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youcantbesirius · 3 years

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WHEN WE WERE YOUNG | S. B.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader, platonic Regulus Black x reader

Warnings: swearing, plot changes, character death

Y/h - your house

Sirius watched the y/h halfblood witch sit on the table in the courtyard taking a crispy stick from her Hufflepuff friend putting it in between her lips imitating smoking. And as she let the puff of imaginary smoke go a smile broke on her lips as her shoulders shook likely. Her laugh was one of the most contagious things ever. The way you wheezed in bits of your laughter made even the coldest person crack up.

As your eyes met his, his world seemed to stop. He was loosening his tie seemingly short for breath. You, on the other hand, hopped off graciously and hopped over to the young Gryffindor wrapping your arms around him.

"Sirius! Long time no see" you chuckled as you swayed him from side to side.

"Hi..." he chuckled resting his chin on top of your head.

It was quite funny how the noble heir of the Black family was with the halfblood witch. Yet, it made perfect sense. Your mother was a nanny for the Black brothers. And you were simply there, helping her make some money after she was cast out of the pureblood community for being with a muggle.

Walburga and Orion were hard people. But they paid no attention as long as you were doing what you were told. (Depending on your house) They were, however, very pleased that Slytherin got such a talent. And then your mom found better job at the ministry and your time with the Blacks was over. Regulus and Sirius were your best friends and not being able to see them much was painful.

"I haven't seen you much since the sorting ceremony..." you stated in concern. You knew better than anyone what it must be like for him.

"Yes...I, you know how my parents are" Sirius's hands found yours. Both of you, touch starved kids found solace in your hand holding.

"To the dogs with them as my mum would say" you scoffed looking deep into his eyes "you know I am always there for you, both my mum and I are" and he nodded at your statement smiling softly.

As a friendly, defying in spite attitude, you showed that your attitude was very different than the most. You didn't have to be talented at divination to forsee what type of person would you become.

And the years went by, you were still very much the same, if not even harder. Many things happened, you matured quickly and with it stress came. Sirius and you drifted apart a bit. You were a bad girl of your own and he was a bad boy of his own. The only person who truly knew you inside out other than him was Regulus Black, your guardian angel.

"Lay off the alcohol, y/n/n" Regulus took the bottle from your hands handing it to your Hufflepuff best friend to take.

"I need to let loose, Reg, I need to..." you were leaning your forehead against his chest struggling to stand.

"I know..." he looked around catching the sight of his womanizer brother. Sirius's face, even though tipsy, held so much concern.

In a few quick steps he approached them, ditching his previous conquest. His hand landed on the small of your back as he turned to his brother.

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked down at his friend who was struggling.

"Her mother was hurt, bad this time" Regulus whispered.

"Shit..." Sirius closed his eyes.

"Well, that is the wonder of being an auror, never home, never there but it brings money and might leave your kid an orphan" you spoke bitterly.

And for that reason Sirius decided the Potters were better choice. They had money and he would only burden your mom, not to mention his parents would kill you both if you were to take him in.

"Fucking hell..." Sirius moved the hair away from your face that was still resting on Regulus.

"Let's take her to her dorm" he said to Regulus.

Next morning was probably the worst. Your head seemed like it was about to explode. You shifted on your bed only to meet the eyes of your amused dorm mate.

"I could not believe it when Black brothers brought you up. Like I wasn't so surprised seeing Regulus, but Sirius too. Damn baddie" she chuckled as you silently rubbed your face.

Hogsmeade day, you thought. You cleaned yourself up, ditching your uniform and grabbed your leather jacket. Your rock style was very much refreshing to the school. Tight grey jeans, chain, baggy tucked in t shirt with some random band you loved and of course your black leather jacket. You did your makeup to hide the evidence of last night and decided it was time. So upon arriving you sat on the table in Hogsmeade park, your feet resting on the bench, a cigarette in between your lips to so desperately calm yourself.

Once cheerful, now surrounded by darkness of your aura, still touch starved in desperate need of love. You thought about your life. Of the goals you wanted to reach.

"Pads, I don't think it is a good idea" you could hear panicked Remus.

"Yeah, what if she throws hex at us" the squealing voice didn't help your migraine.

"I know her, Wormtail. She wouldn't" you heard Sirius's annoyed voice.

"Come on guys, what is the worst that could happen" James Potter said.

"Well, I am not sure if this is upgrade from when we were young or a downgrade. Your looks are definitely upgrade" Sirius smiled causing you to raise a brow.

"Are you flirting with me, dear Sirius?" You spoke even though cigarette was still between your lips, shuffling through your pockets to find that bloody lighter.

But Sirius beat you to it, lighting it for you.

"Thanks" you took a puff and looked at the group.

"We need your help" Sirius spoke taking your free hand in his. And just like when you two were young, you felt calmer, but there was something new. Adrenaline rush surged through your body.

"With what?" You took the cigarette out of your mouth looking at the rest of them, your eyes only meeting James's who quickly dropped the eye contact.

It happened with most of the boys. The only two that were able to maintain it, Black brothers.

"W-we heard you are outstanding with nonverbal magic and we need you to help us" Peter, you assumed, spoke but quickly hid behind Sirius as you looked at him.

"Peter, I don't shoot laser nor hexes out of my eyes, I won't hurt you" you stated annoyed.

"I suppose it has something to do with your problem, Rem" you looked at the boy who looked up at you in shock.

"How do you know?" He asked nearing closer to you.

"Animagus, mum thought it would be safer for me. Accidentally saw you guys on my run" you shrugged.

"Did you speak to anyone about it?" James asked.

"Do I look dumb to you? Of course not, your secret is safe with me, Rem" you looked at him and he met your look.

"Thank you so much" he smiled.

"What is your animagus?" Sirius asked "I am hurt you did not tell me"

"You weren't talking that much to me, lover boy. To answer your question it is (your patronus animal or your favorite animal)"

"Nice" James smiled.

As you were about to light another cigarette a hand quickly pulled it out of your mouth and you faced annoyed Regulus.

"No more for today" he scolded earning a laugh from his brother.

"Do we have a deal, (nickname used for your animagus form)?" He asked you as the boys began to leave.

"Mhm, meet me in the library after lunch" you winked at him and for a second you could swear you saw Sirius Black blush.

It was the last year. You and Reg drifted this time, due to his affiliation. Not that you did care about that, bit his excuse was "I am doing this to keep you safe, damn it!"

It was a painful goodbye that still tasted salty. The news of his death brought you more pain that anything ever did. But his heroic act was what brought Voldemort to be defeated and not be a threat ever again. As a part of the Order, your new friends, the Marauders and Lily and well Snape, it was funny how you two became friends. You sat both him and Lily down, locked them in a room, much to James's dismay until they sorted it out. You were in 12 Grimmauld place preparing to leave.

"Stay..." Sirius took your hands "Please..." he looked down at you, at your softly lips.

"Okay..." you whispered looking up at him licking your lips a bit.

"Can I-?" He gulped earning your quick nod.

"Yeah?" And it was the best kiss you ever had in your life, with your childhood friend, crush and the only man besides Reg, that you felt peace.

"Took you two long enough" is all you could hear Kreacher mutter.

Kreacher and you were close. Not only because of Regulus, but you would not let him overdo himself and would send him to rest.

You chuckled at the remark looking up at Sirius.

"Glad to have your blessing, Kreacher" he smiled at the muttering house elf who went to his chamber.

"Now that we are alone..." Sirius smiled leaning back in to give you a long kiss.

"You are insatiable, Sirius" you giggled.

"Don't pretend you don't like it " he cornered you against the table lifting you up on it.

Your love was very affectionate, full of touching, almost like you were attached to a hip. That is why ever since you were younger you were comfort for each other, you were safe haven, you were made for each other.

And after years, there you stood with him watching your children run around with your godson Harry, laughing at James who ran after them trying to get them inside to eat. You looked at Lily who was shaking her head.

"Remus and Severus will be here soon" she notified.

"Good. Haven't seen my touch starved, sarcastic friend in a while" you gave Lily a look making her chuckle.

"Hugs for Severus and chocolate for Remus it is then"

You got old together, had many memories you decided to store. The funniest being you becoming grandparents. Sirius broke into a fit of sobs seeing his first grandchild.

"See dad, now you represent your initals S.O.B." your son Regulus teased.

"Shut up" Sirius hiccup looking at the little princess of the Black family.

"Maybe her dad won't be as protective as her grandfather will be" your daughter Arabella laughed.

"Oh no boys until 20!" Sirius hugged you as you laughed at him.

"Tsk, you are in position to talk you womanizer" you teased.

"See! I AM! Because I know boys are scumbags, I speak from experience!" He said.

"What if she likes girls Sirius?" You teased.

"Same goes, you were a bad girl!" He attacked your cheeks with kisses earning an ew from your children

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG!" you protested.

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aprilsrant · 4 years

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Praised be writer’s block | Young!Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: in the midst of an upcoming war and worries about the future, (Y/N) bonds with an unexpected person, golden boy from gryffindor house himself.

WORD COUNT: 3,000, more or less…

A/N: this is my first time doing this, so if you have any suggestions please let me know! also, if you can, reblog so it can reach more people, it’ll help me a lot.

All of this wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for @peeves-a-legend, which btw is an amazing writer. I can’t thank you enough!

Masterlist.

The gif below is not mine, credits to the original maker. And yes, I see robert sean leonard as a young!remus, but you can imagine whoever you want.

In one of the few sunny and warm mornings left of the season, (Y/N)’s mother had dragged her to Diagon Alley to buy her school’s supplies. The term for her sixth year was about ten days away from starting and going there didn’t thrill her anymore. She had retarded the visit as long as her mother’s patience lasted (which wasn’t a lot considering the woman had belonged to Hufflepuff), and no one had been succesfull on finding the reason, althought her mum suspected it.

(Y/N) hadn’t felt the rush of excitement run through her body in a long time when she thought about going back to Hogwarts, and buying supplies meant she was only a step closer. Her first two years were more than she could ever ask for, but everything came crashing down on her at the young age of thirteen.

(Y/N) had started to notice the repulsive look on people’s faces whenever she tried to help them, all looking down at her green robes as if she had grown a third arm or a second head overnight. She realised, with now a heavy weight on her heart and a new insecurity over her mind, that not all Hufflepuffs were kind and inviting. Maybe, she supposed, they were too proud to accept help from anyone else.

Or perhaps, (Y/N) was too naive to think she could defy centuries of old stereotypes and unhealthy competitions while wearing a green and silver tie.

But the rude comments and weird stares had not affected her in such a long time. She didn’t show them how angry she got about those and how much she wanted to scream at those Gryffindors to get over themselves, because if she did, she was proving their point. All snakes, young or old, end up being violent creatures. Instead, a new feeling of uneasiness had settled in her mind, washing away her minor problems.

Peace no longer reigned over the Wizarding World. Rumors of a war were spreading like wildfire. Voldemort’s ranks got bigger and bigger with the passing time, and more muggle families and muggleborns were being wiped out, like they meant nothing. In those dark times, not having magic or being from a family with the wrong kind of ancestors, could determine your doom.

In her case, she wasn’t at the top of the Dark Eater’s food chain as a halfblood, but that didn’t ease her nerves. She was more worried about her father, a muggleborn, her grandparents and several other friends. Many of their families wanted to go into hiding and she knew that this year and the others to come, Hogwarts wouldn’t be so magical.

Once they passed through the brick wall at the Leaky Cauldron, their first stop was the Apothecary, which (Y/N) had refused to enter because of the disgusting smell of bad eggs and something more repulsive she didn’t identify. Instead, she decided to visit Quality Quidditch Supplies. It’s not like she played the sport, Merlin knows how awful she was at throwing or hitting things, and playing as Seeker was not an option. But she always attended the matches, channelling every single piece of energy her body had onto cheering for Slytherin’s team.

(Y/N) made her way to one of the corners of the shop, wanting to see the newest Quidditch gloves her best friend had talked about so much in her letters. Maybe she could get her a new pair for her birthday, so she could start the season with brand new gloves. But looking at the price, she realized a cheappier gift would have to do. Her family wasn’t the richest and she knew her parents were struggling with money lately.

“Expensive, aren’t they?,” asked a voice from behind her. She turned around, one of the gloves still on her right hand, and noticed that the voice belonged to no other than Remus Lupin. She was lying to herself if she said he wasn’t good looking. Those dark brown eyes and soft hair had gotten to her when they were in their fourth year. (Y/N) had spent weeks, maybe even months, crushing on him and, of course, annoying her friends to no end about how perfect he was and how he was one of the few decent members of the lion house. But she never tried anything, she had a long list of excuses that, maybe, exceeded the many numerous reasons why she liked the Gryffindor so much.

“Definitely,” (Y/N) finally answered with a grimace in her face, “I thought I could get a pair for my best friend’s birthday since she’s a Chaser, but I’m not so sure now”.

Remus offered her a small smile and muttered something about how her best friend would appreciate anything she would give her. After that, neither of them said anything and only the noise of other people’s chattering could be heard. She looked around the store, trying to think about something that would lead to more talk, while Remus put his hands in his jeans’s pockets and changed the weight of his body to his left leg.

A few more seconds passed and (Y/N), not tolerating the awkward atmosphere anymore, was the one to initiate the conversation this time.

“So, um, Remus, are you, um, planning on joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Since, you know, you are… here”.

Merlin, her sister was right, she did need to start socialising more.

“Oh no, not a chance,” he answered letting a snicker escape his lips. (Y/N)’s mouth turned into a little smile because of the sound, not noticing at first. “I’m just here because of James and Sirius, they wanted to see some new brooms that came out this…”.

Remus words were interrupted by the same people he’d just mentioned. James Potter and Sirius Black, the most known students at Hogwarts, were walking towards them. (Y/N) tried to put on a neutral face, not showing her true thoughts on the two boys.

It wasn’t that she hated them. At some point, she had found her pranks on those horrible Slytherins funny, but after last year her opinion on them changed drastically. It appeared to be that they couldn’t distinguish who were the “good” Slytherins therefore they’d just played cruel jokes on every single member of the house. Or maybe, they didn’t think Slytherins could be nice and decent people, so all of them deserved to be made fun of.

“REMUS!,” they both shouted at the same time. Almost everyone in the shop turned to see them, and as (Y/N) moved uncomfortable with a scowled look because of the new, and unwanted attention, she wondered why they had to be so bloody loud all the time. “We were looking for you, but it seems you have found some company”.

Remus’s cheeks changed to a soft crimson after Sirius’s comment.

“Careful now, Rem, snakes tend to bite and some of them are poisonous.” James’s eyes shined with mischief as he spoke.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at that, but instead of keeping quiet as she normally would, she responded to Potter’s remark, surprising the others and herself in the process.

“Excellent observation, James. Now, how much time did it take you to come up with that and for how long you’ve been wanting to use it? Perhaps, it was after that particular Quidditch match where Slytherin shredded you into pieces ”.

His face no longer showed a fun expression, but, in it’s place, was a face with narrowed eyes trying to hide the fact he had been caught. (Y/N) smiled at that, she was not this kind of person but it was good to see Potter embarrassed after he had humiliated her in front of half the school just a few months ago. She knew Sirius wanted to say something to save his friend, but as his mouth was starting to open to spill some sarcastic or stupid comment about her house, Remus stepped in.

“Sirius, don’t say anything, just leave her alone,” he began, giving the pair a pointed look with his eyebrows raised, “we were only talking, there’s no need to start acting as if she’s going to bite my head off”.

Dumb and Dumber, as one her Slytherin friends liked to called them, stared at Remus like he had transformed into a Hipogriff. (Y/N), as surprised as she was, glanced at him with a confused, yet somehow grateful, look on her face. In return, he smiled at her and grabbed his friends from the shoulders, making them walk towards the door while mentioning something about having to meet up with Peter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor.

Before reaching the door, Remus turned around, let go of Sirius for a moment and waved at her with a grin, one that made her cheeks blushed and her stomach flipped.

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It had been months since the interaction between her and Remus, plus James and Sirius. A small smile and a certain glow in her eyes stayed present on her face for the rest of the trip to Diagon Alley with her mother, who had not missed the sudden shift in her daughter’s appearance.

She hadn’t talked much with him again (only a few more times because of their prefect meetings), but the little interactions between them remained. Like the gentle and kind smiles they would send to each other while walking in the school grounds and greetings from afar with a short wave of the hand.

Winter break was just around the corner when they met again. Both wrapped around heavy coats, gloves and scarfs protecting them from the cold wind and the freezing fog. (Y/N) would have been pissed about her feet getting wet from the snow if it wasn’t for the outstanding landscape it created. A pure scenery, grounds and trees and roofs of the castle covered in white, in such terrible and corrupted times.

“Lovely, huh?,” he mouthed.

What is it with this boy and sneaking up on people?

(Y/N) nodded, still unable to tear her eyes from the view. When she finally did, she became aware of how close they were, elbows almost touching. Releasing a shaky breath, that quickly changed into what it looked like fog, (Y/N) peered at him. The end of his nose was red, matching his cheeks, while his lips were pale and dry from the weather. It was an adorable sight, perhaps even more worthy of her attention than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“What makes you go to Hogsmeade on this particular frosty afternoon, (Y/N)?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Remus,” she exclaimed, the corners of her mouth quirking up as she mentioned his name, “but, if you really like to know, I’m heading there because I forgot about some Christmas’s presents. What about you?”

Without perceiving it, they had both started to walk towards the small town, making their way through the layers of snow.

“I just, um, wanted to visit Hogsmeade one last time before, you know, going home.” For a moment, (Y/N) had the idea of hearing some kind of hesitation while he spoke, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was saying.

This time, (Y/N) would not let the conversation turn awkward so rapidly, after all this was her chance of having an actual opportunity with Remus. So she swallowed the majority of her nerves, which were quite a lot, and planted a smile on her face. But before the words could come out of her mouth, Remus himself had beat her.

“Would you like to come to the Three Broomsticks with me?,” he questioned.

It took her a few seconds to understand what he had asked because of how rushed he’d spoken. Her eyes widened at the notion of going on a date with him. Was it even a date? A small voice wondered inside her head. Ignoring it, she replied with a short yes. His entire demeanour immediately transformed. Remus’s eyes didn’t hold too much worry now and a large smile decorated his face.

The trip to the popular pub was shorter than it normally was, but (Y/N) guessed that had been for how much she and Remus talked while walking to the town. When they arrived, the warm and cozy ambient, although a bit smoky and crowded, received them like a bright lamp post in the middle of nowhere pointing out the pathway. Even if (Y/N) loved winter and snow, a hot butterbeer didn’t seem too bad after being exposed to the cold wind.

Sitting down at one of the tables from the right corner of the shop, right next to a large window and giving the back to one of the walls, she could see the entire place. But her eyes were now glued to the Gryffindor seated in front of her, who was trying not to look like he was going to pass out from the nerves of having a date (was it a date?) with the most gorgeous girl in Hogwarts, maybe even the whole world.

They passed the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, chatting regarding the things they loved and hated from Hogwarts; complaining about professors and the amount of homework they sent; laughing because of some ridiculous story told by Remus (he swore his breath got caught in his lungs as he watched her throwing her head back while letting out a loud laugh, eyes shining with happiness and not caring, for the first time, about the looks from the people in the place). They discussed their favourite muggle authors, the most amazing films that had ever been made and their dreams after finishing their education.

(Y/N) had felt herself falling all over again for him while watching him talk about how much he’d loved being a professor and being there for his students. The passion and shine in his eyes rivaled even the brightest star in the night sky.

And Remus had seen the same expression in her face when she talked about becoming a known writer in both the muggle and wizarding world. Despite her excitement, he recognised something else in her eyes, perhaps uncertainty or even sadness. When he asked about it, (Y/N) confided in him the fact she was scared about trying it.

“What if it’s a waste of time? What I’m supposed to write about?”

“It won’t be a waste of your time if it makes you happy,” he reassured her, “and the ideas will come to you, don’t worry. You can even write about us.” (Y/N)’s eyes quickly made their way into his after hearing that. “I mean, about this part of our world”. She couldn’t help but feel quite disappointed.

“Wouldn’t I be violating the Statute of Secrecy?”

Remus raised his shoulders a little as he pressed his lips together, clearly trying to stop a smile from forming in his face.

“It’s not like the Ministry is going to find out,” he whispered, so only (Y/N) could be able to listen to him, “ who’s going to tell them about it? Me?”

A scoff left her mouth and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. Was this really happening? Remus Lupin, the boy she had a crush on in her fourth year, sitting in front of her, encouraging her to follow her dreams.

“Is the Golden Boy and Prefect of Gryffindor House actually saying that I should just break an International Law?” she joked while shaking her head in disbelief, “McGonagall would be so heart broken”.

Now it was his time to roll his eyes. Directing a smirk at her, he leaned back in his chair, more relaxed and with a new light glowing around him.

“Look, I would love to write about this world. But ambition is not the only trait that got me in Slytherin,” (Y/N) declared. She beamed when he furrowed his brows together in confusion, getting closer to the table and placing his elbows on top of it. “Violating that Law is having a death wish and self preservation is one of my top priorities”.

“I can’t help but agree to that”.

The hours kept running and people began to leave the pub, but not them. They had stayed until the owner told the teenagers he was closing. Not (Y/N) nor Remus had noticed where the time had gone. Quickly, they collected all of their belongings and left the establishment in a hurry. (Y/N) didn’t want to think about the punishment they’d received if they were caught.

