#marauders series
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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰
remus lupin x animagus!reader
𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠
summary: remus is left alone as you and the marauders focus on the animagus potion. he begins to see through your excuses and realizes his friends have all been lying to him.
notes: stupid scenes between the marauders, angsty emo remus, a few swears, vague threats, not my greatest work tbh i'm distracted by the impending school year but this is a great escape
w/c: 5k
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
the more that you say, the less i know
wherever you stray, i follow
for the umpteenth time this week, remus was asking where you were
“oh, she’s with sirius,” james replied nonchalantly, not bothering to look up from his transfiguration textbook.
remus frowned. “again? they’ve been spending a lot of time together lately.”
james shrugged. “well, they’re friends, aren’t they? friends spend time together.” james, being the token oblivious friend amongst the marauders, hadn’t realized that remus was probing out of jealousy concern for his friend’s wellbeing. james thought remus had begun to suspect their plan and was doing all he could to throw remus off their trail.
remus took a seat beside james, who still didn’t meet remus’ eye. james pushed his glasses up his nose awkwardly.
“friends spend time together… friends, right? or are they, y’know…”
“are they what? conspiring behind our backs? no, of course not!” james laughed shrilly, finally looking up at remus with a poorly concealed expression of distress plastered across his flushed face. “no, they’re just- uh, getting some alone time. you know how busy the common rooms can be nowadays,” james chuckled.
there was nobody else in the common room.
“right…” remus nodded, pursing his lips. his mind brought him back to the last time he’d seen you, curled up in sirius’s lap. “alone time is good, i suppose. have you- erm, have you all decided to get some alone time recently? i feel like i haven’t seen you all in ages.”
“yeah, m’sorry about that, mate. i’ve been real busy with… transfigurations,” james lied.
remus raised his eyebrows. “mcgonagall says you’re one of the best transfigurations students she’s ever had.”
“does she?” james squeaked. “i didn’t know that! well, peter and sirius and y/n have all been very busy, and- oh, i forgot! i’ve got to go… woo evans.” james peeked at the grandfather clock by the dormitory stairs. “would you look at that? i’m already a minute late! bye, moony! see you ‘round!”
james sprinted out of the common room, abandoning his textbook and satchel on the couch. remus knew it was invasive, but he flipped through james’ reading. it wasn’t the standard transfigurations textbook; he’d been lying about working on something for class. james had lied to remus’ face.
was he lying about everything else too? about you and sirius… being friends? friends? were you friends, or friends?
remus had never wanted to know something and not wanted to know something so badly before. but it wasn’t like he could ask you; it was as if you’d been avoiding him entirely. had he done something wrong?
besides, he thought, it’s none of my business what she does in her free time. even though she usually reserves that time for me. and she can hook up with whoever she wants, even if it’s my best friend. remus winced. and i can’t even be upset with sirius because he doesn’t know how i feel. fuck.
--
breaking multiple wizarding laws all at once should probably be considered a bad thing. emphasis on the ‘probably,’ because you were having the time of your life sneaking and stealing throughout the castle.
you and sirius were the designated researchers; james was busy with quidditch captain training and peter had been flooded with new tutoring requests. fortunately, you were proficient in the dewey decimal system while sirius was an experienced curfew-breaker. the two of you were quite the efficient duo when it came to stealing borrowing books from the restricted section.
“are you kidding me?” sirius hissed, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was reading the page correctly. “keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month?”
“what did you think? this is why being an animagus is ministry regulated! it’s hard! and bloody dangerous, if you’ve forgotten!”
sirius looked at you quizzically. “what, you’re gonna back out now?”
you pulled you head back, incredulous. “are you kidding me? i’m the one who did all the research in the first place and talked to remus and am the potions prodigy here. watch it, black. you need me.”
sirius rolled his eyes. “whatever, princess.”
you whacked him. “keep it down, princess.”
it seemed you had spoken too late. pittering footsteps were fastly approaching, raising goosebumps on your arms. “shit shit shit fuck, it’s ms. norris!” you slammed the book shut and tucked it under your armpit.
sirius glared at you. “did you have to shut it so loudly?”
“oh my godric, can you just- run, idiot!”
sirius wrapped an arm around you, tucking the cloak securely to your bodies as you swiftly made your escape. sirius was about to push open the library doors when filch burst from the corridor outside. you slammed sirius back, pinning him to the wall with one arm propping yourself up and the other gripping the restricted book with such force that your hands were trembling.
sirius looked down at you bashfully. he was usually the one pinning girls against walls.
you didn’t bat an eyelash at him. your head was swiveled, your eyes wide and trained on filch’s receding figure. “students out of bed! students in the library!” he yelled, though there was nobody around to listen to him.
deciding it was safe to leave, you grabbed sirius’ hand and yanked him through the door. as you ran through the corridor, shoes echoing against the stone walls, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind you. you could hear filch on your tail, and the two of you sprinted desperately in the direction of the common room.
“wait! wait,” you panted. “should we go straight for the dungeons and grab the mandrake leaves tonight? we’re already out of bed, so we might as well, right?”
sirius paused. “nah, we’ve got potions tomorrow. i’ll hook up with someone in the ingredients cabinet and slip a couple. let’s just put the book away.”
you snorted. “you? hook up with someone in the cabinet? please, as if slughorn would trust you to step foot near it in the first place. i’ll snag the leaves.”
--
slughorn was in a particularly jovial mood today. “good morning, miss y/l/n!” he beamed as you stepped foot in the classroom. slightly caught off guard, you waved hesitantly.
“sit here!” james hissed, waving at you so aggressively that his curls were bouncing. you grinned, slipping in beside him. “did you guys do it last night?”
“yeah, but sirius was so loud and filch nearly caught us! how is it that you four go sneaking around when sirius is so damn noisy?”
from behind you, remus chewed on his bottom lip, staring furiously at a dried mystery substance on his desk. it looked like his suspicions were correct. james had lied to him twice. but he finally got his answer—you and sirius were hooking up. in the library, of all places! godric, he’d never be able to set foot in there without thinking about you the defiling acts committed against the bookshelves.
“hey, beautiful.” sirius purred as he claimed the seat beside remus. “g’morning james, moony.”
you laughed delicately, and remus’ heart pulled. he considered himself lucky enough to be able to hear your laughter; he wished he could be the cause. maybe that was selfish of him.
“how come moony gets a cool nickname and we don’t?” james whined, twisting to face the two boys behind him. he rested one hand on your desk to hold himself steady, and for the first time, remus found himself jealous of an appendage.
“it’s ‘cos you’re not cool, jamie.”
james pressed his hands to his cheeks like he was horrified. “you’re being mean, y/n!” he huffed and crossed his arms, mimicking toddler-like mannerisms. you and sirius laughed. even remus found himself chuckling—he could never not be entertained by james’ caricatures.
“jamie,” sirius mocked, holding james’ chin to turn his face up. “aw, jaime, you look so pretty today, jaime.”
james recoiled. “yeah, it’s not as cute when you’re the one saying it. i take it back; i don’t need a nickname.”
sirius smiled smugly.
james swung an arm around your shoulders. “but you, however, can call me whatever you want.” he winked comically.
you groaned. “get your grimy hands off me!” you pushed him away, pretending to dust your shoulders. “absolutely disgusting, you are.”
remus clenched his jaw. why did he have to befriend two of the most charming, flirty bachelors in the entire school?
“hey, where’s peter?” sirius whispered as slughorn cleared his throat, signaling the beginning of his lesson.
“he’s sick,” you blurted.
“yep! food poisoning. he thinks it was the raspberry jam,” sirius added.
james’s face dropped. “i ate the raspberry jam!”
you kicked james’s shin. you pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “he’s getting the crystal phials, jamie. c’mon, keep up.”
james blushed, pulling back. remus sighed. first sirius, and now james? to be fair, he should’ve known better. you were beautiful and witty and charismatic. he was hardly the first person to fall in love with be interested in you. it was naive to think that you’d just wait around for him to muster up the courage to confess his feelings, if he ever had the courage to.
that wasn’t very gryffindor of him.
slughorn clapped his hands excitedly. “now, page 482 will list the potion ingredients! for those with last year’s edition, make sure you switch out the bay leaves for mandrake leaves; the ingredients list is a little outdated…”
you looked over at james; his wide eyes mirrored yours. “i’ve got it,” you mouthed, knowing james wouldn’t have caught on otherwise. he nodded affirmatively.
lingering slightly longer than the other students, you cursed yourself for overlooking the most important part of this all: storage. you’d successfully obtained four extra mandrake leaves, but you had nowhere to store them. your skirt didn’t have pockets, and it’d be incredibly awkward to stuff them in your shirt.
“miss y/l/n, is everything alright back there?” slughorn called. his heavy footsteps sounded closer and closer to you.
“uh, yes! i had trouble finding the leaves, that’s all!”
when you turned your head around, you found slughorn in front of you with a suspicious expression. “the leaves were previously pulled out so that students wouldn’t have trouble finding them,” he said slowly.
you gulped.
“not to worry, m’dear!” slughorn chortled. “we all have our off days. now, you best get started on your potion.”
you shoved your hand up the sleeve of your robe to hide the large cluster of leaves in your fist, hoping nobody would ask why one of your arms had suddenly disappeared.
when you returned, sirius quirked his head questioningly. you nodded once. pretending to dig through your satchel for a quill, you quietly slipped in the four mandrake leaves.
--
“james has been awfully quiet recently,” lily commented offhandedly, brushing her hair in the dormitory mirror. “i think it’s been—what, like three weeks?—since he’s last asked me out.”
mary picked her head up from her focused nail painting and smiled mischievously. “is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“a- a good thing, of course! i don’t want anything to do with him. he’s such a cocky, arrogant, know-it-all,” lily huffed.
“and what about you?” dorcas watched as you began to fiddle with your fingers. “you haven’t been as chatty as usual. is there something going on between you two?”
lily stiffened.
“no, godric no! we’re not like that at all.”
lily visibly relaxed.
marlene gasped. “oh my merlin, is it sirius? he’s been so weird during quidditch practices lately, and i always see you two whispering and… y’know,” she waggled her eyebrows. “you’ve been very affectionate as of late.”
you groaned, covering your face and throwing yourself backward on your bed. “argh, why does everyone think i’m getting with james or sirius? there’s literally nothing that could-”
“don’t you start,” lily chided. “even remus noticed! it can’t be a coincidence that he got all grumpy at the same time you started getting closer to james and sirius. he’s obviously jealous!”
you giggled nervously. “jealous? w- why would he be jealous?”
dorcas moaned, dragging it on in frustration. “i swear, you’re so thick sometimes! remus likes you; he has for like, forever!”
you threw your hands in the air. “no, he hasn’t! he would’ve said something if he did. plus, he’s been ignoring me for weeks. if he liked me, why would he act like i’ve contracted the plague? every time i try talking to him, he has some flimsy excuse to avoid me and that’s no way to treat somebody you ‘like.’”
marlene slammed her hand on her knee. “i am this close,” she pinched her fingers together, “to slapping the stupid out of you! he’s jealous! do i have to spell it out for you? j-e-a-l-”
“i know how to spell jealous!” you snapped. “sorry, it’s just- i really miss him, y’know? i don’t know how to fix this when he won’t even let me explain.”
“bloody hell…” lily set her hairbrush down. “you like remus, don’t you!” she pointed to you excitedly.
“no, i don’t! what are y’talking about?” you screeched, jumping up and scrambling away from your gleeful friends. “nooo! leave me alone!”
“aha! you so do! you like remus!” mary screamed, clapping her hands.
“you miss him, don’t you? you miss your loverboy?” marlene pressed her hands to her heart and pretended to swoon.
dorcas jumped up and down. “does this mean we get to play matchmaker?”
you shrieked, waving your hands in dissent. “no! you can’t tell him! please don’t tell him, it’ll ruin everything. and james, sirius, and peter will have to deal with it too—oh, just please keep it a secret.”
the girls looked disappointed but agreed. lily sighed understandingly. “we’ll let you handle it at your own speed. but that doesn’t mean we won’t bother you about it!”
you were in the middle of a complaint when you heard glass shattering. your head turned towards the sound immediately, eyebrows furrowing. when you opened the door, you saw shards of—what was that? crystal phial pieces were on the ground right outside your door.
peter.
it must’ve been peter. peter was a notorious gossip. if he’d heard anything…
--
“i heard something!” peter announced triumphantly to james and sirius. remus, as usual, had been left out of the equation.
“hey, where you all headed off to?” remus looked up from his book, already knowing the answer. his friends were going somewhere—anywhere, really—that was without him.
sirius cleared his throat. “erm, peter is having problems with his-”
“-menstruation!” james clarified, much to the horror of his three friends.
“excuse me?” remus and peter said in tandem.
james coughed. “what i mean is…”
“what our pal james here means is that… madam pomfrey gave us detention so now we’re, uh- cleaning the menstruation… products,” sirius lied poorly.
“right,” remus sighed. it was an terrible excuse, and all the marauders knew it, but remus had grown sick of probing his friends for real answers. they had made it clear they wanted nothing to do with him. even you, who had made the most effort to keep in touch with him recently, had clearly put a wall between the two of you. it was like you didn’t trust him anymore, or like you only stayed with him out of pity.
he didn’t have much going for him these days.
“what? what did you hear?” james gasped, jumping to his feet at peter’s entrance. “c’mon, out with it!” james was an infamous gossip.
peter lowered his voice conspiratorily. “i may or may not have heard y/n talk about her huge crush on moony!”
“what?” james shouted. sirius slapped a hand over james’ mouth as his shocked exclamation echoed around the potions dungeons.
“godric, shut up, would you?” sirius snipped.
“that’s rich, coming from you.” james mumbled the best he could from behind sirius’ hand.
“and this just confirms my theory that remus is jealous! even lily thinks so,” peter said smugly. he set down three crystal phials (and pulled a fourth replacement from his pocket) before crossing his arms in satisfaction.
“what?” james whisper-shouted. “jealous? why would moony be jealous?”
“beacuse,” sirius drawled sarcastically, “he likes her. nah, that’s an understatement. are you bloody daft? he’s been in love with her since second year!”
james’ jaw dropped. “no way!”
peter rubbed his temple. he opened his mouth, probably to say something sarcastic, but was interrupted by a new presence.
“hello, folks!” you chirped, more bubbly than usual.
“what’s up with you?” sirius probed, taking note of the way your lips were forcibly pressed together as you tried to hide a sneaky smile.
“oh, nothing. i’m just… having a good day, ‘s all!
“hey, can i talk to you?” it was dinner, and after a good meal, remus finally decided to talk to you. he jogged after you as he saw you leaving the great hall, planning on confronting you. well, it wasn’t as much of a confrontation as it was a need for reassurance.
“oh, of course! is something wrong?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through pinched eyebrows. he loomed over you—as he did most people; remus was extremely tall—and you craned your neck to look him in the eyes, subconsciously stepping backward until you found your spine pressed against the cool stone brick.
remus’ heart twisted slightly. for some reason, he felt guilty for making you worry. “everything’s fine, love. i was just wondering- well, you and the boys have been busy lately. and last time we talked, the subject was-”
remus was cut off by the sound of a clique of giggling first years, presumably making their way back to their dorms. their footsteps slowed momentarily as one of them pointed towards you, eliciting another wave of giggles and whispers. you realized that to an outsider, it would seem as if you and remus were an impatient couple having their way with each other right outside the doorway of the great hall.
remus seemed to have come to the same realization because he pulled you a little closer and shielded you from the curious first years, ushering you into a quieter corridor. he breathed shakily, continuing where he’d left off. “the subject of our last conversation was… unusual and perhaps distressing, i know. and i just- the last thing i want to do is make you uncomfortable, and you’ve been avoiding me and i just have to know if i’ve done anything wrong? would you- of course, i don’t blame you if you want some space, or to not see me again; i don’t expect any kindness from you and you don’t owe me any-”
“remus fucking john bloody lupin, don’t you dare go there; to think so lowly of me,” you grinned, “is truly hurtful, it really is. you’ll never be rid of me, remus lupin. even if you were a dementor—actually, that’s not- ah, well you get my point.”
remus smiled softly. he raised an eyebrow. “i don’t think so; can you repeat that for me?”
you made a disappointed face at him, crossing your arms. “fine, be that way. y’know, i don’t get all mushy-gushy with just anyone, so don’t push it!”
remus snorted. “‘mushy-gushy…’ damn it, you’re so adorable,” he mumbled to himself.
“what was that? can you repeat that for me?” you repeated remus’ words in the same tone he’d used just before.
remus blushed. “alright, that’s enough now. just… i hope you know that you can talk to me about anything, okay?”
it was like you were melting in the richness of his sweet gaze. “okay,” you whispered.
that turned out to be entirely untrue. “i’ve got the dew, and remus is still none the wiser!” you bragged, holding out a pristine glass, which did in fact, contain dew untouched by sunlight nor human feet.
“in no way do i mean to doubt your excellence and incredible skill,” sirius marveled, “but how in godric’s great name did you manage to pull that one off?”
“i didn’t say you needed me for no reason, now did i?” you smirked, referring back to the night in the library where sirius had doubted your dedication to the animagus plan. “but, if you must know, being slughorn’s favorite does have its perks.”
james visibly recoiled. your eyes widened. “no, not like that, james! ugh, you’re disgusting! i asked for after-class dungeon access and apparently, there’s a good source of structured water in one of the office crevices.”
peter whooped. “you broke into an office too? sick!” he was busy celebrating your achievement before he sat up with a realization. “oh, and i’ve got the chrysalises as well!” he pulled out a slightly squished sachet. “sorry, i may have sat on it.”
sirius licked his lips, admiring peter’s treasure. “death’s-head dawk moths… i don’t understand how you two are getting these things!”
it was peter’s turn to gloat. “hagrid owed me a favor,” he said cryptically.
james flipped through a couple pages of the book you’d been following along with. “right, so we put the leaves in and one of our hairs… then a teaspoon of the dew… and then the chrysalis after seven days. after seven days? we’ve miscalculated!”
the room burst into panicked chaos. if only remus was here to sort out the problem, as he usually would.
