What if we give him a false sense of security with us, slowly condition him into revealing what he is hiding? We could also keep an eye on him with the map and see where he goes.”

“Why would we need to do that?”

“Because he’s sneaking out of his room,” Remus says pointing down at the Maurder’s map where Harry Hedwing’s foots steps were in fact moving away from the tower. The other blink surprise the werewolf activated the map so quickly without them the wiser but lean in to see where Harry is going.

They watch him make a full circle around the castle somehow barely dodging the patrolling perfectly until he seems to tried and goes towards the headmasters’ office. There he wanders around the room, pacing a few times stopping every few steps and James thinks he may be talking to the portraits if he is mentally recalling the room correctly.

Bizarrely, Harry then makes his way to the ground floor girl's bathroom the one Moaning Myrtle haunts and simply, disappears.

“What? Where did he go!?” Sirius gasps jumping up as the others also jerk in surprise. This never happen before, their map never lied and it always knew where anyone in Hogwarts was. No one had just disappeared from the parchment.

“M-maybe he did apparition?” Peter suggests.

“On Hogwarts ground?” Remus counters, climbing to his feet. “The wards wouldn’t allow it.”

“Well what do you think happened?” Sirius snaps also getting up. The werewolf gives him a sour look but they all know the Black tends to snap at anyone close by when nervous so he lets it go after throwing his hands in the air.

“Did..did he die?” James whispers because it’s the only explanation he can think of.

The other three twist to stare at him in horror, none of them liking the suggestion but none of them able to deny the high positivity. Peter hugs himself, Sirius goes pasty white and Remus’ already tense face tightens even more. They sit around not know what to say or do. Eventually, after who knows how long, James takes the initiative.

“We have to go get his body.” He holds up his hand to stop whatever the others are going to say while biting his lip. “Look, we can’t send a professor ahead of us without basically admitting we know where his body even though we didn’t see it and not make us look like murders. We have to give up the map to prove we didn’t do him in and you all know most of the charms in that parchment are illegal. We can’t have anyone from the government get a close eye on us, not with Moony. Leaving the bloke there until some unlucky girl finds the corpse is not right either. We have to go.”

Peter starts to shakes and Remus has to push his head between his knees to get his breathing back to normal. After much debate, it’s decided that James and Sirius would go to the bathroom to set up a prank and would “stumble” across the body.

Then they would come racing back to wake Remus so the perfect could alert the professors. Peter had been fed a sleeping draught since he couldn’t handle lying about such a thing and he needed an alibi should the professors come question him.

The two set out with paint balloons and heavy hearts, the map tucked safely in Sirius' pocket while they moved at a steady pace underneath the invisibility cloak. As they walked not one dared to say a thing, even though they desperately wish the silence was gone.

The darkness of the castle, with it’s sleeping portraits made the trip that much more eerie.

James half wanted to tell Sirius to go back because he knew his best friend wasn’t really in love with Harry Hedwig but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel something for the teenager they met earlier that night. Another selfish scared part of him didn’t want to be alone open the bathroom door.

James hated that part of himself.

They stopped in front of the door, removing the cloak to carefully roll up, and stood there for a few minutes. As if through, deep down they didn’t want to push open the wood and come face to face with the reality that waited for them.

Eventually, James sigh stepping forward and reaches for the knob-

Only to jerk back when the door moves on its own, Harry Hedwig’s startled green eyes boring into his, very much alive and very much covered in some kind of dark liquid, carrying something wrapped in his school robes.

“Oh! You surprised me!” The boy says, his red hair falling around in a wind blow mess. He looks like he just came out of a losing side of a fight, face bruised and gashes on his knees where the trousers have been ripped.

“What brings you out this late at night?” Harry asks casually acting like this was a common everyday encounter and not one of the strangest nights of James’ life.

“What brings us-what about you! What are you doing? Why are you covered in-is that blood!?” Sirius blurts and true enough the dark liquid James had noticed is in fact blood. He feels sick.

“I had stuff to do,” Harry says shrugging not looking like the delicate flower that he did at his sorting “That stuff put up a fight.”

“What?”

Harry studies them closely and James feels like he should take out his wand in order to defend himself but then he remembers he left it at the tower. He always had the bad habit of forgetting his wand, his mother once warn him it could one day kill him but James never thought she would be right.

Hopefully, Sirius wasn’t as forgetful because, with the map on them, their friends would never know what happen to the two if they do not make it out of this alive.

“Any of you good at skinning a snake?” Harry jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “You have a nasty pest in your pipes.”

James takes a chance to look over his shoulder and faints when he sees the giant basilisk head that is laying in a pool of blood with its body half leaning out of a giant hole leading from the sinks.

A second thump is heard later as Sirius like the loyal friend he is follows suit.

The next morning everyone is talking about Harry Hedwig not only finding the Chamber of Secrets, slaying the Slytherin monster with the help of the Gryffindor Sword but also being strong enough to carry both his new housemates to the school healer.

He’s only been on Hogwart grounds for a grand total of twelve hours before everyone knows how utterly insane the transfer student really is, pretty or not.

#Hpdabbles #Harry Potter #Time travel #Red Hair Harry #James Pov #From Your Mother's side #Part 2 #Harry is not messing around #James is the mom friend #Misunderstandings #peacebull

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ahufflepuffranting · 3 years

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The Mistakes of the Half-Blood Prince Movie

Disclaimer: These are my opinions not facts. I haven’t watched this movie in many moons so some scenes may be spotty/inaccurate. Also a lot of them are going to be derived from the book so if you haven’t read them, read the series, rewatch or watch the movies and then come back. Also major spoilers for this movie. You have been warned.

So…the HBP. I remember watching this movie in middle school/early high school. Now after a few years. I have a lot of thoughts on this movie and I felt that this would be a good first post. Enjoy!

1) Snape as the DADA Teacher. For those who read the books you know Snape has been eyeing the DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) teaching spot for years. We learn this in the first book and it’s mentioned in the first movie as well. But he is overlooked year after year after year. Now he finally has it. AND THERE’S NOT EVEN A MENTION IN THE MOVIE. In fact we barely see him at all during the movie. Snape as the DADA is such a fascinating topic of the book and would’ve been amazing to see in the movie. Plus we would’ve gotten the iconic sassy Harry line “There’s no need to call me, SIr Professor”.

2) Draco Malfoy. Now before I begin, let’s just say Tom Felton’s hair and wardrobe were at its peak during this film. Anyway, as readers and watchers all know, Draco is a death eater now and has been tasked with killing Dumbledore. In the book, we see these events through Harry’s perspective only which makes sense; it’s not Draco Malfoy and the Year He Tried to Kill Dumbledore. But a movie is an opportunity to expand and explore different characters and I wished they had done that for Draco a bit more. I would’ve loved to see the scene where is initiated and given the task by Voldemort. There were a few scenes but I wished to see the internal struggle that Draco was going through. Up until this point, we have always seen Draco as the opposite of Harry, the dark side and the enemy. But now with the Wizarding World at War, we begin to see a different side to Draco as he has a battle of doing what’s right and do what he is supposed to do.

3) Remus and Tonks. This is another topic that is rarely touched on during this film. Remus and Tonks is such an interesting dynamic and its another topic that I wished was expanded upon. In the book towards the end, Harry finds out that Tonks was in love with Remus when he thought it was Sirius she was mourning over. After the Battle at the Astronomy Tower (more on that later) there is this wonderful, heart-tugging and romantic scene where Tonks is trying to convince Remus that they can be together. Remus tries to rebuff her.

““You see!“ said a strained voice. Tonks was glaring at Lupin. "She still wants to marry him, even though he’s been bitten! She doesn’t care!”

“It’s different,” said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. “Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely-”

“But I don’t care either, I don’t care!” said Tonks, seizing the front of Lupin’s robes and shaking them. “I’ve told you a million times….””

And the meaning of Tonk’s Patronus and her mouse-colored hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumor someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all.

“And I’ve told you a million times,” said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor, “that I am too old for you, too poor….too dangerous….” (Half-Blood Prince, pg. 623-624)

This highlights another aspect of Remus that is not easily shown in this movie, his ability to let others in. So afraid of being loved, Remus tries to shut out Tonks, thinking he is a monster, unworthy to be loved. But Tonks refuses to give up and tries to show him that she loves him for who he is, werewolf and all. This scene is iconic and to remove it from the movie is a crime. Also in the movie, they were already a couple…..??? #REMUS DESERVED BETTER #REMUS NEEDS A HUG

4) Ginny. I have many thoughts on Ginny. Bonnie Wright is an amazing actress so this is in no way bashing her. Ginny in the book is sassy, assertive and loveable. She stands up for herself and others and doesn’t get pushed around by anyone.

Movie Ginny on the other hand is kind of one dimensional and there was so much potential for her to grow. In the book, her relationship with Harry is an actual relationship. They spend time to together. It’s cute and it’s everything. The breakup scene is so sad but beautiful in its own way because it’s so like Harry to break up with her because he loves her so much. And that kiss scene in the book!!!! Oh my gosh do not even gte my wheels GOING! Like all Hinny shippers must have been like “FINALLY!!”

But in the movie, they just kiss in the ROR (Room of Requirement) and she just disappears and nothing happens after that. So they just never dated????? Like what????? A kiss doesn’t equate to a relationship, like ever. I realize now that Rowling was trying to create a normal atmosphere you’d get in any high school/teen universe because despite being in a middle a war, they’re still growing up and being teenagers with all thier angst. Harry pining for Ginny is a HUGE part of the HBP and its a huge part of that trying to be normal vibe (whatever that means in a middle of a war and you’re the Chosen One).