Fortunately, they made it to the castle in one piece. Once they were a few meters away from the entrance, they started to laugh. None of them knew why, it just seemed like a good time to do it.

“What happened to you and your advice of breaking the rules?” (Y/N) said in the middle of a laugh.

“I hope this doesn’t become a tradition, Mr. Lupin, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a stern female voice said in front of them. Professor McGonagall was standing gracefully in front of the door, her arms crossed over her chest and a furious expression implanted in her face.

Remus and (Y/N) looked at each other, the same thought running through their minds. They were so screwed.

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December 25th.

Dear (Y/N):

I’m sending this letter to wish you a Merry Christmas and a great New Year, even though it’s not the 31st yet, but well… that doesn’t really matter right now.

I remembered you talking about how much you wanted to read more classics, and I couldn’t help myself. Inside the box, you will find Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, and Wuthering Heights, by some other lovely woman named Emily Brontë. I’m not so sure about why you would enjoy them as much as I did, but maybe they’ll inspire you on your journey of becoming a writer. It won’t hurt visiting new worlds to fill your mind with ideas.

Also, and I hope this doesn’t bother you, the books are not brand new. They were read by me and have some marks on the pages, but I don’t like giving new books as gifts. I think that if they were used, they are even more special and hold more value.

Can’t wait to see you once the break is over.

Sincerely, Remus John Lupin.

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The grin on her face never abandoned her after reading Remus’s letter and opening the silver paper with golden stars all over it, in which he had wrapped the two books he had mentioned. In fact, it lingered on her for the rest of the day, accompanied with a special and renovated brightness in her eyes.

Before letting the owl return back to its owner, (Y/N) gave her some food and water, and when it was ready, she attached a small box with red paper on the exterior and a green bow at the top. She had also prepared a gift for him, even if it wasn’t that meaningful (at least, that was what she thought). (Y/N) only hoped he would enjoy the chocolate stash, full with different muggle and wizarding ones she had thought he could try, while the owl stepped away from her windowsill.

Around eight p.m, she finally went to bed and despite spending the day interacting with her family, (thing that tired her out pretty quickly), (Y/N) was more awake than ever before. Laying down on her bed with a cup of tea and an old blanket that had once belonged to her sister, covering her legs, she grabbed one of the books Remus gifted her, ready to dwell in Mary Shelley’s world.

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Fluff Alphabet (Remus Lupin)

Ship: Remus Lupin x Reader

Triggers: None! Just some fluffy little werewolf!

A - Activities (Hobbies and things you like to do together)

Remus is a huge nerd. So, do not be surprised if he loves to stay inside with you and cuddle while you he reads out loud. You'll also have lots of study dates! ;) (You'll just be studying where did your mind fly off to? Jk) But if you enjoy going outside, he'd do both things. However, expect him to always have a book in his ripped bag.

B - Baby (do they want to have a baby with you?)

Yes and no. He does want to have a baby with you of course, but he is very anxious about it. He thinks about all the things that could go wrong, especially considering his fury little problem... "What if I end up biting him or her, y/n!?" "Remus John Lupin do you honestly believe the others would let that happen!?" But you can't really change his mind and deep inside you know he has a good point.

C - Comfort (how to they comfort you after a bad day?)

Oh dear, you should know by now that you are dealing with the KING of comfort. He knows how you must feel, he is a pretty anxious person. He will hold you close, play with your hair, give you multiple soft kisses and won't let go until he makes sure you are okay.

D - Dancing (do they like to dance with you)

He is a shy boi. Aka no. He is afraid of embarrassing you in front of a crowd. However, he will dance with you privately if you like. He will definitely dance with you if he is drunk, so it is worth trying ;)

E - Eating (meals together)

Eat, you'll feel better. No, seriously he would say it a lot. As long as you are dating Werewolf Mcwerewolf you will not get hungry. "What do you mean you are on a diet!? You don't need it! At least have some salad." "Y/n, you are not leaving this room until you finish your plate"

"but plates here refill themselves, Remus!"

F - Favourite (their favourite part on you)

Your hands. Oh gosh, he absolutely adores them! His own hands are so big, he just loves to take your hands in his and hold them tightly. He would also kiss them all the time. If he had money he would buy you rings but this boy is poor

G - Gifts (what it says)

Remus is pretty poor so he couldn't possibly give you something expensive. However, his gifts are really meaningful. Remember that one time you were rumbling about a movie? He'll buy you the book. That other time you were really jealous of that girl's hair? He'll buy you a straightener. He is the type of person who would make handmade stuff too.

H - Hair (how you treat each other's hair)

He thinks his hair is plain and boring. Who can blame him, his roomate is Sirius freaking Black. But you simply adore it. He doesn't understand how, but he for one thing is definitely in love with yours. He really likes that nice smell it gives out.

I - Ironing (who does the chores?)

He does. He doesn't let you do anything. He is really insecure and thinks very lowly of himself. He thinks the least he can do is take care of the house. You completely disagree but it's not like he is willing to listen.

J - Jokes (would you pull jokes on each other)

No. He deeply respects you and although he might say some nice smart jokes every now and then, he would never prank you. His friends however, definitely would. And then it was time for your revenge prank... God help those innocent marauders. You two are a powerful duo.

K - Kissing (how are their kisses?)

Mostly he is a very soft kisser. He likes to gently touch his lips on yours and devour them slowly. But that changes during nights before full moon when he is rough and demanding.

L - Lies (would you lie to each other?)

Definitely not. But don't let that deceive you. Mr. Lupin can be a very good liar when he needs to. He simply despises dishonesty more than anything in the world. He'd always tell you the truth and expect you to do the same.

M - Money (how do you handle money?)

With difficulty. Even if you are rich, he would never accept money from you. He'd feel like he is using you. And you know what that means... Eternally struggling with bills.

N - No (things they are not okay with)

Hurting you. This seems very obvious, and it is but his worst fear is causing you harm. If he ever grabbed on you a bit too tight a few nights before full moon, he'd hate himself and probably wouldn't talk to anyone for a week. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to you, especially if it is because of him.

I - Outdoors (do you spend more time outdoors or indoors?)

Team introvert!! He simply adores staying inside. If you are an extrovert he'd go out with you as much as possible. But come on guys, as we saw on A staying inside with him is the best thing in the world.

P - Partying (do they like partying with you?)

Hahahahahahahahaha no. Seriously, he despises these gatherings. He only ever went when James and Sirius dragged him along. If you had fun in those, he'd come but don't be surprised if you find him reading his book in the bathroom.

Q - Question (marriage and how they feel about it)

The law is a bit complicated about relationships with werewolves. It really depends on the government. Therefore, even if he does want to marry you, you'd have to wait until it was legal. When it was, he wouldn't waste a second before asking you the big question.

R - Right (do you argue a lot? Who usually wins?)

He is generally a peaceful person so you don't fight too much. But when you do, I'm sorry to disappoint but he does. He is incredible at debating and turning your own point against you. Remus Lupin for president

S - Sick (taking care of each other when sick)

It's not exactly sickness, but Remus does have a fury little problem. Which means you'd have to take care of him in bed half of your life! Don't worry, the first 5 times are hard but then you get the hang of it.

T - Tears (do they cry a lot? Do they do it in front of you?)

Although he does have lots of reasons to cry, he doesn't do it a lot. He is really strong and can keep himself mentally stable. Nevertheless, when he does cry he does it in private. He would never like to worry you.

U - Until death tears us apart (does your relationship last long? Do you ever get apart)

No you don't! If you exclude his full moon nights, you'll be together from the day you met to the day you die. You'll most likely die together in the Battle of Hogwarts...

V - Victim (what do they do if someone blames you for something you didn't do?)

Remus keeps calling himself a monster. But if he ever does seem or act like one, it is in a situation like this. How dare they accuse you!? You are so innocent. He'd kick their butts and probably get points given to Gryffindor for it.

W - Working out (what it says)

He doesn't work out a lot. But he does enjoy going out for runs which is why his body is in such great shape, especially considering all the chocolate he eats. Although he doesn't work out, he'd love to try out going to the gym along with you!

X - Xoxo (how do they text?)

Formally. He doesn't get it. He confuses it with owls. You still laugh at the thought of that 4 paragraph long text that simply asked how your day was. It even had a signature.

Y - Yours (Are they possesive? Do they get jealous a lot?)

He trusts you a lot generally speaking. He is okay with all of your male friends. But if he senses someone is being more than healthy, oh boy... It is another V situation.

Z - Zzzz... (How you sleep together)

Spooning! He is the big spoon. He needs to feel you near him while he is sleeping. He has to know you are there for him and you are alright.

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prongsies · 4 years

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Jealousy Pt. 1 • Remus Lupin

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x Malfoy!Reader

SUMMARY: Remus has a crush on reader, so Sirius took it upon himself to edge them towards one another

WARNINGS: mild language

A/N: I’ve had this concept in mind for such a long time now and whenever I start writing it I can’t seem to find the flow that I want for it to take. I hope you enjoy one of my first longer series’ though! ❤

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There was something about your hair that seemed to draw everyone’s attention towards you. As a Malfoy, it wasn’t really a surprised you’ve acquired the well-known family trait, but yours seemed almost silver in shade, catching everyone’s attention from a mile away as the sun reflected against it.

One whose attention seemed to dart towards you often is Remus Lupin. The two of you have known each other for quite some time now, being a close friend to Sirius Black. They’ve been around to save your arse countless of times from Slytherins, who cornered you in the halls to torment you for being a Gryffindor - a blood-traitor, if you must.

It was a disgusting mindset, and since Sirius Black experienced the same thing, he took it upon himself to protect you at all costs.

“Remus?” Your voice called out softly as you entered the Gryffindor common room, in search of the prefect whose help you needed. “Remus?” You repeated, searching around.

“Yes, (y/n)?” The boy in question was on an armchair near the bookshelves, a book perched on his lap as he read through his Ancient Runes notes, taking his time in revising all that needed to be revised. He looked up at you, breath hitching in his throat at the mere sight of you, before he made a move to scratch the back of his neck.

“Ooh, just the class I wanted to ask about” You mused, seeing the familiar book on his lap. Grinning, you squeezed yourself beside him in the small space perching a leg over his thigh to make room for yourself as you opened your own notes in the subject.

You well expected your N.E.W.T.s-level subjects to be difficult - having just the O.W.L.s last year, but you didn’t expect it to be this difficult.

Remus, who tried to focus his attention towards teaching you the lesson and not on the warmth on his skin against him, couldn’t help but stutter a few times, cheeks flushing at your contact.

Sirius couldn’t help but tease at the sight of the two of you in the common room as he descended the dormitory stairs, a smirk playing on his lips as he hollered, “Be merciful on the poor boy, won’t you (y/n)!” He laughed, “His cheek’ll turn into a full-on tomato if you stay there longer”

“Sod off, Sirius!” You exclaimed, slapping his arm away when he tried to pinch your reddening cheeks, “You know I’m struggling with this class enough”

“I told you not to take it for N.E.W.T.s, sweetheart” Sirius cooed, leaning down to kiss your cheek, before whispering “If you didn’t then you would’ve had the time to come with Prongs and I to Hogsmeade”

“You’re going?” You exclaimed incredulously, causing Sirius to shush you.

“Yeah,” The older boy smirked, leaning back to see your glare, “Too bad you’re too busy to come with us”

“I wanna come!” You exclaimed once more, separating yourself from Remus to stand properly, fixing your robes in the process. “Let me get some money, yeah?” You ran up the towards the dormitories, shouting, “Wait for me”

When he was sure you had disappeared, Sirius turned to Remus, who was quietly sitting on the sofa, pretending not to care about the interaction. Claiming the armrest, he nudged the mousy-haired boy, watching him turn to him with a feigned-confused expression.

“So when are you gonna ask her out?” He asked.

“Ask who out?”

“(y/n), of course” Sirius nudged again, his playful expression now turning into a serious one, “I’m not joking though, when?”

“I don’t have the foggiest clue what you’re talking about, Pads” Remus muttered, raising his parchment to cover his face.

Sirius, huffing out an annoyed breath, snatched the parchment from his grasp with a roll of the eyes, keeping it out of his arm’s reach as he faced Remus again, now more sternly, “Don’t play dumb with me I know you’ve always liked her, I see the way you look at her”

“Sirius-”

“I’m not yet done” Sirius interrupted, teeth gritting at the boy who’s really just testing his patience at this point. Remus silenced, knowing angering the boy wouldn’t do him any good so he sat back, “She’s like a sister to me Lupin, and she’s expressed her feelings for you to me countless of times. I’m just saying we’re graduating next year and since your N.E.W.T.s subjects are going a bit easy on you this year, you might as well as her now”

“What are we talking about here?” You asked, joining the two now, eyes darting towards each of them briefly. You frowned, “Rem’s pulling that constipated frowning face - what did you do, Sirius?”

“Nothing” He replied nonchalantly, returning to Remus his notes. “James is already by the statue, why don’t you go ahead, yeah?”

Confused eyes turned to Remus, who still looked afraid. But you asked nothing. Instead, you tied your long blonde hair into a quick bun as you exited the common room, your coins clinking in your pockets as you skipped merrily outside.

Sirius’ gaze softened towards Remus, a smile on his lips as he patted his shoulder, “Think about it, yeah? It’ll do you both some good once you stop pining”

The trip to Hogsmeade was quite eventful, especially since it wasn’t necessarily a Hogsmeade weekend. Because of this, the three of you had to be extra wary of your surroundings, scared a Hogwarts staff would find you wandering where you really shouldn’t be.

For lack of better reply, Remus nodded his head, watching as Sirius hummed before leaving him alone, disappearing out the common room without another word.

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“So when are you confronting Remus about your feelings?” Sirius asked, turning towards the blonde who was busy giggling with James behind him.

She seemed surprised at the question at first, having to clear her throat several times having just inhaled dust particles harshly, before finally settling - with the help of James patting her back. “He doesn’t seem far too happy seeing me sometimes so I doubt it’d be a good idea”

“But you’re basically walking on eggshells around each other all the time, I don’t understand why-”

“It’s really complicated, Sirius” You replied, finality in your voice. “When the time comes, I guess but... not now”

You walked ahead of Sirius, followed by James who patted his friend’s shoulder as he passed by him.

“But (y/n)-”

“Sirius” You snapped, your eyes softening at the older boy’s surprised expression, “please. we can talk about this some other day but for now, can we just drop it?”

Sirius stared back, a thousand thoughts running into his mind before he finally replied, “Fine”, staying quiet the rest of the journey to Hogsmeade.

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A Touch in The Dark - James Potter x Reader

Summary: James thought he was hung up on Lily, but when a Slytherin girl steps into his life he realizes something shocking.

Word Count: 3198

Date: 9.30.2019

Requested by Anonymous

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You were ripped out of the fantastical realm of your novel as a knock resonated from your front door, muffled voices accompanying it. You were tempted to just ignore it and hope that whoever it was would go away.

“Y/n!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The voice yelled, “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!!! I SAW YOUR LIGHT ON!!”

You pouted and groaned, finally leaving your comfortable spot on the couch, shivering as your bare toes touched the cold hardwood.

“Marlene?” You scrunched your brow in confusion, “What’re you doing? Hey Lily.”

“Can we camp in your yard?” Marlene asked.

“Why?”

“Because your yard is the safest!!! We’ll camp just inside the treeline so that way we’ll be close to the house, but not disruptive!” She bounced. It was nearly eleven at night, but the sun was setting later with it being mid-July. Despite the lateness of the evening, the sun still hovered just below the horizon, casting a dim orange glow over the little hills around your house and on the trees behind you.

“How long?” You scratched your arm, nervously. You had the house to yourself because your parents left for a month-long anniversary “honeymoon.” Having the house was nice, but you hated not having any company.

“I don’t know, we were thinking about the rest of the summer. I mean it’s not that long and we got permission from our parents, and there’s a campground in those woods but we y’know, living cheap, we could sneak through and set up camp.” Marlene explained.

“What about your parent’s Y/n?” Lily asked, giving you an easy smile, “You’re welcome to join us.”

“Ahh,” You shuffled, “They’re away on honeymoon.”

“They just got married?”

“No, uh, they just wanted to do something special for their 25th anniversary.”

“Oh, that’s so nice!”

“So can we sneak through your back yard?” Marlene asked.

“I suppose so,” You shrugged, “I’m certain you would regardless of permission.”

“You’re the best Y/n/n.” She cheered and turned to Lily, “Tell the boys to get the stuff.”

“Excuse me, the boys?” You furrowed your brows.

“Oh yeah, James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus here too.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, struggling to find words. Being a Slytherin, you got a lot of judgment from the other houses, the Marauders especially. Though they never directed it at you specifically, it was still hurtful to hear what they really thought of your house. You weren’t nasty like some Slytherin’s were, they gave the house a bad name leaving most Slytherin's the choice of becoming what they already thought you were or alienated because you aren’t.

Slytherin isn’t about being nasty or discriminatory, though plenty of wizards and witches in your house made it seem that way. Slytherin was about knowing what you wanted and doing everything in your power to get it. It was about being resourceful, smart, ambitious, and cunning. None of those meant being nasty.

Still, despite the Marauders resent of the Slytherin house, you still admired them in a way. They were so outgoing, funny, and kind. It seemed like they could get away with anything. You’ve had almost every class with at least one of them since first year, it’s not like you were a stranger to them. They never really seemed to notice you at all though. You could almost say that you wanted to be their friend, but house pride always got the better of you, and though you weren’t friends with him, you could never excuse what they did to Severus.

“Marlene!” You called after her in protest.

“Love you!!” She yelled over her shoulder with a wave as she ran off. You groaned, weighing your options. Spend the month in your house or spend it with a familiar company.

The idea of not being completely alone won out.

“Wait, Marlene!” You sighed, “I’ll get my stuff.”

You grabbed your stuff, piling it into a bag that you charmed with an Extention charm, laying in your sleeping back and your book, along with some snacks from your house that you knew you’d be craving. You caught the group of teens just in time, falling into step with Lily, who gave you a smile.

“Joining us, I see,” She teased, pushing you a little.

“It was this or sitting alone at home,” You shrugged, with a little smile.

“Well, I’m glad. Without you, I think these boys will drive me insane,” She laughed. You gave her a smile, feeling uncomfortably out of place amongst the gaggle of Gryffindors. Lily made you feel better. She and Marlene never really cared much for house discrimination.

“So what did you bring?” Marlene dropped her arm around your shoulder. The boys were a little way ahead, snickering back and forth, occasionally looking behind them, and then going back to chatting.

“Some food, a sleeping bag, some books, clothes. Not a lot really.” You shrugged.

“I’m so looking forward to this!” She cheered, “There’s this lake nearby, well you probably know this already, but I’m so excited, I wanna jump in it!”

You laughed, as she squeezed you in her excitement.

It, thankfully, wasn’t too long of a walk to the campsite. You found a good spot, and the boys set up a tent with an extension charm on it.

“Lily?” You admired the tent.

“Hmm?”

“Who cast this charm? It even better than mine.”

“I did.” James butted in, catching your attention.

“Oh. It’s, uh, very nice,” You complimented hesitantly. You were really hoping he wouldn’t turn it back on you to make fun of Slytherins.

“Thank you.”

You weren’t holding your breath but if you were, you would’ve sighed in relief. In fact, his smile was kinda nice, but he went right back to talking to Sirius without another look in your direction.

“I can’t believe, Lily invited her, I mean we don’t even know her,” Sirius complained as you wandered off into the woods, leaving the Gryffindors behind at the camp.

“She might not be so bad, Pads,” James shrugged, watching as you departed.

“Not so bad? She’s a Slytherin, Prongs.” He scoffed.

“I remember not so long ago you wanted to be a Slytherin yourself.” James nudged him, making him scowl.

“Yeah well, that was before I realized how snobbish they are.”

James mulled it over, Sirius was probably right, but you seemed nice for the most part. He just went back to pretending to listen to Remus and Lily talk about the books they were reading. You didn’t seem that bad, just secretive. Wandering into the woods by yourself, he was wondering what you were planning.

“You look pensive.” Marlene snorted.

“Hmmm?” James frowned, “Just thinking.”

“Yeah, no shit. What do you think pensive means?”

After a bit of laughter from Marlene, she sobered up again.

“Okay, but seriously, what’s up?” She rested her arm against his shoulder despite being a full head shorter than him.

“Why did you guys invite, Y/l/n?” He asked enjoying the quiet moment, well, cicada symphony quiet.

“Because she’s cool?”

“Yeah, but how would you know she’s not planning something.”

“Y/n isn’t like that, James. She’s really nice. She just knows what she wants.”

“Then why is she wandering off into the woods by herself? She could be planning some sort of Slytherin prank, y’know. Strand the gyrffindors in the woods and prank them when they have no backup.”

“And risk starting a feud with you? Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“But-”

“I’m back,” you gave a big smile as you stepped back into the little clearing of the campsite.

“Where did you go?” Marlene asked. You slung your bag off your shoulders, kneeling on the ground with it.

“To get this!” You opened the bag, pulling out all kinds of firewood and kindling along with a hatchet. “I didn’t see you guys bring any firewood, so I thought I’d go get some.”

“How are we gonna start a fire, we didn’t bring any-”

“I thought of that too.” You cut her off with a proud grin. “I brought a flint fire starter.”

“You know how to start a fire with that?” James cut in.

“Yeah, why would I bring something that I didn’t know how to use?”

You could tell James didn’t believe you, and instead of responding you just set to work, building a fire in the pit. It wasn’t long before the rest of the group had taken notice, sitting outside the tent on some abandoned logs while you worked. You chewed your lip, scraping flint against steel, hoping to create some sparks.