“it’s fine, we can just do the first steps today and come back next week.”
“but where would we store the phials?”
“what if someone takes them?”
“what if they break?”
“if we misread this step, who’s to say we haven’t messed up the others?”
“stop it!” you shouted. “just spit out the damn leaf. i’ll come back next week since i have dungeons access; in the meanwhile, we’ll store it in that crevice i found.”
the three marauders sighed in relief. as you began the potion process, you heard sirius whimper.
“my hair! i have to pull out my hair!”
--
“i thought we were going to the library today?” remus smiled nervously from the common room couch as he watched you scramble to pack up your belongings much more hastily than someone who should’ve been on their way to spend a relaxing afternoon with their best friend.
you winced. “oh merlin, i’m so sorry, rem. i totally forgot; i’m actually busy. like, right at this exact moment, unfortunately. so i won’t be able to make it.” you smiled thinly.
remus’ faint smile fell—no, collapsed—into an insecure frown. “b- but we talked about this just yesterday! i don’t understand… i thought everything was good between us? are you sure i haven’t- there’s really nothing going on?” unbeknownst to you, remus’ mind had been overanalyzing every interaction with you every night since you’d left his room in an unusually negative matter during your potions study session.
“no, you’ve been wonderful, rem. but, i really should get going! i have to tutor somebody. erm, it’s malfoy.”
remus narrowed his eyes. “you’re tutoring lucius? in what subject? are you sure that’s a good idea? you know he’s a-”
“i’ve got it, alright!” you snapped. you took a step back instantly, placing distance between you and remus. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know where that came from. i’ve been a little frazzled recently, i’m so sorry,” you mumbled, glancing behind your back at remus one final time before running out the portrait hole.
remus bit his lip. don’t cry, he chided, that’s stupid. there’s no reason to fucking cry. remus couldn’t help it, though. it was true that you’d been frazzled, but it seemed to only be around remus. you were perfectly content spending time with the other marauders; in fact, it seemed like you’d been spending more time with his friends than he had. you’d never been that close to them before! and lucius? lucius malfoy, the pureblood snob with perfect grades? you were clearly lying about something. that made two people—james and now, you.
as you descended the stairs to the dungeons, head whipping around cautiously as you slipped pass the slytherin common room entrance, you shook your head sadly. you were a horrible liar, and you knew you could only keep up the facade for so long before remus started to suspect something. it was by sheer luck that he hadn’t already found out you and the other marauders’ plan.
you tried to calm the feeling of your stomach dropping to the ground by calculating the steps you’d have to take in the next few days to brew the potions. you mumbled the instructions to yourself. “seven days with the chrysalis… we visit back on thursday… electrical storm… red… bloody hell!”
it was lucius—the real lucius—in front of you, protected by his slytherin gang. you nodding in greeting, hoping to simply turn away and go about your business, but of course, that was unrealistic.
“litle y/n…” lucius raised his eyebrows. “what are you doing down here, all alone, by the dungeons? waiting for someone, perhaps?”
you batted your eyelashes and plastered on a fake smile. “lucius. bellatrix. barty. fancy seeing the three of you here,” you deflected.
bellatrix sneered. “i didn’t realize we were on a first-name basis, itty gryffindor.”
barty nodded along, always ready to agree with bellatrix. “yeah, that’s pretty bold of you.”
“well, i’m a gryffindor, am i not? bold is implied with the house.”
“your house,” lucius mocked. “might i remind you, you’re on slytherin grounds. i’d watch your back, if i were you.”
“oh yeah? and what’s that supposed to mean, lucius?” you spat.
“nothing at all, darling,” bellatrix intervened smoothly, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards maliciously. “but surely, you know how things are these days… your type ought to be more cautious.”
you glared at her, eyes wandering her face as if to memorize it. you gave no time to barty or lucius. bellatrix had always been, and still was the one in charge.
clutching your wand a little tighter, you turned your back on the three and continued to the dungeons, feeling their stares linger on your back. against your will, you shivered.
--
you and peter were both sitting on the floor of the boy’s dorm, sketching and pointing excitedly to a piece of parchment containing weather diagrams that you’d begged professor sinstra for. james who had just taken a shower—evidenced by his fogged up glasses and unruly curls—was grumbling to sirius about how quidditch practice had been canceled due to the lightning storm predicted for tomorrow.
sirius was hardly listening, rubbing oils into the roots of his hair.
“hey, save some for me!” james scolded. sirius had recently gotten james hooked on haircare.
you and peter snickered at the petty argument, prompting sirius to turn around and stick his tongue out at you. that was the scene remus walked in on—his four friends laughing and lounging around his room, without him.
remus cleared his throat. all four sets of eyes shot over to him, who didn’t even bother to hide his hurt. it was bad enough that his three best friends had spent nearly an entire month excluding him, but to see you replacing the fourth spot meant for him? to see you become closer to his three friends than you’d ever been with him? remus thought it would be stupid to cry before this, but now, it seemed like a justified reaction.
“h- hey,” he rasped, swallowing thickly and clutching the strap of his satchel. his knuckles grew pale.
you froze, watching as remus took in what was before him. james, half-naked with a towel slung low around his waist, sirius, preening in front of a mirror, and peter, who was huddled closer to you than remus had been for a month. you were completely unfazed by it all.
remus could feel his heart crumble. how many times had you been with an undressed james for it to become a casual sight for you? how often had you been seeing sirius that watching him in all his handsomeness didn’t draw as much as a blush from you? how much had you and peter been touching this past month to make the sliver of space between you into a comfortable norm? and how come, in all the years remus had been your best friend, he’d never made it this far?
it was impossible not to see the tremble of remus’ bottom lip, which he bit harshly, before he turned on his heel and left the dorm with a slamming of the door. you scrambled to your feet immediately, chasing after him.
“remus!”
he said nothing.
“rem, where are you going? hey, come back!” you had begun running in order to keep up to remus’ long strides, catching him just before the portrait hole closed.
“sorry, i’ve… got homework,” he lied.
“no, you don’t. you did it all on monday, i watched you. don’t lie to me, rem-”
“lie to you?” remus hissed, turning around forcefully and grabbing your forearm. “lie? like you’ve been lying to me for over a month? like you and peter and sirius and james? it’s fine if you like my friends; you can like whoever you want. but you didn’t even have the decency to tell me. you’ve just ignored me—and now you’re lying to me!” remus watched as guilty tears formed on your waterline. “don’t fucking cry, damn it. y- you don’t get to pretend to be all innocent when you’re the one who did this. you did this to us. i don’t even- what even are we, y/n?”
he used your name.
as seemingly insignificant as it was, that was what pushed you over the edge. remus let go of you and continued to the library as if nothing had happened, but he was battling his own tears. his tipping point had been the sound of your sniffles.
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s.b Holidate extras - sirius loves her
Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader (holidate reader)
Word Count: 4k
Synopsis: just a little insight into Sirius' feelings over the years <3 i really want to rewrite holidate from his perspective but if it happened it would be an end of year/next year thing, but also i am in the mood to write, I still have my cedric fic that i need to upload and i am self indulging myself with a regululs fic because respectfully i'm only an active writer when i'm at my worst mentally <3 but idk if i'll upload it because it is very self indulgency but i can be convinced
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Sirius Black was sure that his mother had been trying to set him up with her since the day she was born.
He wasn’t sure because he couldn’t remember, but he was willing to place a very hefty bet that from the moment his mother first saw her, she had began praising her beauty and he was sure that she hadn’t stopped since.
He had vague memories when he was a baby of his mother cooing at her and rambling on about how gorgeous she was. Sure, Sirius was barely a year a old, but he swears that his mother would do it so often, that the memory was ingrained in his mind at such a young age.
Because that was all he would hear.
‘Don’t you think she’s just adorable?’
‘She’s just so stunning.’
‘She’s the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen.’
So maybe, when Sirius was a few years older and could actually speak and form his own thoughts, his mothers constant pestering about her beauty had managed to seep into his mind. Sirius was still too young to be interested in girls, but he knew that beautiful meant something nice to look at, and she was nice to look at.
She always had nice dresses on, her hair always combed to perfection - even as a young girl - and she had a cheeky smile that his mother used to say would one day get her in trouble.
Sirius didn’t understand. There were many things he did that she said would get him in trouble one day. When he spoke back: ‘That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day, Sirius Orion Black.’ When he grumbled and moaned about going to all the fancy events: ‘That attitude of yours is going to get you into trouble one day, Sirius Orion Black.’ But when she said it about her it sounded different and this annoyed Sirius. ‘Oh my,’ she had exclaimed when they were barely six years old, ‘that smile of yours is going to get you into trouble one day.’ She even laughed, ‘don’t know how anyone could ever say no to you.’
But even when Sirius was a tiny bit older and he had a very vague understanding that girls could be pretty, he still thought she was pretty. Even if he still wasn’t sure how much of this thought was his mother’s doing.
She was his friend, of course he found her pretty. She was always shy at first, but Sirius knew how to get her talking and as soon as she started giggling at his idiotic ways, he couldn’t help but laugh with her, even if he didn’t really find it funny.
She was gentle and kind to him when not everyone in that society was, and Sirius began to understand that beautiful didn’t just have to mean something nice to look at.
And when Sirius was a little bit older still, a year or two before he would be off to Hogwarts, he had a pretty good feeling that even if his mother hadn’t been constantly nagging him about her beauty since the moment he was born, he would still find her pretty.
He wasn’t sure what it was. There were other girls in their society, close to his age, but he didn’t think they were pretty like he thought she was pretty. Sure, they dressed nice and there was never a hair out of place, just like her.
But there was something missing.
Sirius didn’t think about it too much, she was his friend and that was all.
Even at this age he knew that he was a black sheep in his familiy and in this society and he knew that none of his thoughts or beliefs aligned with those of the people around him and he had a sneaky suspicion that this had impacted who he found pretty.
Which, he knew, didn’t make sense considering she was very much a part of that society, but he was still a child. It wasn’t a big deal.
Until he got to Hogwarts. And even at eleven, the girls at Hogwarts were very much attracted to Sirius Black and Srius Black was never one to shy away from attention. And he thought they were pretty, he really did, but even if he would never have admitted it, he knew none of them compared to her.
He thought she was pretty in a way that only an eleven year old could. She had a nice smile and Sirius liked the colour of her eyes. He preferred it when she wore her hair down and he liked when she wore red. But these were only fleeting thoughts that he never spent too long on.
And then came the day she stopped talking to Sirius and Sirius felt like absolute shit. She got angrier and meaner and had her glare always been this icy? She had glared at him multiple of times throughout their childhood, but there was always a playful crease between her eyebrows that Sirius often found the urge to smooth out.
Sirius was a little older now, and he thought that as her mean demeanour grew, his attraction to her would shrink.
It was probably why he never found anyone else in that society attractive. They were all assholes. She wasn’t.
But it seemed his mother had really done a good job of ingraining her beauty into his mind because he couldn’t escape the thought.
Not that he thought about it often, it would flicker into his mind late at night when he lay awake, trying to figure out why she stopped talking to him. And it would pass his thoughts when he saw her laughing with her friends, only for her face to turn cold as soon as she made eye contact with him.
And then Sirius was old enough to be genuinely interested in girls and he got a girlfriend, and then another, and then another, and a few nights here and there as well. And he managed to keep her out of his mind for the most part of it.
Of course, that was when she wasn’t rolling her eyes at him or telling him how pathetic he was.
If he was beiing honest, which he didn’t really want to be, he was starting to see her in a new light. Because as much as he’d deny it if anyone asked, she really was gorgeous.
She was effortlessly pretty and Sirius needed to know that she woke up looking like a mess because there was no way a person could be as perfect as her.
She didn’t wear makeup at Hogwarts, but he thought that maybe she wore it when they had Common Room parties. But it didn’t make a difference to Sirius, because whether she had makeup on or not, her eyes still sparkled when she laughed and when she was talking about something she enjoyed her whole demeanour lit up.
He had seen how she dressed outside of Hogwarts which was why he knew that she dressed much more casually at school. And maybe, every weekend Sirius would look over to her in the Great Hall to see if she was wearing that one pair of jeans that he especially loved. And now, Sirius thought he preferred when she tied her hair back because he liked the way the necklace she had been wearing since she was a child rested on her chest. That was all.
He hoped that maybe her beauty would diminish as she continued to be cruel to him and Sirius would say that it did, but he knew deep down, that it didn’t.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts wasn’t the end of it either. If he wanted any support from his parents, he still needed to show up to those stupid events that society held and it wasn’t until Christmas of the year they finished Hogwarts that Sirius realised he had been lying to himself for most of his life.
She was wearing a red dress that hugged every curve on her body and these shoes that made her legs seem like they went on forever, and Sirius grabbed two champagne flutes from the server next to him and drank them both in one go.
It wasn’t a new fact to Sirius that she was always well dressed, but she was no longer wearing the frilly, flowery dresses he now knew her mother dressed her in and Siriuis didn’t know what to do with himself.
Of course, the day ended with a fight between the two of them. And, maybe, Sirius was the one who started it, but they were standing next to each other at the dessert table and he couldn’t really say, ‘hey, I really like this dress, it looks really good on you,’ after years of fighting, so instead he said, “Huh, I thought I’d never have to see you again after Hogwarts.”
That earned him an eyeroll and a scoff and a, “That makes two of us.” and a sarcastic smile to really seal the deal.
So maybe, Sirius’ eyes had a mind of their own when she walked away, but the dress just fit her really well. And it was red. His favourite colour.
And so he’d find joy in seeing what she would wear to these stupid events. Sirius was old enough now to admit it. She was pretty. Anyone with common sense would say the same thing. It was something you couldn’t deny. Not that this meant anything more though.
And Siriuis didn’t deny it that night at that bar in Diagon Alley either. A place he never in a million years would have guessed he’d see her.
He couldn’t see what she was wearing because it was hidden from her coat, but he saw her jeans peaking out from the bottom and his mind wondered back to their Hogsmeade trips back at Hogwarts and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched her drink from her glass.
Sirius should have known immediately that there was something wrong, there was no possible reason that she would be here unless it was an emergency.
And then he remembered what his mother had said just a few hours ago.
“Did you hear? She’s being married off to Tiberius Nott. Such a shame,” his mother sighed, “I always hoped you two would sort out your differences, but I can’t blame her for not wanting you.” She said, as if it wasn’t even an option that Sirius might not want her. “Such a shame, she’s too pretty for him.”
And for once, Sirius agreed with his mother. She was too pretty for him.
So Srius sat there and pretended like he didn’t want to tell her that Nott was punching above his weight. And he watched her walk into Malfoy Manor in another tight fitted red dress and Siriuis, once more, finished his champagne in one sip.
And so, maybe, when he proposed his idea to fake date her, it came from a selfish place. But Sirius couldn’t help it. Really.
She was standing outside, her body shivering from the cold, the shoes she was wearing making her legs look they went on forever and those stupid tight dresses she wore. It made him lose all rational thought and so really, he couldn’t be to blame.
And then New Years Eve came and his stupid brother had to come in and ruin everything, even if at first he was glad for his brothers presence because just maybe he wanted an excuse to kiss her. He tried to convince himself he didn’t want to, he tried to tell himself that he saw her like a sister, but he knew it wasn’t true and in the end it didn’t even matter because she didn’t want to kiss him.
Sirius didn’t know why this upset him so much.
He had faced rejection plenty of times and it didn’t phase him, but for some reason a little hole opened in his chest when she said ‘Why would I want to kiss you?’
And then she went and got drunk and Sirius couldn’t lie. He was enjoying it. She was always harsh to him and he didn’t blame her, he could be just as mean back, but tonight, she was a little looser and Sirius didn’t know whether to be happy about having a semi normal conversation with her, or upset because there was no way he was going to be kissing her when she was this drunk and when she obviously didn’t want him to.
No, he was happy because, really, he had no interest in kissing her. Really.
And then they pulled off their fake kiss and Sirius pretended a jolt didn’t go through his body at the little noise of surprise that left her lips and he pretended he didn’t feel tingly where their foreheads met or on the palm of his hands.
And then when they went home she just had to go and remind him that she didn’t actually like him. He thought they were getting somewhere normal, but he was wrong and he was a little grumpy. He wasn’t going to lie.
And it was all so overwhelming that he forget to even think about that prank his brother had also generouosly brought up. So when he was lying in bed that night, his stomach turned itself into a knot because it had taken him almost ten years to figure out that she stopped talking to him immediately after that prank.
And then Valentine’s Day came and she was suddenly in his room that he maybe spent an extra thirty minutes making sure was presentable. And maybe he knew what he was doing when he put on his grey sweatpants.
He wasn’t sure whether or not to get her a present, but he wasn’t cruel. Besides, when he saw that outfit stuffed right at the back of the stupid muggle store he had went in with Remus, there was one person that came into his mind.
Simply because he called her princess. That was all. Really.
And he thought it was funny so he brought it over and laughed even if she was not impressed. But she was getting ready and he thought her dress was a little ridiculous and a little over the top, but it fit her nicely and his mind was still swirling with that prank from their second year so he stood beside her like a good boyfriend should and at the end of the day, he apologised.
He was surprised when she agreed to come with him to St. Patrick’s Day, but he was grateful because he was telling the truth. He really didn’t want to hear about all the people his friends were telling him about, but he left out the part that it felt wrong. It felt like cheating.
He didn’t want to get his frends involved in their fake dating scheme, but he’d rather that than trying to explain why he sudddenly, wasn’t interested in dating.
And she came in this short green dress and Sirius suddenly became a fan of green. And it was lucky he had already had four cups of firewhiskey before she arrived, otherwise he might not have been able to tell her.
And maybe that much alcohol was the reason that this was the night Sirius was finally honest with himself.
It just popped into his head.
I love her.
And he wanted to shake himself because he didn’t love her. But with her eyes sparkling as she thanked him and teased him about the last time they spoke about style he couldn’t help but hear his mother’s praise of her in his head. ‘She’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen.’