5) Battle at the Astronomy Tower. In the book, after Dumbeldore’s death, a battle erupts between the Death Eaters, who infiltrated the school with Draco’s help-and the students and the Order. I remember not appreciating when I first read this but now looking back, I wish I had. This event is considered a major battle and is the climax of this book. Everything has led up to this moment. AND THEY JUST TAKE IT OUT AND REPLACE IT WITH SOME MEDIOCRE ESCAPE SCENE. Bellatrix just blows out the windows of the Great Hall and sets Hagrid’s hut on fire but he’s NOT EVEN THERE! In the book, when she flamed up his hut, Hagrid was there and was PISSED because Fang was inside. DOn’t worry for all the dog lovers, Fang survives. It just seems so wrong to take it out. The scene that takes its place is bland in comparison and they should have just followed the book instead.

6) Fleur For those who didn’t read the book Fleur is engaged to Bill Weasley and the family…for the lack of a better word absolutely despises her. Behind her back they mock her and give her the oh-so-wonderful nickname Phlegm. Even though I don’t particularly care that it didn’t make it into the movie, there is one scene that I wished they kept that ties into my previous point. During the battle at the Astronomy Tower, Bill is mauled by Greyback and is scared for life. The scratches he sustained meant he would suffer but never fully transform. Molly despairs and assumes that Fleur would no longer want to marry him because of his marred face. But Fleur angrily berates her saying that Bill’s scars are proof of his bravery and she “was good-looking enough for both of them” (HBP, pg. 623). This scene is such a heartwarming scene after such a tragic event and I would’ve been more than happy if they included it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE WHOLE THING! I MIGHT DO ANOTHER RANT FOR OTHER HP MOVIES! PLEASE REBLOG AND ADD NOTES!

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Memories

Request: Can I get a request where Sirius and reader grew up together, her family is also part of the of the sacred 28, and they are like best friends even though she’s a slytherin. And when Sirius finally escapes Azkaban he goes and hides at her place. Maybe she tells people she adopted a large black dog 😜

A/N: I LOVED WRITING THIS. I approached it in a manner I don't usually do so I hope you like it and I really hope I’ve done your request justice because the minute I started writing it, I was over 2.5k words in before I even came up for air. Flashbacks are written in bold and are bordered by two ** at the beginning and end to hopefully avoid confusion. I hope you all enjoy! I am slowly making my way through the other requests. Love to you all!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, sadness, negative emotions, some swearing

Word count: 3.9k

MASTERLIST

In the wizarding world, there were very few publications that printed credible new stories. The instant you pick up your copy of The Daily Prophet from where the mail owl had dropped it on your stoop, you knew that this would be the only news story that would be covered across all news outlets.

It had been an age since you had seen his face; seen those eyes that you fell in love with in your fifth year of Hogwarts. Staring at the moving image now, those eyes are full of fear. Your heart breaks at the sight of him.

Moving to your kitchen, your mind takes you back to one of the many memories shared with Sirius growing up as a member of the Sacred 28:

The garden at the Black’s country manor is the opposite of their house. The garden is warm, it’s full of life. The house is cold, full of secrets.

You hated coming here; dragging your heels whenever your family had to make the annual summer trip. You didn’t like Mr. Black – he was cold, and his eyes were mean, and you didn’t like how he looked at his eldest son, Sirius.

The only reason you didn’t pitch up enough of a fight was so you could see Sirius. The same age as you, you had known each other since diapers, and he was your closest friend. Time apart from Sirius was filled with the constant stream of letters sent between the both of you.

He knew that you couldn’t spend a lot of time in the manor house; he knew to find you in his mother’s rose garden that was tended to with such care – something he had seen only in private; only when his father couldn’t see.

He joins you amongst the roses; inhaling their heady scent and counting the colours – red, pink, yellow, orange. An entire rainbow presented here in the garden; one that would not be reflected in the house.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

You turn to him, moving on the bench to make room for him. “I like the colours.”

He hums in agreement. You lean your head on his shoulder.

“Are you scared?” You ask.

“To go to Hogwarts?”

You nod. The letters had arrived to both of you within a week of each other. Your parents couldn’t be more thrilled – another Slytherin in their midst.

“I’m not scared. I’m excited to see what could happen.”

“I’m excited too. I just don’t want to let my parents down.”

Sirius knocks his shoulder against yours, “I don’t think that’s possible. It’ll be me doing all the disappointing – just you wait.”

You laugh, instantly feeling at ease. Sirius could always manage to calm you down. With him at Hogwarts with you, you didn’t feel as scared.

The newspaper makes its home on your kitchen counter.

The kettle is soon boiling on the stove as you decide that a warm drink would be needed for you to face the details of the article.

The shock of seeing his face has worn off somewhat as you finally turn to confront The Daily Prophet. Countless times you had imagined what Sirius would look like when he hit his thirties – he would always be handsome and he would always have his roguish smile, but staring at the photo again, you never imagined this.

Thrashing about in the photo; a man close to madness. He had lost part of himself the night Lily and James were murdered in Godric’s Hollow. From there, he acted – he didn’t think.

Tears begin to form as you remembered how he was on the very first time you travelled on the Hogwarts’ Express:

You were not ashamed to admit that a few tears did fall as you said goodbye to your parents before stepping onto the Hogwarts Express. Your mother and father hugged you tightly before promising to meet you on the platform for the Christmas break.

You hold onto that promise as you search for an empty compartment to sit in.

You never find that compartment; Sirius finds you first.

“(Y/N)! Here! I’ve saved you a place.”

“Sirius!” You shout, entering the compartment he was sharing with three other boys.

“(Y/N), meet James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.”

Each boy shakes your hand, and you immediately decide that you like them and would like to be fast friends with them.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

James’ eyes widen, “As in the (Y/L/N) of the Sacred 28?”

You nod, “The very same.”

James whistles, “I didn’t think I would be meeting a member of the Sacred 28 on my first day of school.”

“You’re meeting two actually. My surname is Black.”

Neither you nor Sirius realised just how much those three boys would mean to you. You smile wistfully as think of the events that unfolded after that initial meeting:

“Gryffindor!” The Sorting Hat exclaims atop of James Potter’s head. The smile on his face impossibly large as he makes his way over to the table reserved for Gryffindors.

The butterflies in your stomach had become a full blow riot; the nerves making your hands shake until Sirius grabbed one and squeezed tightly. The nerves had settled somewhat but they were still present.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Professor McGonagall calls out.

You ascend the steps, taking a seat on the solitary stool. The Sorting Hat is placed upon your head and you can feel him deliberating which house would best suit you.

In less than a minute he has decided: “Slytherin!”

The Slytherin table shout their welcomes as you make their way over to them, taking a seat among your fellow first years.

You watch nervously as Sirius is called to take a seat. The Hat is placed on his head and it deliberates, trying to decide the best fit for him.

It’s as if the Great Hall falls silent when the Sorting Hat calls out “Gryffindor!”

Remus sends an owl a week after the news of Sirius’ escape from Azkaban breaks. He apologises for not writing sooner, but having been offered a teaching position at Hogwarts, he had been somewhat caught up in lesson plans. The rest of his letter oozes of his worry for you – how are you coping with this? Do you want to come to Hogsmeade? We can talk it through. How sorry he is for you having to experience this all over again.

Your reply covers the fact that you are alright – that yes, this was the last thing you ever expected but all it has done so far is made you reminisce of times at Hogwarts, was he experiencing the same now that Sirius was back?. However, he needed to tell you everything about his new job – what was it like? Was he teaching Baby Harry who was no longer a baby but old enough for Hogwarts now?

The onslaught of memories that have troubled you since the moment you spied Sirius’ face on the front page did not let up as you tumble into another memory from Hogwarts and distantly wondered whether Harry was experiencing the same exam stress:

The textbook is wrenched out of your hands, and you start to shout at the culprit before realising two things: you are in the library, and it was Sirius.

Instead of shouting and jeopardising your position in library, you settle on pinning Sirius with a glare.

He answers with his own glare, “You have been studying for months, what more could you need to know?”

“Not all of us is gifted academically, Sirius. These are our OWLs; I need to do well.”

“Take a break, (Y/N). I miss you.” He says, pouting.

You return his pout, “Poor baby Gryffindor. Give me back my textbook.”

He sighs dramatically before handing you back your textbook. You return to reading, writing the occasional note but you can feel the weight of his stare.

You huff, “Two more hours, and I’ll meet you outside your common room, okay?”

His smile is blinding, he presses a long kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Don’t study too hard.”

He leaves before he can see you press a hand to your cheek, trying to keep the imprint of his lips on your cheek.

Your relationship with Sirius had naturally progressed from friendship to romantic, but the friendship did remain. You offered him your whole heart, and he offered you his. It was often joked by Remus that there would be no better fit for the other. James had called it from the start, or so he claimed. It was hard to avoid the longing look Sirius would send your way when you weren’t looking.

It had been something similar for you – longing glances in class, at mealtimes. Wanting nothing more than to take the relationship to the next level; to tell him exactly how you felt about him – how being around him feels like you’re drowning until he looks at you and you can finally breathe and that pressure on your chest has been lifted.

But the fear. That fear of ruining a lifelong friendship paralysed you. It paralysed him as well – until sixth year when he needed to say something for the worry that his feelings may cause him to internally combust.

“Sirius, I don’t know why you’re angry at me. What have I done? How can I fix it?” It was so very rare that Sirius was angry with you, that you fought about anything.

“It’s nothing, (Y/N). Let’s leave it.”

“No. It’s upset you, and you’ve been off with me since breakfast. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Sirius runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back despite the fact that it would always back into his eyes. He huffs, remaining silent on the subject.

You roll your eyes at his silence, knowing that he would revert to silence to avoid the subject and work it out on his own. You use the silence to think back to breakfast, as to what could have happened to affect his mood for the whole day.

Nothing exciting happened – you joined the Marauders for breakfast, discussing Hogsmeade plans with Peter as you filled your plate. The only thing out of the ordinary was being approached by Justin Mayhew from your Muggle Studies class, asking if you had the notes from Monday’s lecture as he had missed it due to illness. You had smiled at him, telling him you would lend him your notes this afternoon in class. He returned your smile before thanking you – it was a quick interaction that had meant nothing to you.

Oh. You blink.

Oh.

“You’re jealous.” You state.

“It wasn’t that.”