You couldn’t stop the joy that jolted through you when the dried grasses caught fire, igniting kindling and hoping it’d burn just long enough to catch a real fire.

“I almost thought that that wouldn’t work.” You clapped your hands together with a beaming smile.

"You almost?" Sirius snorted.

"Well, some of the kindling was a little damp and it's kinda windy-"

"Y/n. He's teasing." Lily cut you off.

"Oh."

"I'll go get marshmallows!" Peter said cheerfully, climbing into the tent - probably to escape the awkwardness in the air.

"So, how did you learn that?" Remus asked, looking genuinely interested.

"My dad's a muggle. He used to take me on camping trips all the time, he thought it was important that I knew how to get by without magic, in case anything bad happened."

Remus nodded. Your dad had a point. Remus wasn't sure what James or Sirius would do if they suddenly found themselves without magic.

"You're half-blood then?" James asked though it was more of a statement.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing. It's just interesting."

The next few days you got used to the presence of the Marauders, and they got used to you. It was kinda fun actually, even when you had to walk all the way back to the house so you could take the car into town because nobody packed enough food for an entire month. Only you, Lily, and Remus actually had muggle money, which made you wonder what they were planning on doing when they ran out of food.

You, list in hand, split up the shopping into groups. Peter and Sirius went with Remus to get one-third of the shipping list, Marlene with Lily, which stuck James with you whether you liked it or not. So the two of you wandered the fridge isles, picking up condiments and drinks, and whatever you could think of that should’ve been on the list.

You hummed lightly to the Beatles song that was playing over the radio, dancing ever so slightly to the catchy melody. James watched you with amusement as you lost yourself in the music, almost forgetting he was there.

“He’s a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land, making all his nowhere plans for nobody,” You found yourself singing softly.

James was never really into muggle music but hearing it from your lips, he wanted to find this band and learn all of their songs. James just leaned against the cart, watching you. You flung your hair over your shoulder to find him staring. You gave him a shy smile and went back to shopping, the melody silent on your lips. You didn’t look at him again, but James was bright red.

You all managed to make it back to the camp before dark, far from the outskirts of the city. After a long unpacking of groceries and a few rounds of firewiskey smuggled by Marlene and Peter, mostly everyone had gone to bed.

Most except you and James, laid out by the fire, watching ashes rise into the sky and join the stars. A charmed radio was not far off, volume low enough not to disturb the inhabitants of the tent.

“It’s so beautiful,” You hummed, staring up at the glittering constellations above you. Somewhere far above you was Orion, Artemis’ great warrior.

“Do you know any of the stories?” James asked.

“I learned a few of them in muggle studies, few other’s from my dad.”

“Like?”

“Well, like Orion, who was Artemis’ favorite warrior, or Cassiopea?”

“Any.”

“Well, I can’t remember the exact stories, but my dad told me of one that there is a tree so tall, that it touches the sky, and it’s why the sky rotates around the north star.”

“Tell me something else.”

“About what?” You turned to face him.

“Anything. School, your friends, something.”

“Well, at school I don’t have many friends. Believe it or not, there isn’t a whole lot of Slytherin's lining up to be friends with a half-blood, and there aren’t a whole lot of wizards or witches lining up to be friends with a Slytherin. I was lucky enough to have made friends with Lils and Mar during study group.”

“I’ll be your friend.”

“Right, because the famous Slytherin tormentor James Potter would want to be my friend.”

“No, I promise,” He rolled over, staring at you seriously. His face heating up from the embarrassment of the accusation.

“You promise that when we get back to Hogwarts, you’ll be my friend?”

“I swear it.”

“We will see then.”

The remainder of the month went by without a hitch, you managed to make it to the lake Marlene was talking about before the water got cold. Remus wanted to stay on the side but with a little convincing from Lily, he was ready to go, Sirius already betting him five galleons that he wouldn’t jump off the tall rock.

You spent nearly a full day there, enjoying your time with the gaggle of gryffindors. But all too soon your fun had to come to an end, as summer departed, so did your friends, going back to their homes to prepare for the oncoming school year.

August brought autumn and with it colder weather and falling leaves. In the transitioning of the seasons, it became more clear to James of how fast his feelings had grown for you. He was watching for you down every corridor, waiting for you in every class. In the classes he happened to share with you, he found it nearly impossible to keep himself focused on his work, his eyes seemed to follow you on their own. He thought he’d been crazy about Lily, but that feeling was nothing compared to this.

You could often be found in the courtyard, book in hand, enjoying the smell of the changing weather. That’s where Sirius knew to find you, amongst a spattering of fallen leaves from the willow.

“Are you ever not reading?” Sirius asked, tapping the top of your book, another muggle novel that you liked.

“Nope,” You gave him a smile, “What’s up?”

“You know that ball coming up?”

“Just FYI, I bet James if he doesn’t ask the girl he likes, then he has to change his hair pink for a month so, since you’re the best at charms?”

“I’m in. So, who are you going with?”

“Me, myself, and I babe,” Sirius popped his collar, “Don’t wanna be tied down, mean I can dance with more ladies.”

“I am both disgusted and impressed.”

“You going with someone?”

“Nobody’s asked, so far.” You shrugged, shivering as a cold breeze threw some hair into your face. You tucked it behind your ear, “Can’t seem to find anyone interested, I guess.”

Truth be told, you only wanted one person to ask you, but he seemed far to preoccupied to notice. To say you were pining over James Potter would be an understatement. You’d catch him staring from across the Great Hall and you’d stick your tongue out at him, only for him to make a face at you in return.

“Well, whoever doesn’t ask is blind. You don’t get a date, I’ll go with you - as friend’s of course.”

“What about all the babes you wanna dance with?” You rose a brow at him.

“Friends are more important, Y/n, surely you know that.” He ruffled your hair.

“Okay, whatever Sirius, go away.”

“You love me.”

“You wish!” You called as he stalked away, giving you a grin.

James plotted for hours how to ask you out. He didn’t want to do something he already used on Lily, anything she rejected would never work on you, he was sure of it. The only problem is that she rejected all of his previous ideas. Those were all big and grand, public. If he wanted you, he’d have to go for something simple, private and something that would mean something to you. So he slipped a note in your novel when you weren’t looking, hoping that you’d find it in time.

That's how you ended up in the astronomy tower as the sun was setting, the light just barely clinging to the horizon. Glittering lights floated around the astronomy tower, creating shadow scenes of a couple's adventures. There was even one of a couple lying next to a fire, and one at a train station. It was beautiful, but you weren’t sure why you were here.

“Y/n,” James beamed at you, “You came.”

“Well, yeah, I found a mysterious note. I thought I’d investiga- James what is all this?”

“It’s uh, us?” He scratched the back of his neck. “I had a speech planned and then I saw you and forgot it but, um, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the ball with me?”

“James I swear if you’re only asking me so I won't color your hair pink-”

“No, Y/n, what?” He scrunched his face up like he had no idea of that part of the deal, and honestly, he didn’t, “Look.”

He pointed at one of the shadow scenes. It was a couple at a table, books in hand, from the motion you could tell they were laughing.

“See, that’s us a couple weeks ago in the library when we got yelled at for laughing too loud. This one,” He pointed to another, a girl with a list in hand and a boy leaning on the shopping cart, “is at that store, remember?”

“Well yeah, but I don’t understand.”

“All of these scenes are moments that made me fall for you,” James explained, “And I really, really like you, I’m just asking for a chance for you to like me too.”

“Y’know, James,” You stepped forward, teasing him, “You’re almost as red as Lily’s hair is.”

“Look if you don’t feel-”

“No I feel the same,” You laughed, “I’m just enjoying seeing you nervous for once.”

“So you’ll go to the ball with me?”

“Yes, I’ll go to the ball with you.” You laughed as he broke out into a huge grin, wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around.

“I promise you won’t regret this.” He swore.

“Yeah, sure, okay, I just require one thing.”

“What?”

“This.” You cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss. As cheesy as it was, it felt like fireworks, even as the heat of his hands tightened on your waist. It was, dare I say, perfect.

“JAMES POTTER!”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”

“Busted,” You whispered as you pulled away. James grinned at the professors sheepishly.

“Hi, McG.” He waved slightly.

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A/N: The last chapter!!! I honestly cannot believe it...

Just...gah, a HUGE thank you to every single one of you for loving this story. This feels like an end of a mini-era of my life! It means so much to me, all of it, each comment each message, every time anyone tells me that these updates got them through a hard day...I want you guys to know that those things get me through hard days or even just make good days even better. So, yes, last chapter of the main story, however I’ll definitely be doing time stamps/epilogue-ish things. Remus at University, time at Sirius’ Dacha ;))))) the boys with little babies who speak Russian like their Papa (oh god oh god oh god Sirius as a Papa), Proposal TM ahhhh. All those sorts of things.

I hope you guys enjoy :)

part xiv

Present Day

Remus sits on the couch, staring at the ground. “He…he put something in my drink.”

Sirius comes and kneels in front of him a few inches away. “I think. Remus—”

“I met you?” Remus says, looking up. Sirius’ face is blurred from tears. “I—I can’t—I can’t remember. I don’t…”

But he remembers something. He remembers a burn, and blood and crying on his bus home and—no Sirius. No memory of that party, no memory of David from that night. His breath knocks out of him half sob. “I don’t remember anything.”

He closes his eyes against how scary that is.

Sirius starts to reach out to him, then stops, instead resting his thumb on the very edge of the outside of Remus’ socked foot, rubbing gently. “Remus, tell me how I’m help you.”

It’s a poor choice of words right now and Remus is so scared, so confused and surprised, that his reply is out of his mouth before he realizes what he’s saying. “You should have helped me then.”

He knows that isn’t fair—it isn’t fair at all—because he’s the one always refusing help. He knows what he would have done if Sirius had tried to fight David on taking Remus away that night. Drugged or not, he would have gone with David. Because he may not remember the night in detail, but he remembers the timing. He had been days away from getting evicted. He wanted to call what Sirius had done a lie. Everything in him was angry. But he couldn’t.

“You kept this from me.” He rasps.

Sirius lets out a breath and drops his head into his hands, fingers digging into his hair. “Remus. Remus, I’m know. So sorry, baby, so sorry.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Remus feels like he’s hearing through cotton.

“Yes.” Sirius nods quickly, his eyes red when they look back to Remus. “Yes, I’m find way, but—so mad at me for even get present in beginning, for even want to help because I love you…how—” Sirius voice chokes off and his chest heaves like he can’t breathe. “How I’m tell you we meet because I want to help and—and we not even know together! Each other, I mean…”

Remus shakes his head, hands closing into tight fists. “You—you let me sleep with you…you payed me. How does that keep me from what you were trying to—what, fucking save me from?”

“No, no, Remus, try keep you safe. Want to keep you safe from men like David. Men who hurt. If I’m take up time, make sure you have enough money, don’t need to take bad job. I…” Sirius closes his eyes for a minute, letting out breath. “I sleep with you because…because I…selfish. Is right word? You are beautiful and kind and—and want you close. Think you not stay if I not make it real.” Sirius looks down. “You forget…You aren’t only one hurting when we meet.”

Remus didn’t forget. He couldn’t. His heart feels heavy whenever he thinks about it, how alone Sirius was.

Remus sniffs at that, pressing his palms into his eyes. “I…Sirius.” He looks up, holding his hands up helplessly. “Sirius.”

Sirius takes the hint of an opportunity and pushes himself forward, knees pressed between Remus’ feet, hands splayed on his thighs. “I’m never hurt. Remushya, I’m never hurt. I love you from first saw you. Not joke, Remus. I love you.” Sirius presses up on his knees, hands cupping Remus’ neck in such a tender way that Remus lets out a sob. “I’m not try to save. Baby, you are so strong, not need saving. I’m so sorry—most regret for my life is not take you away first night, New Years. Most sorry.”

Remus shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have gone with you. I—” Remus’ breath hitches. “I’m not—Sirius…”

“What?” Sirius says tenderly. thumbs gentle on the soft skin just below Remus’ ear. “Can tell me every thing.”

Remus shakes his head, pressing his hands over Sirius’. Sirius’ face lights up for a moment until Remus holds them and pushes them away from his face and back towards Sirius. Until he rises, stepping out of Sirius’ reach. “I…I’m not—I…” Remus’ turns away, face crumbling as his breathing gives him away. He wipes angrily at his sticky cheeks. “I don’t know right now.”

There’s a long stretch of silence that Remus at first takes as Sirius not knowing what to say, but when it ends with a wet exhale and a sharp sniff, Remus realizes it was Sirius crying. Remus’ heart clenches and he turns back around. Sirius’ face looks as broken down as his, and he nods without looking at Remus.

“Yes. Okay.” He chokes out, and then disappears from the room. He stays in the apartment though, which Remus is thankful for.

Remus stumbles back to the couch and more falls into it than sits. He feels cold settle into him instantly and presses his hands to his neck right where Sirius’ had been, arms crossed over his chest. He closes his eyes and tries to breathe. He hasn’t felt this sort of cold in a long time, forgotten what it was like. He doesn’t know how he ever survived being used to such a chill.

He makes a list in his head and tries to breathe.

He met Sirius. He was drugged by David and Sirius had helped him outside. Sirius had let him go, suspecting he was drugged. Sirius had been working for David at the time. Sirius had tried to get David to let Remus go home. Remus had voluntarily went with David, also suspecting something was not right.

Remus hadn’t stop himself. Why should he expect a stranger to do it?

He thinks about Sirius the first night in the hotel suite, what Remus had thought to be their first meeting. He was so gentle. It had taken Remus so horribly off guard. He remembers how scared he was, liking the way Sirius felt, the way Sirius was, so much.

He feels so—happy that he’s allowed to love Sirius now, allowed to love him the way Remus is fairly sure he loved him immediately. That first day in suite number twelve.

He won’t end that. He won’t end this.

Sirius is sitting at the end of their bed. He’s already looking up when Remus walks in, no doubt having heard him shuffling down the hall. His eyes are red and glassy, cheeks damp, and hair a mess from pulling at it. As Remus walks towards him he looks like he’s holding his breath in an attempt not to cry, but his lip is trembling and his eyes are so full of tears that the second he has to blink, they betray him.

Remus reaches forward, palms on his cheeks, brushing them away. It’s like the touch breaks him. Sirius’ next breath is a sob.

“So sorry, Remus.” His head tilts into Remus’ palm like he can’t hold himself up. “Please—not leave.”

Remus shushes him softly and kneels before him, a mirror of how Sirius was not a half hour ago. “Me too. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it. I—Sirius, you didn’t know me. I can’t expect those things of you. That isn’t fair.”

Sirius shakes his head, knuckles trailing lightly over Remus’ cheeks like he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. “Should have protect—”

“You did.” Remus’ voice shook. “You protected me for months and I never even realized. That means you weren’t doing it for anything… any gain. You were doing it for me.” He leans up on his knees, and Sirius stoops enough so that he can bring their foreheads together. “You showed me that I deserve good things in my life. That I can let people…help.” He swallows over his dry throat. “And maybe I’m still struggling with that. I am still struggling with that, but…If there’s one thing I’m sure of, its that you’re good. Sirius, you’re good, and I deserve you.” Remus curls his hands into Sirius’ hair, holding him close. “And I’ve never been able to say these things. Never in my life. And now…I can only say them—I can only say that I deserve good because of you. Because you protected me from the bad. I shouldn’t have yelled. I won’t leave, not if you don’t want me to.”

“Don’t want.” Sirius says quickly. smoothing his hands down Remus’ shoulders.

Remus nods, “Okay.” He leans down, silently asking. “Okay.”

Sirius obliges, tilting his chin up and kissing him hard. He makes a soft noise into it and presses their lips together like he can’t get close enough.

“Hate fight.” Sirius sighs.

Remus winces. “Me too. Let’s not do that.”

Sirius laughs wetly. “Yes, not do that.”

The funny thing is, Remus sort of believes it. He knows that’s what couples do, he’s seen James and Lily enough times, but…God. He believes it. Even if they do fight, he can’t imagine being angry with Sirius for more than five minutes.

“Want to know something?” Sirius breathes.

“Hm?”

“Think you’re beautiful first time I’m see you. Tell me room so hot. I’m think he’s hot.”

Remus huffs out a little laugh. “I think I knew that.”

“Just tell you again, anyway.” He kisses Remus’ damp cheek. “Beautiful when smile, beautiful when cry. Always beautiful. Come?”

Remus pushes himself up from his knees and lets Sirius gather him against his chest, hands on his hips. He wraps his legs around Sirius’ waist and tucks his face against his neck, breathing in. Sirius is warm and Remus feels a sour guilt in his chest ever doubting him, even for a moment. Sirius’ hand rubs up and down his back.

“What you want to do? Just relax, go walk, desert, go sleep. Open Christmas present?”

Remus laughs for real this time because of course. “Christmas is tomorrow.”

Sirius presses a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth. “Good present, though.” He smiles when Remus does and squeezes his hips. “Point is…know what we doing before…”

Remus nods. The clean bill of health, which meant…

“Telling you, emotion thing happen. Not have to do now. Have whole lives. Want you happy. Comfortable.” Sirius winces, smiling a little. “Hard word to say.”

Remus kisses him hard. “That.” He gasps, before leaning in again. “That is why I love you. Right there.”

Sirius hums into the kiss and Remus reaches between them, tucking his fingers beneath the hem of Sirius’ shirt.

“I want to.” He whispers, and presses his fingers up his chest. He can feel the cool metal of the ring there. “I want you.”

Remus feels Sirius shiver against him, just a little. “Whatever you want.”

Remus brushes their lips together, barely. “Take off your shirt.”

Sirius hurries to comply, reaching behind his head to tug the material free. “Next?” He smiles.

“I’m giving all of the instructions here?”

Sirius’ grin widens, his eyebrow cocks up a little. “My turn?”

Remus hums in approval.

“Take off my ring.” Sirius pulls his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment. “Put on.”

And then it’s Remus’ turn to shiver. He takes the chain between his fingers and tugs it over Sirius’ head, getting caught on his ears a moment and making them both laugh. It dangles between them, and Remus thinks about the first time he ever saw the ring. How he thought it had meant that Sirius was married, and how he’d had to deny to himself that his hopes had fallen. And then finding out what it really meant, that night in bed when he’d felt someone’s full attention for the first time in a long time, and not on his status, but on him.

Remus slips it over his head and it falls to the center of his chest. It’s warm from Sirius’ skin.

Sirius’ eyes are glued to it and his lips are parted like he’s trying to draw in air. “Nice.” He says softly, and Remus laughs.

“Yeah?”

Sirius nods. He hooks his fingers into the chain and tugs Remus closer with it. “I’m think about for long time.”

Remus leans down to kiss Sirius’ bare shoulder, right where the chain would usually rest, and then over the hard muscle there. Sirius’ voice is still a little thick from crying, and Remus wants to change that, wants to make it so all he knows is that Remus loves him.

“I’ll wear it whenever you want.” Remus kisses up his neck, over his adam’s apple, and up the other side of his jaw.

“Only necklace?” Sirius says, smile in his voice. His fingers creep up Remus’ shirt and then pushes it all the way off, making the necklace bounce back against his chest. He tucks his fingers into the waist of Remus’ pants almost immediately. “Want to see you.”

The rest of their clothes come off easy and the sheets get untucked and kicked down and then they’re in their own world, skin to skin. There’s no break or fumbling with packages. Remus’ hands fit into the jut of Sirius’ hip bones, before smoothing over to rest in the small of his back, pressing.

He could feel where Sirius was hard against his hip, warm and heavy.

“Remus.” Sirius says against his cheek and ruts softly. “Still okay?”

“You don’t have to ask.” Remus whispers back, and pushes at Sirius’ shoulders until he can flip them so he’s on top. “I’ll tell you, I will, but…I’m pretty sure I’ll always want you.”

Sirius sounds little breathless and he reaches between them, hands soft. “Just us.” He says.

Remus nods.

Sirius huffs out a little laugh. “Still need lube.” He laughs again when Remus groans. Sirius flips them back and starts to lean away. Remus holds him tighter. “Have to let go, I’m make it worth it.”

Sirius reaches for the bedside drawer, there’s a click of a cap, and then he’s back, and his mouth is hot on Remus’.

“Show you what you deserve, baby.” He breathes, and his fingers toy behind Remus’ balls, thumb rubbing gently at the base of his cock. It drives Remus insane. “Slow.” He whispers against Remus’ temple. “Gentle.”

Remus feels like his heart is trying to punch out of his chest, but he manages to tug Sirius down for a kiss just as he slips a finger inside him.

He gasps. “Not—not too slow and gentle, though.”

Sirius grins. “No?” He adds another finger.

Remus thinks about it for a second. Sirius is always so gentle, so loving. And Remus loves it. It was practically revolutionary for him when they first met, to be handled and treated with so much love. But—But he wants—

“I want to feel you.” He says, voice pitching when Sirius’ fingers speed up, just a little. “I want to feel you now, just you. And I want to feel you after.”

Sirius closes his eyes and drops their foreheads together. “Remus.”

“Fuck me, Rushya.”

Sirius lets out a breath and he leans back onto his knees, spread with Remus’ hips between them. He grips his cock, which is red and leaking pre-come onto their sheets. He gives it a few strokes, and then its shiny from the lube left on his fingers. Remus’ chest is tight with want, and he grabs his own cock, pressure firm around the base. He doesn’t want this to be over. Not for a while. The deep flush that’s working itself from Sirius’ neck to his chest really isn’t helping things.

