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ellecdc · 2 months

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Hi! I’ve never requested to anyone before, but I really love how you write Regulus. Could I request an arranged marriage with Regulus, where Regulus was head over heels for Reader at Hogwarts but kept her at arm’s length knowing he was bound to an arranged marriage? And him not knowing what to do now that they are finally married. With a calm and observant Reader. I hope it’s not too much trouble 😬😊Thank you!

such a sweet idea! thanks for your request!! I hope you do again 🫶

The Arranged Marriage of Regulus' Dreams

Regulus Black x fem!reader - arranged marriage (no Voldemort AU)

“You’re fucking with me.” Regulus hissed to Narcissa as he watched you and your parents walk through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Narcissa smirked and nudged her younger cousin out into the hall. “Nope, now go on cousin, say hello to your fiancée.”

Regulus thought he was dreaming. No. Certainly he was dead. Would he have gotten into heaven though? Surely not. But if he wasn’t in heaven, then what were you doing here?!

“Mr. L/N, Mrs. L/N. Miss. L/N.” Walburga Black greeted the family as the Black family house Elf, Kreacher, took their outer robes.

“Ah, not Miss. L/N for much longer though.” Your father laughed as he jostled your shoulder a little too roughly, causing you to teeter slightly in your heels.

Regulus wanted to kill him.

“Of course! Tomorrow’s the big day, hm? The most important moment in a young woman’s life.” Orion Black proclaimed as he ushered everyone into the dining room. Regulus noticed your slight grimace at his father’s words, but your face softened as you made eye contact with him.

He smiled softly and bowed his head, taking your hand in his to place a chaste kiss to your knuckles �� just like a proper pureblood heir ought to when meeting their betrothed.

Regulus had no idea it was you he was bound to marry.

Most noble and high-ranking pureblood families partook in arranged marriages. The heir of the family was the most important – most coveted. Regulus wasn’t always the heir – so his engagement wasn’t announced to him until his 5th year – the year that Sirius ran away from home.

The Black’s were readying their new heir; getting their affairs in order.

Regulus could admit that he didn’t really agree with everything his parents stood for. Sirius may have been able to escape his parent’s clutches, but Regulus wasn’t as lucky.

He found the idea of arranged marriage to be a little archaic, but he was nothing if not a loyal, devoted son. No matter how much it hurt.

No matter. Regulus understood his duty.

He had been crushing hard on this pretty witch in the year below him at Hogwarts for years, but he never felt confident enough to act on it. By the time he was confident enough to act on it – he’d been promised to someone else, so he never ended up pursuing it. What was the point of falling in love when you were bound to be married for business?

And here that witch was…with her parents…in his home…the evening before his wedding…as his bride.

No…certainly this was a prank. A joke. A stroke? He was dead. In heaven? Maybe this was his hell.

He must have been running on autopilot, because suddenly he was seated beside you at the formal dining room after he had tucked your chair in under you, listening to the adults the parents discuss business.

He didn’t feel much like an adult right now.

He felt like a prepubescent schoolboy with a crush.

How humiliating.

“So, Orion and I will be leaving tomorrow immediately after the wedding.” Walburga announced. “Regulus will be the official head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black along with his wife Y/N, and we will leave the affairs to them.”

“What are your plans for after the wedding?” You father asked Walburga.

Regulus wanted to roll his eyes. Isn’t that the kind of question people are meant to ask the bride and groom?

“Where’s the honeymoon? What are your plans afterwards? Where will you be living? Do you plan on having kids?”

Regulus had to stop his train of thought – getting a little too excited thinking about his marriage…to you.

Surely he was dead. Surely.

“We have a few properties in France.” Orion interjected before Walburga continued.

“We’ll be residing in a vineyard in the South of France. Retirement will be good for Orion.”

“How lovely. You’re resigning from your position in the Wizengamot?” Your mother inquired.

You and Regulus shared a look and a shy smile before returning to your plates.

“Regulus will be overtaking my position in the courts, as well as the Black’s affairs in the Ministry. We donate a lot of money to keep that government running.” Orion stated proudly. Regulus fought the urge to grimace.

“It’s a good thing too – Salazar knows that place would be run by mudbloods and halfbreeds if we weren’t careful.” Walburga added.

Regulus had to hand it to you – the only sign you even heard his mother was the slight raising of your eyebrows before the returned to their rightful place above your eyes.

He was smitten.

“Well, our darling Y/N will be a wonderful addition to the Black legacy. She was top of her class, she’s a powerful witch, and loyal to her kind.” You father proclaimed, jostling your shoulder once again.

Regulus couldn’t help himself; he gently placed his hand on the same shoulder your father’s hand was and brushed it – effectively shooing your father’s hand away. He rubbed your shoulder consolingly before returning his gaze to the table.

But not before he caught Narcissa’s knowing smirk as she eyed the two of you.

“Marvellous. I think this will be a very wonderful match.” Walburga proclaimed.

Regulus didn’t often like agreeing with his mother – but he couldn’t help but feel the same.

The house was disturbingly quiet after the affairs that took place today.

The trip to the ministry to get your marriage license. Your ceremony on the grounds of Malfoy Manor, and the reception that here at 12 Grimmauld Place, where your image and name were added to the Black Family tapestry.

This is where Regulus found himself now, in the formal living room – hiding from you.

Not hiding from you.

Sort of hiding from you.

Regulus never grew up expecting much; at least not much of what he wanted. He lucked out getting to play quidditch, but everything else had been decided for him.

His house at Hogwarts was decided for him. His friends were decided for him. His marriage was decided for him.

But now that he had this? A marriage with you – the one witch he would have actually chosen for himself?

Well, he just didn’t know what to do with himself.

So, he was hiding in the formal living room, staring at the Black Family tapestry where your name and portrait was woven in beside his.

He had never felt this lucky before.

His eyes, as they often did, wandered over to the place where Sirius’ name and portrait had been blasted off some years ago.

Regulus got what he wanted in you… he only wished his brother had been there too.

This is how you found him, standing against the back of a settee with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up, shirt untucked and tie loosened.

“Oh, hi L/N…erm…” he trailed off awkwardly as you smiled kindly at him.

“I supposed you’ll have to call me by my name, now that we’re married.” You stated plainly as you moved to stand beside him to look at the tapestry.

“Did you know?” Regulus asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

“Know what?”

“Know that it was going to be me? That you were to be married to?” He clarified.

You shook your head in the negative. “I never bothered asking. Didn’t think there was much sense, seeing as there was nothing to be done about it.”

Regulus nodded in understanding. “Are you disappointed?”

“That it was you?” You asked. Regulus nodded. “Not at all.”

Regulus hoped his relief wasn’t as evident on his face as it felt.

You turned your head back to the tapestry before pulling your wand out and stepping towards it. You pointed it gently at the place Sirius’ name was and murmured something quietly.

Regulus watched in awe as the strands of the portrait stitched themselves back together, proudly displaying his big brother again.

“Is this alright?” you asked as you turned to observe him. He nodded dumbly as he swallowed against a painful lump in his throat. His eyes flitted to Andromeda’s burn mark.

“Do you mind doing that one too?” He asked quietly.

You smiled softly and turned back, repeating the spell until Andromeda’s name was once again displayed on the wall.

“The Black’s can be whoever you want them to be now, you know?” You murmured quietly, eyes intent on Regulus’ form.

“I’m happy with the newest addition, so far.” He admitted shyly, wishing he was bold enough to proclaim exactly what he thought of you.

You smiled bashfully, and Regulus delighted in the slight flush that coloured your cheeks. “What else should we do?”

Regulus thought for a moment before a devious grin grew across his face.

“I say we start by pulling the funding from the Ministry. What do you think, my dear wife?”

Your smile looked like it was trying to be as wicked as Regulus’, but you fell painfully short. Regulus doubted you could ever manage looking anything but sweet.

“Sound’s perfect, darling.”

Regulus was in heaven – surely.

#regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black #sirius and regulus #marauders au #marauders era #ask elle #reader insert #self insert #the ancient and most noble house of black #ellecdc fics

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lulublack90 · 3 months

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Prompt 19 - Pathetic

@jegulus-microfic January 19 Word count 903

“Prongs, it’s only two weeks. I'm pretty sure you can survive two weeks without my brother.” James knew that Sirius was right. It was only two weeks. But it was two weeks knowing that Regulus was in Grimmauld Place and would be having a very lonely Christmas with only his parents and Kreacher. James on the other hand was never lonely. He had Sirius and Remus staying with him and Peter came over nearly every day. Plus he also had two very loving parents. It was hard for him to have so much love and know Regulus had none.