And when she was playing with Harry and he realised she was good with kids he wondered why this was a universal turn on because suddenly, he was picturing her with his kids and Sirius told himself to slow down.
And then she was sitting in his leather jacket, in his arms, talking with his friends and the thought came back to Sirius.
I love her.
No. He didn’t. But he could love her. He thought.
When she wasn’t at his throat she wasn’t that bad. And so when she left Sirius tried to explain to her that he did actually enjoy her company so maybe she wouldn’t be so harsh with him, but then he fucked it up as he usually did.
And, of course, he was beating himself up for it as soon as she left, but like she usually does, his mother just had to help break him down.
‘You’ve been going out for a while now,’ she hummed. They’d had this conversaiton plenty of times before and it always ended with ‘Don’t ruin this, Sirius.’
‘She could ruin this too, you know?’ He would reply because he knew she could be mean if she wanted to, but this time he kept quiet, because he thought maybe he had ruined it.
So Easter came and Sirius wasn’t entirely sure what his heart was doing when he saw her with Nott, but he knew it didn’t feel good. Sirius wasn’t one to feel insecure, but even he couldn’t lie and say that her and Nott didn’t look good together.
Much better than what he probably looks with her. And then they spent that night together and Sirius was sure that something had changed and he hoped it was going in the direction he wanted it to go in.
And maybe he wanted to hint at that when he asked her what she thought would have happened if he had been sorted into Slytherin. A question that had been bothering him since his first night at Hogwarts.
He laid there with his eyes closed, but he was far from sleep and so when she suddenly stopped reading he opened one eye to see her eyes closed and the book fall flat on her chest.
He smiled to himself.
He wanted to stay like this. He wanted to lie next to her and pull the blanket closer to her but he knew that wasn’t a normal thing to do. So he slowly got up and wrote a note and left it with the book.
And when he put the book on her nightstand he couldn’t help but take one last look at her.
She really was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
And then Mother’s Day came and it seemed both of their mothers had done their best to ruin the day. And Sirius knew that she didn’t have a headache when she left and he knew he should have told her that his mother wanted her to come over, but how could he explain that that would make it too real?
That seeing her get along with his mother did something weird to him that he couldn’t quite explain and thinking about marriage made his stomach do a flip because Sirius had spent his whole life being uninterested in marriage, but now, he couldn’t get it out of hs head.
And then the Engagement came and Sirius had never felt so insecure. Why was she being so cruel? And why did he want to do nothing other than go and comfort her when she was crying and asking to break up? He was sure they were going in a good direction, but he suddenly felt like he was twelve years old all over again trying to imagine what could have possibly happened that made her stop talking to him.
Then it was her birthday and Sirius was kicking himself because he had been preparing her present since Easter and it felt wrong not to give it to her. He wanted to give it to her on her actual birthday, but then he saw her with Nott and he saw that necklace on her that he had never seen before and suddenly the two books in his hand looked pathetic, so he hid it behind the corner of her house and tried to act like everything was normal when he came over and spoke to her.
Sure, maybe it was weird for him to be doing this. But it was her birthday and he felt like shit and he still wasn’t sure what went wrong and maybe, he was going a little crazy because this was the second time she had done this to him and a part of him needed to know this wasn't his fault.
And Father’s Day came. He had heard a rumour that Nott was going to propose. His mother had been telling one of the other mother’s about it and Sirius had heard when he went to get a glass of water in the kitchen even though his mother changed the topic mid sentence as soon as she saw him walk into the kitchen.
She’ll say no. Was the first thought he had, but really, he couldn’t be sure. She just wanted that respectable and comfortable life that he, obviously, couldn’t provide.
That was, untl, she was at his door, her makeup smudged and her bottom lip trembling as she recalled what had happened. And Sirius would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to hear this.
And then, they were centimetres away and Sirius wanted nothing more than to kiss her. They hadn’t spoken in almost a month and he was the first person she thought to come see seconds after she declined a marriage proposal, so Sirius didn’t think it unlikely that she wanted to kiss him too. But she was very fragile and if Sirius was gonig to do this, he was going to do this right. She deserved that.
And he felt so confident in this choice until she hurriedly ran out and Sirius was ready to grovel to ensure she would forgive him for what he now understood was a mistake.
So when Sirius was trying to figure out what to dress as for Halloween, he took a gamble and went as a prince, only for the gamble to pay off when he saw her come as a princess. And even with the frown tugging on her lips, he still thought she was the prettiest princess he had ever seen.
And on his birthday when she finally became his princess, he suddenly felt infinitely lighter. Until he saw that picture of her in that princess outfiit he had provided her with. That one went straight into his drawer so only he would ever see that.
Sirius was never one to feel insecure, but if you were to tell him that he was punching above his weight with her, he wouldn’t disagree. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and he made sure that he told her that every single time he saw her, because he was sure he would die if he ever lost her again.
And he couldn’t help but laugh when he took those photos off his mirror of the girls on the motorbikes because he was sure that they would stay there forever. But they got replaced and Sirius was reminded everyday of how lucky he was.
And when they were finally married and Sirius reailsed he probably should thank his mother. He was sure that without her constant nagging of her beauty, he still would have thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, but maybe he would have needed a push into that direction. Because she was definitely out of hs league.
And he realised she was right. That smile would get her in trouble. But it also got him in trouble, because his mother was right. How could anyone ever say no to her?
And Sirius finally got to wake up to her every morning and he wanted to tell his younger self that unfortunately, she was perfect, and even if in the morning she woke up with the short hairs that framed her face hanging in all directions, and even if she stll had sleep in her eyes and morning breath, she still was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
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TW: drugging (so slay), gaslighting (because it's so fun), and idk what else, bad writing?
Summary: Are you just seeing things? Definitely not, but why does everyone else think so?
a/n: literally leave me alone... I know this is bad, but I think the ending is pretty good? Let me know what you think. Also sorry for the spelling errors
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
You were a woman on a mission, nothing was going to stop you from talking to the doctor, and nothing was going to stop you from getting an answer. Not even the sweet kisses your lover was leaving on your shoulders, that slowly trailed down lower. No matter how much you wish this to continue, you need answers more.
“Siri, we need to get up. You have to go to work.” You let out a content sigh as you pulled the comforter down.
His whine of protest was loud and upset. That was until he saw the time. The blankets and pillows were tossed all over the bed as he himself flew out of bed. Slipping on the hardwood floor in his socks on the way to the closet, he laid on the ground for a minute taking a ginormous breath before getting up and pulling out his outfit.
“My love, I think we should invite the others over for dinner tonight. We could pull out the sprinkler for Harry and Neville maybe?” He turned around to see you pulling on a nicer shirt than you usually wear, wanting to seem like someone who could be told important things, and smiled. “You look beautiful, as usual. Do you have plans?”
Should you tell him? Maybe he could help? No. No, this was something you and the other girls needed to figure out by yourselves.
“Just hanging out with the girls, we might go shopping? I’ll have to pick up some stuff for salad and a barbecue, i'm assuming.”
“If you, my gorgeous, stunning, lovely wife, would be so kind, then yes. I think we just need some burgers and lettuce.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before making his way out to the kitchen and grabbing the lunch you had made for him last night.
As he got in the car,, you waved and blew a kiss goodbye. He playfully caught it and put it in his pocket. Lovesick fool, you thought to yourself.
You finished dressing and packing your stuff up to go, meeting at Alice’s house. But when you got there, Lily and Marlene were the only ones there.
“Where are the others?” You questioned. But by Marlene's distasteful expression, you already knew.
“They backed out because they’re afraid everything is going to change.” Lily answered, it was clearly she was just as upset, if not more.
“Well it is going to change. Isn’t it? I mean we are finally going to get some answers.” You tried to smile reassuringly, but it probably looked like a nervous grimace.
“Let’s just go before any of us decides to back out.” Marlene pushed.
She hadn’t opened up at the gathering the other day. Had she experienced something similar? Or had she just wanted to stand by your side?
—
“You need an appointment to meet with the doctor. He is a very busy man.” The assistant repeated for the 2nd time.
“Busy? How is he busy? No one ever comes in, there isn’t a need to. Nothing ever goes that wrong. Just let us see him.” Lily said, her lack of patience bled through.
That's when Marlene pushed the assistant aside and pushed open the doctors door. There he was, reading a book by the unlit fireplace. For a moment you thought you saw the cover of The Hobbit. But at second glance it was a psychology book, specifically a Pavlovian book.
“Ladies, I wasn’t expecting any visitors today.” He let out a sigh as if he was bored of us by even looking at us. “What is so urgent that you had to burst into my office?” His voice betrays his kind and caring facial features.
“Tell us what is wrong with this place. What are you doing?” Alice asked with fervor in her voice. It was quite a sight, four angry women with their arms crossed over their chest with anger and a distressed look on their faces, facing a doctor who was quite larger than all of them. If you really thought about it, you could think that the height and build difference was to prove he was better. But of course that was silly.
“I think what you should be asking is, what is wrong with you?” He then crossed his arms.
“What did you just say to us!” Mary yelled. It was more of a statement made in disbelief and genuine hatred than a question.
“Of course I didn’t mean it in that way, ladies. I just mean… you all must be struggling with something? Are you sick?” His bored tone betraying him again.
“Why are we the only ones affected? There has to be some explanation as to why everything is perfect.” You stated. “Why does my husband make me breakfast on the weekends?” You questioned.
“Why does James never run late to work?”
“Why is the grass always so short without being cut for weeks?”
“Why is every week the same?”
The doctor looked a bit taken back by the comments before springing into action.
“I think I have just the thing for this.” He rummaged through his desk drawers before pulling out a bottle of pills. “One for each of you.” He started as he opened the bottle.
Alice looked unsure for a moment before grabbing on from him, Lily was the next to give in, the rest following soon. But not one of the women actually put it in their mouth.
“Maybe you’re the one who needs it, doctor?” Marlene grabbed the by the wrist harshly, and dragged him closer then reaching to put it in his mouth.
“GUARDS!!” The doctor yelled before the pill was shoved into his mouth. Though he quickly spit it out. Not a moment later a bunch of burly men came in and began grabbing at everyone. Something poked you in the arm, a few moments later you began to get dizzy and everything turned blurry. You couldn’t fight back, so you just accepted your fate.
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Waking up in a strange white room you tried to sit up, only to find yourself restrained.
“It’s for your own good, love.” His voice was quiet but still there.
“Don’t call me that.” You sounded tired, the words still soured a bit. Sirius’s hand then found its way on to yours. If you could, you would have pushed it away and turned on your side. “What happened to the others?”
“Others? Who are you talking about?” He sounded genuinely confused.
“Lily, Alice, the others?” Looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, you almost gave in to whatever story he was about to feed you.
“There was no one else with you. The doctor found you laying on the couch burning up with a bad fever. He brought you here but you were putting up a fight, my girl is just as feisty while she is sick.” He let out a dry chuckle.
“But I'm not sick.” Trying to bring your hand up to your forehead and check how warm you actually were, you were reminded of the restraints,
“Yes you are darling, that must be the medicine talking. You must be feeling better already.”
“Sirius, I’m not sick. I haven’t been sick in a long time…”the sentence had ended but it trailed off at your sudden realization that you weren’t actually sure you could remember the last time you were sick.
“You are sick, love.” This time his voice held an angry tone. You could tell he was trying to subtly tell you to not retort, but you weren’t going to give in as easily anymore.
“Sirius Black, I am not sick. This place is sick, there is something wrong. I need to get you.” You began to pull on the restraints more aggressively now. “We need to get out, Sirius.” Panic laced your words.
“Stop talking back.” It was a threat.
“What has gotten into you? Do you not believe me? Ask Marlene. She knows.” Your voice was slowly rising.
“Marlene? Who are you talking about?”
“Who am I- What is wrong with you? Marlene, your best friend. The girl who pushed me into you all those years ago.”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know who you are talking about.” But you could see it in his eyes, he knew who she was. He knew what was going on, yet he wasn’t sharing it with you. “Nurse!” He shouted. “I think she needs a higher dose. She is talking nonsense again.”
Your heart began to speed up, hearing it echo through the room on the machine only made it worse.
“No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare put anything else in me. Just leave me alone.” Trying to shrink as far back as you could at the sight of a needle. “Don’t you dare touch me! Sirius, make her stop. Please don’t let her put anything in me.” Tears began to collect in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “Siri! Please!” The cries didn’t even sound like you. But you could feel them in your throat.
“I’m sorry. But it's for you. Just don’t move, it will hurt less..” he grabbed hold of your ankle and began to squeeze harder as he tried to drag you back down the bed.
“Stop, you're hurting me Sirius. No, stop, stop, stop” But it was too late, the nurse already injected you.
“It’s for your own good.” His voice began to muffle once again.
“I hate you, Sirius Black.” Was the last thing you said to him before everything went black.
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The Marauders come back to Hogwarts to begin their sixth year there, and many things will change for them during these coming months. Outside the safety of their school, the world is growing darker. Inside the Castle, they'll find both new friends and enemies.
Pairings : Sirius Black x Original Female Character + Jily
Warnings : graphic depictions of violence and torture, adult themes, mentions of child abuse. Several violent scenes and themes will be used in this story, be aware of this if you decide to read the fic.
This is the rewriting of my first fic ever! From 8 years ago, when my English was very poor and I had no skills in storytelling whatsoever... This fic was posted on FFC.net at the time, but I would not recommend you to read it there as a) my English was terrible and b) there will be major changes in the plot so... please, just read this version. I'll also post it on AO3. This fic was planned as a trilogy back in the days, I'll try to actually make it into the three books I had originally planned, and for which this would be the first part!
On-going series :
-Prologue + Chapter 1 : A Brand-new Year
-Chapter 2: Kiss and Resolutions
-Chapter 3: Confessions
-Chapter 4: Broomsticks
-Chapter 5: The First Prank of the Year
#sirius black#sirius black x oc#sirius black x original female character#sirius black x fem!OC#jily#sirius black fanfic#sirius black fanfiction#sirius black series#jily fanfiction#jily series#jily fanfic#marauders#marauders era#marauders fanfiction#marauders fanfic#marauders series#hp series#hp fanfic#hp#hp marauders#masterlist#masterpost#sirius black masterlist
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okay i need some help here, so please answer and give me some honest feedback because i really need it.
i want to write a remus lupin/marauders series. this will just be a short series, so like a mini marauders series.
if you’re wondering if i’m going to continue my criminal minds series, yes i am! since my criminal minds series is VERY long and based on the actual episodes, it’s going to take me some time to write the chapters and publish them, so i will write those chapters whenever i’m free. but don’t worry, i will complete this series one day!
anyway, what i need feedback on is if i should do a remus lupin x reader series or an original character series like my other stories.
hear me out first. just because i give my original characters a given name does NOT mean i don’t allow my readers to have full control over how they visualize the character.
my readers have complete control over how they visualize the character. the given name doesn’t change that. for example, you can view the character as white, black, south asian, etc. i try to never give visual descriptions of the main character in my stories.
i find giving my main character a given name easier than writing a Y/N character (however, my one shots are always Y/N characters)
so that’s what i need some feedback on. which one should i do? i want to write an original character but i find that people would rather read Y/N stories so i don’t really know what to do. i don’t mind either way though!
thanks!
#remus lupin#marauders fanfiction#marauders#the maraunders map#sirius black#james potter#peter pettigrew#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#lily evans#mary macdonald#marauders series#the marauders#harry potter#remus lupin x reader
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my favourite eras of this fandom are whenever we randomly ship two people who do NOT have any right to be that perfect together and then we all collectively get on board (like when we all got obsessed with nobleflower yk). bonus points if it's sapphic.
so i'm starting a new series where i randomly get two girls names from this wheel thing:
and i'll make headcanons about them. and hopefully at least one of the ships becomes popular or at least i see more people talking about them
I'm only gonna include the girls and femme presenting people. i tried to include a variety of characters we know pretty well and characters we don't. in case you don't know, emmeline is emmeline vance, emma is emma vanity, amelia is amelia bones, and hestia is hestia jones. if you wanna see another character added to this or you wanna see headcanons for a specific random pairing then feel free to ask me and i'll see what i can do.
these will NOT necessarily be romantic ships. i'll probably have a mix of headcanons that are platonic and romantic but if you don't like the ship in a romantic way then just focus on the ones that are platonic. also some are automatically going to be platonic: for example anything with alice or narcissa paired up with the other girls will be platonic because they are kinda older than them.
also if i get marlene + dorcas or mary + lily i won’t do headcanons about them because they’re all pretty popular already.
i didnt add bellatrix or andromeda because they are significantly older and i honestly cant see why they would interact with many people on this list. but again, if you wanna see headcanons of them with another character just message me.
i have adhd and im currently hyperfocusing on this series so there will definately be follow through on this but then again... i have adhd. so lets see how it goes!
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hi hello, my name's aggie and this is an original marauders series featuring a few original characters and primarily focusing on JAMES POTTER + MANNON BLACK ( an original Black!cousin ) but i also take requests on certain days for reader insert fiction . ㅤㅤPRIMARILY TAKES PLACE AT THE START OF THE WIZARDING WAR AND THE ORDER'S INVOLVEMENT
SUMMARYㅤ:ㅤmannon black is the shame of the black family, perhaps more so than her cousin sirius and that's saying something. having been deformed at birth, for years she was sequestered in the Black Manor like a prisoner until her father learned of a darker ancient art of transmutation thus forcing his daughter's body into a better shape. but that was merely the beginning. at fifth year, mannon left hogwarts, left london, left everything behind all together having been sick of being s censored in her prusuits. but that was before the dark lord began amassing an army. that was before the war. that was before james potter needed her.
TRIGGERS ( chapter ): VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTIONS, DARK MAGIC MENTIONS, WAR THEMES
TRIGGERS ( series ): MENTIONS OF FAMILIAL ABUSE, ABLEISM, WAR THEMES, BLOOD SUPREMACY / RACISM, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTIONS, INJURY MENTIONS, DARK MAGIC, let me know if i forgot anything!
a/n :ㅤㅤthis is more of setting the stage and introducing mannon as a character. CREATIVE LIBERTIES HAVE AND WILL BE TAKEN .ㅤCOMPLETELY ANTI-JKR.