“Then you’re going to have to elaborate then because all I’ve come up with is jealousy.”

“You smiled at him.”

“What?”

“You smiled at him. And I saw how the narrative of my life was going to play out – that I was destined to be reserved to the side lines and watch you smile at other men, and I was to act as if it didn’t bother me. As if I was the villain of your story.”

“What are you saying?”

He runs his hand through his hair again, letting out a frustrated groan, “I’m saying that I have been in love with you for years now and it’s fucking shit to realise that you don’t love me back.”

“Sirius, you can be so dense sometimes.”

“I’ve laid my heart bare, sprawled it on the table in front of us and you insult me?”

“Yes, you prick. I love you too.”

He blinks. Once, twice, three times before: “You love me too?”

You throw your arms wide, “Yes! I have since fifth year. I adore you.”

He’s in front of you in an instant; one hand on your cheek, the other wrapping itself around your waist, pulling you close to him. He searches your eyes for any hint of reservation – when he finds none, he kisses you.

And everything makes sense.

From there, you and Sirius went from strength to strength. Graduating Hogwarts together, quickly moving into a small cottage in the neighbouring village to Godric’s Hollow. Neither James nor Sirius could be too far apart.

James and Lily’s wedding was something to behold. You were not ashamed of the tears that flowed at the sight of Sirius up at the altar, stood next to James, looking as proud as any Best Man could.

The birth of Baby Harry truly brought everything together. Being named godparents to that precious child meant everything to you and Sirius.

As you sit in your living room, your mind drifts to Harry again – what would he look like now? Is he more James than Lily or more Lily than James?

A fresh wave of guilt crashes upon you as you think of how you never fought to keep custody of him. The first year after Sirius’ arrest had been so delicate; everyone walked on eggshells around you, afraid to set you off.

The night of James and Lily’s death was something that whilst you had been aware of the threat to their lives, you never expected. Placing your head in your hands, you think back to that night:

The right side of the bed is cold, you frown as you paw at it, looking for the man you loved.

Sighing, you pull the covers off you, shivering at the cold in the air. Wrapping your dressing gown around your body, you head downstairs, deciding to wait for Sirius in the living room.

You don’t have to wait long.

The front door opens, and Sirius falls into the house. You’re there in an instant. He’s pale and trembling – whatever has happened was bad enough to send him into this state.

“Sirius, my love, I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, screwing them up so tight you know he’s seeing stars behind his eyelids. He presses his hands to face as if trying to erase whatever image he was now seeing.

He takes a stuttering breath before finally uttering: “James. Lily. Murdered.”

His voice breaks on the final word and his tears finally start up. Heart-wrenching sobs take over his body, and he slides to knees in the entryway. Your arms wrap around him as you attempt to process the three words he barely got out.

There, you both sit, wrapped up in the other. Carding your hands through his famously unruly hair, you hold the broken man to your chest and let him get his feelings out.

Wrenching your eyes shut, you try to stem the flow of your tears. For obvious reasons, this was not a memory you revisited often. Sirius that night was broken – there was no other way of putting it.

You remember him coming home, barely containing his shaking. Only being able to get out the words: “James, Lily, murdered” before the sobs overtook him and you held him close – trying your very hardest to keep your own tears at bay. You had to be strong for Sirius now.

You never realised Sirius was planning his revenge as you held him in your arms:

He presses a searing kiss to your lips; it feels like a goodbye, you could only pray it wasn’t.

“Sirius, tell me where you’re going.” You demand as he pulls away.

He kisses you one more time, “I’m going to right a wrong.”

And just like that he’s out the door. By the time you realise what he’s going to do, his motorcycle is already in the air.

The rest of that day is a blur with only a few coherent moments throughout. You remember Remus arriving at the house; you remember the Aurors at your door; and you remember being told you would never see him again.

You had been catatonic after that; sinking to the floor, heaving out sob after sob. Your heart had been cleaved in two and thrown onto the floor. You could see no recovery from this.

It had taken time; it had taken care from Remus, from your parents.

Your relationship with parents had become rocky once you announce your relationship with Sirius. Your father worked with Sirius’ father and after Sirius had disowned the Black family, your relationship with him was the last thing they expected. It had taken a while, but they grew to love Sirius as if he were their son.

You think back to their care in the initial days after Sirius’ incarceration; how gentle they had been with you when all they wanted to do was rage at what had happened to their daughter.

Twelve years later, you still owed them for that. Your mother had waved away your constant attempt at thanks reiterating that she was your mother and would care for you regardless of the state you were in.

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The flashbacks become more common after sighting a black dog in town. You think back to your Divination lessons at Hogwarts and remembering the meaning of sighting a black dog. You push that thought out of your mind; if you were to meet impending doom, it would have happened by now.

As you’re paying for your shopping, another thought hits you. It isn’t a normal black dog – and you suddenly feel so bloody foolish that you haul your shopping back to your house where you make enough food for two, leaving a plate by your door as well as large dressing gown that once belonged to the man you now suspected was hiding in his animagus form.

A knock on the door soon follows.

You’ve never answered the door faster.

Stood there, wrapped in the dressing gown, is Sirius.

“(Y/N).” The moment your name falls from his lips, it’s as if a twelve year old wound is suddenly healed.

“Sirius.”

You have a split-second decision to make: let him in or turn him away.

Your heart makes the decision for you. You move to the side, giving him permission to enter the house he once shared with you; the house he once hoped to have a family in.

“You’ve decorated.” He states, as if he hasn’t been imprisoned for twelve years, but rather on holiday.

You cough, “Yeah, I needed to make some changes.”

He nods, understanding the meaning behind your words.

He follows you into the kitchen where you immediately head over to the kettle; pouring water in before placing it on the stove to heat up. Whatever conversation was to follow needed a mug of tea. As your mother always says – the world can be put to right over a mug of tea.

His eyes focus on your left hand as you hand him the hot mug of tea and walk into the living room. He notes the lack of wedding ring, and he can’t help but feel some relief at that.

You notice him staring at your hand as he takes a seat on the couch across from you. “There hasn’t been anyone since you. After you were arrested and the Aurors showed up on our doorstep, I wasn’t in any state to even remotely think about dating.”

The guilt swims in his eyes.

You sigh as you stare at the mug of liquid in your hands, “I found the ring box two weeks after you were imprisoned. Remus suggested I pack some of your things away and move them into the attic. He came over and helped; I was putting on your favourite leather jacket when I felt the box in its pocket. The moment I opened it and saw the ring nestled there, I just about lost it all over again. Poor Remus had to calm me down - it took a while. I’ll never be able to pay him back for all he did in that first year.”

Sirius clears his throat before speaking, “I had it all planned out. I had asked your father and he had given me his permission. I was going to cook your favourite meal and ask you over dessert. It was a cliché, retired idea but I knew you would never appreciate the grand spectacles. There are few things I regret in this life; not proposing to you, not marrying you is one of them.”

There are a thousand things you want to say to him in that moment; the emotions coursing through your body are too much for you to catalogue, not knowing what or how to feel.

You don’t get a chance to form an answer, however. A knock sounds at your door and you release a swear that Sirius had never heard you say.

“You need to go,” You say, grabbing Sirius by the arm, hauling him up from his place on the couch.

“What? Why? I just got here.”

To answer his question, your mother shouts through the door: “(Y/N), dear, are you alright?”

You shout to the door, “Yes, mum. I’m just finding a clean shirt!”

You can hear her chuckle through the door.

Sirius squawks in indignation as you drag him to the back door. You hiss at him, “I need you to transform. The last thing my mother needs to find is you in my house. You’re probably the reason she’s here.”

Sirius smirks, “Your mother always did like me.”

“Transform, Sirius.” You plead. He nods silently as he leaves your house. The only confirmation of his transformation is the bark coming from your back garden.

You school your face into an expression which hopefully shows that you haven’t been spending time with your ex-boyfriend who happens to have escaped from prison where he was put for murdering some friends and muggles. Straightening your shirt, you open your front door to see your mother’s concerned face.

“I wish I could have come sooner,” She says, walking into your living room.

“Don’t worry about it, mum. You and Father were travelling, I wouldn’t expect you to drop everything to come back for this.”

She frowns, “But, darling, how could I not worry?” Clearly referring to your state after Sirius’ arrest was not something she did lightly, but it had to be brought up.

You wave a hand in dismissal, “It’s been twelve years, mum. I’ve had plenty of time to come to terms with it. Besides, I doubt I would be where he would come to for refuge.”

She purses her lips but says nothing more on the subject to your relief.

You smile at your mother, “How about a cup of tea?”

“That sounds lovely.”

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“Honey?” You mother asks as she places two empty cups in the sink.

You hum.

“Why is there a large black dog in your garden?”

“He’s my new company. I figured after twelve years, I need some company, but didn’t want the hassle of a man.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I adopted him. He’s called Snuffles if you can believe it.”

Your mother chuckles, turning away from the kitchen window. “Snuffles? It suits him.”

You smile, “Doesn’t it just.”

She leaves soon after, a kiss pressed to your cheek as she walks out the door.

The minute the front door shuts, the back one opens and Sirius walks in.

“Fancy harbouring a fugitive?” He asks.

You have known this man for all of your life, been in love with him for over half – there was no-one before him and there would be no-one after him. It takes less than a minute for you to answer.

“Of course.”

Sirius answering smile is blinding.

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fruitquake · 4 years

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The Feeling Is Mutual

Remus considered turning around and taking the stairs as soon as he saw Sirius Black. But he knew from experience that getting down those stairs on crutches was even harder than it looked, and he really didn’t have time to end up in the hospital with another broken limb.

No, he could survive the elevator ride with Black. It was only a few floors, after all.

It wasn’t that he hated Black. He just strongly disliked him and the sight of his face made Remus’ blood boil. Okay, maybe he did kind of hate him, but he knew the feeling was mutual.

He avoided making eye contact as he entered the elevator, holding both crutches in one hand to press the button with his free one.

“Good afternoon, Lupin.” Sirius’ voice, however charming, was as annoying as ever.