A week went by and it was Christmas Eve. James knew he was annoying Sirius and Remus. He had been mopping about, not finding any interest in anything. Even his mother had commented on it. He’d been trying so hard since then to put on a brave face and make an effort.

They were all sitting around the Christmas tree, putting the finishing touches on it and drinking huge mugs of hot chocolate — Remus was already on his second — when the wards alerted them to someone trying to get in.

Monty slipped his wand out of his pocket, closely flanked by Euphemia.

“Stay back, boys. I mean it.” He commanded when he saw all three of them inching forward. Monty pulled the front door open, revealing a skinny young man wrapped tightly in a thick, expensive-looking travel cloak. He had the hood pulled up, hiding his face from view. But James would know him anywhere. Regulus Black was stood on his doorstep.

“Let him in, Dad.” He heard himself saying as he walked forward.

“Who is it?” Monty asked, looking confused. Sirius squinted, peering at the visitor.

“Oh, for crying out loud. You’re both as pathetic as each other, you know. It’s only two weeks!” He shook his head and grabbed Remus’s hand, taking him back into the living room. “Hi, Reg. Merry Christmas.” He called over his shoulder. Understanding shot across Monty and Effie’s faces.

“Come in, come in.” Effie waved Regulus forward.

“Thank you,” Regulus said politely once the door was firmly shut behind him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Potter. I hope my arrival isn’t an inconvenience.”

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure, and it’s Effie, not Mrs Potter. And this is Monty. Say hello, Monty.”

“Hello, Monty,” Monty answered, deftly dodging Effie’s swotting hand.

“Please ignore him, dear. Will you be staying for Christmas?” She asked as she gestured for his cloak.

“If that is alright, Mrs—Effie.” Regulus swallowed awkwardly.

“Of course it is. Does your Mother know you’re here?” Effie asked kindly.

“If that bitch turns up here…” Sirius yelled through from the living room.

“Sirius, language.” Effie cut him off before he could finish whatever it had been he was going to say.

“Not exactly. She thinks I went back to Hogwarts to study for my O.W.L’s. I am going to go back to Hogwarts to study, but I thought I could make a detour on the way.” He gave her a sheepish crooked smile that James knew Sirius used on her all the time. As much as the Black brothers liked to argue that they were entirely different from each other, they both used the same tricks regularly.

“Hmm, I’m not overly happy with that, dear. Especially after the last time with Sirius,”

“You love me!” Sirius yelled through again.

“Stop shouting in my house, Sirius.” Effie chastised him, barely lifting her vice but very clearly heard.

“Sorry, Effie,” Sirius called out more quietly. James could hear Remus giggling and Sirius swotting at him with a cushion.

“Sorry,” Regulus fidgeted with the cuffs of his jumper, “I’ll go.” He held out his hand for his travel cloak still in Effie’s hands. James turned to his mother pleadingly.

“Don’t be silly, Regulus dear. It takes a lot more than Walburga Black to scare me.” She said with a very toothy smile. Regulus took a step back. Shock flashing in his eyes.

“Come along, Monty. I need help setting up a room for Regulus.” She winked at Regulus and squeezed James’s arm as she headed to the stairs.

“What’s the point? He’s just going to end up in James’s bed anyway.” Sirius cackled from the living room, clearly enjoying himself.

“Sirius, behave,” Effie told him in her best mum voice.

“Sorry, Mum.” Sirius apologised, his voice very subdued.

Effie and Monty left James and Regulus alone in the hallway.

“Hi,” James finally got to say once his parents had disappeared.

“Hi,” Regulus smiled back. He rushed forward into James’s waiting arms and tilted his head up to look at him. James leant down and kissed him.

“Ooooooo.” Remus's cat called from the doorway.

“Godric, Moony, don’t encourage them.” Sirius wasn’t as gung-ho now.

James ignored them both, only having eyes for Regulus. He dipped his head again, kissing him gently before dragging him into the living room.

“Want to annoy Sirius?” He whispered in Regulus’s ear.

“Always,” Regulus murmured back, eyes flashing with mischief, not unlike his brothers did. James sat down and pulled Regulus onto his lap and continued kissing him and smiling when Sirius started protesting wildly to their, in his words, disgusting public display of affection.

James could feel Regulus’s chest shaking as he tried to keep his laughter contained. James was now quite happy to be home for Christmas.

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arliedraws · 1 month

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Oh my goddddd, I started a “Regulus survived” fic about four years ago and never got more than 20 pages in, but I just reread it this morning and I’m PISSED that 2020 me did not continue it. I am COMPELLED by this fic.

It was an AU where Kreacher brought the half-drowned Regulus back to Grimmauld Place, and Mrs. Black hid him and sent him off to hide with Cassiopeia Black who had also faked her own death. From there, he spends the next decade and a half hunting down precious treasures for his greedy great-aunt in exchange for her discretion. He roams the Balkans for years. He gets all leathery from being in the sun. He eventually bumps into Dumbledore and, cover blown, is blackmailed into helping Dumbledore find and destroy Horcruxes. It was supposed to take place during PoA. There was SUPPOSED to be a violent, emotional reunion between Sirius and Regulus. BLOOD would’ve sprayed. They would’ve YELLED.

WAhhhhh

#i could still finish this #i could

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ginnympotter · 9 months

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A home.

Happy belated birthday Ginny Weasley ily and so does Harry

Harry finally understood why Sirius was so miserable that year.

Although Kreacher was pleasant enough to him, being alone at 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal. It was dark and gloomy and much too large. He didn't protest Ron moving in with George to keep him company for a second, but it was strange, being on his own. He went over to the Burrow for dinner practically every other night, and if Ron and George would stay, he would too. But when he'd return to Grimmauld after a long day of work, he never felt more isolated.

But when Ginny came home for the school holidays and would spend any time not with her family alone with him, the house took on a new life. It was bright and open and sometimes it even felt like it could be home. But maybe that was just Ginny.

It was Easter, and they were winded after some friendly Quidditch matches and a delicious meal from Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was holding his thigh under the table, laughing at Ron and Hermione's mix of bickering and flirting, telling them to "get a room already," and Ron responded with, "fine, we will!" and grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her from the table out the kitchen, and her cheeks blushed but she obliged. Ginny grinned victoriously, now with her brother out of sight she wouldn't get scolded for the same activities.

"Mum, we're going to Harry's," she declared as she stood up.

"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said non-chalantly. "Take some leftover tart."

Tart and Ginny in hand, they apparated to Grimmauld Place. And as soon as they closed the door behind them, Ginny's lips were on his, and one hand wrapped around her waist, and they moved toward the kitchen. "I missed you," she said against his mouth. Harry let the treacle tart slip from his hand onto the counter, before quickly using his now-free hand to run through her hair. They didn't quite make it to the bedroom for the first time round, but made it in time for the second.

As it often happened, he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, sweating and breathing heavily. He sat up, trying to calm himself down, but he didn't have to for long, as a small hand touched his arm. "It's okay," Ginny said softly. "You're safe, Harry."

He swallowed, nodded, and followed the pull of her hand as she moved higher up on the bed and guided his head toward her chest. He laid it there, sighing as she ran her fingers through his scalp soothingly. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, it acting as a sleeping draught as he drifted back off.

When he woke again, he felt the rhythm of her breathing was a miracle. He gently kissed her neck, and she hummed, opening her eyes slowly and smiling. "Hey."

He responded by kissing her lips, then her forehead, and then he pulled her to his chest this time. She happily burrowed her face into his skin and sighed. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Always better with you," he told her truthfully. And before he could shove down his courage, "I wish you could always be here."

"Me too," she replied. "But I've still got a couple months left of school."

"Well, what about after?"

She lifted her head up and looked at him. "What about it?"

"Well," he said, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks. "What if you were always here after you graduate?"

"You mean like... living here? With you?"

"I know it's not the most charming place in the world," Harry said. "It wouldn't be forever. Maybe we'd even get our own place one day, but until then, I mean-"

Ginny cut him off with a fierce kiss, and when she finally pulled away she had that blazing look he loved so much. "Yes. I'd love that. I love you."