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙎 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔;ㅤㅤㅤspells and hexes being hurled around the maze of wood and mud as Sirius tried to get away, or maybe, get to wherever the others were. James had been ahead of him when the Death Eaters found them. Remus lost somewhere in the scattering of witches and wizards. A blast curse was whipped Sirius' way and he felt his body flip violently into the air, heat and rock hitting him like a wall as he landed flat on his chest. The air rushed out of his chest like a tidal wave and he gasped. His wand. Where was his wand!? Calloused and bloody hands frantically pushed and swatted at the land as he flipped and twisted.
"Looking for this, Black?" a gravelly voice spat and James froze. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know it was Rodolphus Lestrange, the mad husband of his cousin Bellatrix. No better a match if he were honest. A rope wrapped around his ankle and gave a hard yank throwing Sirius to the left, his ribs cracking against a tree that gave only slightly from the force of his weight against it. Sirius had never felt such burning pain radiate through him and he gasped, gulping at air like a flounder out of water. Where was James? Where was Remus!? A boot against his chin pushed him onto his back and that wicked grin on Rodolphus' face looked eerily like the one his cousin had adopted as her own. Wild eyes. Greasy hair. His teeth looked sharper, somehow, as well and had he had the wherewithall, Sirius may have made a joke about his own canine teeth whenever he shifted---- but his head was fuzzy and his eyes couldn't focus through the blood and sweat dripping along his face.
"Sirius!?" His name echoed weakly through the heavy air ashe shamelessly began to pull at the mud and undergrowth. "Sirius where are you!?" Remus. It had to be. Sirius continued pulling his heavy body along the dirt, shamelessly and uncaring about how pitiful he may have looked to the wizard tauntingly stalking him.
"Look at you," Rodolphus spat, "Pathetic. How you have fallen, a pitiful, disgusting, useless sack of flesh and bone. Bellatrix will be so disappointed," Rodolphus lifted his wand with a throaty chuckle, "She was the one who wanted to kill you!" His spell was cut short as a electric bolt shot through the air and collided into his chest, sending the dark wizard hurtling backward through the air and to the dirt. Black smoke curled from the sky and twisted around as the skirt of a black dress appeared. Sirius didn't have the strength at first to look who had come. For all he knew, it was in fact his cousin Bellatrix coming to be the one to end his life. Angry at her huband for trying to steal the honor. The smoke faded and a familiar smell flittered down to where he panted on his belly; midcrawl.
Lilac and Gooseberries. It was a distinct scent. One made softer with subtle hints of warm vanilla. Sirius' eyes trailed up along the slender form in front of him until he spotted the bright violet eyes of his savior. Her name barely made it past his lips:
"Mannon."
#james potter x oc#marauders fanfic#harry potter fafic#prongs x oc#marauders series#sirius black x remus lupin#wolfstar fanfic#james potter x ofc#james potter x Black!oc#first wizarding war fanfic#serpens sanguis#james potter x female oc#original marauders fanfic
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me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings
#fanfiction the backbone of our society#andreil#kevaaron#destiel#wolfstar#jegulus#pynch#wesper#fanfiction#all for the game#aftg series#the foxhole court#neil josten#andrew minyard#marauders#fanfic#memes
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James, drunk: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?!
Stranger: What does he look like?
James, bursting into tears: BEAUTIFUL!
#harry potter series#marauders era#the marauders#the marauders era#marauders#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#james x regulus#regulus x james#starchaser#sunseeker#james is a loud emotional drunk
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this is my favourite thing in the entire universe.
creds to @wolfstar_zahri on ig <3
#wolfstar#sirius and remus#remus loves sirius#remus x sirius#remus lupin#sirius x lupin#sirius black#sirius orion black#the marauders#marauders#the marauders era#marauders era#marauders fanart#marauders art#wolfstar fanart#harry potter series
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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PRT.7
07 : APOLOGIES & COMFORT
CHPT. SUM. : sirius and remus are both very stubborn and need you to help them make amends, thankfully james is there
REQUEST. : could i request a hurt/comfort blurb with poly!marauders in the heroes in tattoos series where r is having really bad cramps and they comfort her- maybe when they're busy with clients and she doesn't want to disturb them but they notice? - requested by an anon (i had to make some tweaks, i hope you don't mind, my darling)
TAGS. : modern au, muggle au, tattoo artist!sirius black ; tattoo artist!james potter ; piercer!remus lupin ; hurt/comfort ; fluff ; mvp james ; james becomes a menace though so is he really the mvp? ; wolfstar fluff ; making up ; reader is also an mvp ; accidents happen ; period things~ ; remus is on the brink ; somebody save this man! ; no! somebody save reader from this man! ; assumes that reader does not take medication to regulate her periods ; assumes that reader wears sanitary pads for her periods
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“Sirius…” Remus sighs as he sits across from you and the man in question.
“If you have a problem, I hope you know that I don’t care,” you feel the tattooist smirk against your temple as he presses another searing kiss into your skin. The tension from the room hasn’t fully dissipated yet, however, most of the fiction was swept aside leaving the air clear enough for a more civil conversation.
With Sirius’ insistence, you were left no choice but to sit in his lap as Remus sits across from you. This left James to sit all on his lonesome, occupying the grandfather chair to your left as a warm smile reveals his asymmetrical dimple, directed solely at you.
Remus groans in frustration and stands to his full height in order to pull his sleeveless sweater off. Sirius peppers light kisses along the column of your neck but it isn’t quite enough to distract you from the image of Remus undoing the top buttons of his button-up shirt nor the way he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows - a weak attempt at trying to cool down from the heat of the previous encounter.
You’re tempted to look down once again but are too embarrassed to do so; the images that pervade your mind are too inappropriate and they taint the gentle and kind image you have of Remus… Although, maybe that isn’t too bad. A gentle giant masking an indelicate second face was quite attractive in your eyes. Maybe he’ll finally suit the rouge-ish image that comes to mind when you take in his many tattoos, which were often suppressed by his soft, dark academia-inspired fashion.
Massaging away some of the tension in his taut wrists, his large and veiny hands on full display, Remus sits back down with a frown, “This is a fucking mess—”
“—you’re a fucking mess,” Sirius shoots back, a mischievous hint in his tone as the heat in your cheeks continue to increase until you’re positive you have steam steadily rising out of your ears.
“This is serious, Sirius,” Remus calls his name almost mockingly and the icy stare Sirius sends him in return is so icy you feel the chill run down your spine without having to look.
“Oh, I am serious, don’t you know who I am?” before the tension could rise to dangerous levels again, you launch yourself off of Sirius’ lap, willing the butterflies from your stomach away and suppressing all imagery of the affection Sirius was just drowning you. It was his attempt at distracting you from the tense situation but you’re fed up of it now. It also breaks your heart seeing them like this when you know their true affections for one another.
“That’s enough!” you stand as strong as the finality ringing in your statement, “you two need to make up!” Remus and Sirius face the point of your accusing finger with disgruntled expressions, “I thought you two loved each other,” your disappointed tone makes their shoulders sag in shame and their eyes avoid one another’s.
“Dove, please—”
“—Listen…” the careful intonation in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed and wills them to hear you out with care, lips sealed shut, “you were both right — you both had good reason to act the way you did and I can’t blame either of you for wanting to steer things into a certain direction but I’m also to blame for this, okay? I was horrible at communicating my true emotions and that led to a lot of unnecessary heartache on both sides,” with a deep breath, you establish your resolve, “can’t we all just make up and move forward together?” everyone in the room knows that when you said ‘we’, what you really meant was just Remus and Sirius.
James has been an absolute angel throughout all of this, collateral damage to their bickering and unloving behaviour towards each other; stuck between a rock and a hard place. You only have sympathy for him being caught up in the middle of it all.
“Dove, it’s not—”
You swiftly interrupt, “I love all of you,” your confession makes them all stutter and flush pink in the cheeks. It’s an image that makes you smile warmly just before insecurity creeps over and your smile turns shy, “don’t… don’t you love me too?…” it was now clear in their actions that they reciprocated your romantic affections and so you weren’t wrong to assume that they wanted you to take part in their relationship…right?
The drawn out silence that followed was too much for you to bear. Even after taking some of the blame off their shoulders and confessing your love, they were still too stubborn to admit their wrongs and make up. Huffing, you make your disappointment and frustrations known with a deep frown, thoroughly concealing your heartache from their silence .
“We just need—” Sirius finally begins, stubborn as ever, only to be glared at harshly by both, Remus and James. This was not the right time for excuses. You had just worded your true feelings for them and they needed to reciprocate in kind. But those words were hard to come by, the timing for a confession also wasn’t ideal for the moment. Then again, when would it ever be. They’ve all just proven how incompetent they were at emotions despite being in such a loving relationship, and yet, you were still willing to accept and be with them romantically. The words they have for you reached beyond that of just love; they were also grateful, astonished and embarrassed for their incompetence.
“I love you too, angel, so so much,” James finally speaks up, eyes bright and his smile warm with his adoration of you. He ignores the high tension in the room, eyes fixed solely on you as he glowed like the summer sun but he doesn’t reach out for you in any way, he simply sits and admires. Admires how beautiful you look, admires how strong you are, admires how loving and sweet you remain despite all the trouble and anguish they’ve put you through.
You feel the world disappear around you and narrow your focus onto the only person you were grateful for in the room at that moment. Year heart pounds with warmth and devotion and all you want to do is be close to him. Helping yourself into James’ lap, you smile up at the bewildered look on this handsome face, “Oh James, you’re my only saving grace,”
James smiles at your words as his arms wrap around your waist, securing you in place, “yeah?” his voice is a faint whisper and airy with his adoration for you.
“Yeah,” reaching up, your arms wrap around his neck and pull him close so you can press your face under his chin. Behind you, you feel the baffled attention of Sirius and Remus, “how about I feed you some lunch again? Like we always used to do?”
Without waiting for an answer, you lean over to swipe up one of your lunch containers and proceed to feed him, completely ignoring the grumbling and whining emitting from Sirius and Remus.
“I like your thinking, angel,” James giggles adorably and happily accepts your affections as the two of you silently agree to ignore the other two until they make up. In the mean time, you’ll enjoy each other’s company in your own little bubble of love.
“How does it taste?” you ask sweetly, blatantly ignoring Remus and Sirius, sitting side-ways on James’ lap but keeping your full attention on him.
“Delicious! More than delicious!” James exaggerates and basks in the bell-like giggles he draws from you, he doesn’t want the sound to ever stop, “You’re always such a great cook, angel!”
“I made it all with love, just for you, Jamie~”
He hums low and appreciative, “I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I?”
As you continue to feed him, James takes the opportunity to look over your shoulder and smirk at the miserable faces of his two lovers. They know they deserved this unfair treatment. They also know that, to remedy it, all they have to do is abandon their pride and apologise, which is always worth it when your love is on the line — it should be easy for them. All things considered, this was just light punishment.
Faced with only one solution, Remus and Sirius turn to each other. Sirius still grumbles under his breath as Remus sighs. The brunette accepts that it was entirely his fault for pushing Sirius to suppress his natural way of loving just for his own personal fear that things would turn out horribly, otherwise. And judging from the way Sirius avoids his eyes and continues to whine, Remus knows it’s up to him to make amends.
‘But it’s not so bad’, Remus smiles to himself; seeing one of his beloved partners grumpy and stubborn was oddly charming. And now that most of the conflict has dissolved, Remus had no other reason to hold back an apology other than for his own personal pride.
Making his way over, Remus kneels down beside his grumbling lover and whispers his name affectionately, “Sirius,” Remus waits, patient and unhurried, until his beloved in question finally looks at him. As soon as they meet eyes, Remus is left thinking the same devoted thought he’s always had when drowning in his boyfriend’s diamond-grey eyes, ‘how did I get so lucky?’ which is then quickly followed by a guilty, ‘why did I ever let it get this far?’
“Remus,”
“I’m sorry,” the piercer doesn’t wait for a response and, almost desperately, leans up to capture Sirius’ lips. The kiss is filled with emotions, a mix of sincerity, love and forgiveness. The sentiments were so keen they almost smother the murmured, unspoken words on Sirius’ tongue, “what was that, love?” Remus asks against his lover’s lips, unable to pull away fully. He missed this…
“I’m sorry too…”
It was a unanimous decision to have you spend the night at the boys’ shared flat. They’ve been kept away from you for too long and tonight they wanted to make up for lost time. High on emotions and desperately missing their presence in your life too, you agree as long as you dropped by your place first for a change of clothes. But not before having Remus and Sirius apologise to James for their neglect of him.
“You know, we really are so happy to have you in our lives, dollface,” Sirius utters, leaving feathery kisses on your lips as he pushes the door to their flat open whilst carrying your duffle bag for you. He was kind enough to take you to and from your flat on his motorcycle just for the quick collection of your night time essentials.
“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Siri,” the situation has finally dawned on you but you still can’t believe the events that have lead you to this very moment.
“Stop hogging her, Padfoot!” James whines, sweeping you off your feet and hurrying to the living room with you in his arms. Once there, he sits you on his lap triumphantly, “Aha! You’re finally mine!” he cheers and attacks your neck with a flourish of kisses, tickling you and infecting the air with your melodic giggles.
“Now you’re hogging her Prongs, stop being a hypocrite!” Sirius pants lightly after rushing to the scene from the hallway, a grin plastered on his lips despite his accusing words.
From the kitchen, Remus smiles to himself at the sounds of merriment in the air and continues to cook dinner.
This is how it should be…
Remus wanted to sort the conflict with Sirius out more, so he insisted that you spend the night in James’ bed which you happily agree shyly, James grinning widely at your side. All three of you agree as Sirius whines and makes adorable grabbing motions at you but it’s no use as Remus keeps the tattooist pressed tightly against his side, dragging him off and trapping him in his room for the night. The sight made you giggle but it was a brief reprieve from the anxious nerves that soon had you avoiding James’ eyes.
“You’re so cute,” James whispers affectionately at your shy behaviour, resisting the urge to kiss you as he leads you to his room and gestures to his en suite, “you can change in there, beautiful, I can change out here and brush my teeth at the kitchen sink instead,”
With a small smile, you move past him with your duffle, eager to get ready for bed but squeal in surprise when you feel a teasing pinch at your ass. An explosion of heat blooms across your cheeks when you glance over your shoulder and observe James’ sly wink and devious smirk directed at you.
“James—!”
“Angel with a cutest ass, aren’t I a lucky bastard?” he chuckles and presses a devoted, almost possessive, kiss onto your lips, “I never did say thank you for making those two apologise to me,” he purrs and nips at your bottom lip, “you make me feel seen…god, I love you so much,” you squeak into the fierce kiss that follows, almost losing yourself in the embrace but pry yourself away with a squeal when his hands travel too low and squeeze greedily at your ass.
You rush into the bathroom with butterflies in your stomach as James licks his lips and laughs merrily. He’s come to love teasing you and you didn’t know whether to argue or welcome it with open arms. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you move on to change into your pyjamas - an oversized shirt and shorts - before proceeding with your night time skincare routine. For a moment, you contemplated taking a shower but rule against it, not wanting to prolong your night time routine. No more than fifteen minutes later, you were out of the en suite bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for bed but giggle at the sight of James already tucked under the covers. He looks so cosy and innocent, it almost makes you forget about his devious behaviour earlier on.
“All ready?” James asks with his usual boyish grin and sits up, allowing the covers to drop from his chest, at which point you quickly realise that James is a liar. He didn’t need to change into anything! All he did was take off his shirt and he was all set for bed! “I changed into comfier pyjama pants, though,” he argues lightly as you slip into the right side of the bed.
“That’s just half changing!” your retort has him laughing aloud, your flustered state beyond amusing and incredibly adorable in his eyes.
“Am I making you shy, princess?~”
“…No,”
“Oh yes I am~”
“Go to sleep, James,”
“Not without a goodnight kiss from my angel,” he leans over you with his naked chest on full display and you stutter in embarrassment, “don’t be shy, come and give me a fat smooch~” he puckers his lips above you and awaits your compliance with closed eyes.
“James—”
“I’m a very patient man, darling, I can do this all night long,”
“No you’re not,”
“Yes I am,”
“You’re not,”
“I am,”
“Not!”
He finally peaks an eye open. Then slowly opens both eyes as he un-puckers his lips to smirk down at you, caged in between his muscular arms as he props himself up with his elbows, “You just like staring at my beautifully muscular chest don’t you?” you watch as his ego inflates to dangerous levels right in front of you, “My tattoos turn you on too, angel?~”
“Oh for goodness sake!” you finally relent and lean upwards, your smile matching his own when you finally capture his lips in his much desired, goodnight kiss. With one arm holding himself up, James uses his spare hand to hold your face in place, prolonging the kiss. You have no choice but to accept his needy demands as your hand searches his bedside table for his lamp switch.
Morning comes with you groaning in discomfort as a syrupy wetness coats your inner thighs and painful pangs make you want to curl up into a ball. Your bleary morning fog makes the situation difficult to decipher but the realisation soon comes crashing down like a landslide and you lift the covers with a scream, the scent of iron becoming more potent. Beside you, James jumps awake, fully alert as his worried, hazel eyes scan you, trying to discern what may be the problem.
“What’s wrong, angel?” he asks, voice deep and groggy with sleep but dripping in concern.
“James, I’m so sorry,” you sob into your hands and curl up into yourself, hiding your face away from him.
“What do you mean?” he reaches forward, inching closer to you in the process and quickly realising what’s wrong when he feels an unusual wetness seep through his thin pyjama pants, “oh angel, don’t be upset, it’s okay,” he coos, gently prying your hands away from your face so he can kiss your forehead tenderly, “it’s normal. Are you okay?” he asks softly, looking over you without an ounce of judgement or anger on his face, only concern and soft, kind, heart-fluttering love in his eyes.