Sirius’ eyes are dark, but the slow smile on his face is loving and almost excited. He’s the picture of lust.

“I’m take care.” He takes hold of Remus’ legs and spreads his knees wider before wrapping them around his own waist and holding them there. “Hold on tight, baby.”

Remus swears under his breath as the tip nudges at his hole. Because there’s nothing separating them. Remus can feel the warm wetness where Sirius is leaking, he can feel the hot blunt head, but all he can look at is Sirius’ face. It’s tilted down, like he’s putting everything he has into this slow slide, but his lips are parted like he’s a second away from snapping his hips forward.

The thing is, Remus kind of wants this first glide to go on forever. He also kind of just wants Sirius to go for it.

The thing is, it really shouldn’t make that much of a difference. A thin, sheen of plastic or no plastic. It’s barely a barrier at all. Except it is.

Sirius finally bottoms out, and Remus pushes himself up on his elbows to look. He moans and falls back against the sheets.

“Fuck me.”

“Is plan.” Sirius says and, like he’s read Remus’ mind, goes for it.

He can’t help the sounds that are punching out of his lungs. Sirius has reduced him to little breathy sounds and pleas of his name that are slowly getting louder. Sirius presses his hands beneath Remus’ back and buries his face in Remus’ neck and then he’s that much deeper, quicker. Sirius snaps his hips forward and all Remus can do is hold onto him and press kisses to every piece of skin he can reach. He can hear the bed nudging against the wall. He can feel the neckless against his chest and his heart pounding in his ears…and Sirius. Warm and pure.

“солнце.” Sirius gasps. “Can’t—”

“Come.” Remus scrapes his teeth against Sirius’ skin with the word.

Sirius’ back is slick as Remus tries to press him deeper, but Sirius gets the message. He pushes in and holds, grinding his hips there until he’s shaking and falling apart in Remus’ arms. He makes a noise, muffled by Remus’ skin. Remus can’t say anything at all, just gasp for air. He’s so close to the edge and he hasn’t even been touched yet. It feels a little like he’s already come, feeling Sirius spill into him, even though his cock is still a deep red at the tip and throbbing between them. He’s sure he’s never been so hard in his life.

It has to hurt a little, but Sirius keeps pushing his slowly softening cock into Remus, breath ragged against Remus’ throat.

“You come like this.” Sirius says, pushing Remus’ hands away when he goes for his erection. “You come from me inside you.”

Remus makes a high noise in his throat. “Oh god.”

Sirius breathes harshly, but he doesn’t relent. Remus’ body draw taught, his cock jumping nearly painfully against his stomach, and he comes and comes.

Sirius collapses against his chest with a groan and the pressure against his cock makes Remus jolt, but it feels like his orgasm is going on forever.

Sirius sucks bruising kisses into his neck and jaw and lets him ride it out with a loose hand around him, keeping Remus gasping until he jerks away, too sensitive.

“Fuck.” Remus pants, and then again. “Fuck.”

“Love you.” Sirius says into his skin.

Remus sighs blissfully and throws his arms around Sirius’ neck. “I love you. Fuck, you’re so hot, you’re so good. I love you so much.”

Sirius is beaming when he pulls back, proud and sweet. Stray strands of his hair are sticking to his temples. Remus has to lean forward and kiss the sheen of sweat at his throat.

They talk until it’s getting light outside. They talk about everything and nothing at all. At 1:33, Sirius remembers.

He gathers Remus to him with a little sound of realization. “Christmas, Remushya. Happy Christmas.” Then he makes an even louder sound and nearly shouts the word, “Present!” and rolls out of bed.

“Hey—” Remus laughs as he watches Sirius’ naked butt disappear down the hallway. “This is my present.”

“So many present!” Sirius voice comes from down the hall. Remus thinks he’s in his office. He distantly hears a drawer shut. It’s another few moments before Sirius reappears. He’s balancing what looks like ten packages, butt naked, and grinning over the top of them. “For my солнце.”

Remus’ heart flops in his chest. “What does that mean?”

Sirius thinks for a moment, dropping all the presents on the bed. The boxes bounce in odd directions. “Sun. But…cute sun? Baby sun? Like baby…warm…puppy…summer…” He shrugs, giving up and climbing onto the bed. “Don’t know.”

“Puppy sun.” Remus repeats, laughing. “I’ll take that, I guess.”

Sirius climbs behind him, leaning back among the pillows, and pulls Remus back against his chest. He hands him a box.

“Open first.”

“This is way too much. I only gave you…” Remus sighs, but he’s smiling and he snuggles back against Sirius.

Sirius presses a kiss to his neck, fingers running over his necklace that Remus is still wearing. “Nothing too much for you. You give me piece of home and most love ever have. Nothing too much for you, baby.”

Remus has to turn around and kiss him, and it takes a few more minutes for them to actually get to the gifts.

The first package is a series of maps. One details all of the best places to get pancakes in New York, another Donuts, and a third Pizza. Remus laughs. It isn’t at all what he expected.

“We have to use these before your next trip.”

Sirius nods. “Yes. Must.” He slides another box over to Remus.

The next few boxes are filled with other little, thoughtful things. The pair of shoes Remus looked at through the window every time they passed that one shop on the way to their favorite brunch place. Soft t-shirts that are like the ones Sirius has that Remus always stole, thick socks because Remus’ feet are always cold and Sirius always groans when Remus presses his toes against his calves when they’re in bed. A book called A Beginner’s Guide to the Russian Language. Remus starts to open that one right away, but Sirius laughs and makes him finish opening first. He pouts just a little. He’s been wanting to try and meet Sirius half way with the language barrier for a long time now.

“Privet.” He says instead, because it’s really one of the only words he can comfortably say. Then he says I love you, because it’s the only other thing he knows, even though he’s pouting. Sirius laughs at him and presses a kiss to his temple.

“All you can say is ‘hi, love you’ to me? Not bad life.”

Remus elbows him gently in the ribs.

When he comes to the last gift, though, he’s speechless.

Remus pulls the tissue paper aside to reveal a messenger bag. It’s the softest leather Remus has ever felt, a light tan, and roomy, but not bulky. He runs a hand over it, and feels a lump form in his throat when he reaches the top.

R. J. LUPIN is imprinted in gold into the leather just near the handle. Remus traces it with his fingers quietly.

Sirius rests his chin on Remus’ shoulder, fingers splayed on Remus’ ribs, thumbs rubbing softly. “Like?”

Remus nods. “Sirius…”

“For school, yes? Whenever you ready, want you to be—prepare.” He presses a kiss to Remus’ shoulder blade. “Open.”

Remus laughs softly because of course. He unbuckles the straps carefully and flips the weighty flap back. Inside are beautifully bound notebooks and a pack of Remus’ favorite pens—a cheap brand that he’s always bought because the ink never clumps.

“You were really paying attention, huh?”

Sirius hums. “Need new ones, you chew all the tops.”

“True.” Remus laughs and pulls out the last thing in the bag. At first, he thinks they’re envelopes, but then he gets a good look at them.

They’re plane tickets. To Russia.

Remus turns so he can see Sirius’ face. He’s chewing his lip nervously, eyes on Remus.

Sirius smiles, a little shakily. “Is next trip I’m talk about. Plan for us. Hope…Hope you come, too? Meet family. Mama, Papa, brother, Regulus. They…” Sirius swallows and Remus feels his hold on him get a little tighter. “They not know about me. Want to tell them, but…Is bad thing in Russia, to be gay. Not good at all. I’m know they not—they not be happy…So, want you there. Want them to know you, boy I love, before they decide. If never want see me again, okay, at least I’m try hardest. I’m…I’m hope it help them.” He tries to smile again, when it falls. “Also, want to show you home. My home.”

“Rushya…” Remus carefully lays aside the bag and the books and the clothes in favor of turning in Sirius’ arms and pressing against him. “Of course I’ll come with you.” He presses their lips together. “Of course I want to meet them. I…I want to learn everything about you.”

Sirius’ smile, although paired with glassy eyes, is bright. “Yes?” He presses a stray curl of Remus’ hair back from his face. “Is perfect because before I’m go back for work and before you start think about applications. I’m show you Moscow, I’m take you to dacha, little house for summer. You love, just us there, and water and sun…and bed.”

Remus smiles. “You take me to places like that too much and I’ll never want to do anything else.”

Sirius leans down to kiss him. “Is fine with me.”

Remus lets Sirius kiss him until he’s a little dizzy with it and he’s sure that if he hadn’t come harder than he ever had in his life a few hours ago, he’d be looking to go again.

“Sirius.” He says after a moment, peppering a few more kisses before pulling back. “Even…Even if it doesn’t go well with your family…” Remus swallows, thinking of his own parents, of how his father had turned him out of the house without even letting him gather anything. About how his mother had simply turned away. He can’t imagine what he would’ve done without James being there for him, what he would’ve done if he’d had to go through that alone. “You have me.” Remus strokes his thumb over Sirius’ bottom lip. “And you have James and Lily, too, if you’d like, and you have Sergei and the girls and…and you’re loved by so many people. Okay?”

Sirius nods, smile soft. “Mean more than anything, you know? Can be…me. You love me for it. Is true to you, too, baby.”

Remus nods, silently adoring Sirius in the dim, warm light of their bedroom, the light touch of his fingers on his skin. He doesn’t know how anything could get better than this, but he has a feeling it will. He wants everything with Sirius, even the ups and downs.

“I know that now.” Remus says. “Because of you.”

And he might call Remus the sun but, looking at Sirius now, Remus has never seen anything so bright.

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Harry Potter: What an HBO Max TV Series Could Be About

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The only real magic left in this world is intellectual property and its nigh supernatural ability to print money. With media conglomerates prioritizing their streaming services, beloved IPs have never been more valuable in garnering interest, sign-ups, and subscriptions for streaming platforms like Netflix, Disney+, and HBO Max. WarnerMedia, the owner of the lattermost streaming service, also holds the rights to the Harry Potter IP, and of course they want to conjure up ideas to bring the world of The Boy Who Lived to television.

According to The Hollywood Reporter, a Harry Potter live-action TV series is in early development at HBO Max, with the streaming service having “early-stage exploratory meetings” with writers for potential ideas. “There are no Harry Potter series in development at the studio or on the streaming platform,” HBO Max and Warner Bros said in a statement, but once again, you’d have to be as thick as Cornelius Fudge to believe they aren’t doing their darndest to extend that Galleons-filled universe.

There are loads of avenues a potential Harry Potter TV series could go down. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them has proven that Harry Potter fans will embrace different characters and time-periods and there’s plenty of in-universe history to explore. With that in mind, here’s some ideas we’d love to see tackled by a Harry Potter television series.

Harry Potter: The Complete Story

This is probably the most controversial idea. To some, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson are the definitive Harry, Ron, and Hermione and recasting their parts is considered sacrilege. However, Radcliffe seems to know that it’s an inevitability, telling IGN: “It will be interesting to see how long those films stay… it feels like there’s a sacredness around them at the moment, but that’ll go, the shine will wear off at some point. It’ll be interesting if they reboot them and just do the films again or do a series; I’m fascinated to watch.”

A series seems to be the only thing that could really capture all of the details found in the original seven book series. With 10 hour-long episodes a season, a TV series could be the most faithful adaptation of the books, covering everything that the films left out like S.P.E.W., Peeves, and lots and lots of Quidditch. Some may think it’s too soon to rehash the entire saga, while others would love to see nitty-gritty details get their shine.

The Marauders

A TV series following the exploits of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew during their mischievous years at Hogwarts during the First Wizarding War seems like the idea most ripe for exploration. While the third book in the series, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, featured a lot of exposition about the old gang and their relationships with each other, the films left a lot of the Marauders story to be implied. There would be plenty of time to feature younger versions of fan-favorite characters like Severus Snape and under-explored heroes like the Longbottoms, and the series could roll right into their graduation, the Order of the Phoenix, and that fateful Halloween night in 1981.

Riddle (or the First Wizarding War)

Speaking of the First Wizarding War, a fully-fleshed out origin story for the most notorious wizard of all-time could be a gripping miniseries. While most of Tom Marvolo Riddle’s transformation into Voldemort was explored in the Harry Potter book series and subsequent films, a TV series could dive deeper, showing his time at Hogwarts and his use of the Chamber of Secrets, the murder of Hepzibah Smith, the gathering of the Death Eaters, and his recruitment of the outcasted creatures like Giants. The series could also give POV to characters important to Voldemort’s story, like Regulus Black, Severus Snape, and Lucious Malfoy.

House of Black

An anthology series could explore one of the Wizarding World’s most notable families, the Blacks. As one of the largest, oldest, and wealthiest pure-blooded wizarding families in Great Britain, there are countless stories that could be told about all of the powerful wizards, both good and bad, from the Black family. The potential to play in different time periods and countries is definitely a draw, and writers would have the ability to create their own stories. Each episode could feature a different story about a different Black family member, but why stop with just the Black family? Maybe there could be a series about the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the twenty-eight British families that were still “truly pure-blood” by the 1930s, and all of the ways that the families overlapped, fought, and loved.

Aurors

There’s a reason that Harry becomes an Auror when he’s older, and that’s because the idea of an Auror is extremely badass. In the Wizarding World, Aurors are highly trained law enforcement officials responsible for policing the magical and keeping the peace in the Wizarding World. In Britain, Aurors are trained to investigate crimes related to the Dark Art and are often called “Dark Wizard catchers.” A crime procedural set in the Harry Potter universe? Sign us up!

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We know there have to be baddies other than Voldemort and Death Eaters up to no good, so a series could explore all of the nefarious things that people are using magic for and the folks tasked with stopping them. Training is supposedly rigorous, so maybe our story begins with a new recruit. Hell, maybe this series is just a magical version of Training Day. Wait, isn’t that what that horrible Netflix movie Bright was supposed to be about? Damn, well there’s still plenty of potential here for an action-packed TV series.

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Let’s do an American coming-of-age high school series set in the Harry Potter universe! After spending so much time at Hogwarts, I’m sure fans would love to see what wizarding school is really like across the pond. Known for being the least elitist of all of the Wizarding Schools, an Ilvermorny-set series could expand on some of the class issues that the new Saved by the Bell reboot on Peacock is tackling.

Ilvermorny also has a rich history and a series could highlight the story of founder Isolt Sayre, her “No-Maj” husband James Steward and their struggle against Isolt’s evil aunt Gormlaith Gaunt. With so much known about the Wizarding World in the U.K., perhaps a new Harry Potter property could flesh out the Wizarding World in North America.

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With so much lore and so many expanded-universe stories still left to tell on screen, the Wizarding World of Harry Potter is ripe for further expansion. Have an idea for a Wizarding series? Let us know in the comments!

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Sirius going back in time to save James. Confusion and angst ensues.

((A/N: Age difference between past James and 30 yr old Sirius, also cw for depression cause Sirius was in Azkaban))

Sirius must have fucked this up somehow. Of all the things in his life he wanted to keep safe and protected, his family was number one. Not the Black Family, with all the relatives that wanted muggles dead or worse. His family. James and Regulus and Remus and Peter. They were the four people Sirius thought he'd do anything for, but James and Regulus had died and Peter had betrayed them and Sirius hadn't trusted Remus enough. All mistakes, all his, and he should've been able to see. Peter hadn't always secretly hated them or some rot, he'd been scared. If Sirius had protected him better, he never would have betrayed James. If Sirius had trusted Remus a bit more, he would've gone to him with Harry instead of leaving the baby with Hagrid and hoping that Dumbledore would protect him when he had so many other things to be looking out for.

He saw Peter, transformed as Wormtail, in the Prophet, and he knew that he had to get out. Harry would never be safe around someone that had betrayed his parents to their death, and even though Sirius had failed at everything else, he wasn't going to fail at this. With that thought firmly in mind, he transformed into Padfoot and slipped under the bars. It was a tight fit, the stone scraping painfully against his belly, but he made it. As a human he wouldn't stand a chance, but he knew how much more abuse he could take like this and jumped off into the water.

Hitting it was like that time he'd fallen from a tree: real fucking painful, like he was hitting unyielding ground instead of fluid water. He sank low and he knew that even though it was too dark to see, and by the time he surfaced, his lungs were burning with the need to breathe and he gasped before the current pulled him back under. It was a constant struggle, trying to get a big enough breath to stay alive before he was pulled under again, and then the exhaustion started to creep in. Sirius started to worry that he'd die before he made it to the shore, but eventually he felt something solid under his paws and scrambled closer to it. The beachfront was a long way from him, but it was easier to make his way there now that he could walk instead of trying to swim.

He'd heard of 'the feeling of freedom' but he'd never understood it until this moment. No more bars, no more Dementors accompanying the constant chill of the ocean. He could go further inland and never have to see the ocean again, he could do it. He was free. Not in name and not officially, but right now was the most freedom he'd tasted in over a decade. Merlin, it had been more than ten years since- since everything. He'd lived three sections of ten years. The first ten he barely remembered. The second ten were where he found his life, and half of that was spent being miserable because of his parents and that sodding family legacy they insisted he uphold, and the last ten had been spent in a prison that was basically hell on earth.

He was free. And it was stupid and dangerous but when the fuck had he ever let that stop him. He transformed back into himself, wanting to experience it as a human, just for a minute. The smell of salt water was less sharp, the cold just as deep in his bones, but the sight... the moon was starting to wane, but it still filled the night with light, accompanied by hundreds of bright stars. He hadn't been able to see that in Azkaban-- he'd been able to see the water and waves and in the distance a very far off horizon. It was nothing like this. He took a deep breath, collapsing back on the wet sand for a minute as he stared, mesmerized, at the sky.

Sirius didn't know how long he looked, but it was longer than he should have. He needed to find Harry, make sure he was okay, try and track down Peter, and find some damn food. Not necessarily in that order.

This wasn't right. Something was horribly, horribly wrong because the newspapers were talking about attacks from Death Eaters and the growing rise of Voldemort (or You Know Who, as they all printed it). How had Fudge been visiting for years and never once mentioned that? All those idiots in the Ministry thought that Sirius was a bloody Death Eater, how had he not heard about it? Padfoot walked closer to the newsstand to look at the details, then sat heavily when he saw the most important part: the date. January 3rd, 1978. The seventies. Merlin, in- in the seventies, they'd been at Hogwarts, James had still been alive. His breath caught. James was still alive.

He needed to get to Hogwarts. It was a long trip from Diagon Alley to Hogwarts. He didn't have a wand, money, or transportation. He could get a wand, but the easiest way to get one would be if he had money. He wasn't morally opposed to stealing a bit from one of the rich arseholes walking down the street in robes that cost hundreds of galleons, but he didn't know how to pickpocket without a wand. Even if he did know, he looked too scraggly in human form to get away with it.

If it was '78, Sirius could go to Grimmauld Place. He wouldn't exactly be welcome, but he knew how to get in and Black blood was never kicked out. If his parents were there, they'd have to deal with him more than the other way around. Worst case scenario was that they give him a hex or two as they boot him out the door, and he'd dealt with worse.

He made his way across London to get there, stopping a couple times to rest and eat, but he had plenty of time before the day was over by the time he walked up the steps. There was a familiar shudder of magic as he reached the doorstep, hiding him from view. He transformed and leaned against the frame. Knocking was less likely to get him cursed, but he also didn't look like someone you wanted showing up on your doorstep. Nothing for it though, and he knocked loudly. There was the crack of Disapparation, then the door opened, showing Kreacher glaring up at him suspiciously. Gods but Sirius had hated him. He had bigger things to worry about. "Sir is of the Black Family," he said, narrowing his eyes.

"Is the master of the home here?" Sirius asked, then wanted to wince. He hadn't said anything since he got free, and his voice sounded so much worse in the normal world than it had from his cell. Orion had always been easier to deal with-- so much easier to manipulate, honestly. All Sirius had had to do was lie once or twice and he was golden, but Walburga had always demanded total devotion and obedience.

"Kreacher can't let you in without an invitation, Kreacher is a good elf."

"Can you tell him a member of his House wants to speak with him?"

A pause, then Kreacher nodded, the tips of his ears flapping with the motion. He closed the door, and Sirius blew out a breath. Standing was tiring. Everything was tiring. He wanted to spend all his time sleeping or eating in a comfortable place, was that so much to ask? It was only a minute that he was waiting before the door opened again, and Orion Black in all his glory was standing on the other side. "Thank you Kreacher, that will be all."

Kreacher bobbed his head once, then disappeared with another crack.

"Who are you to ask to see me?"

"Just a member of the family."

Orion ran a scathing eye down his body and less than impressive state. "Not one we were missing."

"With all the losses you've been taking recently, and the members not listening to you, do you really want to turn away someone without knowing what they could offer?"

Orion's expression hardened. "You know nothing of this family. Say what you're here for or leave."

Sirius could try to get in his good graces-- which would end horribly since he had no intention of delivering on any of them-- or he could do as ordered. "I need a wand."

"What happened to yours?"

"Taken by the Ministry when they threw me in Azkaban."

Orion looked at him for a long moment. "I give you a wand-- one you can keep-- and you don't ask me for anything further unless your offer will be genuine."

"Done." It wasn't surprising that Orion hadn't believed his bullshit-- he was out of practise, after all-- but that he was going to help was all that Sirius cared about. Instead of panicking at the proof that he was somehow in the past, he was taking it in stride. James was alive. All he had to do was save James and everything will have been worth it. Everything.