She returned her mouth to his, and he melted into her touch, and the sun shined through the blinds, and everything felt warm. This could be a home, he thought. And this morning, as Ginny pulled him closer to her, it was beginning to feel like one.

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #fanfic #hp #hp fanfic #one shot #harry potter x ginny weasley

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aanoia · 10 months

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Ok ok so reader is a pureblood and you and Sirius are to get married, so your family gets invited to dinner at the Black’s to celebrate but then the reader sees Walburga treat Sirius badly and decides to prank her (up to you if she gets caught afterwards)

okay I LOVED this idea so much so I hope i did it justice. Thank you for requesting! Keep em coming bae, keep em coming. I also realized that youu might have wanted it to be consensual marriage like they're in love and stuff and it's not an arranged marriage so I'm sorry if that's what you meant. If you want it that way just request again and I'll rewrite it for you!

Horribly Right

Sirius Black x reader Summary; after seeing Sirius being slapped by his mother, you decide to pull a prank that's outcome goes horribly... right? Words; 2,000+ Warnings: abuse, getting disowned If you or someone you know are expiriencing domestic abuse please do not stay silent. Contact someone you trust, the local police, or the National Domestic Violence Hotline (800-799-7233, for America, I'm unsure about other countries). If anyone is expiriencing trauma from abuse or anything else my DMs are ALWAYS open, I care about you guys a lot and dont want you to suffer in silence. You deserve to feel okay. On a more serious note PLEASE REQUEST THINGS I LOVE BRINGING YOUR IDEAS TO LIFEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! also im on vacation so it might take a bit but pls I'll do them and not proofread bc i have too many sunburns (thats a logical excuse)

“And you will behave. Do you understand?” My dad finished his lecture and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“I understand.” I mumbled.

He roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, “What was that?”

“I understand, sir.”

He let go and straightened out his jacket with a deep breath, before lifting his hand and knocking on the door of the Black manor. The door opened and I looked down and smiled slightly at the sight of a house elf. He glared at us and opened the door farther so we could walk in.

“Thank you.” I said quietly as I passed by and he looked taken aback, but he shook his head and ignored me.

“Kreacher! You ugly thing, who is it? Who’s at the door?” Mr. Black asked as he walked into the hallway. “Ah, the L/n’s.” He motioned for us to follow him down the hallway and we did. I looked over as we passed a room, muffled voices spoke quickly.

“Do not mind that. My wife is simply making sure our son is ready for your daughter.” As if on cue the door opened and out walked Walburga and her son, Sirius Black.

“Ah, m/n, how lovely to see you.” Walburga said with a fake smile, my mother nodded, holding back a grimace at the woman she hates so dearly.

“Walburga. Pleasure.” She said shortly. “Sirius, you’re a handsome young man. Perfect for my daughter.” Sirius nodded, not looking up from the ground. Walburga sneakily hit his hand, hoping my family wouldn’t notice. I did.

He looked up with a forced smile, “Thank you, ma’am.” He glanced at me. “Y/n, you look lovely tonight.” Walburga smiled smugly at her son.

I smiled at him, “Thank you, Sirius. You look rather fine, yourself.”

“Shall we sit down to eat?” Mr. Black asked and we all nodded.

“Regulus, sweetie, it’s dinner time!” Walburga called up and almost instantly quick footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

Regulus smiled at me once he saw me and I gave him a nod, returning his smile. We were always friends at Hogwarts, both being in Slytherin. Sirius and I, however, weren’t. If you asked anyone else, we hated each other. If you asked one of us… we still hated each other.

We sat at the table, my parents on either side of me and Sirius directly across from me. I flashed him a smile and he gave a small one back. Neither of us wanted this and it was obvious.

“So, I was thinking they should be married right after school ends. Until then, they should be courting each other.” Mr. Black said.

“Courting each other? Wha-”

“Sirius.” Walburga cut him off, sending him a glare and he looked down at his plate angrily. The adults continued talking about the marriage and what it would be like until then and the kids stayed silent. Only nodding and agreeing when asked a question.

I cleared my throat and took the napkin off my lap, gently placing it on the table and standing up. Everyone looked at me and I put on a pleasant smile, “I apologize, but may I use the restroom?”

“Of course.” Walburga said. “It’s just down that hall and to the left.” I nodded with a smile and walked to the bathroom.

Once the door closed my smile dropped and I sighed, looking in the mirror. I turned on the sink and splashed some water on my face, trying to pause the pressure that was building behind my eyes. This can’t be my life. I can’t be forced into a marriage with someone I don’t love. I dried off my face and smiled at myself in the mirror, before flushing the toilet, despite it not being used, and turning the water back on, pretending to wash my hands.

I stepped out of the restroom quietly, and began walking back to the table before once again hearing muffled voices, or rather this time, just one. Walburga. I looked back to where the dining room was, silently contemplating whether or not to follow Walburga’s voice or go sit down. It was when she said Sirius’ name and a loud smack sounded out that I decided to find them.

I walked down the hallway slowly, careful not to make any noise. I peaked my head around a corner and immediately retracted it.

“I told you to behave, Sirius, why can’t you listen?” I looked back in time to see her slap him again. “You are a disgrace. Let this dinner go well. I demand it, Sirius.” He looked down at the ground and nodded.

I quickly walked back to the table and smiled as I sat down at my seat. Walburga and Sirius came after me and sat down. I didn’t fail to notice the glassy look in Sirius’ eyes, and the red handprint forming on his cheek, obviously being covered up by a spell that wasn’t performed correctly.

“I believe it’s time for desert, yes?” Walburga asked, picking up her and her husbands plate.

“Yes, let me help you, Mrs. Black.” I offered with a smile and she nodded. We picked up the plates as I passed Sirius I placed a small kiss on his cheek. Partly for our parents, but mostly so he knew I was there for him. And of course so I could silently perform a good healing spell, and the red mark slowly turning into a bruise disappeared off his face. Judging by the way he looked at me, he knew what I just did and looked at me thankfully.

I followed Walburga and placed the dishes in the sink. There was an apple pie and a cake sitting on the table.

“I believe everyone wants cake. I’d like the pie. You?” Walburga asked.

“I’d like some pie as well. I’ll cut us two pieces and you ready the cake.” She nodded and quickly cut the cake as I took my time cutting the pie.

When she left the kitchen to deliver the first rounds of cake, I quickly took out my wand. I muttered a spell onto her pie and tucked my wand away again, putting a smile back on my face and bringing out the pie. I set her piece in front of her seat and sat down with mine just as she brought out the last two pieces of cake.

“It looks amazing, mum.” Regulus said and she smiled at her youngest son.

We all began eating at I glanced at Walburga frequently as she ate her pie. My eyes met Sirius’ as he looked at me in question, noticing my glances. I smiled and winked at him. He returned it with a suspicious smile, his eyes squinting at me.

“Oh my, Walburga!” My mother said, her hand going to her heart. I refrained from laughing as I looked at Walburga whos skin was now green and full of warts.

She gasped as she saw her hand and turned around at the small mirror that sat on the wall. Tears filled her eyes as she turned around horrified.

“What did you put in the pie?” Mr. Black asked, utterly disgusted at his wife's state.

“Nothing I- I didn’t do anything different! I don’t kno-” She locked eyes with me, noticing my perfectly normal state, despite eating the same pie as her. She pointed a green finger at me. “You.” She ran around the table and everyone stood as I sped to the other side. A hand grabbed mine and pulled me down the hallway and out the front door. Walburga and my father followed behind us. Sirius and I ran out into the street, laughing our asses off as our hands stayed intertwined.

“Sirius Black! Get back here!” His mother screamed.

I looked behind us to see my father seething and holding up his fist. My step faltered. Zero strikes left. My mind went back to when the striked were first introduced.

My father roughly grabbed my wrist.

“Ow, stop it, you’re hurting me!” Twelve year old me said, trying to pull my wrist free.

He turned around angrily and kneeled down to meet my eyes, “I do no care, you fucking idiot. I don’t understand why you can’t just behave. So, here’s what we're gonna do, you have three strikes left. Everytime you fuck up you lose a strike and once you hit zero you’re done. You’re out of my house and you can fend for yourself. Do you understand?”'

Tears dripped down my cheeks as I nodded, my wrist burning from the pressure. “Y-yes sir.”

I ignored it. I’ll deal with it later. After we were off the street of his family's house we slowed down, breathless.