“Th-the blood—”
“I don’t care about the blood,” he insists gently, “I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” you remain silent from the embarrassment but he’s understanding, “do you want me to get you some painkillers?”
As soon as you give an affirming nod, he’s out of bed and hurrying down the hall. It doesn’t take very long for him to come back to you, a glass of water in one hand and a pack of painkillers in the other.
“Thank you,” you finally utter with a small smile, still upset at having ruined the sheets but so incredibly grateful for his tolerance. Patiently, he waits for you to take your dosage before he’s sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you into his en suite.
“Get cleaned up, angel,” he voices into you hair before placing you back on your feet, “I’ll change the sheets in the mean time,” he leaves you with a kiss before you could utter another word of apology. He wasn’t going to take it, he made that very clear, because it wasn’t your fault. And it was nothing a little oxi stain remover couldn’t fix.
The start to the day wasn’t ideal but James, Remus and Sirius made one of the most agonising and frustrating times of the month for you much more enjoyable. James woke his two lovers up while you were showering in his bathroom, thanking your lucky stars that you bought a spare change of clothes just in case you wanted to shower, and they all made the effort of getting you comfortable.
James changed his bedsheets and laid a dark coloured towel down for you to lay on top of just to catch any more potential leakage. He made sure you didn’t see his bloodied sheets again too so that you wouldn’t continue feeling guilty and happily took care of the stains away from your line of sight. Sirius worked on breakfast as Remus made you some tea and a hot water bottle and, before James steps out of the flat to buy you period pads, you hear Remus call out helpfully, “look for the long, heavy flow pads and make sure to get the ones with wings,” their thoughtfulness makes you smile.
“How did you know to get these ones?” you ask when James comes back, panting as he hands you the pack of pads through the door of his en suite.
“Remus told me, and I heard girls experience heavier flows on the first few days,” his answer draws out a proud smile. You have no doubt you’d be well taken care of in this relationship, though it does make you bashful.
“Thank you, James,”
For breakfast Sirius cooked you french toast with strawberries and honey, apparently it was the only good thing he could cook. Remus balanced the sweetness of the meal out with some eggs and toast, while James brought over the tea and hot water bottle Remus had also prepared. Breakfast was pleasant but they boys were insistent that you stay in James’ bed and call if you needed anything. As much as they wanted to spend the full day right by your side, they were preparing to make the announcement of returning their business into full operations and were still taking calls and responding to client emails at home. You didn’t argue, you knew the shop was important to them so you didn’t want to be a burden.
The day drags by and you know they’ve made it clear that you could freely call out to them whenever but the hours drag by and they haven’t heard a single peep. They didn’t mean to lose their full attention in their work; it’s been so long since they were last filled with the motivation to keep up with their business that emails and paperwork on equipment orders had piled up significantly so they were swamped. Thankfully they were finally inspired enough that the work didn’t feel laborious. Unfortunately, that meant seeing them in their element though James’ open doorway and shying away from redirecting their attention back to you.
It wasn’t until you willed yourself to walk to their kitchen that you finally caught their attention. All phone calls, email responses and paperwork filing was stopped as soon as you stepped into their line of sight when your craving for a snack became too much. They had gone for a quick shop to buy you an array of snacks from sweet to savoury that morning and had left the bag on their kitchen counter. You were just reaching for the bag when Remus caught your wrist and swept you up into his arms in order to carry you back into James’ bed.
All three of them felt incredibly guilty for having neglected you, unintentional or not, they even neglected themselves in the process by prioritising their work and forgetting about lunch. In Remus’ head, everything circled back to the night before as a chain of linked events. As you laid in bed, curled up and nibbling on a chocolate bar, you watch and listen as Remus scolds the two about how, if the outburst didn’t happen, they wouldn’t have asked you to stay the night, you wouldn’t have agreed and you wouldn’t have had to suffer from their incompetent care. Remus was being too hard on himself, which reflected directly onto Sirius and James.
“This is why I said we needed to be careful and. To. Be. Patient,” Remus snarls under his breath, almost growling at Sirius and James who stand at the foot of the bed. James nods with a disappointed sigh as Sirius crosses his arms and huffs in defiance. They’re developing a bad habit of speaking about you when you’re still in the same room but, at least, it means their thoughts are open to you.
“I didn’t see you complain when you watched James and I practically devouring her sweet little mouth yesterday,” Sirius’ challenging comment makes the tips of James’s ears turn visibly pink as an embarrassing heat climbs up your neck to bloom across the apples of your cheeks. Interestingly, James can barks and bites to his heart’s content with you but if anybody else brings it up, it seems that bashfulness isn’t far behind.
Remus shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, “don’t start now, Sirius—”
“—I-I don’t mind, we’re all learning to love together and I know how important the tattoo parlour is to all of you so I really don’t mind…” you interrupt their bickering with flushed cheeks and shy eyes, unprepared for the reaction you would receive.
Remus snaps his full attention towards you in that moment. Your words were innocent and you look the picture of virtue, shy and sweet as you peer up at them with glittering doe eyes and a small smile. Remus doesn’t think anybody else could be more beautiful than you right now. You appreciate his passions, you support it even, you’re understanding, you’re kind, you’re loving, you’re sweet and you’re so incredibly lovable, he wants to keep you away from the rest of the world forever, selfishly keeping you for himself. He wonders if you know how much of a tease you’ve been to him this whole, working him up over and over and over again until he finally snaps.
Morals and patience be damned — he can’t resist you anymore.
Remus’ face carries an unreadable expression as he gives a slow exhale and strides over to you. Sirius and James watch from where they stood, unmoving but with sly smiles on their lips — they know you’re the perfect image of Remus’ weaknesses bundled into one being and they both knew this was coming. It was about time… they applaud him though, he has more patience than them — but he had more desires too.
It all happens too fast for you to register but Remus was quickly looming over you, propped up by a hand on the bed as his other gripped at your chin. His eyes were piercing and held such promise within them, un-breaking and passionate, that you couldn’t look away.
“Don’t tempt me, beautiful girl,” his voice lowers several octaves and is underpinned by a hypnotising vibration that corrupts your limbs with minor tremors and a ferocious heat. Shamelessly, he captures your lips in a soft and tender kiss, an antithesis to the dark gleam in his feral eyes, “I’m not above making a mess in the bedroom,” you gasp at the implication and, for a moment, your cramps become pleasantly arousing. Again, Remus can’t help but hold your lips hostage in an increasingly impassioned embrace. He greedily eats up your pretty moans, the muffled sounds going straight to his groin and making his smart trousers uncomfortably tight — a prickling warning to his precarious conduct, “so be a good girl and sit pretty until after you get over this, okay?” he utters roughly against your lips.
He’ll wait just a little bit longer…it’ll be worth it.
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A/N : goodness me, this was so much harder to write than previous chapters, i kept changing so many things but i think i'm satisfied with the final product, i hope you darlings do too~ the next chapter will be a pretty big one i think, so i won't be posting it for a while, however, i may post short additional imagines/scenarios for this series that don't necessarily follow the chronological order just to satiate some of you XD anywho~ i hope you darlings enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next one
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𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞
remus lupin x animagus!reader
𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠
summary: you and the marauders find out about remus' condition. you tell remus you love him and he friendzones himself. despite remus' protests, the four of you plan on secretly becoming animagi.
notes: no warnings except a few swears and mention of werewolf attacks? use of y/n (i'm sorry i've given up it's so hard to write without using it), crackfic moments
w/c: 3.9k
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
and if it were an open-shut case,
i never would've known from the look on your face;
lost in your current like a priceless wine
“he’s been like this all week,” peter grumbled to sirius. the two boys were spread out on james’ bed (he was at quidditch practice and the two wanted to take advantage of his lush jaberknoll feather comforter).
“if you mean bloody irritating, then yeah, for sure.”
“talking about me, are you?” a squeak of the door hinges alerted the two gossipers of their fourth roommate’s presence. remus grinned. “irritating, am i?”
sirius pinched the bridge of his nose. he sat up so he could face remus. “yes, irritating! you’ve been snippy and i still have a damn bruise from when you punched me!”
“you took my chocolate! the expensive stuff too!”
“in my defense, it was-”
peter rolled his eyes. “but seriously, remus. you don’t talk to us at meals, you run off to the library every time we’re all free, and you weren’t even excited about tuesday’s prank! you love transfiguring things!”
remus sighed, sitting atop his own bed. “i suppose you’re right. i’ve just been… stressed, that’s all.”
sirius perked up and he looked at remus sneakily. “what is there to stress about, lupin? your grades are fine. unless it’s not about grades, but something else that starts with a g…”
remus furrowed his eyebrows. “gastrointestinal issues?”
peter slapped his forehead. “no, you bloody idiot! girls.”
remus frowned. “well, for your information, madam pomfrey gave me this potion that really helps with my stomachaches. so…”
sirius shook his hands, similarly to how a stereotypical italian chef would pinch their fingers together and shout mama mia! “don’t be daft, lupin. we’re talking about y/n. now that’s a gastrointestinal issue if i ever saw one.”
“sirius… what are you on about?” peter looked revolted.
“uh, i dunno. it sounded better in my head. does she give you butterflies, or what? that could be… a stomach problem, yeah?”
sirius was saved from further mocking about his unfortunate comparison by the door slamming open to reveal a damp-haired james. james, who was holding his glasses in one hand, ran up to sirius and peter and shook his head, spraying water all over them. he slipped on his glasses to get a better look at his annoyed friends and smiled proudly.
“someone’s got stomach problems?” james hopped onto his own bed with a bounce of the mattress. “y’alright, remus?”
“seriously, i’m fine.” remus shot sirius a warning look before the latter boy could make a pun about his name. “it’s nothing.”
“it’s not nothing! we’re talking about y/n!” peter interjected.
james was surprised. “y/n? what’s she got to do with remus’ stomach problems?” james thought for a moment. “merlin, did she poison you or something?”
sirius jumped to his feet, wobbling slightly from all the shifted weight on james’ mattress. “lupin has a crush on y/n, you wanker! girl! problems!”
james’ confusion immediately bloomed into a smug set of raised eyebrows. “well, well, well, if it isn’t our new resident casanova.”
sirius was slightly offended.
remus blushed, his knee beginning to bounce rapidly. peter laughed at remus’ obvious discomfort.
james’s eyebrows raised as he remembered remus’ reaction to you sitting in his lap; the way he’d blushed when you whispered in his ear and how he stammered in front of you at the library. he leaned in conspiratorially. “so, tell me all about your relationship with the lovely y/n…”
--
“damn it!” you hissed, scooping up your dropped books as quickly as possible. you weren’t doing anything wrong, per se, but your plan for afterward was bordering illegality and life-threatening.
well, you thought, i’m living in a castle of blood supremacists amidst a potential war, so isn’t everything illegal and life-threatening these days? that was pretty sturdy logic, right?
“mugwort!” you all but shouted at the fat lady, who scowled at you. “sorry,” you tacked on as an afterthought.
you clutched the books tightly to your chest, wary of dropping them or having somebody see what exactly they were about. bounding up the stairs two at a time, you banged on the the gryffindor boys’ dorm with a demanding fist.
james opened the door to find you, chest still heaving, with a look of determination so strong and furious that he had to take a step back. “woah, what’s goin’ on? y’good?”
you nodded impatiently, pushing james aside so you could walk into the room. “sirius, peter, i need- oh! remus! i didn’t- ha, what are you doing here?” you laughed awkwardly.
remus looked at you oddly. “i- i live here?”
you wanted to slap yourself. “of course, yes! whoops, i forgot about that,” you chuckled breathlessly. “my bad! uh, do you think you could… leave? i have to talk to peter, sirius, and james about something important,” you cringed. “alone.”
remus’s lips parted slightly and you could see the sadness flooding his eyes, though he didn’t voice it. he took a deep breath and pursed his lips into an uncomfortable smile, before nodding wordlessly. swinging his satchel over his shoulder, he left without a goodbye.
“what in godric’s great grandmother was that about?” peter huffed, eyes still on the door that remus had just exited from.
“i say this with so much love, but shut the bloody hell up.” you slammed three books onto the dorm’s floor dramatically. waving at the remaining marauders, the four of you gathered around the pile in a loose circle. patting the thick hardcover at the top of the stack, you cleared your throat. “boys, this right here is the culmination of three and a half sleepless nights.”
“and a half? how can you have half a-”
you glared at james. “what did i say? anyway,” you flipped open the cover of the first book, which the boys recognized as the book that remus had helped you find on the top shelf. “it’s newt scamander’s focused encyclopedia on transformative magical creatures! he does fantastic work, by the way; you must take a look-”
sirius opened his mouth to interrupt but you slapped his knee. “sorry, i’m focused again. right, so i was nearly finished with the book—just before the due date too—when i got to the second to last creature in the W section. werewolves.”
peter squinted at you. “i don’t mean to- sorry, why are you showing us this?”
you groaned. “are you all stupid? read the damn page!”
you waited as the three boys skimmed through the scarce pages that comprised the werewolf section. well, you tried to wait. “do you see what i mean? it’s a little odd, don’t y’think?”
the three marauders were completely puzzled. “oh my godric, doesn’t that sound like remus?”
sirius burst into laughter. “are you- are you suggesting that remus lupin is a werewolf? that man won’t even kill a spider! he folds his damn socks! you think he’s a werewolf?”
you cracked your knuckles anxiously. “i’m not joking! don’t you see? things line up—he gets sick at least once every month, and it’s always around the full moon-”
peter studied you suspiciously. “how do you know that about him?”
you faltered. “i- i just pay attention. a lot. to people, in general. it’s not that i pay extra attention to him or anything, that’d be so creepy. i’m just observant, s’all.”
james shrugged, satisfied with your answer. “okay, but there have never been werewolf sightings on campus. how would that even work? he obviously can’t become a werewolf in our room, but it’s not like he can sneak out to the forbidden forest every month and not get caught. plus, there’s never been any mangled animals or anything. there’s just no proof.”
sirius nodded. “and even if he was a werewolf, there’s just no way he could hide it for 5 years. not if dumbledore’s around! the only way any of this could even remotely be true is if dumbledore knew about it, which he definitely doesn’t.”
you wanted to tear your hair out at your friends’ blind loyalty. “look, i’m not saying being a werewolf is bad, but dumbledore must know and he must be helping remus! dumbledore’s always been… unconventional, and if he trusts remus, then we should trust him too. i’m just saying, this all feels a little too coincidental, that’s all.”
peter exhaled loudly. the three of you turned to him sharply. “what? i’m just breathing.” he looked around nervously. “okay, fine. i hate to say it, but i agree with y/n. we can’t be sure for certain unless we ask him, but she’s right. this could actually be something.”
“have you asked him?” sirius stared you down, stone-faced.
you gulped. “uh, no. no, i have not.” taking another look at sirius’ icy glare, you threw your hands up innocently. “i’m sorry! i just put everything together, and my book is due tonight, so i had to tell someone before i returned it to madam pince, and you lot are his best friends so i thought that-”
“it’s alright, y/n,” james reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder. the pressure was comforting. “we’ll figure it out together. what are the other books for?”
you brightened, more than happy to share your findings. “this one is an autobiography of one of greyback’s survivors, and this is Level Five: XXXXX Ministry Classified Beings.” you flipped through to different pages you’d flagged, passing them around.
“this looks… where’d you get this? it looks pretty official,” sirius wondered, flipping through the second book with reverence.
“um… the restricted section?” you squeaked.
“nice!” james raised a hand to high-five you. you’d never been more grateful to be friends with boys who found toeing the line of magical legality as underage wizards entertaining before.
“see, it says that when not in werewolf form, the person could take on any characteristics. so it would be perfectly possible for remus the human to fold his socks and for remus the werewolf to howl, and whatnot. plus, the wolfsbane potion allows the person to retain their human memories during transformation! so if we asked him, he’d be able to tell us.”
“but should we ask him? do you really want to?” peter grimaced, sucking air between his teeth. “isn’t this slightly invasive? i feel like we’re reading his diary, or something.”
sirius, who’d been adamantly against the mere notion of remus’ possible lycanthropy, was surprisingly silent. you studied him, trying to gauge his thought process.
“remus is our friend. he’s a marauder. if he is a werewolf—if—we’d support him, right?” sirius’ gaze flickered through each of his friends’ faces questioningly, lingering a little longer on yours.
you nodded. “lycanthropy is painful and isolating and if he truly is a werewolf, wouldn’t it be better to have people on his side? people who could help and take care of him?”
peter and james nodded affirmatively.
looking sirius straight in the eye, you concluded. “i swear to merlin, i would never betray remus’ secret. i lov- i love him as a friend and i didn’t do all this reading for nothing,” you gestured to the books. “but i have to know. i- i’m going to ask him.”
--
“rem?” you whispered. you’d snuck out of the girls dormitory after your roommates had fallen asleep to sit on one of the common room couches in hopes of catching remus returning from his prefect patrol. a creaking of the portrait alerted you to his presence. “rem!”
“lumos,” remus muttered, moving his wand through the air to investigative. “y/n?”
“yeah, hey! it’s me.” you patted the cushion beside you. “c’mere, i need to talk to you.”
remus’ heart began pounding in his ears. how did you find out about his crush on you coincidentally timed interest in magical creatures? hesitantly, he lit a candle and sat stiffly beside you.
please, remus pleaded, can we just get this over with so i can avoid you forever and mope in peace?
“sorry for keeping you up so late. i wanted to see you as soon as possible and i wasn’t sure when the next time i’d be able to catch you alone would be.”
oh shit, remus cursed. here it is. the rejection. she’s letting me down easily by doing it in private. godric, she’s so kind. even when she’s friend-zoning me…
“it’s alright, love. go on.” why did i call her- argh, screw me.
you broke his gaze, cheeks heating at the sweet nickname. “uh- you remember that book i checked out last week, right? the transformative magical creatures?”
remus nodded. how could i forget? you were going to read about class 5 beasts—me—and i accidentally suffocated you with my jumper. unfortunately, it was very memorable.
“right… so i was reading it, of course, because books were meant to be read,” you giggled nervously, fiddling with your fingers.
remus’ eyes jumped to your hands. nerves were either a good sign or a really bad sign. knowing his luck, it was probably the latter.