“It’s 8 am,” Remus replied coldly, not looking anywhere near Black, though he didn’t have to to know that Black was looking directly at him, a smirk on his stupid face as he leaned seductively against one wall of the elevator. What a fucking prick.

The doors of the elevator finally closed and it began its descent towards the ground floor. Only for less than a minute, though, before coming to a halt with a series of concerning mechanical sounds.

“What the fuck?” Remus tried pressing on the button again and when that didn’t make the elevator move, he just tried pressing every single button, still to no avail. “It’s stuck or something,” he muttered.

“Let me try,” Black said, pushing past him and beginning to press every button, just as Remus had just done.

He glared at Black. “That doesn’t work. Something must be wrong with the elevator. I’ll call someone who can fix it-”

Oh, nevermind. No cell phone service. Remus swore loudly.

Black just laughed. “Looks like we’re stuck here together, then,” he said.

No. No no no. This could not be happening. “Fuck,” Remus swore, leaning against the elevator’s wall and letting himself slide down onto the floor. Not only had he woken up late so he’d had to skip his morning coffee to leave in time, but now he was stuck in a elevator with his literal mortal enemy. If Black spoke to him, he was going to hit him with one of his crutches.

“So how’s your cat?” Black asked, sitting down at the opposite side of the elevator.

Fucking hell. Remus’ crutches were perched against the wall, just out of his reach. Another time, then.

“I’m not talking to you,” he replied.

Black sighed. “Suit yourself,” he said. “I just thought since we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, we may as well try to put our differences aside so we don’t go mad.”

“I’ll go mad if you say another word to me,” Remus said coldly.

He looked down at his own hands, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. It seemed that Black was actually leaving him alone, which should gladden Remus, but now the elevator was so… quiet. He looked up, only to find Black looking right at him, head tilted slightly to the side like a curious dog.

“Oi, stop staring at me, you creep!” Remus felt his cheeks heat up.

“I wasn’t staring at you!” Black said, putting his arms up in defence. “Believe it or not, Lupin, but you actually are slightly more interesting than these grey, empty walls.” He looked up, gaze wandering over said walls. “They should really put a painting or something up in here.”

Remus crossed his arms and looked away from Black. While he really didn’t want to give Black the satisfaction of being right, he knew that was the case: they would go mad if they had to sit in silence for who knew how long.

“My cat is doing good,” he said, finally answering Black’s question. “How’s Snuffles?” Snuffles was Black’s stupid dog, who had more than once ruined Remus’ pants by peeing on him.

Black had seemed excited to get an answer out of Remus, but quite suddenly, his expression changed to one Remus had never seen on him before… sadness, concern? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Snuffles is sick,” Black answered, looking down at his hands. “I took him to the vet a few days ago, but there’s nothing they can do... “

“Shit,” Remus said. “I’m sorry, that must be horrible.”

Black let out a shaky laugh, probably to not cry. “I’ve had him since i was 17,” he said. “Got him when I moved out, and the thought of him not being here is… yeah, it’s horrible.”

Remus couldn’t explain why Black’s sadness was so painful to watch. He wanted to hug him, to comfort him… but he’d want to do that to anyone, even if it was someone he hated. This had nothing to do with Black specifically.

“You moved out at 17?” he asked, half out of curiosity, half to kind of change the topic.

Black nodded. “Got kicked out at 16, lived with my friend and his parents for a year, but…” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience to them so I got a job and bought a tiny, shitty flat. I remember it was overrun by rats and cockroaches, and the water was always cold… This place is definitely an upgrade, even if my neighbor is a twat.”

Remus got the feeling Black had only insulted him to keep a bit of dignity, surprised at how much he’d shared with him.

“Why’d you get kicked out?” he asked, before realizing what a personal question that was. He hurried to add, “you don’t have to answer that.”

Black shrugged. “Technically, I ran away,” he said. “But you could say I was forced to…”

It didn’t seem like he was going to go into further detail about it, so Remus hurried to change the topic. “It’s weird we know so little about each other, isn’t it?” he asked. “Considering we’ve been neighbors for, what, 3 years?”

“To be fair-” Black said, looking at him with his piecing grey eyes. “You’ve never seemed very keen on getting to know me.”

Oh. Remus tried to stop himself, but before he could, the words just flew off his tongue: “I want to get to know you now.”

Black seemed taken aback by this. “Really?” he said. “I thought you hated me.”

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Remus mumbled. “I guess I just… I dunno, it’s been a weird day.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Black muttered.

Before either of them could say anything else, Black’s phone buzzed. His eyes lit up as he fished it out of his pocket. “Oh,” he said. “My friend is calling me. Finally I have a fucking signal.” He answered the call: “Hey, James. Yeah, I know I’m late. I’m kind of stuck in an elevator... Yeah, if you could help get a hold of the maintenance guy? I don’t have his number, no, but he’s usually around. How far are you from my place? Oh, excellent. Thanks, mate.”

He hung up and put down the phone. “Looks like we’re getting out of here!” he said. “My friend will be here in 5 minutes or so.”

Remus knew he was supposed to feel relieved. He would finally be free, and even without being too late for work but… For some reason the most prominent feeling was disappointment. It felt like a special bond had been formed between him and Black in the time they’d spent in the elevator and what if, once they got out and continued their normal lives, that would disappear? How could he tell Black that he didn’t want to go back to the way things had been?

“Uhm…”

“Yeah?” Black said.

Remus hesitated, heart beating just a little faster than usual. “It’s just, uhh… can you help me up?” He let out a nervous laugh, gesturing to his broken leg.

“Oh, of course.” Black got up and walked the few steps over to Remus, offering his hand to help him up.

Their hands touching sent a warm tingly feeling through Remus’ body, something he couldn’t quite explain. He let Black help him up and… oh.

Their faces were so close he could feel Black’s minty breath on his face and see every tiny detail of his eyes - from up close they had a beautiful blue tint that made them look softer, deeper…. Remus didn’t know who initiated it, but suddenly they were kissing.

He could feel the tension being released as he kissed Black, deeply, with passion. He hadn’t realized how much he had wanted this.

They were both startled as the elevator, with a clanking metallic sound, started moving again. Confused, they broke apart, staring from the elevator doors to each other. Black let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?” he asked.

Black nodded and looked like he was about to say something more but before he had the chance to, the elevator stopped again. For one nerve-racking moment, Remus thought the elevator had stopped working again but then the doors slid open and they were greeted by the maintenance guy and Black’s friend.

Black stepped out of the elevator to his friend, who grinned at him. “What dirty shenanigans did you two get up to while trapped in there together?” he asked Black, who laughed and shook his head.

“Oh, you don’t want to know,” he said in a teasing voice.

Remus grabbed his crutches and quickly exited the elevator before the doors closed again. He looked at his phone. One missed call from Lily, his friend and coworker. She was probably pissed off at being left alone on their shift. Remus only hoped she would forgive him when she found out why he was so late…

“Ready to go?” he heard Black’s friend ask.

“In a moment,” Black said. “There’s something I need to do. Just wait in the car?”

His friend nodded and walked to the stairs and Black turned to Remus. “Hey, uh,” he said to grab his attention.

“Yeah?” Remus said.

Black seemed careful to look anywhere but at him. “I know you hate me,” he said. “And I know that, er… it was just a kiss and it probably didn’t, y’know, mean anything, but…” He seemed nervous, unsure of himself, something Remus had never seen from him before.

“Well, I don’t know,” Black muttered. “This is stupid but do you think… would you want to get coffee sometime?”

Remus was taken aback by the question. “With you?” he asked.

Black bit his lip, carefully glancing at him. “I understand if you don’t want to,” he assured him. “We can just forget all of this ever happened and-”

“No,” Remus cut him off. “No, coffee sounds great.”

Black’s face lit up in a smile and Remus felt his heart miss a beat. “Great,” he said. “That’s, uh… That’s great.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, smiling as well. “Anyway, I really have to go. I’m late for work.”

Black quickly regained his composure. “Of course!” he said. “Yeah, I, uh… James is waiting for me, so I better go too.”

Remus nodded. As he watched Black turn around and leave, he couldn’t help but wish he’d said something more, like “I don’t think i hate you as much as I thought” or “To me, it wasn’t just a kiss”, but before he could gather the courage to do so, Black was already out of sight. There’s plenty of time, he told himself.

Perhaps he could tell him later, over a cup of coffee.

#guess who's back #well i never left but #i haven't written anything in uh #a while #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction #muggle au #enemies to lovers #fanifc #fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #marauders

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imaginejamesandsirius · 3 years

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A, The Bachelor AU please?

Sirius hated this show. He really, truly did. A whole bunch of desperate women who'd been told they were worthless for half their lives felt pressured into auditioning because they were the scandalous age of twenty-four and not yet married. And then there were the bloody men that signed on, looking forward to free dates and sex (in the later episodes) without having to do any of the legwork of actually finding dates.

That being said, Sirius wasn't so secure in his finances that he could afford to quit. As part of the crew, he had all his expenses paid for for the duration of the season, and a hefty check to go home with. If he thought that he could get work somewhere else, he would. He'd applied and been rejected more times than he could count, and the longer he worked on The Bachelor, the harder it was for non-reality shows to consider him. He'd only gotten onto this show because Remus had already been working on it. To be fair to Remus, he'd warned Sirius that it was horrible from the very beginning, but the bills had started piling up and being a waiter just wasn't cutting it.

While he was working, he kept his mind on the framing of the shot and not anything that was happening inside of it. It was only when the work was done for the day that he let himself complain, even in his head.

He was so used to ignoring all of the people that appeared in front of the camera that he almost tripped over his feet when he saw who the Bachelor this season was. Bloody gorgeous was the only phrase coming to mind, and he couldn't get his brain to work past that. All the past Bachelors that Sirius had met looked basically the same. White skin, light brown hair, vague five o'clock shadow, and a smile that looked like it had been purchased directly from a dentist's advert. They were never really skin or really buff, just somewhere in the middle, but not so much in the middle that they'd be considered out of shape; it was so much nothing that it drove Sirius up the bloody wall.