Orion opened the door wider, letting him in. He watched him with a careful eye the entire time, either looking for an attack or making sure that Sirius didn't have sticky fingers. It didn't matter how closely he watched though, because all Sirius needed was a half decent wand. Like so many other things, the wand would probably be a family heirloom, and if it was connected to the family magic, that made it better than any secondhand shops he could have tried.

They walked through the halls, and all Sirius could think was that he hated this place so sodding much. It had been oppressive and ugly and dangerous on a bad day. He'd much preferred the Potter Mansion, with all their windows and rich colours; they certainly hadn't had old house elf heads hanging on the wall. Merlin, Euphemia and Fleamont were still alive too. They wouldn't recognise him-- he wasn't sure he'd recognise himself if he looked in the mirror right now-- but the pull to go see them was almost stronger than to the need to see James. Almost. He'd always felt so safe and protected around them, the parents he'd never had but always wanted.

Orion led him to an unfamiliar room, clearly a storage area of some sort. There were cabinets lining all the walls, tables crammed into the center of the room with every centimeter of them covered in baubles and trinkets. He went over to one of the cabinets and opened a long but short drawer, filled with wands. "Pick one."

Sirius stepped up next to him and tried not to snicker at the subtle way Orion leaned away from him. He skimmed the tips of his fingers over the handles, waiting for one to react to him. If none of them did, he was going to pick one of the black wooded ones and go since he'd never been a fan of the lighter woods for himself. It didn't come to that though, as one of the black ones-- rather long, with a simple thin handle-- warmed at his touch. He picked it up, and it was the same feeling that he'd gotten back in Ollivanders' for his first wand. "Thanks," he said to Orion.

"Remember our agreement," was his response, as though Sirius had taken his inch and now thought to try for a mile.

"As if I'd want to stay here," Sirius said drily. "Thank you for the wand, I have no intention of seeing you again."

"Good, see that you don't." Orion closed the drawer, and Sirius would have put the wand away if he had somewhere secure to put it. Always a joy dealing with his father.

The walk back to the front door was much quicker, with Orion eager to get rid of him and Sirius eager to be on his way. Sirius stepped down the steps out of the enchantments, then Disapparated. He landed just outside Hogsmeade and found himself breathless again. Hogwarts. His first real home. The half formed plan in his head went shooting out like it had never existed. Instead of staying in the village as Padfoot to get a feel for the climate, he started walking towards the castle. Sirius was from the damn future and he needed help. Yeah he could survive on his own for a while, but he wouldn't be able to see James like this, and how was he supposed to live in a place where there was another Sirius Black? He wasn't prepared to deal with any of this, so he was going to make Dumbledore deal with it instead. The war hadn't really started yet, the old man couldn't be that busy.

He waved his newly acquired wand at himself, getting the mess off. Another flick of his wrist and the stench vanished. He didn't care to stop and take care of his clothes (and hair and beard) because it would take too long, but this was a definite improvement. A deranged looking man walking on a school campus drew some attention, but all Dumbledore did was send Professor McGonagall to intercept him. She did the whole 'protective of her students' thing, which Sirius could appreciate, and since he didn't feel like explaining this-- it didn't help that he had no idea how to explain it, either-- they walked the rest of the way in silence.

Professor McGonagall said the password-- currently 'fire beetles'-- and the gargoyle hopped aside.

Once Sirius was standing in front of the Headmaster, McGonagall left. Dumbledore was looking at him seriously, not a hint of good humour behind his spectacles. He was just as Sirius remembered him, if not as downtrodden by the losses the Order was taking. "Who are you?"

"Sirius Black. I would say the one and only, but that's not exactly true."

"You're from the future," he stated, and Sirius shrugged.

"As far as I can tell."

"Why? What did you need to change?"

"You're acting like I did this on purpose." Sure he'd been thinking about a few past regrets, but everyone had those, and as far as he knew, no one else had gotten catapulted to the past without any effort on their part. He'd been getting the fuck out of Azkaban and that was it.

"Did you not?"

"No."

Dumbledore gave him a considering look. "Then why did you come to me?"

Sirius shrugged again. "You always know what to do, and I don't have anywhere else to go."

"You want me to have all the answers."

"Yeah."

"When I hardly know what has happened."

"I'm the one it happened to, and I don't know what's going on. What do you expect?"

"Answers. But, you look tired. Get some rest, I'll have a room prepared for you here, and so long as you stay out of sight, we can-"

"No."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

He wasn't going to go from one prison to another. It didn't matter the intent, he wasn't going to stay anywhere that he couldn't leave if he wanted. So Dumbledore gave him that look, and Sirius gave him the same look back. It probably didn't have the same effect when he was unkempt and his hair was a scraggly mess, but he didn't really care.

Dumbledore pulled some strings and got him a little place in Hogsmeade as a compromise. He was close to Hogwarts (and Dumbledore), but still had his own space. The first thing Sirius did was eat, and the second was sleep. But the fourth thing (after eating again and savoring the taste of warm food that didn't taste half rotted) he did was shave. He'd never liked beards. Back in his fifth year or so, he'd tried growing one just to see if he could-- he couldn't-- and that had been enough to let him know that he never wanted one. At first he'd trimmed it short, but even that scruff had made him want to claw it off. He went a little too close to his skin, nearly cutting himself more than once, but the smoothness he got afterwards was worth it. He must have spent twenty minutes afterwards sitting on the floor-- the couch was too soft-- running his hand over his jaw.

The hair was more complicated. When he was a kid, he'd kept it short, never long enough to tie back. Cutting it up to his shoulders felt... too short, almost. Less like who he was and too much like who he used to be. Spending that much time in a fucking cage had changed him, whether he liked it or not. He trimmed it a little. Braided it some days, just for something to do with his hands to try and get the fine motor control he hadn't known he'd lost. Other days he pulled it back, winding the hair around itself again and again until he had a thick bun atop his head.

He spent most of his time laying on the floor staring at the ceiling thinking either about James or nothing at all. He'd start when the sun was up, and sometimes so much time would pass that the next time he looked outside it would be dark. Sometimes he went outside and laid in the grass doing the same thing, just because he could. James was close, and more than once a day he found himself ready to walk up to the school and find him, but what would he say? That was what stopped him. James had a much better Sirius by his side, and there was no easy way to explain what had happened to make him like this, and no way at all to explain what had happened to James that Sirius would now be so desperate to see him. James didn't need to be told that he'd get killed, and if Sirius could help it, it wouldn't happen this time. Not to be a dramatic bitch, but he'd rather go back in Azkaban than deal with James dying again.

It was completely illogical, but when James bloody Potter showed up in his house one day, Sirius's immediate thought was that he'd been thinking about him so much that James had heard it. Thankfully, he kept that to himself. He stared at James for a long moment. Too long for it to be considered normal, but James was staring back at him the entire time so it's not like he could complain about it.

"You look just like him," James said suddenly, and Sirius was about to start fucking crying. James. He wasn't as filled out as he was the last time Sirius had seen him and his voice wasn't quite as deep, but it was undeniably him.

"Like who?" Sirius said, even though there could only be one person he was talking about.

"Sirius. He's my best mate," James explained, because he didn't know that Sirius knew that already. "You're like an older, more sad version of him."

Sirius snorted. "Thanks. Is that why you broke in?"

"Your door was unlocked, I didn't break anything."

"Pretty sure walking into someone's house uninvited is still a crime."

"You won't tell anyone," James said confidently.

"You sure about that?" Sirius asked, even though there was no way in hell he'd tell anyone. Who would he even tell? Dumbledore? Yeah, he really wanted to get into that with the old man.

"'Course I am, or I wouldn't have tried it." He accompanied the statement with a cocksure grin, and Sirius wanted to kiss it off his face.

James sat down next to him and was leaning over slightly to look at him. Everything in his body language made Sirius think James might like it if they kissed, and that was confusing as all hell. "What do you think is gonna happen here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Sirius snorted, looking away and back to the ceiling. He could still see James. "I'm too old for you."

James immediately dropped the pretense. "No you're not, too old would be sixty."

"Why don't you find your friend that I look just like and do this with him."

His mouth twisted; he didn't think that young Sirius would want to. The thought seemed ludicrous, but also... was it? It wasn't until they were out of Hogwarts that Sirius had realised how he felt, and by that point it had been far too late to do anything about it. He'd always thought that his feelings started long before that, but he'd turned it over in his head so many times that there was no way to be sure. "He's not interested," James said. "Besides, you're different. Sirius is so focused on having fun that he doesn't want to tie himself down for an instant."

He remembered that. He'd gotten out of under his mother's thumb and not been willing to do anything that reminded him of living there. Dating was fine, committing to anything like a relationship had been out of the question because it was too close to thinking about his future. Merlin, what a fucked up situation. James put a tentative hand on his cheek, rubbing his thumb across Sirius's cheekbone slowly, and Sirius amended that to what a fucked up seduction. Technically he could say no to this, but it was a far off possibility, like Sirius getting married and having children with the white picket fence. It was possible for him to say no by the letter of the word, but it was never going to happen. If he was going to say no, he would have kicked James out as soon as it became clear why he was here.

"I've erm-" James stopped and licked his lips. His eyes darted to the side and he moved. Never let it be said that James Potter was a coward. He threw one leg over Sirius and seated himself on his lap, straddling him. He didn't need steadying, but Sirius's hands went to his hips automatically. "I've seen you sitting outside. You always look-" he stopped again, biting his lip then releasing it. "What did you lose to make you so sad all the time?"

"Everything," Sirius said quietly, but he wasn't thinking about losing James, because James was here now, sitting on him and looking like all he wanted to do was make him feel better.

"Well you can- you can start over, right? That's why you're here, to start a new everything."

"Is that your official opinion or is that what you're hoping?"

"It's true either way, isn't it?"

Sirius had never been good at admitting when he was wrong, so he didn't say anything.

James started to lean down, and Sirius's heart beat harder in his chest. "I've er- just- don't get mad if I'm total shite at this, alright?" And that was all he said before he kissed him. It was a soft, cautious pressing of their lips together, and Sirius brought one of his hands up to cup the back of James's head. James kissed him again, harder this time. Again and again until James was moving against him like he had something to prove-- and maybe he thought he did, but the truth was that James never had to prove himself to Sirius. He'd take everything James offered, and maybe he'd hope for me but he wouldn't dare to ask.

Sirius knew that he should stop it the same way he knew he should have told James to leave and go back to the castle when he'd first come in the house. He didn't do a damn thing to stop it other than asking every now and then if James was sure; James always said yes.

It was entirely comical that after they'd had a completely ill advised shag on the bed Sirius never used, James said, "You should eat more."

Sirius snorted, and that turned into a full body laugh.

"Hey, c'mon, I'm not taking the piss."

That just made Sirius laugh harder, because James never used that phrase. He was trying to seem older by cursing because he still thought he had to prove something to him, and that was hilarious. When Sirius finally stopped laughing, James was pouting. "I know," Sirius said, still snickering a little as he ruffled James's hair.

James bat away his hand. "'m not a kid," he muttered petulantly, trying-- for the first time Sirius had ever seen-- to flatten it back down.

"That's the first time I've laughed in..." twelve years. He wasn't going to admit that. "Thanks."

"Well." James sniffed, trying to save face. "You're welcome."

Sirius reeled him in for a kiss, then gave his chest a shove. "You should get back."

"You kicking me out?" James asked, raising an eyebrow, but there was no fear there. He knew that Sirius was as capable of doing that as he was saying no to him.

"I didn't say you had to get back, only that you should."

"Mmhmm." James snuggled into the bed, wrapping an arm around Sirius and shifting until he managed to find a comfortable position. It meant that Sirius was going to try and sleep in this thing, apparently.

He didn't want to ask, but he found the words coming out of his mouth anyways. "Are you going to visit again?"

"'course," James answered immediately. "Aren't we dating now?"

"Would you let me say no?" Sirius asked, amused.

"Nope."

"Then yes. But maybe don't tell anyone you're dating a bloody thirty year old. I like my bollocks right where they are, thanks."

James laughed. "No one would do that."

Young Sirius definitely would. "Whatever you say, Jamie."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Makes me feel like a baby."

Sirius paused, wondering if that was true for everyone, or if it was an age difference thing. "Alright. Just plain James from now on."

Silence for a minute, then, "You never told me your name."

He couldn't tell him 'Sirius' because there was only one living person with that name in the Wizarding World. "Siri." Close enough that he'd respond, but the first time around this life, Sirius hadn't had nicknames. He'd gone by either Sirius or Padfoot and that was it. Hopefully James wouldn't read too much into it, but it's not like he'd figure out the truth with just that. Probably wouldn't, at least. Sirius sighed, wondering how much Dumbledore was going to kill him when he found out about this.

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Imagine you find out Remus is a werewolf

You were ready to kill someone. Or at least maim them. At the very least hex the everloving shit out of them. Remus had been hurt before and you had let it go but you were done. This was the fourth time he’d been in the hospital wing since you had become friends with him and you were beyond pissed off.

When Remus hadn’t shown up for breakfast, you were ready to pass it off as him sleeping in or feeling a bit under the weather. He had seemed stressed the last couple of days anyway and he deserved a bit more rest after all of his recent revision. If it hadn’t been for how suspicious everyone had acted, you probably wouldn’t have thought twice. But James jumped at the chance to distract you, Sirius started telling old stories from classes you had shared, and Peter dutifully avoided your gaze. No one dared to even mention Remus’ name.

It didn’t take you long to figure out that Remus wasn’t in the best state and that they trying they’re damndest to keep you from noticing. You only just had the patience to wait until the end of breakfast before you were able to sneak away from the Great Hall under the guise of going to class. With barely a passing thought to the class you were skipping, you raced down to the hospital wing, undeniably certain that Remus would be there.

Stepping into the hospital wing, it seemed almost as though there was no one there. Pomfrey didn’t seem to be there at the very least; she usually spent her time bustling around and cleaning sheets and finishing up a few potions and mixes for her healing. She was undeniably absent from the main room, however, and all the beds were empty. You weren’t deterred. There were a couple private rooms in the hospital wing, reserved for extremely sensitive or private matters. You had earned yourself one of those back in fourth year when you had fallen to a dark curse in Hogsmeade. The damage had been brutal and the whole school had heard of it. Pomfrey didn’t have time to deal with distraction so she had ensured you had the privacy you needed to make the painful recovery.

With no preamble, you wordlessly unlocked all the doors in the room with a swish of the wand and threw the nearest one open. No one there. It was at the second door, at the back of the hospital wing altogether, that you found Remus, laying in bed with so many wounds you couldn’t count them. He might have been sleeping, but as soon as the door open he shot upright. The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper at the pain of it, the sound freezing you in place.

“What happened to you?” you managed to say. You could hear the strain in your own voice but there wasn’t much you could do about it. You hadn’t expected it to be this bad. Remus was covered in scratches and wounds, crisscrossing his arms and his collarbone, a couple landing on his neck. His shirt covered up most of the damage but you could see the blood seeping through some of the wounds that must have been lining his chest.

Remus opened his mouth and then shut it. He usually had such a way with words; he was a mediator and peacemaker for the most troublesome kids in school, so he had gotten used to such things. This time he had no idea what he could possibly say to make things right and that realization alone made your head spin.

“You-you’re in the hospital wing. And those wounds aren’t gone yet, which means that they’re not just scratches. That’s dark magic. It has to be.” You might have been talking to yourself. Even you weren’t actually sure.

“Y/N,” he said, raising a hand in front of him. “I—uh, I can explain.” He dropped into silence. He was at a loss for words but you weren’t.

“Who did this to you, Remus?” you asked. You noticed your hands were shaking so you crossed your arms to hide it. “Who the hell is it? Because you keep on ending up here, you keep on ending up hurt and in the hospital wing and I’m not stupid, okay? I know you’re not just-just tired or clumsy or being dumb, because you’re not like that. And I don’t know if your friends believe that but I don’t. Someone is hurting you and you’re going to tell me who.”

Remus breathed raggedly, struggling to shift to sit further upright, his hand raised in front of him in an appeasing gesture. “Please, Y/N, it’s not like that. I’m fine. You shouldn’t even be here.” His voice was clearly strained but whatever pain he was in, he seemed determined to hide it from you.

“I shouldn’t be here?” you repeated. You were finding it hard to keep your tone in check and before you knew it you were nearly shouting. “Remus, do you hear yourself?! You’re in the hospital wing, and we’re in the middle of a war! You can’t be keeping secrets, not now. If someone is hurting you, you have to tell someone, you can’t just go it alone!”

“Y/N, please, just let it go. Leave it alone, I’m fine, I promise I am. Just trust me!” Remus’ voice took on a pleading and broken quality and you winced. Finally quieting, you moved closer to sit on Remus’ bed. He slid back with a grimace at the movement to make more room for you, pulling his legs in so you could sit at the foot of it.

“Remus, I—” You paused and took a deep breath. “I need to know what’s going on with you, okay? Because you’re my friend and I really care about you. And-and I hate seeing you hurt. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s happening.” You waited to see if Remus would speak up but he didn’t. “You’ve been in the hospital wing four times in as many months. And look at you! You’re covered in blood and scratches and it has to be dark magic because the only things that don’t heal are dark magic and—and—”

You froze. You looked quickly from Remus’ wounds to his eyes and realized that he suddenly looked terrified.

“Please just drop it,” he whispered. “Just go, Y/N, please.”

You felt sick suddenly. “You disappear all the time. Even before we were friends I knew that. Except now I know where you disappear to. You go here. You’re-you’re always here, Remus. You get hurt and you come here, at least once—” At least once a month. You shifted approaches. “We had an astronomy lesson a couple days ago. You were there for that one, but you looked-you looked sickly. I asked you if you were okay and you told me you were. I-I remember Professor Toren saying that we couldn’t see some of the stars so well. Because it was too bright. The moon was almost full.”

Remus looked agonized. “Y/N—”

“And that was a couple days ago. The full moon was last night, wasn’t it? And if I looked up the dates, i-it would line up with the times you’ve been hurt, wouldn’t it? All the days you mysteriously go missing, it’s always right after the full moon, right?”

Remus’ shoulders dropped. You could see the exact moment when he gave up on keeping it from you, the moment where the tension leaked from his frame and all that was left was a shadow of who he had been.

“Please let me explain,” he said hollowly. “At least give me that, please give me that.”

You were too shocked to speak. Without meaning to, you shifted slightly back in your seat. Remus’ eyes followed the motion with a pained expression. After a moment, you nodded.

Y-you have to understand I would never hurt anyone. I would never hurt anyone on purpose, I-I can’t help it that I turn but we’re doing everything we can to keep everyone safe. This school—it was my only chance. Dumbledore was the only one who would take me in, no one else would be willing to accept a-a werewolf as a student. This is my only chance, Y/N, just—please don’t tell anyone.”

You shook your head and cleared your throat, putting your hand to your mouth. “Werewolves . . . they have to be turned, right? You weren’t born like this?” You dropped your gaze to the bed so you could collect your thoughts. “I-I know you’re a good person, I’ve seen it. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. But when you turn, you aren’t like that. You’re not you, right? We talked about it in class. Werewolves have no control once they turn. That must be . . . horrible.”

You took a deep breath and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“When did it happen? When were you bitten?” You were afraid to know the answer but you had to. Your world was spinning in front of your eyes and you couldn’t make sense of it. Everyone described werewolves as monsters and mutts, but Remus was sitting there right in front of you, with sad eyes and a terrible weight on his shoulders that you couldn’t begin to understand.

“I was four,” he answered quietly. “My dad worked in the Ministry. He realized one day that a man brought in for questioning was a werewolf. He tried to convince the Ministry but they didn’t believe him. He got angry and said—said terrible things about werewolves. And the man turned the next night and came to our house. He attacked me to get back at my father.

“My dad, he managed to fight the werewolf off, but he didn’t get there in time. I was bitten. And I’ve turned at every full moon after that. And you-you have to know what that’s like. I didn’t want this, I didn’t ask for it. I-I hate that I turn every month and I hate what I become. I ruined my parents lives, being like this. We were always moving, and we never had enough money, they were always looking for ways to help me. If I get kicked out of Hogwarts, it’ll—it’ll destroy them, Y/N. They’ve already sacrificed so much for me. And this is the only shot I’ll get, if this falls through—”

You lifted your head to look Remus in the eye and he stopped. After a moment you finally found it in yourself to speak. “You were four,” you said. “You were four years old when a werewolf broke into your home and attacked you. And you’re sitting there looking guilty and trying to convince me that you deserve a second chance. Remus, I-I’m not going to tell anyone. None of this is your fault, it’s just—I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’ve got it so hard and that no one even knows. Everyone hates werewolves—that’s just how it’s always been but that doesn’t make sense. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met and—”

You realized suddenly that you were choked up. “Shit, Remus. You’re hurt and bleeding and—and I can’t even beat up the person who did it to you because it was, well, you. I mean, if I ever find the werewolf that turned you I’m going to kick his ass. He deserves hell for what he’s done to you. But—”

“Y/N,” Remus said firmly. “I’m okay. Look at me, okay? I’m okay.”

Your resolve vanished. One moment you were sitting and the next you had lunged at him, tackling him in a hug so sudden that he fell back onto the bed in surprise. He let out a surprised gasp at the pain and you were quick to jump back. “Shit, sorry, you’re hurt,” you realized. You quickly began to move back and give him more space.

Before you could get too far away, Remus grabbed your wrist to keep you near.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said earnestly. “You don’t know how much your support means to me.”