“there’s this section on werewolves—it’s very brief, despite scamander being an absolute genius; oh merlin, he’s just incredible—sorry! i checked out a couple more because of… personal interest. and- fuck, i’m so sorry. this is going to be so awkward,” you fussed. “ack, alright. i just noticed that there are a lot of similarities in… lycanthropic symptoms and- and you.”
you couldn’t meet remus’ eye. he couldn’t tell though, because he wasn’t looking at you either. the two of you stared at the ground. you noticed that remus was tapping his foot again.
remus choked, only bouncing his leg faster. your face scrunched in concern and in an attempt to reassure him, you placed a gentle hand on his knee as an encouragement to relax. when you made contact with him, however, remus practically jumped from his seat and scampered away from you, creeping backwards with his hands in the air.
“no- no, i’m not- why would you? where did you get that idea?” he breathed, eyes big and terrified.
“i’m sorry!” you wailed. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to invade your privacy. you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. i just want you to know that… even if you had lycanthropy, i would still- it’s okay. i’m still here for you; i’ll always be.” you took a shuddering breath. “i love you lots, rem.”
remus bit his lower lip, tugging at the skin which had begun to peel there. what did he ever do to deserve such a loving friend like you?
“you- you don’t understand.” remus paced, tugging at the roots of his hair. “no, it’s not okay! i could fucking kill someone! you read those books, so you know just as well as i do that i’m a beast. i’m a class five monster.”
your eyes darted across remus’ face as his expression slowly sunk, realizing he’d inadvertently given himself away.
“fuck!” he hissed, collapsing into an armchair and burying his head in his hands. “fuck.” his voice came out watery and weak.
your heart cracked. “rem, can i- can i touch you?” you inched towards him cautiously, hand slightly extended. “please, i’m not going to hurt you.”
remus flinched away and you pulled back instantly. “i’m not scared that you’ll hurt me,” he murmured. “i’m scared that i’ll hurt you. you should be scared of me too.”
you pouted, crossing your arms. “remus lupin, damn you! damn you if you think i’d be scared of ya’, you ol’ softie. mr. gramps, who annotates his cookbooks and has a teddy bear. i’m sorry rem, but you couldn’t be scary if you tried.”
remus smiled nervously, peeking at you from behind his fingers. when he saw you staring him down relentlessly, he lowered his hands. “you have to promise not to tell anyone,” he whispered hoarsely.
you froze. “well, funny story…”
--
“absolutely not!” remus barked. then he winced at his own volume. “absolutely not.”
“but whyyy?” sirius whined, batting his eyelashes.
“don’t give me your damn puppy eyes, it’s not going to work,” remus huffed.
the four marauders were standing around remus’ bed, as if they were judges in a courtroom and remus was the defendant.
“because i said so!” remus rubbed his temples, wishing he’d paid more attention to madam pomfrey when she explained the spell she used to alleviate headaches.
“lupin, we’ve done dodgier things before. we’re making an illegal tracking map, for godric’s sake. that’s pretty damn illegal. this whole animagus thing is like a walk around the black lake,” james reasoned. he looked, in no way, disturbed by this conversation or the severity of the marauders’ plan. (well, the marauders minus remus.)
“i would rather give up chocolate than have the three of you gits get yourself killed.”
“really?” peter chirped. “i call the chocolate frogs then! i’ve got a good card collection going.”
sirius slapped peter’s arm.
james rolled his eyes. “alright, grumpy. someone’s been particularly moody of late. oh my godric—my astronomy homework!”
“what in the-”
“this is not the time-”
“the full moon is in five days! aww, is our little moony moody?” james teased, pinching remus’ cheek. remus did not find this very funny.
“moody moony! that’s a good one, james!” peter chortled.
sirius nodded slowly, an appreciative grin slowly growing on him. “moony. i like that. right, well here’s the deal, moony. we,” sirius waved at peter and james before pointing to himself, “are going to visit you in the hospital wing after every transformation—and i don’t want to hear any protests—and you are going to let us know how we can help you. we’re brothers; marauders. we’d rather die than leave you.”
peter steeled his resolve. “moony, i’d sooner die than betray you. your secret is safe with us.” he pressed his hand to his heart, and the other boys followed suit. remus turned his head to subtly wipe away tears that threatened to spill and turn into a full-on sob. though the other marauders noticed, they didn’t comment.
when remus turned back, he had a dark, intense look to him. “no matter what,” he muttered gravelly, “you do not let a single word of this slip to y/n. you tell her nothing about what we just discussed. it’s enough that she knows about… my condition. i don’t want her to get swept up in all your stupidity. she’s a smart girl—stubborn, though. i don’t want her doing something she’ll regret.”
sirius’ eyes jumped to peter, who seemed to understand. as usual, james was not on board. “but-”
“nothing. she’s to know nothing about this. i don’t want her coming to the hospital wing, knowing about the whomping willow, or the shack, or- or anything. do you hear me?” remus stood straight to his full height, which was greater than any of the other marauders. he appraised james with no trace of humor. “do you understand me?”
“yes, sir!” james smirked, saluting sarcastically.
remus sighed. it was just like his friends to turn a life-threatening affliction into another reckless display of comradery for the sake of this “marauders” title. he appreciated it, he really did. he just wished that the four of them could prove their loyalty to each other in a way which didn’t potentially end in remus murdering or mauling his brothers.
--
“y/n!” james yelled, waving his hands in the air to catch your attention over a sea of students rushing to their next classes.
“what?” you stood on your toes to catch sight of him. there, with his glasses crooked and arm around sirius, was james. “what is it? i have potions!”
from your distance, you could make out peter chastising james and sirius. james shook his head. you assumed peter had told him to shut up, or something along the lines of “save your theatrics for after the school day.”
“fine! meet us in… the library! don’t tell moony! i mean, remus!”
you shook your head, perpetually lost at their childish antics, and continued on with your classes as if nothing had happened.
the library was busier than usual. fifth, sixth, and seventh years were beginning to prepare for their exams and mock exams, which meant a scarcity of available seating and a crabbier-than-usual madam pince.
“over here!” sirius whispered loudly, beckoning you with huge arm movements.
throwing yourself onto sirius’ lap and knocking the air out of him, you stared at him pointedly. “what’s so important that you had to make me late to potions?”
james mumbled words under his breath, probably to mimic you. “you’re just as bad as mo- remus is.”
“oh yeah, and what’s up with ‘moony?’”
“uh… nickname!” james squeaked.
“really? and it has nothing to do with- wait,” you narrowed your eyes, scoping out potential ears. “it has nothing to do with his lycanthropy?” you whispered, so softly that you might as well have just mouthed it silently.
“alright, smartie. you caught us.” sirius mussed up your hair and you swatted his hands away. “so moony told us not to tell you this, so naturally, we’re telling you this. basically-”
james gasped. “wait, we’re telling her this? you never told me that!”
peter punched himself in the head multiple times. “that’s the whole point of meeting here, james? godric, are you alright? i’m getting a little concerned at this point. ‘ave you been hit by a bludger? do y’have a concussion?”
james pursed his lips and looked at his lap, scorned.
sirius raised his eyebrows at you and mouthed “ignore him.” sirius hit his chest a couple times as if he was about to make an important announcement, but he kept his voice quiet as he spoke with his lips against your ear.
“the full moon’s in four days. the night before, remus goes up to the hospital wing and pomfrey takes him down to the whomping willow. there’s a secret passageway that leads to the shrieking shack—y’know, the one in hogsmeade. he stays there for the night and pomfrey brings him back in the morning.”
you frowned, swallowing thickly. “and he’s all alone? for the whole night, trapped in that dilapidating shack?”
peter tutted. “yup. however, we have a plan.” he waggled his eyebrows, and you knew you were going to be roped into the most outrageous plan you’d ever heard, regardless of whether you wanted to be involved or not. you didn’t need to hear what peter was going to say. if it was for remus—for moony—you’d do it in a heartbeat.
“animagi!” james exclaimed, wanting to be involved. he slapped a hand over his mouth, head whipping around to check if anyone had heard. sirius looked at him disdainfully.
“animagi? what do you mean, you want to ask animagi about their transformation rituals? mcgonagall’s an animagus, but i highly doubt it’s anything similar to a full moon transformation-”
“no, we’re becoming animagi,” peter stated factually.
your jaw dropped. “we? who’s we? you lot? or all of us, including me? ‘cos i dunno about you, but i don’t think the ministry’s going to take well to four underage wizards asking to become animagi for no apparent reason. they’re going to poke around; that is, if they even approve the process in the first place…”
james beamed. “and that’s why we’re not going to tell anyone about it!”
your jaw dropped further. “you’re going to commit an azkaban-level crime?” the three marauders nodded confidently. you shook your head. “you’re all insane… i’m in.”
none of you noticed remus' figure pass by between bookshelves.
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
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James (son of Apollo) Potter trying to get Regulus (son of Hades) Black to be more comfortable at camp because he is terrified of hurting others since he found out his dad is Hades and is since- terrified of touching or going near others.
So James (possibly a masochist) Potter dragging Regulus out to train and keeps trying to make Regulus angry and keeps pushing, pushing, pushing until Regulus finally punches him and James is like “HARDER.” and Regulus is just like “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU????”
yeah. but on a real note james letting himself be injured for the sake of others always- gut wrenching.
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TW: Honestly, I have no idea. There is mention of someone being shoved into a small space and locking a baby in a room.
Summary: What is meant to be comfort turns into an eerie realization.
A/n: sorry for taking forever, I just haven’t had the energy to do anything at all. Also sorry it's short.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
You decided to stay in on Thursday and try to recover rather than shopping with the girls. Though they seemed to have other plans. The doorbell rang, and you ignored it. They, whoever it was, would go away if they thought you weren’t there, right? Pulling the cool damp washcloth further over your face, you heard the doorbell again, followed by various forms of knocking on your door. With a groan and huff, you grabbed your robe before making your way to the door.
The second you open it 5 girls are tumbling in. Mary and Alice are quick to push into the kitchen while Dorcas and Lily move to the living room, leaving Marlene’s smiling face in front of you.
“My love! We heard about your… predicament and we thought we could have a girls day in! You probably didn’t want to go out and be around people, so we brought everything to you, snacks, pajamas, face masks, some magazines, movies, blankets, everything. We just don’t want you to be alone.” She squeezes you in a tight hug before giving you a peck on the cheek and rushing off to the kitchen.
You shut the door before making your way to the kitchen. Mary is filling up the kettle while Alice is pulling some stuff out of your fridge. You can hear Lily pulling open the shades letting in the late morning sun. Mary then steps away from the stove moving to help Alice while she waits. They belong here. You can see the ease with which they move through your house, the soft laughter when they bump into each othe
Just as you are about to offer to help, Dorcas grabs your wrist gently and pulls you to the living room and sits you on the couch before plopping next to you. She puts an arm over your back and rests her head on your shoulder. Marlene brings out the tray of food Alice and Mary had worked on before sitting on the other end of the couch. The kettle begins to whistle, then slowly quiets. Alice, Lily, and Mary come out carrying 2 cups each and pass them out before having a seat. Alice sitting beside you, Mary and Lily between Dorcas and Marlene.
For a while it is quiet except for the sporadic slurp of tea. You couldn’t help the ache in your heart, your girls, your girls, your girls. It kept playing over and over in your head. All of this felt so familiar but so off.
“It was awful.” Your voice is quiet but heard. “I thought I was going to die.” Bringing a hand up to hold your throat, flashes of you drowning crossed your mind. Alice tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting her hand fall to rest on your shoulder.
“Can I be honest?” She asks, though she already knows she can. Everyone turns their attention to her. “I, well…” she takes a deep breath and sets her tea down on the table. “I had somewhat of a similar thing happen. I was cleaning the house, Frank was out mowing the lawn. It kind of happened out of nowhere, but was cleaning the shower door from the inside. And I started to feel claustrophobic. The walls began to close in on me, and when I tried to open the shower door it wouldn’t budge. Everything got smaller and I pushed myself into the corner and curled up. But I could still see through the glass.” Marlene seemed the least worried. Everyone else had a scared look in their eyes. “Frank came into the room, must have been going to wash his hands. But he didn’t even see me, it was like I wasn’t there.” She shuddered and wrapped her hands tighter around her cup.
You rubbed her back, the thought of anyone else having to go through what you did made you feel sick. There were a few ‘I’m sorry’s and a few ‘how awful’s before it was quiet again. Lily took a deep breath before beginning her terrifying memory.
“A few nights ago Harry just would not stay asleep. But I stayed in bed, James kept saying that if we went and checked on him every time he’d cry Harry wouldn’t get used to just having to put himself to sleep. But then he finally calmed down, and it was silent. I thought it was safe enough to go into his room, right?” She held her head in her hands for a few moments before continuing. “But when I tried to open the door, it was locked. We didn't lock his door, so of course I started to panic and pushed at the door. But nothing I did worked, so I called out to James. When he came running over there was nothing in his eyes, he just kind of stood there waiting for something.
“But when he tried to open the door, it was unlocked. And then he went stock still before coming over and wrapping his arm around me and started telling me Harry was okay in a calm voice. It was unnerving.”
“What do you do with information like this? Who do you tell?” Marlene asked rhetorically. We sat in silence trying to figure it out. Though like clock work, everybody began cleaning up the room, moving things into the refrigerator, washing dishes in the sink.
“Maybe we tell the doctor? There could be something going on with multiple people that they could help with.” Mary suggested. We all looked to each other for the confirmation of the plan, with some nods we would talk to the doctor tomorrow.
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Because We Are Made of Dreams (Prologue + I)
Prologue + Chapter 1 : A Brand-new Year
Hello!!! I’m very excited to share this story with you all!!!
This is the first fic I’ve ever written, that I’m rewriting entirely! I wrote this 8 years ago, and at the time, my English was terrible (I know it’s still not always correct, but then it truly was horrid), and my storytelling skills were not… great... But it’s normal, I’ve told many stories since, and have had a lot of practice!
Still, there are things that I dearly love about this story, so I’ve decided to start it over, make many changes in the narrative, and make an improved version of it!
I want to warn all of you that this story presents some very violent scenes, and is not intended to be read by children. So be careful if you read it, it’s much more violent than the fluffy stuff I usually write! (even though there’s still fluff in it, it’s me we’re talking about…).
I hope you’ll like my story, and will find it interesting! Please, let me know what you think 😊
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Pairings: Sirius Black x Original Female Character + Jily
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and torture, graphic depiction and mentions of child abuse, mature themes. There is graphic depiction of violence and child abuse in the prologue, so do not read this if this triggers you.
Summary: The Marauders come back to Hogwarts to begin their sixth year there, and many things will change for them during these coming months. Outside the safety of their school, the world is growing darker. Inside the Castle, they'll find both new friends and enemies.
Summary for this chapter : Sirius breaks free from his parents. The Marauders enjoy their trip to Hogwarts. It's time for the birth of new friendships, and the taking of important decisions.
Word Count: 8497 (This post contains the prologue (2214 words) and the first chapter (6283 words))
Prologue
Walburga was bringing the last touches to the annual meeting of the Black family. The event was probably the most important moment of the year for the witch, as it was the perfect occasion to prove to all who belonged to the Noble House of Blacks how respectable she and her husband were. And this year, the meeting would take place in her own house; it was thus the perfect opportunity to shine. As she took one last look around her living room, everything was perfect. It was dark, covered with tapestries, old portraits, velvet seats… It felt old, ancient even. The air was heavy, as if filled with the weight of dozens of generations who used to live there before them… It added a weight onto the heart, onto shoulders too. It was oppressive, all in all. There was something malevolent that seemed to linger in the walls, in the dark, in each shadow. Walburga loved it. She found it perfect, with every item precisely set where it ought to be.
Well, everything except...
"Sirius! Can't you dress up properly?!"
The sixteen-year-old boy rolled his eyes and straightened his robes. Really, the entire thing was utter bullshit...
"And you’d better behave yourself, young man!"
"I will, if they do."
"Don't start!" she roared, her voice so powerful Sirius could have sworn the whole living room was trembling, or maybe it was just an after-effect of his ears almost exploding.
This day was going to be a nightmare, and he knew it. The only thought that brought Sirius a spark of hope and relief at this moment was the image of the warm and welcoming Potter's cottage in Godrig's Hollow, where he would spend three entire weeks of freedom with James. Only one evening. He only had one evening left in this hell, and the next morning, he would take the Knight Bus to join his best friend, his brother... They would have so much fun…
But this happy ending depended on whether or not Sirius could survive the next few hours with his entire deranged family, all gathered in one small room…
Near the large mantelpiece, Regulus was watching Kreacher help his mistress getting ready for the gathering. The younger Black was perfectly dressed, just like any respectable pure blood, standing very straight, his chin high and proud, impatient for their guests to arrive. Sirius, on the other hand, was constantly slipping a finger between his throat and his tight collar, clearly uncomfortable and annoyed by the whole thing. And as he watched his younger brother, Sirius couldn’t help but notice how much they had grown apart along the years. They were so different now. Then again, they had always been different, but there was a time when, despite their differences, the two brothers were still close. It wasn’t really the case anymore. They had grown up. For Sirius, it meant struggling to free himself from their parents, rebelling, building himself another life out of this godforsaken house. For Regulus, it meant bending under the weight of the Blacks’ heritage, and agreeing with their parent, even if rather out of fear than genuine belief. They had grown so much apart. Sirius couldn't help but regret his lost relationship with his younger brother. He regretted the days when he would defend Regulus against their parents, when they used to play and laugh together. But Regulus was too docile and scared of their family, when Sirius was reckless and bold. And so, Sirius ended up in Gryffindor, and Regulus in Slytherin…
The child like a stranger in his own home and the perfect little pure blood...
Sirius threw his younger brother a bitter glance, but bit back any remark.
Orion Black, the perfect image of a respectable patriarch, entered the room, wrapped in his best robes.
"Is everything ready?" he asked his wife.
"Yes, all is fine."