This guy though, he looked nothing like the others. He could've been plucked directly from Sirius's imagination. He reminded Sirius a lot of James, his boyfriend from secondary school. They'd broken up when James went back to India for uni, and he hadn't heard from him since.

Sirius cocked his head, then gaped. That was James. What the sodding hell was he doing here? "James?" he blurted.

James looked over when he heard his name, then grinned. It still made Sirius's heart stutter in his chest. "Sirius? Bugger, it's good to see you." He hugged him, and Sirius hugged him back automatically. He felt the same way in Sirius's arms as he remembered, even though they were both older.

"What the hell are you doing here? I didn't think this sort of show was your thing."

James's mouth twisted. "I lost a bet. In my defense, I never thought they'd actually accept me. Lily couldn't stop laughing when I got the news."

"You still talk to Lily?"

"Well, she ended up at the same uni as me, so it was easy. Plus she didn't speak any Hindi when she first got there, so she kind of needed someone to help translate." James gave a helpless shrug. "I tried to look you up, but you weren't talking to your parents anymore, so."

"Yeah." He hadn't wanted to be easy to find, but that was because of his family, not anything to do with long lost friends. He didn't feel like explaining that, but James probably knew it anyways. "So if you don't want to be here for the usual reasons, what are you planning on doing?"

James shrugged again, looking supremely uncomfortable. "I dunno. When it gets to the end, I guess I could just not give a rose to either of them and that would work, right?"

"Not sure," Sirius admitted. There was a formula to how the show was supposed to go, but they broke the rules every once in a while if they thought it made it more interesting. "They might have you fake it just to have a finale," he said, because they'd done shite like that before.

"Really? They'd do that?"

"It's a scripted show, mate."

"Great," James said flatly. "I'm really looking forward to this."

"Kinda sounds like you shouldn't have lost the bet."

"Shouldn't you be on my side?" James asked.

"How would that be funny?"

James snorted, then made a disgusted face when someone called his name. "See you later?" he asked hopefully, taking slow steps backwards so they knew he'd heard them.

"Definitely."

James grinned before leaving, and it lit up his entire face.

Sirius's heart ached for a moment. Good to know that he was still in love with James even though it had been years. Their break up had been sad, but inevitable. James had known where he was going to uni since before they'd even met (let alone started dating), and it would've been stupid for him to have changed his plans for Sirius. Even if he'd offered to stay, Sirius would've insisted that he go. Maybe, since James wasn't here for the relationship promised at the end of the show, Sirius could see if he was interested in getting back together.

"Was that James?" Remus asked, and Sirius jumped; he'd been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't heard him coming.

"Yeah," Sirius said.

Remus kindly did not mention that he'd surprised him. "Huh. I didn't know he was back in the country. I talked to Lily last week and she didn't mention it. What's he doing here? You back together?"

"Not yet," Sirius said automatically, then had to correct himself. "I mean, I have to ask him if he's still interested. He's not here for me."

"Then what's he doing here?"

"He's this season's bachelor. He lost a bet," Sirius said, preempting the next question.

"Fucking hell," Remus muttered. "This'll be interesting."

James showed up at Sirius's door-- Sirius didn't have to ask to know that Remus had told him which room he was in-- that night when shooting was done. "That was miserable."

"I'll only get worse," Sirius warned. "After they start pretending to actually like you, they get more catty."

"What makes you think they won't like me? I'm a damn catch."

Sirius snorted, shoving at his shoulder.

James caught his hand before he could pull away. Their eyes met. And held.

Mark that down as definitely still interested, Sirius thought to himself, somewhat giddily. Neither of them said anything, but sometimes they didn't need to. This was how it had all started for them at Hogwarts. They'd had to reassure each other after a while that yes they fancied each other and wanted to date, but that initial interest had been easy to spot-- and it was the same now as it had been then.

"I really missed you," James whispered.

"I missed you too. Kinda sucked not being able to talk to you."

"Yeah," James said with a crooked smile. He let go of Sirius's hand and turned to face him a little more fully. "Look, I know it's... been a while, and maybe you're dating someone else-"

"I'm not."

"Good to hear," James said, fondness seeping into his expression. "I know the timing's utter shite-- with the show and everything-- but I'd like to give us another try. I mean, we were good together. Really good."

"We were," Sirius agreed, smiling at him return. "How about this. We work on the show in the day, and at night, we just... do this. Talk. Catch up. If we're both still interested when filming's done, then we can talk about where we go from there."

"Should I start working on my talking points now or?"

Sirius snorted. He'd missed this.

As it turned out, the producers opted to let James choose neither of the finalists because they had enough footage to make up the drama elsewhere. James was unspeakably relieved about that, and if he was honest, Sirius was happy about it too; he knew that it wouldn't have meant anything if James had had to pretend to choose one of the contestants, but it was nice all the same.

Because James was an absolute sap, when he went to Sirius that night, he brought him a red rose. He even had a little smile on his face like he knew exactly how corny it was and loved it for that very reason. "Do you accept this rose?" James asked.

"You're so buggering stupid," Sirius said, the words not near enough to hide the blush on his face.

"That's not the line."

"I'm making it one," Sirius said. He snatched the rose from James and pulled him into a kiss.

#prongsfoot #marauders #sirius black #james potter #fanfic #filled #no magic au #post hogwarts #getting together #siriuslystarbucks #Anonymous

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flouncingwiz-sevsnape · 4 years

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Enough Energy pt 2

A/N: well here it is, part 2 to ‘Enough Energy’ I hope you like it! I wasn’t sure if people wanted smut because the original request didn’t mention it, so I didn’t include explicit content in this, but there are references.

I can work on another part with more smut if its wanted...

Also I am working on another request so stay tuned!

Part 1 here

Snape X Reader (order member)

Warnings: smuttish fluff

Just arriving at Grimmauld Place after a long night at the Ministry, you stumbled into the kitchen for a quick bite. You had been on the night shift of protecting the Department of Mysteries and you were absolutely exhausted. Dawn was just breaking and as you grabbed a roll from the counter you let out a huge yawn. The rest of the Order would probably begin to stir in a few hours, and yet, you were about to go to sleep. Washing down your brief meal with a swig of cold tea from a random cup on the counter, you stood up, brushing off your hands and heading towards the stairs. ‘I wonder if Sev is still here…’ you thought sleepily.

It had been a few weeks since your first encounter, and since then you two had been- well, you didn’t really know what to call it. I mean how can you put a label on an old teacher and student shagging but also having some level of feelings for each other? The whole situation confused you, but in times like these, you had to admit it was nice being able to have something easy. Besides the fact that you had to hide it from some of the Order members, it really wasn’t that complicated.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, you stumbled tiredly down the hallway and pushed into the guest room that you were inhabiting. Even after all the cleaning, it was still grey and a bit dreary. There were shelves in the corner holding a few random bits of clothing you’d brought with you last time. It was dark and you tripped on something. Swearing under your breath you kicked the dark, button up cloak out of your way, cursing Severus out. He needed to keep his stuff together. Stripping out of your traveling cloak and robes down to your lingerie, you flopped yourself onto the bed. There was a low, frustrated groan from your right side and Severus rolled over, eyes squinting and unfocused.

‘Morning, Sev,’ you smirked in spite of yourself and planted a quick kiss on his lips before slipping under the covers. He didn’t reply, but wrapped his arms around you and tugged you closer, breath hot against your neck. One hand rested on your hip while the other cradled your head. Gooseflesh began to rise where his fingers brushed the skin by your knickers. Warm and comfortable in his arms, you passed out almost instantly.

You woke up as you felt Severus roll out of bed. You yawned loudly, having only been asleep for a mere couple of hours, and his dark eyes darted in your direction. He was half dressed, black pants on and medieval style, button up top in his hands. Your eyes drifted appreciatively up and down his body and you smiled. His Dark Mark only made his broad chest and dark eyes more sexy. Severus took a few steps towards you and leaned in, one hand on either side of you, eyes glinting and a smirk on his lips. Pulling him to you, you planted a quick kiss on his sneer, before tugging him onto the bed with you. He lowered his body on top of you and tangled his hands into your hair, deepening the kiss, breathing hard. You felt him already start to harden against you and heard a low, throaty noise escape his lips. You kissed for a few minutes before Severus pulled back sharply, wincing.

‘What’s wrong, Sev?’ You sat up, worried.

His lips were pressed tight and his right hand was rubbing his left forearm. ‘Duty calls,’ he seethed, a look of frustration flashed across his face. Without another word he tugged his cloak on, grabbed his wand from the nightstand and stalked out of the room. You sighed and rolled over, falling back asleep instantly.

You woke up in the early evening; banging from below told you that dinner would be soo; banging from below told you that the Weasley twins were playing exploding snap. You stretched, rubbed your eyes and dragged yourself out of bed. Too lazy to get dressed at the moment, you tugged on your fuzzy, white bathrobe and a warm pair of knit socks. Snape wasn’t back yet and you didn’t want to go downstairs, so you grabbed a random book off the dusty shelf and turned back to the bed. You glanced down at the cover and scoffed; Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy would surely be a dull read, but you sat down and started reading anyways.

It was just after you finished perusing the family tree of the Abbott’s when Severus returned. He slammed into the room, eyes dark with exhaustion and shoulders slightly sagged. You watched him storm around the room, tossing his cloak over a chair and kicking off his shoes before deciding to speak.

‘Long day, Sev?’

He shot you a contemptuous look and scoffed, ‘that’s the understatement of a century.’

You shrugged his anger off, he had a right to be annoyed; risking his life everyday and avoiding Voldemort’s wrath was no small feat. Tossing your book aside, you stood up and walked over to him. He stood frozen, eyeing you wearily, a small frown on his lips. You slowly brushed some hair out of his face before giving him a quick kiss. Severus remained still for a moment, but brought his hands to your waist, eyes glittering darkly. Sliding your hands down to his chest, you began to unbutton his top, each coming undone with a satisfying pop. When you were done, you ran your hands across his bare chest before biting your lip and looking up at him.