You gave a slightly watery laugh, shaking your head. “That’s dumb. You’re the same old Remus anyway. You’re just a lot tougher than I gave you credit for. But . . . yeah. I’m here for you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Everyone Lives AU

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Chapter Fifteen The Unbreakable Vow

The first Quidditch match of the year also marked the beginning of the run up to Christmas. After an intensive rivalry game, the castle always transformed into a festive collection of evergreen trees and baubles. It seemed to Harry that there was more mistletoe hung in the corridors than in previous years. Or perhaps it only appeared that way because each time he walked by, a cluster of girls was there, waiting. Luckily, he knew enough of the castle’s secret passages to avoid these traps.

Ron was traditionally jealous of the attention Harry received, and under other circumstances he might have been annoyed at the number of detours they had to take to navigate the castle. However, this year, Ron found it all highly amusing. Perhaps because Ron had his own source of constant attention from Lavender Brown, he did not have reason to be jealous of Harry.

For Harry’s part, he could do without Lavender Brown being attached to Ron during meal times and in the common room in the evening. He preferred to eat his dinner and finish his homework without the unfortunate sounds that accompanied the manic kissing that took place between the two of them. Their intense passion did, however, mean that it was not so difficult to slip away and spend time with Hermione. She was, unsurprisingly, not speaking to Ron.

Harry, as Ron’s best friend, found it difficult to maintain his two friendships. He had to listen to Ron, on one hand, justify his relationship to Lavender at each turn. “I never promised Hermione anything,” he said as they studied in the common room. “I mean, alright, we were going to Slughorn’s Christmas party, but as friends — she never said… I’m a free agent.”

And Harry, in the interest of keeping Ron as a friend, said nothing.

When Lavender came by for her nightly ritual of entangling herself in Ron’s arms, Harry slipped down to the library, where he would often find Hermione. There, he could listen to Hermione justify her definite lack of jealousy. “He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes. I couldn’t care less.”

And in the interest of keeping Hermione as a friend, Harry kept his mouth shut. It seemed that the only friend he could really talk to anymore was Neville.

When Harry had told his parents he did not want to be stuck between Hermione and Ron, he had not expected it to be this bad.

As the Christmas holidays, and thus the full moon, drew near, Harry was glad to have the mirror to talk to Remus. It helped to have someone who actually understood. Neville could only partially commiserate, as he avoided Ron as often as possible these days, but Remus knew what Harry was going through. Harry also learned quite a bit about his parents during their time with Hogwarts, and he was particularly surprised to hear that their fights and make-ups were often very public common room events. He was not surprised to learn that Sirius and Peter had coordinated an entire betting pool based on these fights.

“You didn’t stop them as Prefect? Wasn’t Dad Head Boy? Shouldn’t he have done something?”

Remus laughed. “I’m not sure James knew. And, well, I’ve never been able to tell Sirius that he couldn’t do something. He even had an illegal butterbeer trade going on for a while. For someone who was able to turn such a profit in school, he certainly squanders money quickly.”

Harry leaned back into the pillows of his dormitory bed. Hermione may have hated it, but Harry found that Muffliato allowed him to be much more comfortable when talking to his parents through the mirror, rather than having to hide in the bathroom and hope that the bath water would muffle his conversation.

“Are… are you and Sirius talking again?” Harry asked tentatively.

Remus’s smile vanished and the colour seemed to drain from his face. “Er — no. I’m afraid Sirius and I have nothing new to say to each other. Ah — looks like your mother’s finished the potion. Let me pass you off to James.”

Harry had never seen Remus so eager for such bitter medicine.

Once the awkwardness of being carried from one room to another had settled, and Harry had a view of his father’s forehead, he said, “He didn’t look mad at Sirius, but he said that they still aren’t talking.”

“No, I don’t think Remus is angry anymore,” James agreed, and adjusted the mirror so his face was in the center. “His transformations have actually been better since Sirius got back, if only because it gives your mum an extra hand with the healing charms.”

“She did it all on her own before?”

“Sort of. She asked Nympha — er, Tonks to help with the full moon just before Halloween. I don’t know what went wrong, exactly, but Tonks made it clear to your mum that she was happy to help with potions if necessary, but she wasn’t going to stick around for any more sunrises. She wouldn’t say why, but I imagine she and Remus had a fight.”

“Have Remus’ transformations been bad?”

“September and October were… not very much fun for anyone involved.” James ran a hand through his hair, and though his eyes were distant, he smiled at Harry. “Don’t worry. November was much better; your mother’s got it well in hand. And with Sirius back, he’ll be able to help your mother with healing charms, though I doubt we’ll need many of them. I’m sure you can give her a hand too.”

Harry didn’t know how much help he could be, but he was glad that his father seemed to think he’d be useful. “So we’re spending Christmas at home this year?”

“That’s the plan. It’s hard to know what the Order will need from us, but we’ll certainly be here Christmas Eve for the full moon, and we’ll have a leisurely Christmas Day to recover. Speaking of Christmas, your mum mentioned last night that you’re going to one of Slughorn’s parties. Is that right?”

“Yeah, he asked Hermione to make sure I could be there. I really don’t want to be.”

“Your mum didn’t care much for the Slug Club in her day, either. Slughorn was alright, but most of the club was purebloods, and she never felt welcome with them. I hope things have changed for Hermione’s sake.”

“Hermione says she has a good time. You and Remus weren’t ever invited?”

“Remus was too quiet and not good enough in Potions to attract Slughorn’s attention. Sirius and I did, but we always had better things to do than sit in a stuffy room with a stuffy professor. But you’ll have other friends there, won’t you?”

“I suppose — Ginny’s taking Dean. And I asked Hermione if we could go together as friends, but she’s said she’s got someone already. She said I’d better pick someone quickly, or someone’s going to slip me a love potion.”

“Love potions are a dangerous business. They’re not just silly tricks. Be careful. When I was Head Boy I confiscated quite a few.”

Harry eyed the chocolates on the end of his bed that Romilda Vane had handed to him on his way upstairs that evening. He hadn’t planned to open them, but now he thought it might be worth setting them on fire before he fell asleep tonight.

“I’ll be sure to keep an eye on my pumpkin juice,” he said. “Apparently love potions are a popular Weasley product.”

James frowned. “I wonder if they’re effective? I’ll have to talk to them about it…. It’s not right to take away someone’s self-control like that. Headless Hats and Puking Pastilles are one thing, but love potions….”

Harry recalled Dumbledore’s theory that Voldemort had been conceived under the use of a love potion and agreed with his father’s distaste for them, but he still hadn’t told them about his lessons yet, so he bit the comment back and simply said, “I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Take a friend with you, Harry. One friend at a party can make all the difference between merriment and misery.”

“Sure. I’ll just ask Neville in the morning.”

“Why not?”

Harry did not think that Neville would enjoy being asked, nor that asking Neville would curtail the love potion problem, but he didn’t voice his reasons to his father. Instead, he only rolled his eyes. “Good night, Dad. Tell Mum hello from me. Best not to interrupt her while she’s making Remus’s potion.”

“You just don’t want her to tease you about not having someone for the party.”

“You’re the one teasing me.”

“Only because I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad. And Mum. And Remus. And Sirius if you see him.”

“I’ll pass it along. Sleep well, Harry. Sweet dreams.”

“Thanks. You too.”

As Harry tucked the mirror into his bedside table and ended the spell that muffled his conversation, he knew that he would be able to at least partially comply with his father’s wishes. He would not dream of Voldemort, and hadn’t for the last month. Which was excellent, because he was absolutely terrible at Occlumency.

Though his dreams would not be about Voldemort, they would be vivid enough. Luckily, Ron was no better at Legilimency than Harry was at Occlumency, so he had no way to know just what or who Harry had begun dreaming about. Harry was not sure he would survive to see Slughorn’s Christmas party otherwise.

The day of Slughorn’s Christmas party did not bring Harry any reasons for optimism. They were working on human Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Harry had found much of the theory familiar, after a summer of learning healing charms with Sirius. They had not, however, spent any time on changing colour. There wasn’t much use for altering hair colour in healing magic.

So while Hermione had managed to give herself eyebrow variations that rivaled a rainbow, Harry was stuck with one blonde eyebrow, and was struggling to understand why his left was so particularly stubborn. Ron, for his part, accidentally Conjured an enormous handlebar mustache. As funny as it was, Hermione’s laughter was sharper than the class’s general laughter. Ron, to the amusement of Lavender and Parvati, mimicked Hermione’s over-enthusiasm to answer each of McGonagall’s questions. He was careful to only raise his hand and bounce in his seat when McGonagall was not looking, so their professor was unable to sort out why the girls were giggling so enthusiastically. Harry imagined that McGonagall was smart enough to suss out some of what had happened when the bell rang and Hermione ran from the classroom. She had grabbed her pencil case and book, but Harry picked up her parchment, ink, and bag and hurried after her. Ron had all the support he needed in Lavender and Parvati.

Harry used the Marauder's Map, which he now kept with him at all times beside his Invisibility Cloak, and found her in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. It was one most people avoided, and allowed those who needed a good cry an excuse if they were overheard. It was also nice for Harry, who did not feel so terribly uncomfortable walking into a girls’ bathroom as long as it was the one frequented by Moaning Myrtle.

Luna Lovegood was there with Hermione, patting her on the back.

“Oh, hello, Harry,” she said. “Did you know one of your eyebrows is bright yellow?”

Harry had forgotten, and dismissed the reminder as unimportant. “Hi, Luna. Hermione, you left your stuff….”

Hermione turned away from him, and Harry awkwardly turned as well. One night of her crying in front of him had already been too much for her pride. He could allow her this privacy.

Once she’d finished drying her eyes on her pencil case, she took her things from Harry. He’d hardly opened his mouth to tell her he’d go when she hurried past him and out of the bathroom.

“She’s a bit upset,” Luna said unnecessarily. “I thought it was Moaning Myrtle in there, but it turned out to be Hermione. She said something about Ron Weasley….”

“Yeah, they’ve had a row.” Actually, “been having a row,” would have been more accurate, but Harry thought that Hermione would prefer discretion, particularly with Luna Lovegood, who held nothing back.

“He says very funny things sometimes, doesn’t he?”

Harry held the door open for Luna and was briefly grateful that there was no one around to see him coming out of the girls’ bathroom with her.

“But he can be a bit unkind,” Luna continued, demonstrating the exact bluntness that made Harry love her, but wary of confiding secrets in her. “I noticed that last year.”

“I s’pose,” he said, maintaining his neutrality in the war between Ron and Hermione as best as he could. “So, have you had a good term?”

“Oh, it’s been alright.” If Luna was surprised by the change in conversation, Harry could not tell. “A bit lonely without the D.A. Ginny’s been nice, though. She stopped two boys in our Transfiguration class calling me ‘Loony’ the other day —”

In an effort to defeat the tightness in Harry’s chest and the turning of his stomach, he blurted out, “How would you like to come to Slughorn’s party with me tonight?”

“Slughorn’s party? With you?”

Harry wished that Luna did not always sound like she was far away. It was hard to tell if the idea bothered her or not, and if it did, he would love to discern whether it was the party that bothered her or the idea of going to a party with him.

“Yeah — We’re supposed to bring guests, so I thought you might like… I mean… just as friends, you know. But if you don’t want to —”

“Oh, no, I’d love to go with you as friends!” She smiled, wider than she had when she’d first cast her Patronus last spring. “Nobody’s ever asked me to a party before, as a friend! Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine, too?”

“No. That was a mistake. I’ll get Hermione to put it right for me. So, I’ll meet you in the entrance hall at eight o’clock then.”

A scream of laughter echoed overhead. Harry jumped and looked up to see Peeves, the castle’s poltergeist, hanging from the chandelier. “Potty asked Loony to go to the party!” the poltergeist shrieked. “Potty lurves Loony! Potty lurves Loony!” And he was gone, shrieking his chant across the castle.

“Nice to keep these things private,” said Harry. He was used to rumours spreading quickly at Hogwarts, but this one may have set a new record. When he arrived at the Great Hall for dinner, he thought he had never seen the hall go so quiet, not even when Dumbledore gave the start of term speech. The silence, however, did not last long. It dissolved in a flurry of whispers. Romilda Vane, notably, kept casting dirty looks at both Harry and the Ravenclaw table. Another group of girls, who had eagerly invited Harry to sit with them every meal even though he turned them down each time, now refused to look up from their plates as he passed. Harry thought perhaps he should have asked Luna to Slughorn’s party much sooner.

He noticed Hermione sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, alone, and started towards her, but he was accosted by Ron, who sat him down and looked at him as seriously as if Harry had decided to quit Quidditch.

“You could’ve taken anyone,” he said. “Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?”

“Don’t call her that, Ron,” a voice behind Harry snapped. He did not need to turn around to know it was Ginny. In fact, he did not want to turn around.

“I’m really glad you’re taking her, Harry,” Ginny continued. “She’s so excited.” And then Ginny was gone, joining Dean farther down the table.

Harry was not as pleased as Ginny, and not particularly pleased that Ginny was pleased. He had sort of hoped that she’d be annoyed. Not that he had invited Luna in order to make Ginny jealous, but he would not have complained if it had been a side effect.

Harry tore his eyes away from Hermione to find Ron staring in the same direction.

“You could say sorry,” he said, taking a page from Luna on being direct.

“What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries?” Ron hastily shoved a bite of stew into his mouth.

“What did you have to imitate her for?”

“She laughed at my mustache!”

“So did I; it was the stupidest thing I’d ever seen.”

This comment went unheard by Ron, who was distracted by Lavender squeezing her way in between Harry and Ron. She did not need all that much room; she mostly sat on Ron’s lap, which Harry thought to be a bold move in full view of the Professors’ table. He weighed the satisfaction of alerting Snape to the unfortunate sounds he now had to eat dinner next to against the betrayal that Ron would feel. It was not a hard decision, in the end. Harry did not have to share a dormitory with Snape.

Parvati slipped into the seat beside Harry and smiled apologetically. He wondered if she was as annoyed by her best friend’s behavior as Harry was by his.

“Hi, Harry,” she said.

“Hi. You alright? I heard from Hermione that you and your sister might be leaving Hogwarts.”

“Oh — I managed to talk them out of it for the time being. The Katie thing really freaked them out.��

Harry imagined his parents were worried too, but it had to be safer here than out there. “Hogwarts is probably safest, despite that.”

“Yes, they admitted that Dumbledore and the Ministry probably have better protection than home might. And anyway, it wasn’t as if the curse got into the castle. Padma and I are banned from Hogsmeade though — at least, our parents have said not to go.”

Harry thought it was only a matter of time before his delivered the same news. Then again, perhaps since his parents knew that Tonks had been there, they trusted that the Order had it well in hand.

“But at least nothing has happened since then,” Parvati said.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, though he was thinking of the Daily Prophet and all the things that had happened since Katie’s attack, just not at Hogwarts. He didn’t know what else to say to Parvati, but he realised it was possibly the politest conversation they’d had since before the Yule Ball.

Harry searched for some topic of conversation to mask the noises of Lavender and Ron’s public intimacy, and was grateful to be rescued by Hermione.

“Hi Parvati,” she said. “Hi, Harry.” She appeared to be completely recovered, and smiled brightly at the two of them. Perhaps too brightly, considering Parvati had enjoyed Ron’s joke in class, and Ron was currently attached to Lavender like a Flesh-Eating Slug.

“Hi, Hermione,” Parvati smiled. She, too, was a bit overeager in her greeting, perhaps because she had teased Hermione not long ago and wanted it forgotten.

“Are you going to Slughorn’s party tonight?” Hermione asked.

“No invite,” Parvati said. “I’d love to go, though, it sounds like it’s going to be really good…. You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re —”

The Flesh-Eating Slug pulled itself off of Lavender’s face with a slurp and a pop. Hermione ignored it.

“— we’re going up to the party together.”

“Cormac?” Parvati said. “Cormac McLaggen, you mean?”

“That’s right. The one who almost became Gryffindor Keeper.”

“Are you going out with him, then?”

“Oh — yes — didn’t you know?” Hermione giggled, something more akin to Parvati or Lavender and not like her at all.

Parvati stared up at Hermione, eyes wide. “No — Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen — You go through them as fast as Ginny Weasley —”

“I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione said, before Harry could quite process the comment about Ginny. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party….”

Lavender seemed to have forgotten all about Ron in the wake of this new gossip, and she quickly leaned over Harry to discuss this new development with Parvati. Ron’s face appeared empty. Either he had not fully resurfaced from Lavender, or he was still processing Hermione’s revenge. Harry, for his part, was divided between wondering who on earth kept repeating something about Ginny Weasley moving through Quidditch players and musing over just how far Hermione would sink for revenge.

Harry arrived in the entrance hall promptly at eight o’clock. He was not wearing the dress robes his great-great grandmother had designed. Instead, he had opted for the simpler red robes he had originally bought in his fourth year. The hem, which had been extended to suit Ron at the Yule Ball, was now just inches too short for Harry, but he had not had any desire to ask Dean for help extending it. When Harry saw Luna waiting, though, he thought they might have made an interesting pair if he had worn the evergreen robes with animated snow drifts.

Luna’s silver robes were glittering with stars, like her earrings. Harry was grateful she had left off the radishes. She reflected the hall’s chandelier as she turned. It was both absurd and dazzling.

More amusing than Luna’s robes, however, were the crowds of girls gathered in the corners and corridors. Some were giggling unkindly at Luna’s appearance. Some were whispering fiercely. All went quiet as Harry met her at the bottom of the steps.

“Hi,” he said. “Shall we get going then?”

“Oh, yes.” She beamed, and Harry could not help but be infected by her excitement, as nervous as the onlookers made him.

“Where is the party?” she asked.

“Slughorn’s office — oh,” he belatedly remembered the manners his mother had drilled into him, “you look nice, by the way.”

“Thank you! You do as well. Ginny’s right; red is a lovely colour on you.”

Harry’s mind seemed to have been struck with a Freezing Charm. As he led Luna up the marble staircase towards Slughorn’s office, he could think of nothing other than Luna’s innocuous statement on a loop, like a broken Muggle record. He was vaguely aware that his silence was rude, but he could think of nothing to say. He thought that if Luna were to ask how he planned to defeat Voldemort right now, he might simply answer, “Ginny thinks I look nice in red.”

When they arrived at Slughorn’s office, the party appeared to already be in full swing. Music and laughter filled the corridor, finally giving Harry something new to think about. He pushed the door open for Luna and together they walked into an office much larger than any teacher’s office Harry had been in before. He wondered if Slughorn had expanded it somehow. It also looked nothing like an office. Green, red, and gold strips of satin draped across the ceiling and down the sides of the room. In the center, a lamp illuminated the office in a dim yellow glow. It did not flicker like candlelight and it took Harry a moment to notice the fairies flitting in and out of it. The music turned out to be a live band, but not any band Harry had heard of. The singer was a woman in an elegant, glittering dress, and the musicians beside her plucked at mandolins.

There were also several clusters of non-students, Harry noted. None of them looked like any Aurors he’d met, so he did not think that they were security. He wondered if it had been troublesome for Slughorn to get his guests access to Hogwarts in these dark times.

Just as Harry caught sight of a house-elf carrying a platter of what looked like miniature chocolate cakes, Slughorn caught him around the shoulder.

“Harry, m’boy! Come in, come in, so many people I’d like you to meet.”

Harry, remembering his father’s advice that one friend could make the difference between an enjoyable time and a miserable time, dragged Luna with him and prayed for the former.

Slughorn led Harry, and Harry in turn led Luna, through the crowd of party guests to two men in dark robes, as different in size and stature as Fabian and Gideon Prewett, standing not far from the singer.

“Harry,” Slughorn announced, “I’d like you to meet Eldred Worple, an old student of mine, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires — and of course, his friend Sanguini.”

The short, round man with glasses and bright red cheeks shook Harry’s hand eagerly.

“Harry Potter! I am simply delighted!”

Harry did his best to smile, and eyed the tall, thin man with waxy skin and long, dark hair. It was easy to see why someone had mistaken Regulus Black for a vampire.

“I was just saying,” Worple continued, “where is the biography of Harry Potter for which we have all been waiting?”

Harry tore his eyes from Sanguini and looked for the joke on Worple’s face. He was disappointed to see nothing but earnestness. “Er — were you?”

“Just as modest as Horace described! But, seriously —” the enthusiasm faded a little, and Worple finally stopped shaking Harry’s hand, “I would be delighted to write it myself — people are craving to know more about you, dear boy, craving! If you were prepared to grant me a few interviews, say in four or five-hour sessions, why, we could have the book finished within months. And all with very little effort on your part, I assure you.”

“Er — all that time?” Harry was not sure he could manage to talk about himself for more than fifteen minutes, let alone for four hours.

“Ask Sanguini here if it isn’t quite — oh — where’s he got off to?”

Harry was quite pleased that Worple had to disappear to keep Sanguini from a pair of witches hanging around the musicians. He found that Slughorn, too, had vanished into the party, and he was grateful to spot a pile of thick dark hair slip between two wizards. He pulled Luna along.

“Hermione — Hermione!”

“Harry, there you are, thank goodness! Hi, Luna!”

They paused to grab goblets of mead from a tray, then tucked themselves into an empty corner of the room. Harry took a moment to actually take in Hermione’s appearance and was surprised to see her dress rumpled and her hair out of place — well, compared to the hours she had put into it for the Yule Ball. It appeared that it had once looked tight and smooth as it had at the ball, but now had started to fall apart.