She glanced in the direction of Sirius.
"And everything is going to be fine, because you will behave yourself and shut up the whole evening, are we clear?"
"Cristal clear", Sirius answered through gritted teeth.
"Good."
Suddenly, a green fire was lit in the hearth and wizards and witches started to arrive through the Floo Network. They were greeted in the most honourable way by their honourable hosts, before sitting in the most honourable living room and being served by the most honourable house elf in the most honourable manner - honourable being the word Sirius usually used to define how creepy and delusional his whole family was. He also referred to the sudden nausea that plagued his stomach at the sight of his family with the same adjective. He made a huge effort not to roll up his eyes in front of every single newcomer.
The evening went on, dull and boring for Sirius, as these gatherings always were. He had stopped listening, and was imagining what James and him would do first the next day. Probably a game of Quidditch.
Sirius never emptied his trunk whenever he had to stay at Grimmauld Place. He had not done so since his fourth year at Hogwarts. It was a way to keep this place out of his mind, as if his real home was the school, his friends, the Potters, and not this dark place he had to live in now. So, his trunk was ready, waiting patiently in his bedroom for the next day.
Freedom. He couldn't wait…
But he was torn from his thoughts as he suddenly heard his name being mentioned in the conversation around him. He didn’t really want to focus, but couldn’t really help it.
"It must be so hard for you Walburga, with him in Gryffindor..."
As usual they were talking about him as if he weren’t even in the room. How lovely...
"Oh, you can't imagine! I don't know what to do with him, really. He's just useless and unbearable!"
What a nice pair of adjectives to describe her elder son...
"And his friends must all be blood traitors, if not worse!"
Sirius tightened his old on the armrest of his chair, blood boiling in his veins… He didn't give a damn about what they said or thought about him. Actually, he rather took all the insults his mother threw at him as compliments. He was different from them, and proud to be so. He was ashamed of them. He was ashamed to look like them, to have the same name, the same blood… so many things in common for people radically different. Same hair, same deep grey eyes, same features... He would have gladly exchanged his last name with any muggle-born if he had had the opportunity. And so, he didn't care about them insulting him; but hearing them insulting his friends was something else entirely.
"All traitors alike indeed! When they aren't Mudbloods altogether! I can't believe he's inflecting such a shame onto all of us, after all we have done for him!"
All they had ever done for him…
Sirius scoffed at that. All they had ever done for him?! Well, the list was pretty long, in all these years of abuse, of beating, and shouting, and curses and insults… Of repeating over and over again that he was nothing but a shame to his family. They had never had a loving, or even kind gesture towards him, and he knew he meant nothing to them. And she was claiming they had made sacrifices for him? What a joke!
"I heard he was friends with this… Potter boy, too."
Sirius gritted his teeth. He couldn't help it. James was his best friend, his brother, and he couldn't bear to hear them insulting him. But he had to remain calm if he didn't want to get into too much trouble with his family just a few hours before escaping this prison, so he took several deep breaths, trying to focus on another conversation, but all he could hear was his mother and her sister…
"He is indeed. He's awful! This boy has no manners and such ideas! I'm sure he's the reason why Sirius is so rebellious towards his father and I."
"But it can't be a surprise, with blood-traitors like his parents to raise him, really. They are of the worst kind, and such a disgrace to the whole community!"
Sirius could take no more. James's parents were like a second family. They were the kindest and most generous people he had ever met. They had welcomed him in their home with open arms since his very first year at Hogwarts, and they had never failed to treat him as a second son ever since. He loved the Potters the way he should have loved his own family, and he couldn't let his mother and her stupid sister insult them like this...
Suddenly, Sirius's glass shattered, sending shreds of cutting glass all over the room. His parents threw him a threatening look. But Sirius didn't care anymore, he was too angry to think straight.
"Don't you dare insult the Potters!"
His voice was low and menacing, more like a growl than a voice, and all of a sudden, the room fell completely silent. They were all too shocked to answer. Finally, Orion spoke in a low and scary voice that matched his son’s tone.
"Apologise to your aunt! NOW!"
"No! I’ve had enough of this!"
"Sirius!"
"NO!"
He got up and strode towards the staircase. He couldn’t take any more of this, he just couldn’t, he was going mad in this house, with these people, with these insults, with this hate towards everything and everyone he loved…
"If you don't come back here and apologise, I will not accept you in this house again! Do you hear me?" cried his mother with all her might.
"So be it then!" Sirius snapped back.
It was too much. He had had enough of the insults, of the threats, of the whole pure-blood mania. He wanted to get out of there, he had to. He had to get out, he had to…
He felt like if he didn't escape this house, he would explode and destroy everything around him, even destroy himself…
He entered his bedroom, grabbed his wand and his trunk and stormed out of the room, running down the staircase and hurrying towards the door.
"Filth! Traitor! Shame on you, you beast!" raged his mother." Don't you ever come back again in our home! Do you hear? You're not part of this family anymore! You're not our son anymore! You have nothing and no one! You are alone and homeless! A stray pet is worth more than you, you filth!"
"Don't worry, I won't come back!" snapped Sirius, dragging his trunk behind him across the corridor, only a few steps away from the door, from freedom...
But his father was standing in front of the door, a cane in his hand…
Before Sirius could defend himself, his father had hit him hard in the ribs. The boy bent over, an arm clenched against his broken ribs, letting out a moan, while Orion hit his elder son on his back, making him fall to the ground. He kicked him hard on the ribs, making Sirius gasp desperately for air between loud moans.
And Sirius wanted to defend himself, he genuinely did. He cursed himself for being so weak, for letting his father get the better of him… But the pain that burned his torso and back, the struggle to take a mere breath, and years of reflexes aimed solely at protecting himself against his father instead of fighting back made for obstacles too high to overcome. Instead, Sirius huddled against his trunk, covering his face with his arms.
Orion let go of his walking stick, grabbed his son by the hair, pulling him up, and punched him hard on the face several times.
By then, Sirius felt too dizzy to understand what was truly going on. He saw fists flying towards him, felt the tugging of his hair, raw and hard. But then, he felt himself being grabbed by the collar, it felt harder to breathe. A few seconds passed, and somehow, he found himself flying, not touching the ground… One, two seconds, maybe less, and then a hard fall on his back, on what his touch recognized as concrete. He moaned, his entire body in so much pain… he could hear his mother shouting, but couldn’t make out the words. He was too weak for that. He was made more aware of his surroundings again by the loud thud his trunk made as it landed on the pavement next to him. When he looked up, he was a couple of meters away from the door, his parents standing in the doorway with hateful glares distorting their faces, and his terrified brother taking a glimpse at Sirius from behind Walburga. He watched as the door slowly closed, staring right into Regulus’s grey eyes, the same as his own, the same as their father’s… They stared at each other until the door was fully closed, and the Blacks disappeared.
Sirius remained there, lying on his back, staring at the front door with its irony 12 written on dark wood, and a grin formed on his painful face.
At last, he was free.
Chapter 1: A Brand-new Year
Clara sighed deeply.
Of course, her father being an Auror meant for him to be a little overprotective at times, and he often was right to be so. But this time, it was all too much, and he was being ridiculous…
"Dad, I'm just going to King's Cross, not on a battle field," protested the girl, but her father quickly shushed her.
"With everything that is going on these days, I'm not leaving you out of my sight until you're on the Hogwarts Express."
She couldn't blame him for being worried, of course. After all, she was scared as well of Voldemort and his ever-growing number of followers. She could hardly get mad at her father for being willing to protect his only child, especially when she had been the one asking for her father’s help to protect Lily’s house. The young witch had been worried about leaving to Hogwarts without protecting her parents’ house properly first.
Clara's father was right, and she knew it.
"Alright then, come on."
They walked through the magical wall, reaching the infamous platform nine and three-quarters. And no matter if this was already her sixth year at the Wizarding School, her heart still skipped a bit at the sight of the large train, of the crowd of students loudly running around, hurrying to and fro across the platform, hugging their loved ones they were leaving behind…
A flash of red appeared in the crowd and Clara hurried in the direction of her friends. She hugged Lily, Alice, Dorcas and Marlene, her fellow Gryffindors.
"How are you, Alice?" Clara asked, noticing her friend's perfect tan.
"I'm great, Cannes is wonderful! And Frank was such a sweetheart all along, I'll tell you everything, don't worry."
Just as his name was spoken, Frank Longbottom appeared on the platform and Alice hurried towards her boyfriend, abandoning her friends for the rest of the trip. Almost simultaneously, waves of loud laughter reached the four girls, and none of them wondered to whom these laughs could belong. Soon enough indeed, the four Marauders appeared among the busy crowd, walking casually towards the train. Lily turned her back to them, causing her three friends to laugh.
"I hope you’re aware that with your hair, they will recognise you anyway, whether you turn your back to them or not…” asked Marlene, still laughing at her ginger friend.
"I know that, thanks!" the redhead answered. " But maybe if he sees I'm talking with you, and that I'm busy, he won't try talking to me."
"Lils, it's James Potter we're talking about," Clara reminded her. “This guy has virtually no limits."
"My life sucks," Lily sighed.
"Maybe you're in luck today, he's not coming our way," Dorcas added, her tone amused and teasing.
"Thanks, Merlin!"
"Oops, in fact he is."
"Fuck!"
Indeed, a second later, James and his friends were standing next to them, greeting them warmly.
"Hey girls! How are you?" James joyfully asked, a crooked smile on his lips and his gaze fixed on Lily, even if his question was aimed to the whole group.
"Fine, you?" answered Marlene, still unable to hide her smile.
"I'm very well, thanks. You're alright, Evans?"
But Lily turned to the boy only to throw him a disdainful look.
"I was before you came around, Potter."
James winced dramatically, but Lily was not amused.
"Ouch, we haven’t even reached Hogwarts yet, and we're already like this?"
Indeed, this was a brand-new year that was beginning, there, on the platform. These were the first words the two teenagers had exchanged in months. And Lily had to admit to herself that she had been unreasonably harsh. After all, James Potter was a pain in the arse, but he had merely asked her if she was okay. There was no need to be so rude, and a blush spread across Lily’s freckled cheeks at the thought, guilt forming in her heart.
"I'm sorry,” she mumbled, pushing a strand of her red hair behind her ear. “I didn't want to be mean. I'm fine, thank you."
But James didn’t seem to care at all. Instead of being mad, or hurt, he shot her a bright grin.
"It's alright Evans, no need to feel bad! I think I can survive one more harsh answer from you. I’m getting used to it, by now. Besides… I was about to ask the usual question, but I guess your previous answer will imply a ‘no’..."
Lily clenched her fists and her face turned even redder, but this time it wasn’t out of embarrassment or guilt, but out of anger.
"Potter!"
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving you alone," James laughed, throwing his hands up as a sign of both defeat and appeasement, before slowly backing away.
His friends laughed at him, following him towards the train, leaving Lily annoyed and her three friends struggling to keep a straight face. These two were truly ridiculous sometimes…
Clara still had to say goodbye to her father before she could board the train, and so she hurried back to him while her friends climbed inside the Hogwarts Express, struggling a little with their heavy luggage. But then, after six years, they were used to it.
Clara hugged her father tight, while students hurried towards the train. They stood there for a while, in a loving embrace, a few meters away from the crowd. It was time to leave, the train would soon depart, carrying the students away from their families, until they could come back for Christmas time…
"You do be careful!" John admonished, kissing Clara’s head. "And don't forget to write!"
"I will be careful and I won't forget to write. I promise dad, don't worry. I love you."
"I love you too, darling. Take care."
"You too. Don’t be too reckless, okay?"
He chuckled as they broke their embrace, nodding, and a proud glint shone in his eyes as he answered.
“That’s a deal. We both stay out of trouble, okay?”
Clara nodded, a little emotional, the same way she felt every time she had to leave. No matter if this was their sixth goodbye, it still felt just as painful as the first time. It was bittersweet, a mix of the sadness of goodbyes and the excitement of new beginnings ahead.
They exchanged one last smile, before she would grab her trunk and finally walk to the train. She waved again at her father, standing before the door. She hoped nothing bad would happen this year, while she was away…
But eventually, she had to face the long corridor instead of the busy platform. And the train whistled, smoke started to appear above its black and red shape. And before Clara could find her friends again, the train had left Charring Cross and her father behind.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Let's face it, Lily, we're doomed!"
"Clara, I think this is worse than being doomed..."
A simple yet terrifying situation was the cause for the girls’ despair: all the compartments were completely full, except for... the one occupied by the Marauders.
Brilliant... What a perfect way to start their sixth year…
There seemed to be no other choice, though. They had crossed the entirety of the train twice, and couldn’t find anywhere else to sit. And Clara was tired of pulling her trunk behind her back and forth through the moving train. At this point, she would have been happy to sit next to a cave troll…
Meanwhile, Marlene and Dorcas had abandoned them, joining some of their seventh-year friends for the ride to Hogwarts, and Alice was busy with Frank, probably snogging in a dark corner of one of the wagons.
Which left the two witches on their own, in this desperate situation.
"Come on, Lily, it's not like we have a choice. All the compartments are full, and we can't stay here in the corridor for the whole trip,” decided Clara. “So, let's go. Besides, it’s not that bad. We could be stuck with Snape and his friends, that would be truly the worst."
Lily mumbled something under her breath, clearly annoyed by the whole thing, but before she could argue, Clara strode to the boys' compartment and opened the door, ignoring her friend’s glare.
"Hey, guys!” she chimed, waving at them and wearing a bright grin on her lips, trying to sound friendly.
After all, it was the beginning of the year, and it seemed that they would have no choice but to spend the next few hours together, so… might as well be nice. At least, more so than usual. “Sorry, but all the other compartments are full,” she went all. “Can we sit with you?"
"Sure," the four boys shrugged.
When Lily finally entered, James sat straighter, making Sirius roll his eyes in amusement. Clara settled in the empty spot next to Sirius, and he gave her a polite smile before focusing on his conversation with Peter again.
"Well, you couldn't stay away from me any longer, could you? You were missing me too much already," James joked, staring at Lily as she dragged her trunk inside the compartment.
But the girl glowered at him, sitting on the seat opposite Clara’s.
"Potter, don't start!"
"As you wish," James merely shrugged, and Lily was almost surprised that he would abandon so easily.
The boys focused on their own conversation again, while the two girls took their copies of the Daily Prophet out of their bags to pass the time. If Clara went straight for the crosswords section, biting the end of her quill as she read the first riddle, Lily went through the different articles, a small frown marking her interest.
After a few more minutes, Sirius seemed to get tired of Peter and Remus’ debate, and leaned closer to Clara to peer at the page she was focused on. She didn’t even notice him, not until he spoke, at least.
"Hippogriff," Sirius said, indicating a column of her crosswords.
"Thanks," she answered absentmindedly, completing the blanks.
"Quaffle," he indicated again.
She completed the right line, but Sirius found yet another word in a matter of seconds.
"It's really nice of you to help, but could you let me think a bit longer before answering to all the riddles for me?"
Sirius was about to roll his eyes when Clara looked up at him with a teasing and amused smile. He was surprised to find no trace of annoyance in her green eyes. She even turned the newspaper a little more towards him, so he would get a better view of the crosswords. He gave her a smile too.
“Sure. But hurry up, then. It’s not my fault if you’re too slow.”
She chuckled, focusing on the newspaper again, and wrote down another word.
It was quiet for a while in the compartment. Peter, James and Remus were casually chatting, James stealing glances at Lily every now and then. Sirius and Clara were focused on the most difficult riddles of her crosswords. Lily kept on reading the news. Outside, grey clouds coloured the sky, a few patches of blue peeking through from time to time, as if to remind the world of the heavens’ true colour. Fields of green and gold passed by, left in the wake of the speeding train, with splashes of darker greens and browns coming from bushes and trees. They passed before a few houses and farms too, with walls of stone and a lazy smoke escaping from tall chimneys. It was quiet, peaceful, with an underlaying of excitement at the thought of their destination, of reaching Hogwarts once more. To most of them, if not all, it felt more like going home than anything else.
But they all tensed up as Lily let out a sudden gasp.
“Oh, God…” she let out in a shaky breath, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in shock.
All turned to her.
"Lily, you're alright?" asked Remus, worried.
But Lily wasn't listening and she didn't answer. Clara moved to sit next to her, leaning closer to read the article the witch was still focused on.
An entire family had disappeared two nights before.
Voldemort's Death Eaters' work without doubt, though they were not clearly mentioned. Clara's eyes grew wide when she read the names. Katherine and Joshua Knights…
"Merlin!" she gasped.
The two girls looked at each other. They knew them, though they were not close. They lived not far from Clara's house, and in the countryside, all wizarding families knew each other, even if they were not friends. Clara’s family was never close to the Knights, but they were cordial and helped each other when need be. It felt so strange to think that she would never go borrowing some Floo powder to them anymore…
"Girls, what's wrong?" asked James, his tone genuinely worried now.
The four boys were staring at them now, their brows furrowed. The girls handed them the newspapers.
"They lived not far from my house. I knew them quite well," Clara added.
She would not cry, it was visible on her features, but Lily passed an arm around her shoulders anyway. She was in shock more than anything else. It was hard to imagine that something of the kind could happen to people she knew…
Sirius clenched his jaw at the sight of her blank gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke earnestly, his voice unusually quiet.
Clara thanked him with a nod, before he would read the rest of the article.
All were quiet now, silence only disrupted by the rhythmic sounds of the train flying across the tracks. Around the fragile pages of the newspaper, James fists were tightly clenched, rustling the paper. He was so focused, so serious, Lily didn’t recall having seen him like this before. All traces of a smile or of mischief had disappeared from his features.
“Your father is an Auror, isn’t he?” Remus asked, looking up at Clara again once he was done reading the article. “Does he know anything about this?”
But the girl shook her head.
“Even if he does, he won’t tell us anything about it.”
“Does he work on Voldemort’s case?”
“Yes, he’s on the main team for the case. But then again, everyone at the Auror Headquarters is investigating on Voldemort and his followers, one way or another.”