“You are brilliant.” Sirius said as we walked quietly. I had no clue where but Sirius had somewhere in mind.

I shrugged with an uneasy smile, “What can I say? I’m talented.”

He looked at me, his smile slowly falling, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

I sighed, “Nothing. I’m fine.”

He snorted, “No you aren’t. What? Scared you’re gonna get disowned.” I winced and he paused. “Wait, Y/n, are you actually scared they’re gonna disown you?”

“I don’t have to be scared because they already have.”

“What?”

I explained the strikes to him and he looked at me in sadness.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. You shouldn’t have pranked her, I was okay.”

We started walking again as I spoke, “No, it’s okay. She deserved it. She shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

“I feel bad.”

I nudged his arm with a smile, “Don’t be. My parents sucked anyway. Now, where are we going?”

He stopped and turned to a large house, “Here.”

“And what is this place?” I asked as we walked to the door.

He smirked at me and opened the door, “You’ll see.”

I walked in hesitantly and was immediately met with warmth and a sweet smell. It was the exact opposite of Sirius’ house. Little footsteps paddered down the stairs and a little girl came into view, smiling wide despite her two front teeth being missing.

“Siri!” She ran to him and jumped into his arms. He spun her around in a hug before she pulled her head aay, still sitting in his arms. “Look! I lost my other toof!” She pulled her lip up and Sirius smiled.

“I can see that. How much did the tooth fairy give you?”

“I got a whole galleon this time!”

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Woah, girl, you’re rich now!”

She nodded and looked to me as more footsteps came down the stairs.

“Hello, what’s your name? I’m Ella!”

I waved at her, “Hi Ella, I’m-”

“Y/n?” A new voice asked and I looked up from the little girl.

My eyes widened, “James, why am I not surprised this is where Sirius brings me.”

“Ah, James, where are your parents? I need to talk to them.”

“In the living room, I think. Why-”

Sirius handed James Ella, “Perfect. I’ll be back.” He placed a kiss on my cheek, returning the one I gave him earlier and walked off.

“What is going on?” James asked me and I shrugged.

“I was at dinner with his family, pranked his mom-”

“You pranked Walburga? And survived?”

“If you would let me finish. Yes, I did survive, and then we ran off.”

He nodded in approval, “I support.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at him.

“You’re very pretty.” Ella said to me with a smile, her eyes twinkling.

“Why thank you, Ella. You are as well. In fact, I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t you agree James?” He nodded and looked at his little sister with a grin.

“The prettiest.” He agreed and tickled her stomach. She laughed and buried her head in the crook of his neck and Sirius came back, James’ parents following behind him.

His mom smiled at me and grabbed my hand, “Hello sweetie, my name is Euphemia. Sirius told us what happened.”

I looked at Sirius as James’ dad began to speak, “You’ll stay with us, no arguing.” He said warmly.

“What?” James and I asked at the same time.

“What happened? Why is she staying with us?” James asked.

“James.” His mother scolded.

“No I-I don’t care, but just why? She has her own family.”

“I was disowned, James.” He looked at me with sadness.

“I’m sorry.”

I waved him off, “Don’t be. But I can’t stay here.”

“I said no arguing. We have an extra room upstairs.” His dad said.

“Are you gonna be my new sister?” Ella asked and I looked to James’ parents. They nodded and I sighed, smiling at the little girl as James set her down.

“Yeah, I guess I kinda will be your new sister.””

“Yay!” She grabbed my hand. “Come on, let me show you my room and you can meet my dolls!” She looked up to Sirius. “Dolly wants to see you again, Siri. You can come too, James.”

The four of us walked up the stairs and I flashed a final smile at James’ parents before we got to the top.

“Hey, El, you takes James in and get your dolls ready, I need to speak to Y/n for a moment. Alright?” Sirius asked, grabbing my hand.

She nodded, “Alright, come on Jamesie.” She tugged him into her room and I turned to Sirius.

“Thank you.” I said.

He shrugged, “It’s nothing. I figured this was the best place for you to be. James’ family is amazing.”

I nodded, “They are.

Sirius sighed, “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I like you. I have for a while. I just thought you should know.”

I smiled, “Like, like or like like?”

He laughed through his nose, a small pink tint littering his cheeks, “Like, like like.”

“I like like you as well, Sirius.”

“Would you maybe-” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Would you let me take you out on a date sometime?”

I giggled and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger for a second, “Of course.”

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HP META MASTERLISTS

Hey! Here is a huge master list of all my favorite Harry Potter character analyses and Metas!

I DID NOT write these! Please do yourself a favor and check out some of the wonderful and intelligent writers of these metas as they deserve all the praise for their hard and impressive work!

If anyone of the writers for whatever reason wants me to remove their meta from this list just tell me and it will be done!

Some of these may be contradictory to each other but that is because I like to hear other interpretations. These may not line up exactly with your view of the characters (not all of them line up with mine) but please try to be respectful.

*Almost all of these are from Tumblr except one from reddit and one from a outside blog.

Enjoy!

REMUS LUPIN META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Gentleman Monster: How Remus’s Marginalization and Comparative Privilege Made Who He Is

The Marauders Map scene in POA: Verbal Fencing Between Snape and Lupin

Prisoner of Azkaban: When Hostility Meets Passive Aggression

Remus Lupin: in depth analysis

“And I haven’t changed...”

Lupin as a manipulator

Remus would rather categorize himself with his oppressor than validate his own experiences.

Harry, Snape and Lupin: morality and “the greater good”

Lupin and his failure to think ahead - the boggart scene

Remus Lupin: ENFJ

Remus lupin: Repentance vs Regret

Lupin and Language

Remus And His Use of Language + Sirius' Dark Humor

Lupin and his use of pauses and “ers”

Lupin and language - “glimpse”

Neither Likes Not Dislikes Severus…

Lupin appreciation: How he speaks

Debunking Fanon:

Fanon vs. Canon: Remus Lupin Edition (reddit)

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry and Remus’ dynamic

Snape and Lupin parallels

The Great Pretenders: Remus and Regulus

Nearly Always Right: Remus and Harry

Remus and what his friendships represent

Power game that goes on between Lupin and Snape in POA

Lovable Except for that Terrible Period: The Upbringing of Remus Lupin

Theories and headcanons:

Remus’ “unmistakable signs of trying to live among wizards”

Remus did a lot of “growing up” during the lost years

If Lupin and Tonks had survived the battle?

Miscellaneous:

Lupin isn't the middle ground in Mrs Weasley vs Sirius argument

Remus with his own special brand of comforting logic

Lupin and how he presents in front of others

Remus Lupin is so detached from things

Remus Lupin at his most dangerous

Lupin lying to himself and others

Lupin is a gold standard for for the male manipulator trope

Bonus thoughts on werewolves as sexual predators, and Lupins' response to this.

SIRIUS BLACK META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Part one: Sirius and the shadow of being a Black.

Part two: Sirius Black: the victim of the system he was born to rule

Grimmauld Place: Azkaban by a different name

Sirius Black and Complex trauma

Sirius's core need for family

Sirius's views on Death-Eaters: The world isn't split into good people and Death-eaters.

Padfoot and the Liminal Space

Arrested Development – Sirius, Snape, Obsessions and Blind Spots

Sirius Black, Mental Health and Masculinity

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Debunking Fanon:

Sirius is not as explosive as he is often characterized.

Sirius was not an immature man -child

Sirius is both emotionally and academically intelligent

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Someone Like A Parent: The Beginning of Bond in POA

Padfoot and Prongs: an analysis of the friendship

Why Sirius hated Snape so much

Sirius and Walburga: the passive-aggressive Sticking Charm

Sirius and Walburga's similarities

Regulus and Sirius's relationship

Sirius and Lily

Sirius and Orion Black

Sirius and Regulus’s relationship is Kreacher

Snape parallels:

The Hogwarts Express scene in Prince’s Tale: A Sirius and Snape analysis

Sirius and Snape as foils

Sirius and Snape both want to be part of a world that they will never truly understand.