“I’ve just escaped — I mean, I’ve just left Cormac under the mistletoe.”

“Why in Merlin’s name did you bring him?” Harry nearly spilled his mead down the front of his robes as he punctuated his question with a more aggressive gesture than he had intended.

“I thought he’d annoy Ron the most,” Hermione said.

Harry, who disliked McLaggen about half as much as he disliked Draco Malfoy, found this a little rude to McLaggen.

“I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole —”

“You considered Smith?” Harry had to refrain from retching up his mead. He made the decision that he was no longer tolerating Ron and Hermione’s fight. As soon as the Christmas holiday was over, he was done keeping his mouth shut, and he was going to make sure that they both knew how wrong they were.

“Yes, I did, and I’m starting to wish I’d chosen him. McLaggen makes Grawp look like a gentleman — oh no, here he comes!” and she was gone, disappearing between a pair of witches laughing heartily at something Slughorn had just said.

McLaggen reached Harry and Luna a moment later. “Seen Hermione?” McLaggen asked.

“No, sorry,” Harry said. “Er — have you met Luna Lovegood?”

McLaggen shook Luna’s hand warily. “I didn’t realise you two were… friends.”

“Harry!” Slughorn’s voice boomed. “That’s where you got off to.” His tasseled hat was now sitting askew and his face glowed red, though his glass of mead was full. “I was just telling Severus here what a natural you are at Potions — oh, stop sulking Severus! — Some credit for Harry’s exceptional potion-making must go to you, of course, you taught him for five years!”

Harry felt strangely sympathetic towards Snape, who could not easily break free from Slughorn’s tight arm around his shoulder.

“Funny,” Snape said, “I never had the impression that I managed to teach Potter anything at all.”

Harry thought, given their dismal Occlumency lessons, he could quite agree with the statement that Snape was a terrible teacher.

“Then it’s natural ability!” Slughorn said. “You should have seen what he gave me, first lesson, Draught of Living Death — never had a student produce a finer on a first attempt. I don’t think even you, Severus —”

“Really?”

Harry focused on Slughorn, and refused to make eye contact with Snape. He did not need Snape uncovering the truth of why he had succeeded in Potions so suddenly. He had a feeling that Snape would not approve.

“Remind me what other subjects you’re taking, Harry?” asked Slughorn.

“Defense, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology —”

“All the subjects required, in short, for an Auror,” said Snape. There was a sneer in his voice, but there was always a sneer in Snape’s voice, so Harry could not be certain whether or not it was personal.

In truth, he and Snape had hardly spoken this year. Nonverbal casting in Defense Against the Dark Arts meant that he never had to open his mouth, and so he did not. Snape, largely, had taken to ignoring Harry, which Harry had no problem with. They’d reached something of an impasse; Harry knew that Snape loved Lily, and Snape knew that Harry had, however foolishly, risked his life to save Snape from Voldemort. There was a debt beneath that loathing, and both were content to pretend that nothing existed between them.

“I don’t think you should be an Auror, Harry,” said Luna. “The Aurors are part of the Rotfang conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They’re working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a combination of Dark Magic and gum disease.”

Harry choked on his mead as McLaggen and Slughorn gaped at Luna. Snape remained unperturbed, but perhaps he was familiar with Luna’s absurdities after four years as her professor.

“And who,” Slughorn asked, perhaps having had enough glasses of mead to be genuinely interested, “is at the head of this conspiracy?”

“Rufus Scrimgeour, of course. They’ve nearly won now that he’s become Minister for Magic. Did you know Scrimgeour is a vampire? He’s got very close connections with Regulus Black from the years they spent together in Transylvania.”

This got an eyebrow raise out of Snape. Harry would have loved to watch more of the Enchanting Eccentricities of Luna Lovegood Hour, but something much more interesting grabbed his attention. Argus Filch appeared, dragging in Draco Malfoy by the ear.

“Professor Slughorn,” Filch gasped, “I have discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party and to have been delayed in setting out. Did you issue him with an invitation?”

Malfoy managed to wrench himself from the caretaker’s hold. “Alright, I wasn’t invited! I was trying to gate-crash, happy?”

“No, I am not!” Though Filch looked utterly pleased at the possibility of punishing a student. “You’re in trouble, you are! Didn’t the headmaster say that nighttime prowling’s out, unless you’ve got permission, didn’t he, eh?”

“That’s alright, Argus, that’s alright.” Slughorn did not look upset in the least. “It’s Christmas, and it’s not a crime to want to come to a party. Just this once, we’ll forget any punishment; you may stay, Draco.”

Malfoy did not look pleased to hear this, and Harry wondered just what Malfoy had been up to. Snape, too, looked displeased, which was his default expression, but it was different somehow. Whatever Harry saw on Snape’s face was brief. It vanished as Filch did, though Filch left with far more grumbling. Malfoy’s displeasure, too, had disappeared, and he was smiling and thanking Slughorn for his graciousness.

“It’s nothing, nothing,” Slughorn said. “I did know your grandfather, after all.”

“He always spoke very highly of you, sir,” said Malfoy. “Said you were the best potion-maker he’d ever known.”

Though the displeasure had vanished, and Malfoy was his usual self again, full of flattery for those in power, Harry noticed that Malfoy was, incredibly, paler than usual. Shadows rimmed his eyes, and his features were, strangely, not unlike Sanguini’s, and not unlike Regulus Black’s, when he was fresh from Azkaban. He doubted Malfoy had recently received a vampire bite, and he was fairly certain that Malfoy had not run into any dementors at Hogwarts. He wondered what it was that had changed Malfoy so thoroughly.

“I’d like a word with you, Draco,” said Snape.

“Oh, now, Severus,” Slughorn paused to hiccough, “it’s Christmas. Don’t be too hard —”

“I’m his Head of House, and I shall decide how hard, or otherwise, to be,” said Snape. “Follow me, Draco.”

Harry had a brief moment of trepidation. He did not want to leave Luna with McLaggen, but he decided Luna was quite capable of looking after herself. He was the one who had taught her defensive spells, after all.

“Er — I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

“Alright,” Luna said. She appeared entirely unbothered as she continued to tell McLaggen exactly how deep the Rotfang conspiracy went.

As soon as Harry had slipped out through the doors of the party, he pulled the Invisibility Cloak over himself and unfolded the Marauder’s Map. He searched the corridor and adjacent classrooms for Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. He finally found them behind the door at the very end of the corridor. He knew it would be impossible to open the door without disturbing them, so he crouched at the keyhole, careful that the cloak covered his feet.

“... what a risk it was! And utterly foolish. How did you expect it to even get into the castle? Filch may be an idiot, but even he wouldn’t let an unmarked package enter the castle without a thorough inspection. You must understand that you cannot afford mistakes, Draco, because if you are expelled —”

“I didn’t have anything to do with it, alright?”

“I hope you are telling the truth, because it was both clumsy and foolish. Already you are suspected of having a hand in it.”

“Who suspects me? For the last time, I didn’t do it, okay? That Bell girl must’ve had an enemy no one knows about — don’t look at me like that! I know what you’re doing. I’m not stupid — but it won’t work. I can stop you!”

There was a lull in the conversation and Harry wondered what Snape had done, but he got his answer quickly.

“Ah… Your Aunt Bellatrix has been teaching you Occlumency. I see. What thoughts are you trying to conceal from your master, Draco?”

“I’m not trying to conceal anything from him, I just don’t want you butting in!”

Draco had always shown respect towards Snape. Snape was his favourite professor, his Head of House, and Snape had always shown him favour in return. This contempt was entirely new.

“So that is why you have been avoiding me this term? You realise that, had anybody else failed to come to my office when I had told them repeatedly to be there, Draco —”

“So put me in detention! Report me to Dumbledore!”

There was another long pause.

“You know perfectly well that I do not wish to do either of those things. Listen to me, Draco, I am trying to help you. I swore to your mother I would protect you. I made the Unbreakable Vow, Draco —”

“Looks like you’ll have to break it then, because I don’t want your protection. It’s my job. He gave it to me, and I’m doing it. I’ve got a plan and it’s going to work. It’s just taking a bit longer than I thought it would!”

“And what is your plan?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“I have no interest in credit, Draco, I am only trying to assist you —”

“I don’t believe you! I know what you are — I know why he asked me to do this and not you. Filthy Mudblood-lover.”

For a moment, Harry forgot to breathe.

“Do you doubt my loyalty, Draco?”

“Why shouldn’t I?! You betrayed him for Potter’s Mudblood-mother —”

“Keep your voice down!” Snape hissed, for Draco had begun to shout. “The Dark Lord is satisfied that I have proven myself. I was the one who told him the importance of the prophecy. I was the one who gave him the plan that lured Potter to the Ministry, was I not? I have put myself in a position that is as valuable to him as yours, and I have put myself at great risk to do so. You are putting yourself at risk unnecessarily. I am here to assist you Draco. I understand that your father’s capture and imprisonment has upset you, but —”

Harry heard Draco’s footsteps and only just managed to scramble away from the door as Draco flung it open and hurried out of the office, past the party, and down the stairs.

Harry stayed perfectly still, crouched in the centre of the corridor, and watched Snape exit the classroom. He appeared perfectly unperturbed, which Harry thought unfair, considering how fast his own heart was racing.

#hp everyone lives #harry potter and the half blood prince #hp fic #hbp

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homenum-revelio-hq · 4 years

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Welcome (back) to the Order of the Phoenix, Ashlie!

You have been accepted for the role of SIRIUS BLACK! We were so excited to see you back with an application for Sirius again, as we felt we still had so much to learn about him from last time! Once again, we were impressed with how well you incorporated Sirius’ flaws throughout the application and are thrilled to have him back on the dash!

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OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Ashlie

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Generally i attempt to get online every day. When multiple posts get long (and I have a habit of turning everything into a para) it may be two days of plotting and drafting and that third day my posts get out onto the dash however I’ve been blessed with weekends off and typically you’ll see a wide influx of activity on my end during friday/saturday/sunday

ANYTHING ELSE: Triggers: flashing gifs

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Sirius Orion Black

AGE: 21

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Male/he/him – Sirius had spent most of his adolescence too busy trying to have a good time and frustrating his mother to ever stop and think of sexual attraction. His heart is very much guarded and his head has always been on pranks and friends to the point that he was behind the majority of his peers in terms of romantic and sexual maturation. He never denied the rumors, and if you asked anyone other than the Marauders and possibly McGonagall (he still doesn’t know how that woman always manages to see through him) they would likely tell you a he-said-she-said going on for over half an hour of his endeavors. Truthfully Sirius is a virgin with no clue where his attraction lies and he isn’t sure he’s ready to find out.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. Sirius struggles to recall a time his blood status was not the focal point of his identity and the harder he pushed away, the stronger it clung to him. From the day he was born he was never Sirius– but the Black family heir. The one who would inherit the family fortune, carry on the name of the most noble and ancient. As he grew older he became the rebel, the disgrace to the 28 who was only headed for trouble and needed to be set straight. His own housemates saw him as nothing more than a overly-privileged pureblooded brat who wanted to play like he was one of them for a while. He had truly thought he escaped the stereotypes of a member of the Sacred 28 when he’d been disowned, forced to be a burden on his best friend and start an entirely new life, but even still he heard it. That Black kid got what was coming to him, nothing but a spoiled brat who didn’t know how good he had it until it was gone.

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor. Sirius is not afraid of anything in this world more than what he would be if it were not for this house. For the first time in his life he understood the difference between a house and a home. He made friends, felt cared for, and was free to be himself entirely without fear of extreme retributions. He has always been impulsive, reckless, and looking for a bit of trouble, however if James hadn’t planted the idea of being a Gryffindor in his mind he is not entirely sure where he would have gone to in order to get that rush. Most likely to his older cousins.

ANY CHANGES: N/A

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

No matter how hard he tries to display otherwise, certain aspects of Sirius have always screamed the privilege of a pureblooded wizard, and while that wasn’t always a bad thing, in the middle of a war over rights it was hard for any of his acquaintances to see it in a positive light. The sense of entitlement was obvious to those who were raised differently than him, although may be more difficult to spot by his fellow purebloods. Sirius has only had one thing he truly wanted and wasn’t granted– the acceptance of his family. Even after all these years he is still in denial, pushing at every turn to gain their anger because it’s easier than to admit he secretly wants their affections. Now for the second time he isn’t getting his way, his time with the friends who have been more of a family to him than his blood ever had is spacing out more by the day and he is unsure of how to cope. Sirius has always been impulsive, when the stress and anxiety gets too much to bear he lashes out, acts up and can forget it isn’t always his own safety he is putting at risk. After that day at the willow- he’s refused to call it a prank since it happened- he has tried to put more thoughts into his actions but quite often even still, his racing thoughts take over.

His entitlement doesn’t make him a bad person, it just takes a lot more effort to get Sirius to allow a person to see past the barriers he has put around himself. He wants the people around him to see a blank expression, an uncaring bad-boy, because if he doesn’t care he can’t be hurt again. It takes a lot to get past those coping mechanisms, even more to earn his trust but if you get there Sirius Black is loyal to a fault. His life and well being means nothing more than to be there for the people he loves and he would lose everything to keep them safe and happy. He prefers to take care of people in a more sneaky way, as a child he would take the blame for a mistake his brother made, or cause even more of a stir to get the attention on himself. He was the one to take the detentions and say they never got caught, or lie and say he needed a night in when he knew one of his friends needed a break. It is easy to see Sirius as nothing more than another pompous asshole but for those who take the time to truly get to know him he’s a secret softy with a lot of love to give.

His nonchalance is worn like armor, so heavily ingrained into his being that sometimes he evens forgets to take it down in front of the people he is closest to in the world. He jests it is so he doesn’t get crows feet, keep a neutral face to keep it free of wrinkles. In reality, he’s either calculating how he is supposed to react, taking in the atmosphere around him to form a proper reaction or too caught up on the here and now to get emotional over something that is happening later. He’ll get properly excited when it’s actually happening. However, it’s quite ironic that someone who turns into a dog has a grin like a Cheshire cat.

Sirius Black has a bark bigger than his bite and will try and scare you away until he finally gives up and snuggles up in your lap, getting fur all over your favorite sweater.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Being one of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black was a full time job. The Blacks were an old, wealthy family and looked up to as the pinnacle of pureblood society. As the heir to such a prominent name and fortune, every small move Sirius made was on alert. From the time he was an infant he was expected to hold and share these values with the rest of society and his affection was based entirely on what he could do for his family. When his robes were sloppy from trying to keep up with Bella he was a disgrace, punished heavily and it was extremely confusing to such a young mind. If he was supposed to be better than everyone in the room simply for being a Black, how was he also an abomination? It was stressful and anxiety-inducing, but all Sirius wanted was to please his mother. After hours of talking to his father’s boring stuffy friends, he couldn’t help but run around for a few hours, or take a fly around the garden. He didn’t try to get himself into trouble- he just needed to move. He did slowly learn that his mother’s love was never truly in his reach, not for sale at all and decided to stop fooling himself. The panic, the tears, none of it was worth fighting for the kindness he would never receive.

He remembered the uncle who no one spoke of anymore, knew just how real the threats of completely being removed from the family for not fitting in were. But for some reason it just made Sirius rebel more– cling to the second family he had made for himself in a small group of Gryffindor boys.

Still, when the options were laid in front of him he had not said no immediately. The Dark Lord needed a spy in the school and offered Sirius for what his parents considered the highest of honors. Choose this now, and his entire past would be forgiven, he would be the son his mother always wanted. The favorite child once again. Regulus might be free to live a life outside of the war, outside of the Death Eaters and it would all be because of Sirius. Or he could run away, disappear in the night and lose the only family he had ever known for the chance of getting away. He knew he would never really have fought for Voldemort, for anyone who believed the awful things his parents were constantly rattling off like a gaggle of trained clones. But he had been tempted for the briefest moment. He thinks about it still while he wonders if he could ever duel his baby brother, his cousins. He thinks about how easy it was to send Snape off to that Willow when he knew just how dangerous it would be. Should he really be a part of the Order or will he always be nothing more than another narrow-minded, privileged Black just without all the money?

If it has not already been made a plot point, I would love to explore Sirius’ reaction to discovering Regulus’ part in the war. He has nothing to do with his younger brother anymore, but he held Reg on a pedestal and is in denial that his brother would be on the other side of a wand in a duel. Of course, he knows Regulus would have joined, but he refuses to admit it to himself because Sirius taught him better than that. He finds an excuse to leave the room if the Black family might be mentioned, and quite possibly gets coddled in the sense that if conversation is headed in the direction of his family it gets changed. It’s a huge part of the reason he will never be part of the inner circle, he cannot handle fully cutting himself off from the Black family. He’s not on the tree, but he’ll always see the baby brother he swore to protect, the family he craved love from and the versions of them he so wanted them to be.

OCCUPATION:

Tattoo Artist at Markus Scarrs Indelible Tattoo Parlor. Sirius working in Knockturn Alley absolutely turned a few heads, but he had always enjoyed the attention, good or bad he always had been drawn to other people talking about him. He had transfigured himself a sketch pad third year and art had become an outlet he never thought he would obtain. It was like a diary– his deepest thoughts and fears laid out in that book and when he had the opportunity to use art to pay his rent he was fairly excited for the opportunity. Besides, Sirius knows what kind of people linger around Knockturn Alley. Not often anyone high enough to know the most inner workings of Voldemort’s ranks, but if he could just hear confirmation that Reg is alive- it would be worth every hour in that shop.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

After spending seven years as a close-knit gang of teenage boys, coming up with nicknames and wreaking havoc on Hogwarts’ ground and staff- Sirius had not been ready to give it up. The rush of the Marauders made him feel something besides the panic of never being good enough for the first time in his life and the Order seemed to be a bigger and better version of this, but this time with a purpose. Coming in Sirius got a kick out of the meetings, knowing how his mother would disapprove and putting his money where his mouth is to prove to every person who ever told him he would never be anything more than another privileged pureblood.

The realities of war are starting to hit in a way that made Sirius wonder if he had ever truly been as progressive as he liked to think he was. He’s slowly realizing the danger that the people he cares about are in, and just how wrong what is happening is and he’s starting to really fight for a cause rather than trying to cause as much trouble as he can while he’s young and alive. But it’s still all centered around himself and his own world. Sirius wants to fight for his friends’ safety. Get this war over with so he does not have to deal with any more loss.

Even if he had been blasted off the family tree years ago, he will always be Sirius Black to the outside world. It is easy to question how he fits into the order when he is a part of who they are fighting. He was raised differently than most of the Order, he has more prejudices, more doubts, and reasons to screw them over. All he and the rest of them have to go off of is that he would never do it.

SURVIVAL:

Sirius had always been blessed with the fact that everything he has done has come to him with ease, including his dueling skills. The issue with this is he is now fighting others with that same ability, and not all of them have the nostalgia of being his blood relative. Sirius had been doing something he has struggled with his entire life- laying low. He knew how the minds of these Death Eaters work, and the less pure blood they had to spill the better. He has been getting by on the Black family name, though he hates to admit it. His being disowned was clear when he stopped reluctantly tagging along to every request of an heir to such a prominent name and fortune but as his mother refused to discuss anything that would embarrass their family even more, his parents had never confirmed anything. That didn’t mean another member of their family hadn’t strongly hinted, but there was always that sense of wonder on both sides of who he was really fighting for.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Romantic relationships are not on the top of Sirius’ mind at the moment, he is too busy clinging onto his friendships with a harsh fear of separation between them all. The less time Sirius has had with his friends, the more he’s clung to them and is at the point where he’s nervous he’ll start to push them away as well. It’s all he’s good at really, letting down the people he loves.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: sirius/chemistry - i need to feel out this version of Sirius before I confirm but I do tend to fall toward an ace Sirius

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Sirius wasn’t prejudiced; he wasn’t. He would never call someone a mudblood, not now that he knew it was wrong. Maybe it’s slipped in conversation, but only with other purebloods, he would never say it to a muggleborn. He was out here fighting for them and their rights, so how could he prejudice against them? Sirius just doesn’t understand how things got so bad so quickly. His entire life muggleborns had been completely equal, had all the same opportunities he did. They possibly even had a leg up on him with Dumbledore’s reign on their education and the Ministry’s feelings they need to fill some sort of quota. He knew there were still people like his parents, he had grown up in a world of crude talk and gossip, but they talked about Sirius too, and he wasn’t a muggleborn. He was one of the sacred, facing these obstacles all the same. Families like the one he was born into assumed they were better than others because they were old and wealthy but that didn’t mean they just made the laws. It had always just been gossip from people born in a different time, or young people spouting out what their parents have always told them, who haven’t learned to think for themselves as early as Sirius had. It simply didn’t make sense, feeling as if in a matter of months things went from brushing off a comment from a few unsavory characters to brutal attacks. To fighting and war.

The most obvious is the fact that Sirius is a Black. Blown off the family tree or not he grew up in a life of luxury; house elves doing all of his chores and having never gone wanting for anything materialistic. He was safe from any of the harassment or now life endangerment being faced by others and would never have had to worry if it weren’t for his involvement in the Order. Sirius grew up with a silver spoon. Growing up in a house where muggleborns being lesser than himself, he has developed a mentality that they are likely lesser than him aside from the rare exception. Of course they should be just as welcomed and treated with the same respect as purebloods but they hadn’t grown up in the way Sirius had. Muggleborns don’t understand their world the way he does.