‘I think you could use a shower.’

His expression hardened, a sneer formed on his lip, and a scoff escaped his lips. ‘You insolent lit-,’ he began, clearly offended, but you cut him off.

‘No. Severus,’ you gave him a meaningful look, ‘I think you need a shower.’ A look of understanding flashed across his face and he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Yes... indeed. I think that would be,’ his eyes danced as he paused, ‘prudent.’

There was one benefit of staying in a rich family’s house- the guest room had its own shower. You stepped away from Severus and spun towards the bathroom, stumbling over yourself as you peeled both socks off. You turned the shower on and soon the room was clouded with hot steam. Not waiting up for Snape, you hung up your robe on the door and took off your lace undergarments before stepping under the warm stream of water. You closed your eyes and felt it wash over you, a much welcomed experience after your long night at the Ministry. When you heard the door closed you turned and saw Severus enter, completely undressed now. Your breath caught in your throat. Even after seeing him naked so many times, the sight of him fully unclothed still gave you shivers. His dark, hungry eyes trailed up and down your body slowly; he tilted his head, raised an eyebrow and then stepped into the shower with you. Exhaling shakily, you felt his hands brush against you and you turned to face him, lips locking instantly. ‘Merlin’s beard, y/n…’ his deep voice trailed off as your lips crashed into his again, and bliss took over your whole body.

A short while later, you and Severus were lounging on the bed; he was leaning against the headboard and you were draped across him. You were leaning your head against his chest and had a leg thrown over him, meanwhile one of his arms was hugging you close, hand laid softly on your ass. He was reading The Daily Prophet, boredly while you were drumming your fingers on his stomach, watching. Every now and then he would glance down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. You knew his thoughts were drifting to your shower just as often as yours were. Snape was relaxed now, all the previous stress gone from his demeanor. A soft knock on your door and Mrs. Weasley’s voice calling dinner pulled you both from your reveries and you made your way down to the kitchen. Careful not to betray your situation to too many people, you settled down next to Tonks while Severus made his way around to the vacant spot next to Kingsley.

Just as you were all about to eat, however, Sirius crashed through the door and beckoned Kingsley over, whispering something hastily. Shacklebot’s face turned grim and he strode out of the kitchen and moments later the front door opened and closed. ‘Dumbledore wanted to talk to Kingsley. It was urgent,’ Sirius explained, taking Kingsley’s vacated seat. Severus dropped his fork on his plate, leaned back in his chair and slowly turned to face Sirius, a look of pure contempt on his face. You suppressed a laugh, watching the look of Snape’s face as he tried to ignore Sirius, who was purposely trying to provoke him. Tonks and you broke into conversation, she was very eager to discuss every detail of her and Remus’ relationship. You smiled and indulged her, expressing your interest as best as you could. Every now and then you caught Severus’ eye which was glittering expressively, despite the bored agitation expressed on the rest of his face.

Sirius had just asked Snape, very loudly, how he managed to handle the stress of being a Death Eater without any way of getting a release. Molly screeched angrily at him (‘THERE ARE CHILDREN AT THE TABLE SIRIUS!’), but Severus took no notice. You and he had just locked eyes briefly and you saw a sneer forming on his lips. Unable to stop yourself from blushing, you looked the other direction, trying to focus on what Tonks was saying, but you couldn’t help from hearing Severus’ response.

‘I have my ways…’ he deadpanned, a malicious glint in his dark eyes, gaze shifting briefly to you before lazily focusing on his forkful of steak and kidney pie. You felt your pulse quicken as an idea crossed your mind. Still engaged in conversation with Tonks, you slipped your foot out of your shoe and snaked your foot under the table until it came in contact with Severus’ leg. Initially taking it to be nothing but an accidental touch, Snape’s expression hardened when you raised your foot higher, gliding it towards his lap. It was a good thing this table was long and narrow, because you were able to reach under the table easily without attracting any attention.

A few moments later you were subtly rubbing him with your foot, he was already hard. Severus shifted in his seat and let out a low groan, which he quickly covered up by pretending to choke on a bit of his food. Meanwhile, his eyes were darkening by the second, tension rolling off of him in wakes, lips pressed angrily together. You knew he was livid at you, but he couldn’t do anything about it… yet. Snape remained as composed as he could, but you knew that as soon as he could, he would be sure to teach you a lesson. Suddenly, you withdrew your foot and stood up, eyes trained on Severus, who couldn’t help but express his shock. You cleared your throat, apologising to everyone, but shooting Snape a sensual smirk. ‘I think I’m going to turn in a little early tonight, the night shift is still messing with me.’ You turned to face Mrs. Weasley, ‘Molly, thanks for dinner.’ She smiled and you bade everyone farewell, certain that Severus’ hungry eyes were watching you like a hawk.

When everyone else had finished dinner and turned in for the night, Severus stalked into your room, still apparently half-hard. He had a dangerous glint in his eyes and you bit your lip expectantly. Without any hesitation he locked the door, waved his wand and muttered ‘Muffliato’ and turned to you. You shot him a smirk, he only glared back, a hungry glint still in his eyes. ‘Y/n. Undress,’ he began to unbutton his cloak, ‘now.’

‘Sev-’ you began, but he cut you off with a look. Your stomach somersaulting with anticipation, you did as you were told. Once you were naked you turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

‘So you told Sirius you had your ways to get a release,’ your eyes locked and you took a step closer to him, ‘show me.’

And with that your lips were crushed against his, and you began another sleepless night…

#severus snape #snape #snape smut #snapedom #snape fluff #Pro Snape #no sn8 #severus x reader #snape x reader #hp fanfic #snape fanfiction #snape fandom #snape imagine #severus snape fanfiction

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vaindumbass · 4 years

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You’re welcome

((fic written for @girlwithacrown ‘s pride month prompt for week three: family. Hope you enjoy! This is a standalone, but it’s in the same universe as this))

James practically kicks open the door. Sirius thinks he’s overreacting, really, because obviously Sirius is doing fine, and he had just found a comfortable position on the lumpy bed he was laying on.

The lumpy, smelly, disgusting bed he was laying on.

Maybe he was not doing fine.

“Do you have any idea how hard you were to track down?” James seems angry, maybe a little bit hurt. Sirius tries to not let it bother him.

“Can’t be very hard if you found me.”

James doesn’t even react to the insult, but looks around at the mouldy room where Sirius was staying instead. He gingerly pokes at the green stain at the wall. “I can’t believe you managed to snatch Remus with these standards.”

“It doesn’t really depend on my standards, does it? I simply can’t afford anything better.”

James looks up at that, “Not? But you had a pretty big amount stashed away, last time I saw.”

“Yes, but I need to stay here for two summers, at least, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to get a job.” Last time Sirius had tried, he had absolutely ruined the.. toaster? He wasn’t sure about the name, actually, but it was something. (In his defense, the thing had fired bread at him. What was he supposed to do, not beat it to bits?)

“Two summers? Is our house really that bad an option?”

Sirius splutters “Your house? I wasn’t even aware that was an option?”

“Of course it is! Not to rain on your parade or anything, but-” James peels a large piece of the wallpaper away. Weirdly enough it seems to improve the room, if anything, “I daresay our house is even the best option.”

“I-” Sirius starts, closes his mouth, starts again, “Your house? Where your parents live? That house?”

James looks at him like he’s being weird, but James is absolutely the one being weird here, right? You don’t just ask people to live with you, right?

“What other house? Yes, of course in the house where my parents live. I have the feeling they like you better than me anyway, so they won’t mind, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

It’s what Sirius is worried about but there are a lot of other things to be worried about too, but James has that determined glint in his eyes that means that he’s not going to listen to all those things.

Sirius gives in. He can always run away when it turns out he’s actually not welcome, or when he’s being too annoying. He has already done it once. “Fine.”

“Great! Nice timing, by the way, because this portkey will start working any moment now.”

Sirius just shakes his head at how sure James was that he’d convince him in time, and touches the old and shabby bag. (It reminds him of Remus. He had a bag like that before they’d gotten him a new one for his birthday, with his initials ingraved and all.)

He stumbles at the arrival, something his mom used to disapprove of, but James stumbles even more, so it’s fine.

Aa soon as they walk through the door, Euphemia’s voice greets them from the living room: “James, is that you? Did you manage to find Sirius?”

James, while taking of his shoes and gesturing at Sirius to do the same, yells back: “Yes, I told you I could find him!”

“That you did, dear.” They’re in the living room, now, and finally Sirius can see the gentle face that comes with the equally gentle voice.

Euphemia smiles at him, “Good to see you again. Is that all your baggage?” She pointed at the two bags in his hands.

Only as long as we don’t count the emotional baggage. He doesn’t say that out loud, though, just raises a hand to awkwardly rub at his neck and says, “Yeah?”

She tuts, “We’ll have to go shopping then, this really won’t be enough if you’ll be living here.”

Sirius doesn’t respond to that, because his mind is a bit occupied with the fact that he’ll be living here.

James had said something like that, too, but James says a lot of things and Sirius hadn’t really believed him, because who would want to live with him?

And as if that wasn’t enough, Fleamont chooses that moment to walk in from the kitchen, say: “So you did manage to find him after all.” and then he turns to look at Sirius, and it is undoubtedly Sirius he’s talking to when he says: “How’re you doing, son?”

Sirius is not equipped to deal with that. Also, the realization of what, exactly, James and Euphemia and Fleamont are offering decides to hit him in right that moment, which is, frankly, kind of a dick move.

While he’s just standing there, James hugs him, and then Euphemia and Fleamont too, and Sirius just grips them all tight, doesn’t want to let go, and says: “Thank you.”

#okay look at the last words of this fic #now look at the title #im a genius damn #nah kidding but im kinda proud of that one #im feeling kinda bad that i missed last week's prompt #but what can you do #wolfstar #james potter #sirius black #james potter&sirius black #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #fanfiction #drabble #my writing #mywriting

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bellasprezzaturaa · 4 years

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summer before seventh (i’m so glad it’s you)

They run into each other at Diagon Alley.