Snape, Sirius, and revenge

Sirius and Snape parallels: rule breaking

More Snape and Sirius parallels

Sirius/Snape parallels - Gender coding

Miscellaneous:

Sirius’ sense of humor

Shame of My Flesh: Reading into Sirius’ Thoughts on Crouch Family

Sirius and Molly Argument in OOTP

James, Sirius and Snape: privilege and intelligence

JAMES POTTER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Ashes’ thoughts on James

“the marauders’ is essentially just three people wanting to be James’ best friend but only one of them actually achieving it”

Too Deep for the Healing

Debunking Fanon:

“golden retriever” James Potter

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

James and Sirius had the best friendship in the story

Mine!: James Potter and Regulus Black

James Didn’t Suspect Remus - First War edition

James/Sirius

Theories and headcanons:

How does growing up with elderly parents affect James’s personality?

Miscellaneous:

James inner sense of nobility prevents him from killing

PETER PETTIGREW META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Peter Pettigrew is emotionally intelligent and uses it in a strategic manner.

Peter is a Beautiful Scum Bag

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Where is the Loyalty? Regulus and Peter

Peter and Remus

Theories and headcanons:

Peter Pettigrew and the Werewolf Incident (Not as Much of a Key Event for Him)

MARAUDER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Reading Marauders Dynamics in SWM

An Analysis of the Snape’s Worst Memory Pensieve scene

SWM occurring after The Prank is neither a plot hole nor inconsistent

The rifts that made it possible for the Marauders to fall apart were evident even as far back as Hogwarts.

Fallout of the “prank”

Debunking Fanon:

J/S vs F/G: different types of troublemakers

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

The marauders individual relationships

Remus with Sirius and James?

Lupin within the marauder dynamic

Miscellaneous:

The marauders recklessness

LILY EVANS META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Lily and Altruism

Lily and insecurity

Slughorn’s favorite student

Lily’s weakness is her fondness for being the exception

Debunking Fanon:

Lily’s cold anger

“Friendzoned”

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Lily as a friend

Interpretation of Lily’s blush

Lily Evans’ letter to Sirius Black

Lily Evans is attracted to James Potter in Snape's Worst Memory.

Lily intended to break off her friendship with Severus before SWM

Harry’s relationship to the Prince as a blueprint for Lily’s friendship with Snape

Lily’s feelings for Snape are more complex than fandom gives them credit for.

Lily and her friendships

Lily never hated Petunia

What’s Up with Petunia’s Resentment of Lily?

Theories and headcanons:

Mulciber, Mary Macdonald and why Lily almost smiled in Snape’s Worst Memory

Miscellaneous:

Lily is blind to the flaws of people she admires/loves unless it explodes in her face.

SEVERUS SNAPE META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Snape and the importance of his memories

Snape and Class

How Dumbledore’s death speaks to Snape’s moral evolution

Snape: class and power

Two up, two down

Spinner's End (white hound)

Why does Spinners End matter?

Snape, Lupin and the trolley problem

a matter of perspective

Snape and wizarding privilege?

Snape as a guardian

Debunking Fanon:

“Rivalries”

James and Snape were rivals? Nah.

Snape was not upset over the lost of the order of merlin

Snape doesn't want revenge

Snape and textbooks

Obsession or Love?

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Lily and Sev

“Lily Potter’s Son”

Feminist reading of lily/James/snape

Snape and lily’s shared spirit

The extremely dysfunctional friendship of Snape and Lily

Dumbledore, Snape and the werewolf incident.

Snape was his own man

Snape and Lupin

Theories and headcanons:

Snape and the Order confrontation of the Dursley's

Snape and the prince nickname

Miscellaneous:

“Said Snape”

Snape as a “bad victim”

Snape, tropes, and classic English literature

On Rage and Kindness

Snape’s use of language

Severus Snape or the Importance of Body Language

Snape being female coded

Snape had to practice being a person

Snape and queer coding

Snape loving the “goodness in lily”

Snape was really traumatized by SWM

HERMIONE GRANGER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Reconciling Kindness and Callousness: A Discussion on Hermione and Emotions

A Discussion on Hermione and Leadership

Hermione was born a leader and diplomat

Hermione “character growth” with SPEW

Debunking Fanon:

Hermione IS soft

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins: A Closer Look into Hermione’s Modification of Her Parents’ Memories

Harry and Hermione understand each other

Harry is in awe of Hermione

Ron/Hermione

Theories and headcanons:

Hermione wouldn't like fiction

Miscellaneous:

Cool Hermione Things: Magic Under Pressure

Hermione and internalized misogyny

Hermione can be very ruthless

Book Hermione

On Grandness: A Hermione Granger Appreciation Post

HARRY JAMES POTTER META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Deconstructing Harry: The boy we meet in Philosopher’s Stone to the man in Deathly Hallows

The Resurrection Stone Scene: Culmination Of Harry’s Emotional Arc

The Dementors and Harry's Complex grief

Harry’s inherent tendency towards fairness

Harry, Hermione and the prince

'Be brave like my mother, Professor'

The Lightning-Struck Tower: “It is My Mercy, Not Yours That Matters Now”

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry And Personal Conflict: A Meta On Evolving Dynamic With Ron and Hermione

Harry identified with and reluctantly admired Snape even before ‘The Prince’s Tale’

Harry and Hermione in The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore

Harry and The Dursleys: Examining His Response to his Abusers

Harry-Hermione Friendship

On Harry and the adults in his life

The Mirthless Laugh: Sirius and Harry

Harry and Tom: Parents, Love and Death

A Cold Blooded Walk to Destruction: The Deaths of Harry and Dumbledore

Harry and the Dursleys: (Companion Piece to Deconstructing Harry)

Miscellaneous:

Harry's intuitive, empathy related approach to morality

Harry and intellectual curiosity

The Potters and class

Harry and masculinity

Harry’s quirks

RON WEASLEY META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

I Have Seen Your Heart: Exploring Ron's arc through the Mirror of Erised and the Locket

Ron isn't a strategist, he's the heart

Debunking Fanon:

Ron’s humor and emotional intelligence

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry and Ron’s friendship

Miscellaneous:

Ron and the Horcrux: An Alternate Reading

GOLDEN TRIO META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Gender Dynamics in the Trio, Part One: Gender and Subordination

Debunking Fanon:

Hermione and Ron don't blindly trust harry

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Harry and Hermione: Balancing Acts, Effort, and Compromise

GINNY WEASLEY META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

“Lucky you”

On the veil

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Does gender plays a role in Harry and Ginny’s respective interactions with Voldemort?

Ginny and dean

Ginny and Neville during DH

Did the Weasley’s know about Harry and Ginny?

Ginny, the diary, and her family’s reaction

Ginny and Luna's Relationship

Harry’s thoughts of Ginny in the Forest

Harry and Ginny's shared experience of going to their deaths

Harry and Ginny at Shell Cottage

Miscellaneous:

Ginny and writing failures

Ginny is a chad

WEASLEY META:

General analysis/meta/thoughts:

Weasley siblings reacting to the expectations put upon them

Percy Weasley and the Gryffindor narrative

Percy fell through a big crack

Debunking Fanon:

Percy actually wasn’t Molly’s favorite

Relationships/dynamics/parallels:

Weasley Family Dynamics as a quidditch team

Percy with F&G and Bill

Percy, Fred, and George

Ginny and Molly

The relationship between Percy & Arthur

Percy and Arthur were close without actually knowing each other's true selves

Miscellaneous:

The Weasleys Aren’t Evil, Or Anything, But They’re Not Saints Either

OTHER CHARACTERS META

Dumbledore:

Dumbledore as a Mentor

Dumbledore and Reflections of Himself

Albus Dumbledore is not only respected and feared, but also loved

Albus Dumbledore Has Done Great, Generous, Things for People (Though He Also Uses These People as Pawns Later)

The Blacks:

Walburga Black: the madwoman in the attic

General Thoughts on the Black Family

Bellatrix: Mental health and the feminist lens

The Black family and pureblood ideology

The Blacks are a family in decline

Regulus: unrepentant bigot

The Blacks family system is abusive

The Malfoys:

Draco & Blaise: frenemies, not friends

“This is Crabbe and this is Goyle”: friends on last name basis?

“all draco wanted was to be loved” debunked

“Said Malfoy”

Draco and Lucius are the magical equivalent of Dudley and Vernon?

Tom Riddle:

The Abandoned Boy And His Problematic Fathers: Snape with Voldemort & Dumbledore

Neville:

Trevor and Neville’s Boggart

Neville’s Boggart

The Dursleys:

Petunia: “it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”

Pansy:

Pansy, the girly mean girl

WORLD BUILDING

Wizarding World Magic:

HP magic system

What the Patronus charm represents

The Importance of Soul in HP verse

Wizarding World Politics:

Wizarding UK and democracy

Wizarding World Culture:

Chamber of Secrets- an insight into intersecting identities.