Additionally, if anyone else had endangered two students lives the way Sirius had by sending Snape to the Willow, they would have been lucky to only be expelled. But Sirius was a Black. He was a Black with good grades and a future and who knows where he would be if he was sent out of Hogwarts and off to a new school so he got away with a slap on the wrist.

He wants to come across progressive, but there are some biases he has never even thought to question. Sirius doesn’t want to believe Remus is the spy. He’s his brother in all ways that matter and Sirius really does not want to believe Remus could sell them out because he’s a werewolf. There is no thought of werewolves are people and some are good and some are bad. Instead he’s facing thoughts of please do not let another person he considers family turn to dark because he will always love Remus but his betrayal would prove that werewolves are inherently bad.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

This roleplay drips with the aesthetic of a community that has been widely dropped off. Para centered rp has been hard to find recently in favor of gifs and face claims that fit our favorite television characters. While I love seeing a ship from other fandoms converted into the Potter universe, a place where writing and world building are the prime focus is simply tempting. So much seems to have gone into every aspect of this role play it has brought out my muse in ways that a rp hasn’t in a long time.

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stonecoldhedwig · 5 years

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Gryffindor Types

Gryffindors get a bit of short shrift; we’re always just made out to be overzealous jocks. But, the diversity among Gryffindors is quite remarkable.

Harry

Incredibly forgiving. Like good LORD look at all the people he gave grace to despite them being utterly horrid to him. Not just the big ones like Dumbledore and Snape, but people like Seamus in 5th year, or Ron during the Triwizard.

Stubborn as hell. Like, so irritatingly stubborn that I want to throw the book across the room.

Harry really struggles with something I think a lot of Gryffindors do, which is that there isn’t necessarily an intrinsic balance to the universe. We believe in the right thing, and justice, and therefore find it hard to tackle the fact that sometimes there’s no cosmic consequence to evil.

Basically just a sweet lil cinnamon roll? Like the poor kid can’t cut a break, but he soldiers on regardless.

Really, really loved Ginny, and was also willing to hurt himself in order to protect her. Starting from CoS where he thought he was dying of the Basilisk bite, right up to the final battle where he runs toward Bellatrix - Harry knows where his heart lies.

Bravery: walked into the face of death in order to save other people. Never once had a problem with sacrificing himself for other people. The spirit of his mother lived in him.

Ron

Loyal to a fault - stands up for his friends and family, in a sort of Hufflepuff way. Unafraid of mockery when he believes he’s doing the right thing.

Of the three of them, Ron is the one who has absolutely no qualms about apologising for his failings. Ron is honourable.

Can be brash, and tactless, and thoughtless, but also possesses a lot of common sense and a really good heart. He’s more Molly’s son than he realises.

Struggles with the impact of 5 brothers and only 1 sister; at times can be unintentionally misogynistic, to not just Ginny but also to people like Hermione.

Ron essentially acts as the foil to Peter Pettigrew. Ron could have been just like him - always the butt of the joke, “Harry Potter’s stupid friend”, etc. Ron chose to be different, chose not to fall back on the fact he was a pureblood, who could have easily been courted by the Death Eaters by making him feel important like they did to Peter.

Bravery: you’ve got to be courageous to step outside of both the shadow of your family, and the insecurities you have about it. Ron encapsulates the idea of “try, try, try again.”

Hermione

Incredibly, ridiculously smart. Has many Ravenclaw qualities (like McGonagall), but also learns when to put down the books.

Passionately fights for those she sees as oppressed. Goblins, House Elves, you name it - she might not like them, but she sees them as her equals.

Knows that a Gryffindor who uses their head is just as important as a Gryffindor who uses their fists.

Prideful, and can be patronising, particularly at the beginning. Learns how to see the world through other people’s eyes, even if she doesn’t really understand them (e.g. the changing way she treats Luna, or Ron, etc.).

I see a lot of Lily Potter in Hermione. Brilliant Muggleborn, who fell for a man she didn’t expect to love, and who had the fate of the wizarding world essentially thrust upon her. Took it in her stride. Was a badass.

Bravery: Understood that there were things that were worth fighting for, and was willing to do it. But always, always tried to ensure that innocent people weren’t hurt: obliviated her parents to protect them, cared for the House elves, stood up for the kids Fred and George were testing WWW on, etc. Even insisted on putting Muggle money in the till at the supermarket during DH, even though they had the cloak and could just steal.

Ginny

Fierce. If you don’t want to be Ginny Weasley when you grow up, reevaluate.

Loved Harry for just being Harry, not because he was The Boy Who Lived, or because he was wealthy, or because he was famous. Rather like James loved Lily, she just loved him from the moment she saw him.

Feminist AF. Knew she loved Harry, but also knew that she didn’t have to mope about waiting on him. Dated other people, had a good time doing it. Didn’t take Ron’s shit about it, either.

Stood up for people. She often resorted to a stereotypically “Gryffindor” way of doing it (her famed Bat Bogey Hex, for example).

Definitely had Slytherin qualities, too (Ginny is like Fred/George, or Percy, while Ron is much more like Bill and Charlie). She could be shrewd and cunning, and even a little unkind at times. She struggled to find her place in the world, and that made her angry and hurt, which the Horcrux took advantage of.

She was sixteen in DH. Let that sink in. Sixteen. All the things she’d achieved by that point already, all the things she’d been through.

Bravery: Ginny is true to her own integrity in everything, whether it’s vanquishing Dark wizards, standing up to her brothers, loving Harry etc. She does what she thinks is right, thank you very much.

Neville

quiet, shy, often demonstrates a lot of Hufflepuff qualities.

Sword. Of. Gryffindor.

If there are Gryffindors who use their fists, and Gryffindors who use their heads, then Neville is a Gryffindor who uses his heart. He’s thoughtful and kind, but passionate about the right thing. He also has intense loyalty to his parents, even though he struggles with both their legacy and their insanity.

Bravery: like Dumbledore said, it takes a hell of a lot to stand up to your friends. Neville did it often (not just in PS, but also in cases like OotP when he asks Harry if the DA was just a game, or whether it meant something).

Fred & George

Hilarious and mischievous.

Certainly had a spiteful streak, but their courage was in trying to temper it for good. Their ire was almost always targeted at the right people (e.g. Umbridge), but their sense of humour made everyone fair game. A touch Slytherin, in this regard.

At times they put people in danger, for good and bad reasons.

Bravery: it takes guts to laugh in the face of danger. It takes even more to make sure you’re making other people laugh while you do it.

Percy Weasley

Ambitious, smart.

More like Fred and George than he realises, in the sense that they are two sides of a coin. F&G are what happens when you combine courage/chivalry with anarchy; Percy is what happens when you combine it with dogmatism.

Struggled, in many ways, with the burden of being a Weasley and a Gryffindor. He followed Bill and Charlie (aka a Head Boy and a Prefect; Charlie was Quidditch Captain and a star Seeker), and therefore tried to make a mark of his own. Confused being loyal-to-the-rules with being right.

When he admitted he was wrong, it was not half-hearted. Saw the error in his pridefulness.

Bravery: it’s hard to admit you were wrong. Courage is more than knowing that you screwed up, it’s being willing to own up to it.

Lavender Brown

Scatty, almost a bit like Luna

Willing to understand that wisdom and learning can come from unexpected or unusual sources (e.g. her enthusiasm for Divination)

Could be a stereotypical teenage girl - obsessed with her first boyfriend, spiteful to Hermione at times, etc.

Bravery: gave her life at the Battle of Hogwarts, dying in a truly horrid way at the hands of Fenrir Greyback.

Bill Weasley

Badass.

Knew how to combine responsibility with fun (Head Boy, but also a Cursebreaker with a dragon-fang earring).

Was unashamed to love a girl everyone thought was wrong for him… and in doing so, proved exactly why Fleur was his perfect match.

Bravery: Lived with the consequences of his attack with good grace. Didn’t let it make him bitter. Trusted Harry, even when he didn’t understand him.

Charlie Weasley

Trained dragons.

No, read that again: trained. dragons.

Could have played Quidditch for England but went off to do what he was really passionate about, which is training dragons.

Bravery: I point you once again to the dragon training.

Lily Potter

Wasn’t ashamed to admit that she had got James all wrong. Learned how to love him.

Believed in the right thing, ardently. She saw the way that power and greed and ambition can turn a good person into a bad one, and utterly refused to play that game.

Lily is where Harry gets his sweet-cinnamon-roll-ness from. Under all her fire, there’s a sweet baby angel, and I will not be convinced otherwise.

Cut off her oldest friend at Hogwarts, Snape, because of doing the right thing: “you’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.”

Bravery: without Lily’s sacrifice, Voldemort could never have been defeated. Her dying protected her son in order for him to fulfil the prophecy.

James Potter

Brash and arrogant, but a real heart of gold.

Loved one girl, and one girl only, ardently from the day they met to the day they died. Was unequivocal about it.

The similarity between Snape and James is that both of them were essentially little shits. A lot of people are when they’re teenagers. James thought he was the bees knees because he was an all-round golden boy; Snape thought he was superior to everyone because of his cleverness and ambition. The difference between Snape and James is that James saw the error of his ways. He learned to turn his arrogance into something powerful and good. Even when Snape turned on Voldemort, he never actually gave up his belief that he was fundamentally better than other people - look at the way he treated Harry, Hermione, Neville, Ron etc.

Bravery: it’s hard to change. Like, really hard. It’s hard to become better. James did that, and then some, willingly sacrificing himself and telling Lily to take Harry and run, in the hope that his wife and child might survive.

Sirius

Endured 12 years in Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit, and his only priority was making sure Harry was safe.

Risked life and limb on multiple occasions for Harry, because he knew that was the way to honour James and Lily’s memory. Died the same way they did - protecting their son.

Could be petty, even mean, at times.

Bravery: Walked away from a life that would have been easy - money, status, privilege, the Black family name - to one that was difficult, painful and heart-wrenching. Lost everyone, everything, and still came back to fight for the Order. Sirius’ bravery was not about who he was, but who he chose to be.

Lupin

shrewd, thoughtful, and kind. Essentially a blend of all the Hogwarts houses.

Suffers a little from the same thing Percy does (and to an extent, Harry): he cares so deeply about the right thing, but he often struggles with how to express that (e.g. running away from Tonks and the baby until Harry calls him a coward).

Incredibly talented in DADA, naturally inclining him to Gryffindor.

Bravery: he’s a goddamn werewolf, guys. He still manages to believe in the good side and doing the right thing.

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Runaway Groom

[THE FRIENDS AU THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR BUT I’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO FOR AGES. Well, kind of… Not really… But a little.]

“So what if it didn’t work out between the two of you? There’s plenty of other people out there for you. You’re a great guy, Remus. You’ve just gotta get yourself out there.” James attempted to encourage his friend. James, Remus, their friend Peter and James’ girlfriend, Lily, were all sat at their local bar on a Friday evening. Due to it only being 7pm, it was still in what they called, “pub mode” so it was still early enough that there was just quiet music playing in the background and a reasonable amount of people. When it come to 11am, they would turn the main lights down and turn on the strobe lights, clear all of the tables and chairs out and start blaring the music so that the clubbing could start. They usually left just before then.

“I know but… Oh, you know I hate being single.” Remus sighed, knowing it sounded silly. But he hated being alone. He was a teacher so his hours left him with quite a bit of downtime, perfect for spending with a partner, cuddled up on the sofa or out for drinks with his friends.

“Well, you’ve been single for almost two months now, mate, and you’ve been doing just fine.” Peter pointed out as he took a sip of his cider from the bottle, which made Remus cringe slightly. It was seen as the ‘cool’ way to do it but Remus couldn’t stand drinking from bottles or watching others do it. How many grubby hands had touched that bottle before it had even made it to the pub? No, Remus would stick to his clan glass, thank you.

“I know but… Well, you guys can’t judge me, okay? James, you pined for the same girl for like seven years before she finally agreed to go out with you and Pete hasn’t had a girlfriend since he was like 14! That was over ten years ago.” Remus huffed defensively before sighing, realising that he was being unfair. “Look, I’m sorry. I just want to be in a relationship again… Find someone that I can marry and spend the rest of my life with.” Remus had just finished talking when the doors to the bar flung open, catching everyone’s attention as a breathtakingly attractive man walked in the door.

His jawline and cheekbones could cut glass, his long and slightly curly hair was thrown up in a very wet and messy bun. His skin was pale, although his face was flushed and twisted with worry, his chest heaving as if he had been running. His slim body was covered by a sharp and expensive-looking black suit with an emerald green tie that was wet and stuck to his body and he had a large ring on his finger that Remus could see, even from several tables away, appeared to have some sort of crest on it. Remus wasn’t sure whether he should compare him to a Greek God or a runaway groom from a fairytale.

The man’s frantic eyes searched the bar before the met Remus’ and the man did a double take. He licked his lips before blinking, his brows furrowing as if attempting to pull himself together before they moved away and Remus saw relief fill them. He noticed that the other man was now looking at James. No. He was practically running towards James, who had stood up and was staring at the gorgeous man in shock. Remus was only half surprised when James jumped over the small table that they had been gathered around to meet the man halfway, where they collided in a tight hug. As he had gotten closer, Remus also noticed that he appeared to have a black eye blooming.

Words were exchanged as the whole bar freely gaped at the two of them, James rubbing the man’s back and arms as they stood in a half-hug whilst the newcomers spoke quickly, his eyes darting around quickly as if expecting someone to jump out and attack him. A few minutes passed before the man seemingly calmed down and James led him over to their group. The man looked like a deer in headlights as he slowly walked towards them, slightly hunched over.

“Everyone, this is my old friend from school, Sirius. Sirius, you remember Lily.” James began, causing both of them to nod. Lily grinned at Sirius and waved but Sirius could only muster a weak smile and a slight lift of his hand. It was obvious that whatever had happened had been bad. “That’s Peter over there and that’s Remus.” He introduced and a similar thing happened between the three of them. James gently nudged Sirius into a seat and signalled for Peter to move over so they all moved around so that James could sit beside Sirius. James signalled for two more beers from the bartender before turning his attention back to Sirius.

“What happened to you, Black?” Lily questioned, taking a sip of her gin and tonic and leaning forward slightly in her seat. “You just disappeared in our last year… You and your brother, no one knew what happened to you.”

James, Lily and Sirius had all gone to Hogwarts, an expensive private boarding school in Scotland, that was incredibly difficult to get into until your family had a lot of money. Lily was one of the only students to get a full scholarship there, which she had been bullied mercilessly for, but it hadn’t mattered. She was the smartest in her year. Halfway through their last year, Sirius had been pulled out fo a lesson and then when James had looked for him, he hadn’t been able to find him anywhere and then had noticed that all of Sirius’ stuff had been taken from their room. The professors had refused to say why and Sirius’ phone had been cut off and any letters sent to his home had been sent back.

“My, uh.. Well, my parents took us out of school, cut our phones off and then moved us away. We’ve actually been in France for the last few years.” Sirius confessed, not wanting to go into the full details.

“Why are you so wet? It’s not even raining.” Peter pointed out with a slight frown, glancing to the door as someone else came in and spotting that it was a clear night.

“It’s not raining here but it is in, uh, in France. I got off of the Eurostar and got a taxi straight to James’ parents house… After a bit of fussing, they said that he would be here so I ran here.” Sirius admitted. “I didn’t really know where to go.”

“You look like you’ve just come from a wedding.” Lily observed, eyes shining with curiosity and pity. Sirius didn’t know which one he hated more.

“Yes, I did. My wedding.” He sighed, rolling his eyes as he heard Lily gasp. “Yes. Apparently coming out to your parents as gay on the day of your arranged marriage is a bad idea.” He scoffed, indicating to his bruised eye. The bartender brought over the beers and Sirius thanked. “Sorry, can I get a glass, please?” He requested, breathing a sigh of relief as the bartender nodded. Like Remus, he also refused to drink out of bottles.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have thought it would be.” Lily breathed, staring at his black eye. Sirius could tell that they had a thousand questions for him but he wasn’t ready to answer them yet. He was exhausted. His wedding had been only a few hours earlier. He had gone straight from the church to Gare du Nord, where he had boarded on the Eurostar, which had taken him to King’s Cross. He had then gone straight to James’ parents house and then ran to the pub. He felt like he hadn’t slept for weeks due to the stress of the wedding and just hoped that James would be okay with him spending a night or two.

“Look, don’t let me ruin your evening. Carry on as you were.” Sirius encouraged, hoping that they would get the hint that he didn’t want to talk anymore. Thankfully, they did, although they were obviously making a great deal to show that they were still having fun because by the time 10pm rolled around, Sirius and Remus were having to practically drag James, Lily and Peter home. James assured Sirius that they only lived round the corner so they could walk but Sirius was still wearing a damp suit and the night was cold so he was shivering slightly until James decided to throw and arm around his shoulders and slur about how much he missed him.

It took them almost 30 minutes to get them to their flat, a walk which Remus had tiredly told Sirius usually only takes 10 minutes at the very most. After watching James struggle to undo their door, Sirius took his key and let James and Lily in whilst Remus did the same for Peter. It turned out that James and Lily lived in one flat and Peter and Remus lived opposite them. Soon Peter was in as well and it was just Sirius and Remus left alone. Remus hadn’t drank that much, used to being the one to drag the others home.

“Hey, thanks for helping me. Usually I have to drag them all by myself.” Remus said with a nervous chuckle as he stood just outside the doorway to his flat. He watched the shivering man in front of him and felt bad for him but knew that he would be safe, happy and warm with James. That is until they both began to hear load groaning and constant banging noises.

“Oh, no.” Sirius muttered as he looked at the door, which had been slightly left open so that Sirius could still get in there.

“Are they boning again?” Peter slurred a moment later as he appeared in the doorway, which caused Sirius to chuckle as he looked over at the shorter lad. He laughed again as he saw the Peter had stripped down to his boxers and one luminous pink sock. Sirius couldn’t help but wondering if they were socks that he wore to bed because they were comfortable or if Peter had worn them all day. Were they the last pair he had because he hadn’t done any washing? Or did Peter actually like them? He was stalling as he tried to think of his next move until Remus spoke again.

“Yes, they are, Peter. Now, for goodness sake, brush your teeth and go to bed.” Remus instructed, using his ’teacher voice’ as the others called it. They were all very familiar with the teacher voice. Peter mumbled something but nodded and stumbled away, his socked foot causing him to slip with every step but he didn’t seem to notice. He wasn’t walking straight anyway so it didn’t really matter. “Look, I know it’s a bit forward but you can stay with us tonight if you want to.” Remus offered, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he saw Sirius raise a brow. “I mean, we don’t have a guest bedroom like James and Lily do and it just saves you a night of listening to them… Bone as Peter so poetically put it. You’d be on the sofa but you could have a shower and borrow some clothes. Pete snores but we soundproofed his room so you won’t hear it. Tomorrow’s a Sunday and I usually cook breakfast for all of us on a Sunday morning so you could help me with that if you want?” Remus was rambling now and if Sirius’ small grin was anything to go by, Sirius knew it as well.

“I’d like that… Thank you, Remus.” Sirius practically whispered, smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks, maybe months. Hell, maybe even years. A quick shower later, Sirius was sat on the sofa in Remus and Peter’s living room, wearing a pair of Remus’ sweatpants, which were much too large on him, but he had pulled the strings around the waist tighter and that seemed to keep them up. He had also followed a fluffy jumper to wear to warm himself up. He was curled up with a blanket on his lap and a cup of tea in his hand, talking quietly to Remus. They weren’t talking about anything that had the potential to lead onto unpleasant memories. Sirius was telling stories of his memories of James from Hogwarts and Remus was telling similar stories about the shenanigans that James still got up to In recent years.

Remus was just coming to the end of a story about how James had almost gotten into a fight with an old lady at a fast food joint when he looked up from his mug and over at Sirius, only to notice that the young lad was drifting off. Remus couldn’t help the fond grin on his face as he carefully stood up, placing his own mug on the table before he gently took Sirius’ mug off of him, from where it was dangerously close to falling from his limp fingers and spilling the remaining amount on the tired aristocrat. Sirius’ fingers twitched slightly in response and he let out a long, sleepy sigh but that was it.

Remus then took both mugs to the kitchen and emptied them, rinsing them off and then leaving them on the side to be cleaned properly the next morning before he went back to Sirius. He placed a hand on Sirius’ shoulder and gently nudged him. The young lad seemed to wake slightly and blinked at Remus a couple of times before his eyes merely fluttered shut again. Chuckled fondly, Remus continued to gently nudge and shift him until Sirius got the message and sluggishly moved to lay down, when he then tucked the blankets around Sirius’ warm body. His damp hair was now down from its messy bun and had been combed so was beginning to dry and curl slightly on Sirius’ shoulders. Remus thought he looked absolutely gorgeous, despite his black eye and the fact that the clothes were far too big for him. Remus placed a hand on his arm and gently tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“Goodnight, Sirius.” He murmured before he switched the lamp in the room off and silently retreated to his own bedroom.

[Okay, so not really a Friends AU. I just liked the base plot for it. Sirius running away from his wedding like Rachel does and finding comfort from an old friend that he knew from school and hadn’t seen for years. Maybe in the future, I could add more to it, like do other parts from Friends… I have a few ideas but I’ll see how well this does and if anyone wants me to. It’s up to you guys! As usual, this has not been checked because I am a lazy piece of shit but oh well. Enjoy! Requests are open.

Side note - for those that don’t know, the Eurostar is a train that will take you from London to Paris. Gare du Nord is the train station that it takes you to in Paris!]

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