“It must be tough for him,” Peter added, his voice apologetic.
“Yeah, it is. He’s alright, though. He knows what he’s doing.”
“Do they have any leads?” James asked, but Lily shook her head.
“John… I mean… Clara’s father… he helped me casting defensive spells around my house last week, before I would leave my parents alone to go to Hogwarts. I reckon it speaks volume.”
She looked quite defeated all of a sudden, tired, and so did Clara. But then again, with parents coming from Muggle families, they were both among the most endangered in this conflict.
"Well, with defensive charms summoned by an Auror, your house is probably the safest place in Britain after Hogwarts," said James gently.
Lily looked right into his hazel eyes. His expression was kind and sincere, and he gave her an encouraging smile. She smiled back at him.
"You're right."
She looked up at Clara again, a chuckle in her voice.
“Besides, it made you practice your terrible locking charms…”
“Hey!” the girl complained, forcing her mood to rise again. “That’s not nice at all!”
“Just saying that with your crazy project of being an Auror, you’d better master this type of spells…”
“You’re a jerk, you know that?”
“Simply speaking the truth…” Lily kept on teasing her friend, folding back her newspaper and stuffing it in her bag, unwilling to read any more bad news.
After all, they were going back to Hogwarts. She didn’t want to think about all this, not now. She wanted to be merry and innocent, even if only for a little while.
“You want to be an Auror?” Peter asked her, quite surprised.
But Clara merely shrugged, taking back her seat between Sirius and the door.
“I don’t see how else I could help against this band of psychopaths.”
The boys nodded, giving her an encouraging smile.
“I’m sure you’ll make a terrifying Auror,” Sirius joked. “I am terrified merely sitting next to you.”
They all laughed, and the tension finally faded, excitement about the new year settling in their compartment again. They were casually chatting when the door suddenly opened on a sixth-year Ravenclaw boy. Tall, with carefully styled brown hair and electric blue eyes that popped out against his tanned skin.
“Hey, Lils! I was going to the prefect meeting, want to come with me?” the boy asked with a bright grin.
Lily blushed enough for James to notice. He glanced at her as she pushed back a strand of hair behind her ears. She did that every time she was nervous. Her smile was shy but genuine when she nodded to the Ravenclaw prefect. James struggled to swallow the lump that was growing in his throat, a familiar jolt of pain crossing his ribs. Familiar… he was used to it by now. It was the same that bloomed every time Lily rejected him, every time she was mad at him, every time she cursed his name…
He was good at hiding it though. He had an awful lot of practice with it. Jokes and shrugs and casual disinterest made wonderful masks, indeed.
“Sure!” the girl answered, rising from her seat.
A second later she was gone, a bright smile on her lips. Clara shook her head and smiled as her friend closed the door behind her.
"I thought the prefects' meeting was only in an hour," said James, checking his watch.
Remus merely shrugged.
"They're friends, they must want to talk for a while before the meeting. Catch up on each other after the summer, you know?"
Clara still hadn't stopped smiling, and her gesture only made James’s frown deepen.
"Alright, Clearwater," said James, turning on his seat to face her, "tell us everything. What’s the deal this guy?"
"There's nothing to tell, Potter," she answered, her tone innocent.
"Come on. What's going on between the two of them?"
She stared at her crosswords again, amused.
"For now, nothing."
"And, in a near future?"
"Who knows about Cupid's plans, really..."
She smiled harder, ready to chuckle, but then she looked up at the boy before her, and her laugh died in her throat.
His expression was neutral, maybe a little too much so. She had to admit he was doing a great job at hiding how he truly felt. But then, there was something in his hazel eyes that felt like pain, and it took him too long to hide this detail. Clara saw it, and frowned a little at the sight. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Sirius was faster, taking a game of Exploding Snaps out of his backpack.
“Hey, mate! Want me to give you another chance at this game? After all… you were bloody ridiculous yesterday…”
James turned his attention back to his friend, smiling once more. The mischievous and joyful Potter was back. Clara looked at Sirius and couldn't refrain a small smile. Sure, they were immature, and stupid, and prats most of the time, but they had always been there for each other, and even Clara couldn't deny that. They loved each other, they truly did.
“Well, you’d better get ready, because today I won’t be so nice to you. I’ve let you win yesterday, but I won’t be so generous twice,” James replied, helping his friends getting the game ready.
Sirius let out a loud laugh, that sounded a little bit like a bark, before he would turn to the girl sitting next him.
"You wanna play too?"
"Sure," she nodded.
As the game started, Clara had to admit that this year was not beginning as she had imagined it would. Spending her journey back to Hogwarts playing Exploding Snaps with the Marauders… now, that was something surprising, for sure. But she couldn’t deny the fact that she was having fun, and the more the afternoon went by, the more she enjoyed herself.
Surprising… maybe that was what this year had in store for her: surprises…
In the room set at the end of the train, where every year the prefects’ meeting took place to organize the arrival to the school, Lily Evans and Liam Timmins were talking about what they had done during summer. It was a rather small room, badly lit up by a tiny window on the wall on the left and a bunch of candles melting at the centre of the round table. With the chairs set around the table, there was barely any space left to move around the room. It didn’t really matter, though. The two friends were simply happy to have a moment on their own before reaching Hogwarts and its busy schedule.
Lily laughed hard as he told her a funny story involving him and a Quaffle. But he didn't care if he sounded completely stupid, ridiculous even. Lily's laugh was so beautiful, it was worth it...
He was determined this year. Over the last few months, Liam and Lily had grown closer, but the Ravenclaw boy had not dared make the first move. But this year, everything would be different. He was determined to ask her out, and to do it right at this moment, as soon as possible… His crush on her was too strong for him to remain silent any longer, after all…
He intensely looked at her, as she wiped her tears of laughter away from her eyes, a hand on her painful stomach. When he spoke, his tone was suddenly serious and held only in a breath.
It was time. Time to tell her everything. He took a couple of deep breaths, counted to three… and let it all out.
"You really are beautiful, Lily."
She immediately grew quiet. She wasn’t expecting this, and looked up at him, taken aback, her eyes open wide. It was strange to hear him say it out loud, but the more she thought about it, the less surprised she was. They had grown closer over the past few months. And she couldn’t deny that he was rather handsome, standing before her in the dim light of the room. And he was funny, and smart, and nice, and she reckoned that he seemed pretty much perfect on paper. She felt herself blushing. They were staring at each other, motionless, something electric hovering over them.
She didn’t push him away when he gently tucked a strand of her ginger hair behind her ear. She didn’t push him away when he caressed her cheek, nor when he cradled her face in his hand. He seemed to silently ask her if this was okay, and she gave him a smile. It seemed enough of an answer for both of them. And when he softly guided her lips towards his, she let him, leaned into the movement even. When their lips shyly touched, she finally closed her eyes…
… and the door opened.
They pulled away as fast as they could, both of them fleeing each other’s gaze, embarrassed to be caught like this. But it was only Remus, and Lily heaved a relieved sigh, welcoming her fellow Gryffindor prefect with a smile. She knew he was not the kind to spread rumours, her moment with Liam was safe with him.
"Oops! Sorry, guys."
He walked into the room, revealing James standing behind him, on the threshold. Lily looked up at him, suddenly worried again, but he simply nodded towards her and Liam, before talking to Remus again, in a perfectly casual tone, as if nothing had happened at all.
"See you later, mate!"
James turned around before his friend could answer, before Liam could say anything, just to stop staring at Lily while she looked like this. Cheeks flushed, and a touch of embarrassment and worry on her features. Still beautiful, though…
He strode towards the nearest bathroom, locked himself inside, rested his palms on the sink. His eyes closed. Tightly so. So tightly it hurt and the dark made way to specks of white and red. He tightened his hold on the sink. It was hard for him to breathe now…
He took a few deep breaths, calming down, slowly, softly, forcing the air in and out of his painful lungs, his painful chest, his painful heart…
Merlin, it hurt so much…
But then, beyond this pain, anger started to bubble in the pit of his stomach, climbing up towards his chest, his heart, spreading through his veins. He was angry now. Angry against Liam for kissing Lily, angry against Lily for kissing this stupid Ravenclaw, but most of all… most of all he was mad at himself for feeling this way still. Even after all these years, even after all these rejections, how could he still react like this to her?
He couldn’t go on living like this. He had done everything he had thought of, had tried everything to convince her to give him a chance, but she didn't want to. She hated him, end of story. And as he looked up into his own reflection in the tiny mirror set above the sink, and witnessed how miserable a simple kiss could make him feel, he took an important decision. Without a doubt, the most important decision he had ever taken in his life.
He was giving up on Lily.
No more tricks, no more begging, nothing. He was a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake, and he was going to be strong from now on. She was moving on with her life as if he didn't even exist, and he was going to act just the same. He was finally ready to close this chapter of his life. He clenched his jaw, opened the door again and walked into the corridor, his shoulder bumping against the wooden doorframe when the train was shaken a little too much by the uneven tracks.
Lily Evans belonged to the past, and nothing more.
When Remus opened the door of the compartment again, he found his three friends in a heated conversation. The train had almost reached Hogwarts, and the sun was already setting, painting the grey clouds with splashes of pink, red, orange and gold above the everlasting fields and mountains that formed in the distance, only vague shapes that one could merely guess in the twilight.
Meanwhile, Clara was staring at the three boys with raised eyebrows and a pair of round eyes.
"Maybe we could make a dragon again," proposed Peter.
"Do I really need to remind you how it ended last year? The whole Hufflepuff table was on fire!" Remus reminded his friends, sitting down.
He didn't even have to ask what his friends were talking about. As usual during their journey to Hogwarts, the boys were planning the show they performed every year at the welcoming feast: magical fireworks.
"Moony's right, no dragons," said Sirius wisely.
"You guys are mad," Clara stated at last.
"It's tradition, Clara," answered James sternly. "Every single time since our second year, we have prepared fireworks for the welcoming feast. And don't try to deny it, it's always brilliant!"
"Except when you accidentally set fire to a table," she replied.
James opened his mouth to answer, but stopped dead and waved his finger, narrowing his eyes.
"Okay, you've got a point," he finally answered in a smile. "But we are not going to burn anything this year. Promise."
It was Lily’s turn to enter the compartment, a large and dreamy smile on her face.
"I'll tell you later," she answered Clara’s questioning look in a whisper.
Her friend nodded and they both focused back on the conversation at hand again. When Lily finally realised what they were talking about, she frowned.
"You're not going to burn anything again, are you?"
"Merlin, we’ve missed one finale. One. Over four years of entertainment, you only remember the only one that ended in a tiny accident," Sirius heaved a defeated sigh, throwing his head back in annoyance.
"One tiny accident that almost burnt the entire Hufflepuff table!"
"Perhaps, but you can't deny that our dragon was really awesome," Remus argued.
The other three nodded, and the girls couldn't help but laugh.
"True, it was beautiful," Clara admitted, chuckling and nodding.
"Finally, you're making sense," laughed Sirius.
His laugh really did sound like a bark, it was quite strange. Still, it was pleasant and infectious enough to make the others laugh too.
The conversation lingered on this subject until the train reached Hogsmeade. James and Sirius helped the girls with their trunks until they were out of the train.
"Thanks," said Clara, surprised when Sirius put down her trunk next to her on the station.
"'Welcome!" he replied with a warm smile.
These boys really were surprisingly nice this year. Clara had to admit that she had spent a nice time with them, had had a lot of fun… Maybe they had finally matured a bit.
They were separated in the carriages, the Marauders waiting for Remus to be done with guiding the younger students across the platform. Meanwhile, Lily was supposed to take care of the first-year students after they would reach the Castle, so the girls found back Marlene and Dorcas and they all got into one of the first carriages.
"All right, what the hell is that thing upon your face? Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Marlene asked Lily as soon as she closed the door of the carriage behind her.
The redhead blushed.
"Liam", she answered shyly.
The Marlene and Clara clapped and jumped on their seats excitedly, while Dorcas was rolling her eyes.
"I knew he was crazy about you!" Marlene exploded. "How? When? What?"
"On the train. We talked about the holidays, and he made me laugh and..."
"And?!" asked the two girls in unison, suspended to her words.
"He told me I was beautiful..."
Her two friends sighed dreamily. Dorcas snorted.
“You’re ridiculous,” the girl complained.
"And he kissed me!" Lily went on, ignoring his cynical friend.
They cried, jumping on their seat again. Lily couldn’t refrain a fond smile at the sight of her silly friends.
"That's wonderful, Lils!" Clara congratulated her.
"Yeah..."
Lily's dreamy smile was back on her face, and something told Clara that it was there to stay…
"So, are you going to talk about it?" asked Remus, turning to James.
"Talk about what?" asked Sirius.
There was barely anyone around anymore. Night had fallen, clouds heavy with rain hiding the shining stars. It smelled of wet grass already, as if Nature could feel the rainy night to come. It was strange to see the train station deserted, quiet. It was so busy mere minutes before…
The four boys climbed inside the last carriage.
"Liam kissed Lily on the train," answered Remus, closing the door behind Peter.
"Oh..."
Sirius looked carefully at James. After more than five years of the whole Lily Evans drama, he was expecting the worst; but instead of being upset, James simply shrugged.
"There's nothing more to say, really."
"Are you alright?" asked Peter.
"I will be,” James nodded with confidence. “I’ve realized something on the train. She really, earnestly, doesn't give a damn about me, and she never will. And… I'm tired of being the only one who cares, to be honest. So, I've taken a decision: I'm going to stop caring about her. I'm moving on. Lily belongs to the past, and I'm focusing on the future."
"Wow..." Remus finally let out after he found back his ability to articulate. “Are you sure?"
"Yep! I'm going to enjoy myself this year. I'm not going to try anything to get her attention anymore, and I'll just be myself, without caring about what she thinks of me."
Sirius patted his friend's shoulder, a warm smile on his lips, even though he was hiding doubts behind the friendly gestures.
"Good decision, mate."
"Thanks, Pads."
"Yeah, it's great, Prongs," Remus added.
James nodded, a smile still on his face, and looked outside by the window. It was so dark, he could barely see the trees the carriage passed by. It started to rain.
Lily Evans belonged to the past…
Clara was paying attention to the Marauders during the ceremony this year. They had promised a great show, and she was curious to finally see it. But she was also curious to find out how they were going to do it all…
They acted perfectly normal while the first years were sorted into the four houses. But when Dumbledore started his traditional speech, she noticed that the four Gryffindors were discreetly taking out their wands, hiding their hands under the table and whispering under their breath. She nudged Dorcas, who sat by her side, and the two girls watched the Marauders getting ready, while Dumbledore went on with his speech. They didn’t listen to the old wizard, merely wondered about what the four boys were doing.
It lasted several long minutes, before the boys would look up again, falling silent once more, faking to listen to the end of their Headmaster’s speech. Sirius caught Clara’s stare, and he winked at her with a crooked smile full of mischief, making the girl roll her eyes. Still… she couldn’t wait to see what they had in store this year…
Dumbledore’s voice finally died down, replaced by cheers as the feast began. The first hands were already reaching for food, set magically on the tables, when a loud detonation echoed throughout the hall. Everyone looked up at the ceiling, as the sound seemed to come from there. A second detonation, and this time all saw one of the stars shining above their heads explode, freeing colourful sparks that slowly fell towards the ground. And then a third blew up, and a fourth, and a fifth, and each time it seemed that silence was shorter and shorter between the loud detonations. Until several stars exploded together, and then all of them at once: blue, red, golden, green, orange and white sparks burning against the ceiling and gently falling in a bright and colourful rain. And the students -and teachers- were already mesmerized, but then all these sparks that were hanging there, suspended in mid-air, moved together to gather at the centre of the Great Hall. It formed a ball of light, that seemed to twirl on itself, until two wings seemed to spread across the room, followed by a feathered tail, claws, a beak… Soon, a gigantic bird was flying across the room. The many colours that shone across its body turned all into red and gold, while the tail grew longer, the shape of the bird more defined. All in the Great Hall recognized in its shape a burning phoenix…
It flapped its wings, flying back and forth and leaving in its wake golden sparks that lingered for a moment before blinking and dying out. There was so much light, it painted the walls, the tables, and the faces marked by awe in red and gold hues. After flying across the hall a few more times, the bird opened its mouth wide, and burst into flames, its shape disappearing in the ablaze light, before it would vanish.
From the smoke that gathered against the ceiling, little stars started to form again, white and cold and distant after the vivid colours and the warmth of the flames. The ceiling took back its usual appearance, quiet and peaceful… almost.
At the centre of the ceiling, starts gathered in clusters to form two words, a signature from the four mischief makers: The Marauders.
The school burst into cheers, and cries, and so many hands were clapping, it was so loud, it was almost painful. All turned towards the Gryffindor boys, who acted as if they were nothing but innocent and unaware of who was behind these beautiful fireworks. Only when they caught Dumbledore’s and McGonagall’s proud stare did the boys finally laugh and exchanged looks filled with pride.
The fireworks this year were on everybody’s tongue for the rest of the evening. Sometimes to compliment how beautiful the scene had been, sometimes to wonder at how the four boys could have done it.
When the Gryffindors entered their common room, quite tired after their long and eventful day, Clara didn’t follow her friends to the girls’ dormitory. Instead, she lingered for a moment in the common room, and headed towards the Marauders, who seemed deeply lost in conversation. Still, when they saw her walking up to them, the boys fell silent and waited for her to speak first.
“Well done, guys. The fireworks were particularly great this year,” she told them with a grin, winking at Sirius.
She didn’t give them any time to speak, turning on her heels and hurrying back towards the stairs again, where she disappeared.
The boys resumed their conversation, but Sirius was not listening. He was lost in thought instead.
He reckoned that Clara wasn’t so bad, after all. After spending most of his day with her, he came to the conclusion that he had enjoyed her company way more than what he had expected. She wasn't as boring as he had imagined her to be. He had always considered that she was probably as serious and uptight as Lily, which meant too serious and uptight. But she had been a laugh during their journey to Hogwarts. She seemed to have a good sense of humour.
Maybe he would try to talk to her more this year...
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