Why the Wizarding World Didn’t Oppose Voldemort

House Elves Are Slaves

The Wizarding World and Its Profound Ignorance of Muggles

A History of Magic Brought to You By The Carnivorous Muffin

The Wizarding World Lacks a Key Understanding of Magic

Hogwarts:

Hogwarts School Uniform

Hogwarts Houses by Muffin

How Old is the Bias Against Slytherin?

No, Really, the Hogwarts Houses Are Awful

Misc.

The Order of the Phoenix is a Useless Joke

Wandlore: Remus, Slughorn, and Lily

MISC. META

Harry Potter as a colonial fantasy

Death as one of HP’s themes

The “not like other girls” syndrome in the Harry Potter books.

HP series being ‘ethically mean spirited’

Marauders era and the 70s aesthetic?

JKR and chirstianity

Harry potter series and how american readers can understand classism a little better

Slytherin and Eton: A Primer on the British School System.

JKR’s absolutist way of seeing the world: gryffindor and slytherin

Hogwarts teachers and our modern muggle lens

Questioning the marauders map and the narrative surrounding it

Interesting debates/conversations/thought experiments/ideas:

If Harry had told Ron and Hermione about Snape's Worst Memory?

Bellatrix and feminism?

Snape and Stalking?

Best DADA teacher?

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withtheoldstars · 20 days

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Hii I was a question soo I was scrolling down ur Tumblr and I Saw posts about a fic called back to black or sm but i cant find It on ao3 .

Did u maybe delete It or am I just dumb?

hello little anon <3

yes, the fic is not up on ao3 anymore!! i guess i was too excited and thought i could handle 3 wip at the same time (i cannot lmao)

but since you didn't get a chance to read here is a little piece of 'Traitor' a jegulus/wolfstar fic:

“My family,” he started, his voice sure and steady. “How good it is to see everyone together, despite the circumstances.” Testing his influence, he rose again, and everyone followed suit. Regulus felt a peculiar sensation as if the air had momentarily left his chest. It resembled a cult, the way his family moved and existed based on obedience, as if nothing else mattered in the world beyond their family, beyond the House of Black. It was almost like being a royal, and indeed, the truth was that it was. Toujours Pur.

Lowering his hand, he observed his family as they took their seats again, his mother being the exception. Walburga lifted her chin and then slowly bowed, waiting. Only after Regulus sat down did his mother follow suit, respecting the hierarchy that now placed Regulus above her.

“Sir,” Kreacher appeared before the large double doors, bowing slightly. “Another guest has arrived.” The butler seemed uneasy. “We are all here” his mother stated, frowning.

Regulus already knew. He had been feeling it all day. He didn’t need to hear the name being announced because he already knew. “Mr. Sirius Orion Black has arrived.”

Druella choked on her wine, her hand covering her mouth. Narcissa almost dropped her glass to the floor, and Bellatrix appeared ready to pounce on someone’s neck. The husbands wore expressions of disbelief at the unexpected sight before them. His mother continued to gaze ahead at Regulus, her face frozen, in stark contrast to the rest of the family, who stared at the door in shock. Even though Regulus had anticipated it, he couldn’t quite believe his sight.

Reluctantly, Regulus shifted his eyes toward the door, not wanting to acknowledge, not wanting to recognize. Yet, there he was. Sirius.

He hadn’t seen his older brother in six years, but it was as if time had stood still as Sirius confidently entered the dining room of the family he had betrayed and fled. Regulus could vividly hear his father breaking a wine glass against the wall and overturning his study table, accompanied by angry screams as Sirius’s voice echoed from the television, giving an interview about how the Black family were the worst people in England. The memories overwhelmed him as if he were reliving that moment with the glass flying and cutting into his hand. In a long black coat, wavy hair falling over his face, and grey eyes holding a hint of humour, Sirius continued to walk into the dining room.

Right behind him was a tall man whom Regulus recognized as the doorman of the Peverell Hotel. Sirius stopped, as the man positioned himself right behind him, and leaned against the tall man’s chest with a smile on his face and a challenge in his eyes. Sirius walked around as if he owned the place—the true heir, the firstborn, Sirius Black III.

He had come to reclaim his place, to steal Regulus’ position as heir. For, better than a spare, was a true heir taking his rightful place. Right back where he never should have left. Right back to Black.

#letter #fic: traitor #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #remus lupin #sirius black #jegulus #jegulus fic #regulus black #james potter

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Getting washed away in you.

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Word count: 7.8k (oops!)

Summary: Y/N is a loyal maid. Remus is a writer in the making. Both of them embark on what would become a fate sealing trip.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of drinking, implied suggestive content, emotional abuse, manipulation, Sirius being the best wingman out there, Remus being the definition of a gentleman, love confessions, Titanic AU

Masterlist

10th of April 1912

She knew it before her worn out shoes stepped onto the deck. She felt it in the electrifying air, in the sparkling, brand new decks, in the humming of the waves. The salty air hit her in soft winds. It was the very first time she was boarding a ship.

RMS Titanic.

They called it the ship of dreams, the ship of possibilities. It was bound for New York City, a brave destination to those who dared.

She was just a mere servant, though. Her hands were scarred by now, always scrubbing the floors or helping in the kitchen. Rough skin, but a soft heart. Y/N looked all around, taking in the sights. There were some seagulls soaring in the air and spying down at the people boarding the ship and saying goodbye with tears in their eyes.

''Do you reckon mother would be satisfied on the trip?'' a young boy's voice asked.

''When is she ever?'' another voice, this one much deeper responded.

Sirius and Regulus Black.

Ever since she can remember, Y/N worked for the noble house of Black. Her mother was a servant, and then she became one, learning how to clean the potatoes naked, for how long to boil the beef, how to iron a shirt, how to always be careful around the house, to never upset the mistress. The only help they ever got was from Kreacher, a poor house elf, who had a much crueler fate than Y/N and her mother ever had.

She learned how to keep quiet, eyes cast down and head lowered. ''Know your limits, girl!'' mrs. Black said to her the first and the only time Y/N looked her in the eyes and defied her. Since then, she knew her place.

Y/N looked towards the brothers, wind ruffling their ebony hair. She remembered the early days when they used to play in the garden, before she was dragged to the kitchen and given an apron. She was six at the time.

Regulus rolled his eyes, before he settled them on her. ''I'm sure the salty air will get to her head. Maybe she'll calm down. Everybody loves a trip away from home.''

Y/N smiled softly. ''I've never been away from home.''

Sirius grinned, before taking her arm, and took a few steps forward, as if they were going for a walk. ''Behold! The whole world at your feet, miss! The destination? The stars!''

She laughed, while shaking her head. ''Ever the dramatic, Sirius! I think you should become an actor.''

His eyes shined and he opened his mouth to say something, but a booming, strident voice that resembled the shards of a broken glass, interrupted him. ''Come along, Y/N! Stop fooling around!''

Her smile fell off her face and she took a step back, letting her hand fall limply at her side. She turned her whole body towards the voice, shivers coming up her spine. The ice-cold gaze of Walburga Black pierced her through and Y/N gulped. ''Take this luggage and bring them to my suite. I don't want to hear any complaining!''

''Yes, ma'am!''

''Now!''

''Yes, ma'am!''

She tried to ignore the pity gazes of Regulus and Sirius. She tried to ignore the churning she felt in her stomach. She tried to ignore the tears threating to spill over. She almost tripped twice, her arms aching from carrying the luggage. Her heart stopped in wonder, though, when she entered the ship.

She never saw this much grandeur in her entire life. Not even the finest silverware of Walburga could compete with this ship's interior, with big, sturdy stairs greeting her, with a clock proudly looking over the whole room, light coming through the glass ceiling. Awestruck, she remained rooted to the spot, already forgetting about the luggage. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of it all.

A stark whisper broke through. ''Know your place, girl!''

And she was pushed forward.

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Her room was modest. It was a small room but she found no reason to complain. The sheets were clean, she had a bathroom and a bed. It was more than enough. She took a seat on the soft mattress, looking all around her. There was only one small window, letting the light stream in. Her shoes tapped against the floor as she walked to it.