When she spots the four of them she runs over and hugs Remus quickly. ‘Please tell me it’s you!’ She asks him, desperately.

‘Sorry to disappoint you, Lily. But I’m not the Head Boy. I’m glad of it, too. Not sure I would’ve enjoyed all that extra responsibility.’ He pretends to be revolted by the idea. Beside him, Peter shivers at the thought before they both laugh. Sirius gives an overdramatic wink at James, who throws his head back and groans. This goes unnoticed by Lily, who is mildly panicking.

‘So, it’s not you. But you know who it is don’t you?’

‘Yes, I do. But I can’t tell you. Sorry about that, Lily.’

‘Evans, its a surprise! Don’t worry though, it’ll be a brilliant one.’ Sirius tries to reassure her but it does not work.

‘Oh no.’ Lily starts fanning herself and is proper hyperventilating. Peter looks on, his eyes widening with worry. ‘Uh... what’s happening?’

‘She thinks she might know who it is and she’s very upset about it.’ Marlene says to the boys. She looks thoroughly unimpressed by the conversation. Mary is trying to force Lily to take deep breaths. Dorcas has wandered off to the lolly shop next door.

‘If it’s who I think it is... Oh, I’m going to throw up.’

‘This does not bode well, Prongs.’ Sirius whispers. James is white-faced. Remus is perplexed. ‘Hold on a minute, there,’ he says. ‘Who do you think it is?’

‘Well, I asked around didn’t I? I owled Davey Gudgeon and he said none of the Hufflepuffs got it. And then I also spoke to Benjy Fenwick and Bertram Aubrey and it’s neither of them but they also reckon none of the other Ravenclaws got it. And so there aren’t many other options, are there? And plus, this lot know who it is but they won’t tell me! Which means it’s bad, right?’

‘Lily, it’ll be fine,’ Mary says. ‘I don’t think the Headmaster will have chosen one of the Slytherins. And there’s no way it could be Snape, with everything that he’s done...’

‘But who else could it possibly be, Mary? There’s no one else left!’ Lily is close to tears. She does not want it to be Snape. She hates him for everything that he has done. She would happily live the rest of her life never having to see him again.

‘Oh, she’s freaking out.’

‘We should tell her.’

‘Yeah, this was a bad idea.’

‘It’s me,’ says James, suddenly. She looks up instantly, as soon as the words have left his mouth. ‘It’s me,’ he repeats. There is a moment of disbelief before she softly says, ‘Really?’

He brings the Head Boy badge out of his pocket to show her.

‘Sorry, Evans. We didn’t mean to worry you.’

‘Yeah we just thought it’d be a fun surprise.’

Lily lets out a relieved sigh, her whole body shifts. She all but throws herself at James, jumping in the air and hugging him around his neck. The force of her flying into his arms catches him off guard and he staggers back a step or two. He catches her around the middle as she holds him tightly. Her feet pop into the air as she completely leans into his embrace. This is the first time that she has ever initiated contact with him.

James is elated as he holds her close. His heart is leaping out of his chest, he has never before been this close to her, he has never before held her like this. But it is just a hug. It lasts for, all in all, about a minute. But it is quite unlike any hug he has ever received in his life.

‘I’m so glad it’s you,’ she whispers before releasing him. He puts her back on the ground. He lets his arms go from her right away which gives her the option to step back from him. But she does not. She stands there, still very near to him. She is smiling brightly with what looks like relief, but there may also be something else there too.

‘See! I told you there was nothing to worry about! It’s just James.’

‘Oi wait up, Marlene. What do you mean just James?’

#hp #jily #marauders #mywriting #idek what this is #i just couldn't get it out of my head so here you go

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HARRY POTTER: REVISITED chapter 3

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13730786/1/Harry-Potter-Revisited

CHAPTER 2

1ST SEP, 1991

"Harry , c'mon you're going to be late!" , lily shouted from the gate . It was the day her eldest son was going to Hogwarts for the first time! And it seems like he left the packing for the last minute, "like father, like son!" , she muttered under her breath. She was about to go herself and drag them out but she saw the 3 of them coming down the stairs. Harry was visibly beaming , James looked like a proud father and Noah looked like he did not want to be there. He was quite upset that his brother would be gone for most of the year and he had to wait 2 more years to join him at Hogwarts.

When the reached the king cross station, they immediately found Sirius, Remus and Peter at the gate. " I can't believe my teeny tiny godson is going to Hogwarts! You're going to make the Marauder's legacy proud, aren't you kiddo!" Lily was about to tell him off and to stop trying to make his get into trouble when they saw the Weaslys coming over to them ! In last few years the two family became much closer, their children almost did everything together , specially Harry with Ron and Noah with Ginny. Not that they didn't join each other or other Weasly brothers, but Harry and Noah preferred Ron and Ginny respectively.

Harry waved and Ron immediately came over , followed by the still tiny Ginny who seemed as upset as Noah . She totally ignored harry and went straight to her best friend Noah to hug him, "At least we've got each other , aren't we NoNo!" , she mumbled in the younger boy's shoulder! Even though she was a year elder than him , she was still shorter. Harry was relieved to see his brother smile for the first time that day, he was afraid his little would be terribly lonely , but he doubted Ginny would let that happen, after all those two were joined at the hips all the time, even when he was there. Ginny got over her shyness around harry long ago, they were even friends , just not as close as he was with Ron or she was with Noah.

The boys said their goodbyes to the family and their siblings. Ginny was crying and Noah was looking like he was trying so hard not to , lily was almost same, while James looked like he was proud and depressed at the same time , Sirius wasn't much better , Remus and Peter both looked sad too but bid harry goodbye with proud smile. Ron , Fred and George went with Harry to find a compartment.

"So ickle Ronnikins and HarHar , finally your turn to join us eh! But let us warn you , we aren't going to go easy on you just because you're family! Be ready to face our wrath!", said George , while Fred was nodded. Harry smirked at this , " are you guys forgetting who am I, marauders taught me some tricks too you know!" Fred and George looked intrigued at this, in last few years it was like a tradition in weasly-Potter household to have prank wars, and the kids were quite competitive in those , twins and Harry-Ron won almost same times , but both lost to Ginny-Noah, mainly because Ginny . Even though their group was youngest , and they looked most innocent , ginny with her teeny tiny form and doe eyes managed to get away with almost everything, and their mothers ignored their youngest children's not so innocent acts most of the time. But the twins held the superior place as prankers in the family mainly because they had the most innovative ideas and they were almost afraid of nothing !

After Fred and George left Harry and Ron settled down in the compartment . " should we look for Neville ?", Ron asked after a moment, they both met Neville few years back, when their families were invited to a ministry event , even though they weren't as close with him as with each other , they were pretty good friends and knew each other fairly well. But they didn't need to , they soon found him entering the compartment followed by a girl with dark skin and bushy hair , who looked curious. "hey you , I was looking for you two! And have you seen Trevor ? I kind of lost him while boarding into the train", said Neville. "Nah , Nev, we haven't seen Trevor, but why don't we ask Percy to summon him ?", said Ron. "yeah I'll go find him, you guys did save me a seat right ?", asked Neville, and then said again, " Oh! And this is Hermione , I met her at the station , she's a first year too , and she's a muggle born, so may be you guys keep her company", and left to find Percy.

"hi, I am harry potter ", harry extended his hand to shake, but the girl looked quite stunned to hear his name. "Are you really? I have read about you!" , she looked excited at the prospect of meeting someone who's been mentioned in a book. Both harry and Ron looked annoyed at this , both were fairly familiar with Harry's fangirls who seemed to be fawning over him whenever they were in Diagon Alley, but they didn't want one in Hogwarts, and definitely one who looked like a know it all. But she introduced herself before they could say anything else, as Hermione Granger and the asked Ron , " and you are ?" . "Ron , Ron Weasly", Ron replied. They were further saved from the conversation by Neville who entered the compartment with a toad in his hands, he kept it beside Hedwig's cage, who was Harry's snowy owl, a gift from Sirius , Remus and Peter along with a bicycle.

Neville also asked Hermione to sit with them , so Harry and Ron couldn't really say anything. They heard the engine whistle , harry looked out of the window to get a glance at his family for the last time in months, but he saw ginny waving enthusiastically while tears were running through her cheeks. She really was tiny, wondered Harry , as the train left, and he couldn't see her anymore.

He and Neville brought candies and chocolate frogs from the trolley few hours later while Ron opened the pack of sandwiches Molly packed for him. Money was still a issue for weaslys , harry knew , he also knew Ron could get tad bit sentimental when someone ever showed pity . so he offered to exchange chocolates for sandwiches , Neville offered some to Hermione as well. It wasn't much later a blond boy along with two large boys trailing behind him. "I heard , Harry Potter is in this compartment! It wasn't false after all! I am Malfoy , Draco Malfoy.", the boy introduced himself in a snobbish tone. He took one look at the rest of the people at that compartment and sneered, "Potter, some families are simply better than others in Wizarding World, trust me you do not want to associate with the others . Red hair , hand me down clothes, you must be a weasly!", he said the last part with a hint of disgust in his voice. Harry already knew about the arrogance of Malfoys , for Narcissa Malfoy was Sirius's cousin. He saw Ron's ear became red and Neville was holding his wand in his hand, he stood up, and said , " you are forgetting Malfoy, I am quite familiar with the traditions of wizarding world, my godfather is in after all in wizengamot. And I can very well choose whom to associate with and whom to avoid, thank you very much. Now are you going to leave this compartment on your own, or I'm going to have to hex you?" , Harry said calmly. Draco sneered at him and the looked at Hermione and said, " looks like you already chose the wrong ones, a mudblood!". Before he could leave he was punched in the face. Harry also was about to hex when he saw Ron punching him, "leave Malfoy now!", the three boys left then. Hermione looked timid at the scenario , when harry asked her if she was okay she could only nod, she might be a muggleborn , but she was well aware of the meaning of "mudblood", and not for the first time wondered how the life in Hogwarts will really be!