The ocean was sparkling, scales of light playing on the surface of it. The deep blue of it almost drew her in. The waves lapped at the sides of the ship, splashing drops of foams onto the window.

If she closed her eyes and took a breath in, she could almost taste the salty smell of them.

Growing up, the only thing she ever saw was the back garden of the Blacks and the kitchen of the house. She never experienced the rocking of a ship or its almost alive, screeching metal walls. She never experienced the kisses of the ocean.

Y/N let those thoughts wash over her before she brought herself back to reality. She was expected in mrs. Black's suite in five minutes. A large soiree was to be held tonight in the restaurant, and Her Grace had to look the most dashing, if not the most expensive.

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Y/N's hands worked through the material, tying the strings of the corset, the smooth silk kissing her fingertips.

''Tighter, girl!'' the voice of Walburga commanded her.

''Yes, ma'am.''

''I have to look the best tonight. There will be important people at the soiree, plenty of opportunities. I'm the head of the family, after all. Wouldn't you say so, dear?''

Her voice got sickly sweet at the end and Y/N almost froze. ''Yes, ma'am.'' she replied, before she tightened the corset to its limit, the material hugging the waist of mrs. Black, hiding her tummy and curves.

'''Much better.'' said Walburga, looking at her through the mirror. ''This is why I keep you around. My faithful maid.''

Y/N cast her eyes downwards. ''Thank you, ma'am.''

Suddenly, Walburga's gaze hardened. ''I expect you to be close to us at the soiree.''

She didn't back down. She knew her place. ''Yes, ma'am.''

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The restaurant was as grand as she imagined it to be. Glass doors. Lavish carpets. Carved into the wood chairs. Chandeliers. Her steps were silent, as she walked onto the oh-so-ever soft carpet. Her long skirt hid her ankles and she felt the urge to take off her shoes just to feel the fibers of the carpet tickle her feet.

''Stop gawking around, girl! You'll make us the laughing stock!'' hissed Walburga Black through her teeth, before plastering a smile at an exquisite, middle aged man coming up to introduce himself.

Sirius, who witnessed the exchange, lightly touched her elbow, and steered her away from his mother. ''Do not take it to heart, Y/N. Don't let her words get to you. She doesn't know you like I and Regulus do. And she's too ignorant to ever try to get to know you.''

She gulped, but smiled anyway. ''Thank you, Sirius. That's very-''

''And the young lady?''

A manly voice interrupted her, freezing her in the spot. Walburga's nervous and false laughter travelled all the way to her ears, imprinting itself in her mind, much like a broken record would forever be stuck on repeat. ''Who?''

The gentleman who was still speaking to Walburga repeated his question, firmly this time while eyeing Y/N. The young girl gulped, feeling drops of sweat rolling down her back.

Mrs. Black turned toward where Y/N and Sirius were at, and with a fire burning in her eyes, she replied, venom rolling down her tongue. ''Oh, her? She's just a maid.''

The gentleman's gaze turned cold and he turned his back to her, without sparing another glance in her direction.

Y/N felt her lungs closing in and she took a step back, her eyes flitting around. ''Excuse me.'' she hastily whispered before taking off. Sirius' voice drifted through the crowd, calling her name. She payed no mind to it. She couldn't hear anything except a ringing in her ears, reverberating in the walls of her being. She pushed through, taking turns around the corridors, almost tripping several times before the open sky and the salty air greeted her. Stars were twinkling softly in the inky and sticky-looking sky. The cold air filled her lungs, calming her down.

Tentatively she stepped towards the banister, letting her hands rest on the cold metal. Her eyes caught sight of the waves hitting the side of the ship, swallowing it whole. The ocean was of the most dark blue, resembling tar and drawing her in. She leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse into the abyss. The waves splashed her face with salty and cold droplets, wind playing with her hair.

''You can't see the bottom.''

Gasping, she turned around, coming face to face with a young man dressed in shabby clothes. He seemed to have outgrown them for quite a long time because the coat's sleeves were barely reaching his wrist. He was wearing his hands in his pockets, slightly hunched over because of the cold. His sandy hair shined in the moonlight and his honeyed eyes stared back at her, sporting a kind twinkle. ''It's deep. Way deeper than it may seem at first.'' he added, his voice soft.

For a moment, she was at a loss of words, hands gripping the banisters until her knuckles turned white, and eyes wide. Then, her voice found the courage to speak up. ''How deep?''

He shrugged. ''Probably eight thousand meters? Deep enough to drown if you don't know how to swim.'' He regarded her with a curious look, kindness still present in his eyes. ''Do you know how to swim, miss?''

Her voice trembled. ''No.''

''Then, if you were to fall over, I would have had to jump in.''

''Jump in?''

He started to smile. ''If you fall, I fall.''

Y/N gulped, not taking her gaze off of him. His smile was enticing. ''I'm not falling whatsoever.''

Still keeping his distance, the young man replied. ''Then, be careful.''

She nodded her head, ready to reply but Sirius' voice echoed in the night. ''There you are, Y/N! I've been looking everywhere for you and-'' Sirius stopped short, catching sight of the young man. Eyebrows scrunching, he looked towards Y/N. ''Is this young man troubling you?''

Hastily, she replied, while shaking her head, still gripping the banister. ''No, no. He- um, he saved me.''

''I did nothing, miss. Nothing a noble man wouldn't do.''

Sirius, eyes lit up and eyebrows raised up, turned towards the blond man. ''Oh, did he?''

Nodding her head, Y/N replied. ''He stopped me from leaning too far.''

''Is that so? What's your name, sir?''

Still looking at Y/N, the shabby looking man replied. ''Remus. Remus Lupin.''

Clapping his hands, Sirius voiced. ''Well, that settles it! You are to be invited tomorrow evening for dinner, eight sharp. We'll meet in front of the clock. I expect punctuality.'' Turning towards Y/N, he stuck his arm out. ''Come, Y/N, the night's still young.''

Finally, breaking away from the banister, she wrapped her hand around Sirius' arm, maintaining eye contact with Remus. His eyes twinkled like stars in the sky. He bowed respectfully. ''Have a good evening, miss.''

Her face burned, and she broke eye contact. Leaning towards her, Sirius whispered. ''He seems like a well-mannered man.''

She shyly shrugged, lost in thoughts. As struck by lightening, she turned towards him. ''You invited him to dinner! What about your mother? And what about me?! I can't take dinner with you, it's just not proper!''

''Do not worry about it. I have a card up my sleeve.'' said Sirius, gently tapping her hand.

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11th of April 1912

Y/N regarded herself in the mirror, turning around and trying to smooth the wrinkles of her one evening dress. It was quite simple (she didn't have the money for a fancier one). The dress was the colour of dry olives, her sleeves coming to an end in a lacy manner. The white of the lace started to yellow, time having had its saying.

A knock on her door pulled her from her reverie. ''Y/N? It's me.'' Sirius' voice travelled through the door.

''Come in!'' she replied, her voice strained with emotion.

Sirius' lacquered shoes tapped against the cheap floor, a dress draped over his arm. He stopped short when he saw her fidgeting in front of the mirror. His eyes met hers through the reflection. ''Good evening.'' he said, slightly worried.

''I have nothing to wear.'' she announced.

His lips were pulled into a grin and he raised his arm, showing the dress. ''I think you do.''

Shock painted her features and she turned around. ''That's your mother's dress, Sirius!''

He nodded, as if that was the most obvious truth in the world. ''Indeed!''

''I can't wear it!''

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. ''Of course you can!''

Y/N shook her head, colour leaving her cheeks, eyes blown wide. ''I cannot! It's just- I can't, Sirius!''

''And why is that?'' he replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

''Because, because- I'll get in real trouble! I could get fired for that! You know how your mother can get! She'll throw me off the property, with no penny to my name and just the clothes on me. I'm not even payed enough to put aside some money!''

''Calm down! She won't find out.''

Pointing a finger to him, she replied. ''How can you be so sure? You won't be the one kicked out!''

Sirius gasped, putting his free hand to his chest and feigning hurt. ''I'm wounded! You can be so harsh sometimes, my dear.''

She scoffed, turning away from him. ''Stop that!'' Her voice got low to a whisper, but Sirius heard it nonetheless. ''I'm just afraid.''