"you know not everyone is like that in wizarding world, my mother is a muggleborn , and trust me when I say this she can beat any of those pureblood snobs' arses anytime she wants" , harry said seeing the troubled look on her face . " And Malfoy is a git anyways !", Ron added. Hermione felt overwhelmed seeing the two boys comforting her after standing up for her , she got the feeling that they didn't like her much initially but they still did that, she made a mental note to make better efforts to be their friends.

It wasn't until much later the train reached hogsmeads , the 4 of them were standing together when they saw Hagrid . Harry and Ron already was familiar with the giant man , they both waved at him and ra towards him, hemione and Neville followed. "Firs' yers , firs' yers!", Hagrid yelled , and then looked at Harry and Ron , "hiya 'arry , Ron, ow're ye?" . "we're fantastic , or we'll be , finally at Hogwarts can you believe it!", Ron answered a little too enthusiastically . "yeah I can't wait to see which house I'll be in", Neville remarked. Both Ron and Harry glanced at each other at this and shared a grin, they were both hoping to get sorted into Gryffindor , they had been planning this for years , and why wouldn't they , after all their whole family were Gryffindors.

It was simply heavnly , Harry thought as they were riding the boats , the view and the lake and the castle , it all looked like dream. He heard stories about the beauty of Hogwarts , but experiencing it first handed is better than anything. The inside of the castle was even better, he thought , the ceiling looked like it had nothing but open sky. He faintly heard from beside Hermione explaining somethings she read about the ceilings in Hogwarts A History , and Ron muttered to him , "mental! That one I'm telling you!".

They reached a staircase where an older , stern looking lady with pointed glasses was standing , probably waiting for the first year students , he recognized her as Professor McGonigal , whom he heard a lot of stories about from his father and uncles.

The great hall was larger than he comprehended , it was also immensely beautiful. It wasn't much later when Professor Dumbledor welcomed everyone to the welcoming feast, and the sorting started .

It was a hat , it was called sorting hat , Harry and Ron watched as the students got sorted almost immediately after the hat was on their heads. "GRANGER HERMIONE" , called McGonigal soon enough , Hermione looked nervous but put a brave face anyway. It took almost 20 second for the hat to shout , "Gryffindor!", which was a little bit longer than other students before them. They watched as Draco Malfoy and his two minions who were called Crabbe and Goyle got sorted into Slytherin along with Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini who were later joined by Daphne Greenrass and Pansy Parkinson , Harry recognized most of them as the conceited pureblood families' children , which they were . It was almost end when the hat called Neville and Ron , both were immediately sorted into Gryffindor . Harry was the only one left after that , as soon as he was called he let a sigh , he was almost starting get freaked out as he wasn't being called .

"Harry Potter ! finally I was waiting for you ! ah! I see you can do good in almost any house eh, may be not Hufflepuff !", Harry was startled to realize that the hat was actually talking to him ,but he guessed it was normal, after all it was magical, "may be Slytherin eh !", he heard again , and panicked hearing that , " NO ! NOT SLYTHERIN! Any house but Slytherin,", he didn't even realize he was pleading mentally , he heard the hat sigh and the shout , "GRYFFINDOR!"

so I know it's pretty basic yet , but I've ideas :) just be patient .

please review , like and share if you like anf want me to continue the story. :)

#harry james potter #Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #hinny #Harry and Ginny #James Potter #Lily Potter #jily #jily lives #romione #Hermione Granger

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peanut-the-goalie · 3 years

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@heyitssmiller newchapternewchapternewchapter

Black, you’re going to make us late

said like an old married couple

“Alright, alright. Coming. Here.” He handed Remus the cup of tea after he’d locked up the apartment and waited for him to take a sip expectantly, all eager gray eyes and puppy-like enthusiasm. Remus let that smile he was holding back slip through the cracks as he brought the cup to his lips. He took a sip, keeping his face carefully neutral.

this section like this paragraph and the next 2 - 3. THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOUR WRITING, I CAN’T NOT READ WITHOUT GRINNING

“Hmm?” He demanded, causing Remus to laugh. “What does hmm mean?”

“It means your tea is shit but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

not me making heart eyes at the screen nope

“Please don’t drink anymore of this, holy shit.” Sirius took the lid off and dumped the contents into a nearby trashcan as they walked quickly in order to escape the bitterly cold morning.

I would advise not to dump liquids into the trash can, but we don't wanna kill the plants do we?

“That’s pretty hard to do when it’s a hot liquid. I’m kind of impressed.”

I want to attempt this now. I want Remus Lupin to be proud of me pls

“Well, I didn’t get my morning tea.” Remus replied, holding the door open for Sirius

sassy remus snarky remus my favourite remus

They hadn’t even shrugged off their coats before Logan was approaching them, a stiff expression on his face.

“We need to talk.”

nonono what what? hnnn are we making leo suffer through this whole story or smth?

Logan didn’t even answer, he just started walking

quiet Logan is the most concerning logan

“I’m requesting a transfer.”

Remus blinked, surprised at the suddenness of the statement. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Is this about that kiss you planted on O’Hara?” Sirius asked with a teasing grin. Logan’s expression shifted from blank to pained in half a second

1) Lo Lo Lo baby noooo

2) frick off sirius

Logan squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled sharply through nose. He seemed more worried about leaving his partners exposed than his transfer being denied. A thought made its way to the forefront of Remus’ mind, making him consider a different angle to why Logan was so upset.

ever loving protective lo

The Snakes were proven to be brutal and merciless and not afraid to start fights. Or finish them. Logan’s partners had never experienced something like that, and there was no way they’d be prepared if one of their missions went south.

what the fuck miller. crY

Leo laughed softly. “Alright there, Finn?” He blinked. “What year is it?”

I love finn

Logan couldn’t help but think he was beautiful even without a lot of rest. His hair was all disheveled, eyes big and sleepy, and voice all low and rough. It would take a hell of a lot to make Finn O’Hara not beautiful.

pining

But first: sleep.

yes sleep first always (i say as im planning on staying but for...more hours ew math)

Make my wish come true, baby all I want for Christmas is you!

Even the Christmas music was mocking him now. That was just perfect. Now if they added the word two to the end of that lyric, it would be spot-on.

mean music

A dark, cold room with only two beds, Logan noticed after he switched on the light.

ohmygodtherewasonlyonetwobeds

I’m just thinking about the unlucky one who has to sleep alone :(

How had this become his life?

The universe loves you, deal with it

“How are my sleeves still too short?”

SLEEVES ARE TALL PEOPLE WORST ENEMIES ack

ALSO LOGAN I JUST.. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

“Fight me.” Logan said heatedly, turning to glare at Finn. He stopped short and his gaze turned soft as he watched the redhead adjusting his tie in the mirror, all gorgeous lines and focused face. His tongue stuck out slightly as he tightened the knot of his tie and tried to straighten it.

It was still crooked.

SAY IT WITH ME, PIN-ING

“Your tie’s still crooked.” He said, reaching up to tug at the article of clothing.

Idk whether to yell or say awwwwwwwwwwwww

since the last op.

i’ve just realized op meant operation smh

But Finn was a conman. He literally fooled people for a living. Who was to say that Logan wasn’t just the next mark on a long list?

finn if you fuck with their emotions istg—

Finn sucked in a quick breath beside him. “Oh, Nutty, no.”

this made me smiLE

Finn closed the distance between him and Leo and reached up to ruffle his hair. Leo attempted to swat his hand away with an offended noise. “Harzy, do you know how long it took me to get my hair to look like that?”

Finn: I just wanted to touch his hair okay?

“She taught me how to dance by having me stand on her feet, so I actually learned how to follow before I learned to lead.”

im love. im love im love im love

Finn just pulled him closer, tilting his head up slightly to look at those soft eyes. “Try me, Knut.”

rgjhrflkuhko;iyh

Singing off-key was something Finn never thought he would find endearing, but – well. This was Leo Knut. Pretty much everything he did was endearing

miller aaaaah

Logan moved his gaze away to look at Leo, who was dancing with Regulus. They were pressed closely together, talking quietly. Leo looked completely in his element, which surprised Logan just a little. The normal, jittery movements of a pickpocket were replaced with the graceful, assured motions of a practiced dancer. He made it look as easy as breathing.

wait aw reggie and leo dancing because yayay canon friends change my mind

“Nice grab. I almost didn’t catch it.”

no. damn it reg

“Don’t play dumb. Just give it back and tell me who you’re working for. I promise I won’t kill you, but – well. I’m a Snake, and I do have a reputation to withhold.”

REGULUS, NO

Regulus froze, shoulders tensing. After a long stretch of silence he whispered, voice pained, “He’s alive?”

Remus looked over at the man in question as they listened in and watched his face absolutely crumble. “Reg.”

SAIJFDKHSD;F

June was great – nice, beautiful, whip-smart, and way too good to be messing around with people like the Snakes.

june june june june

A tall, broad man with cold eyes and a feral smile looked back at them

Grayback, it’s grayback isn’t it? fuck you

Sirius wasn’t even listening in anymore as sat next to Remus, forcefully prying Remus’ hand away from where it was gripping his shoulder too tightly and lacing their fingers together while Remus struggled to breathe.

I hate Grayback

Who knew a hug could be so complicated?

I mean they are though. I had my personal space so violated yesterday because my friends kept hugging me and they know I hate hugs unless i initiate them like a weirdo and i didn’t know what to dooo

“Finn, did you just say y’all?” Logan couldn’t see him, but he could hear the delighted smile in Leo’s voice.

Miller is rubbing us on all of us and i love it

The night only got worse when he looked over to the newcomer to face eerie, yellow eyes.

he remind me of a basilisk. Didn’t I name him tinkerbell? Im never going to see tinkerbell normally again, scary lil fairy

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celtics534 · 4 years

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Those Nights

Chapter 5 of Covert Love a few days early. I hope everyone is staying safe and enjoy this chapter, my friends!