His eyes turned sad, shoulders slumped. He pressed his lips together, before taking a few steps towards her. ''I'll make sure she won't find out, alright? I got you, you're my bestfriend, Y/N. She won't find out. He let his hand fall against her shoulder. ''I promise.''

Her glossy eyes met his in the mirror, lips pulled into a soft smile. ''Thank you'' she mouthed.

He just nodded, letting the silence say the words he wasn't. After a beat of tranquility, he grinned. ''Come! Let's get you ready! Time's ticking!''

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Y/N wasn't used to walking in heels, especially ones which weren't hers. Her ankles trembled in them and she tried not to step on her dress train. The dress was heavy, she felt it as if it was lead. She wasn't used to feeling the cold touches of jewels pinned and sewed in the corset, she wasn't used to the dangling of the gold earrings, nor to the soft silk gloves hugging her hands. And she wasn't used to the lingering stares she got from the first class passengers. She was never one to be seen.

''Calm down.'' whispered Sirius from besides her.

''Why is everyone staring at me?'' she whispered back.

''Because you're beautiful.''

''No, no, they know I'm an outsider. They know I'm from the third class, that I'm just a maid-''

Sighing, Sirius stopped and looked her in the eyes. ''This is your night. Enjoy it, let them stare. Have fun, just forget for awhile.''

With fear clouding her eyes, Y/N stared up at him. ''And what about your mother? And Regulus?''

A smirk bloomed on Sirius' lips. ''Mum's busy. She's having dinner with that bloke from yesterday evening. And Regulus is with them, keeping them distracted and occupied.''

''Does Regulus know about all this?''

''He sure does. Actually, he was the one who lent mister Lupin a suit fit for a fancy dinner.''

Her face lit up. ''Did he?!'' she gasped.

''Indeed. So, let loose for a night, Y/N. Where's the harm in that?'' replied her bestfriend.

Casting her gaze downwards, she shyly shrugged. ''I don't know how.''

''I think he could show you how.''

Lifting her head, Y/N was met with the sight of Remus dressed in a lavish suit. She recognized it immediately. It was the one she always had to be careful how to iron, as its material was a pretentious and tricky one. It ran smoothly down his body, hugging his figure. His chest was puffed out and his legs seemed longer now. The clothes were fitting him. His blonde hair was gelled back.

And he was looking at her. He was looking at her much like he did that night, but this time there was a twinkle of awe in them. His eyes were drinking her in, watching her while she took tentative and careful steps down the stairs, one hand on the dress to lightly lift it.

He was looking at her and she suddenly was one to be seen.

Her steps halted right in front of him, Sirius right behind her. She took off her glove and offered her hand. Remus gently lifted it up to his lips, brushing them over it slightly and lingering just a moment longer. ''Good evening, miss.''

Her voice got stuck in her throat but she managed to smile and curtsy. ''You look lovely.'' he whispered only for her to hear.

''Thank you.'' she replied just as softly, eyes meeting. ''You do, as well.''

He smiled then. A smile that could shine all the way to the bottom of the ocean.

''If the pleasantries are over, I'd say we should take a seat at a table?'' voiced Sirius, a smirk present in his tone.

''Of course, sir.'' replied Remus.

''Please, call me Sirius. We are to be friends, after all.''

Remus smiled at him, a friendship slowly blossoming between them.

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The turkey was soft and the mashed potatoes melted on her tongue, aromas exploding in her mouth and enveloping her in a warm embrace.

''So, tell me, Remus, what do you do for a living?'' asked Sirius, knife cutting through the meat.

''I'm a writer.'' he replied, eyes watching Y/N, before he turned his gaze to the brunet.

''Anything I know?''

Remus laughed lightly, casting his eyes onto his now empty plate. ''I'm afraid not. Not yet, at least. I'm still trying to get myself published editorially, but no luck so far. I did manage to publish a few short stories in the newspaper, though."

Sirius paused, fork stuck in the air. He turned towards his bestfriend, who was already regarding Remus with curious look. ''Well, it's great that you know what to do with your life.'' he smiled, before looking deep into his champagne glass. ''Some of us don't'' he added to himself.

''What inspires you, Remus?'' inquired Y/N shyly, trying to meet his eyes.

He shrugged, waving his hand around. ''Ah, a bit of everything.'' He, then, met her gaze deeply. ''Beauty, most especially.''

Y/N felt her face burn up, once again, but she refused to break eye contact. She rarely dared to look someone in the eyes, unless they were Sirius or Regulus. Walburga taught her that people like her shouldn't even dare to even gaze at someone of a much higher rank (''Know your place, girl!''), but Remus seemed to look past the maid uniform he saw her in that evening, he seemed to look past her rough, hard-worked hands, past her awkward posture and past her slightly out-of-place manners. He seemed to see her just the way she was.

And she liked that.

''What do you write?'' she smiled.

''Prose, but I'm yet to try my hand at poetry. Maybe I'll find the inspiration these days.''

It was subtle, but the allusion was there, directed at her, through the clash of silverware against porcelain plates, through the far away violins, through the chatter, past the laughter and gossip, past the candles and all the way to her heart.

She tried to hide her grin, but she couldn't. ''Will you, please, read me some once you do?''

''I'll be sure to.'' he nodded.

Sirius cleared his throat. Both of them turned towards him, the spell broken. ''How about a toast?'' he said, while raising his glass of champagne.

The gold bracelet on her wrist clicked against her own glass when she raised it.

''To new frienships and to lively nights!'' announced Sirius.

''To new friendships and to lively nights!''

Y/N hesitated before she brought the glass to her lips. The champagne tickled her mouth and throat before it burst into bubbles onto her tongue. The taste was sweet, like nothing she ever tried before. The only beverages she ever drank back at home were water, herbal tea made from flowers picked from the Black garden and ale on special occasions, and even those weren't often. She basked in the playful taste and the coldness of the champagne. She had a feeling she wouldn't experience it again.

Sirius choked on his drink when his eyes caught sight of a very furious Walburga. Her face was all red and her stride was rapid fire. A few strands of jet black hair were fallen from the updo. A panicked Regulus tried to stop her, waving his arms around and talking hastily. ''She's coming.'' he managed to croak out before a cough made its way through his lips.

''Who is?'' asked Remus, eyebrows scrunched together and eyes flitting between both of them.

''Mrs. Black.'' whispered Y/N.

''Who?''

''Go! Both of you! I'll hold her off!'' exclaimed Sirius.

Y/N didn't hesitate this time, she stood up and took Remus' hand before taking off. Her heels got stuck in the dress train and she almost fell over if it weren't for Remus' warm arms wrapping around her waist. ''You fall, I fall, remember?'' he said softly into her hair.

A burning red made its way onto her cheeks. She shook it off and took his hand, once again, but not before taking her heels off. Laughing, she dragged him forward, running between the tables, past the waiters and out of the restaurant. She could hear his breathless laugh, as well. It reached her ears in musical notes and high octaves.

They took rights and lefts, they ran down the steps all the way to the third class hallways. Soon they came to a stop, chests gasping for air, eyes shining and grins present on their lips. ''Well, that was fun!'' he laughed.

''I've never run from that woman before.'' she replied, almost awestruck. ''It felt good.'' she added vividly.

''Who is she?'' asked Remus, still holding her hand. His thumb began drawing circles on the back of it.

''Oh, she's- I mean- I'm her maid.'' she finally concluded.

Y/N didn't know what she was expecting from him to hear (probably a disappointed reply or gaze, like it always happened when someone found out she was a mere servant), but all she received was another laugh and a shake of the head. Confused, she asked. ''What? What is it?''

''Her? Seriously? You're her maid?''

Taken aback, she blinked. ''Yes, I-''

''Honestly, she seems to have no control whatsoever over her life.'' he replied, suddenly serious. ''Which is a pity. People like her tend to make a living hell the life of others. Just don't take anything she says or does to heart. She doesn't know what she's doing.''

She stared up at him, a sense of tranquility and stability washing over her. ''Thank you.''

The corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile. ''Of course. Now, do you want to see a real party?''

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The music was loud. Loud enough to crumble down the walls of the ship. The violins sang of long ago loves and future, promising ones. People clapping and dancing in circles and pairs.

"May I have this dance, miss?" yelled Remus over the chaos, sticking his hand out and bowing.

Y/N giggled before she curtsied. "You most certainly may, kind sir."

She had ditched the heels long ago, letting her feet cool down and relax. She felt every plank of wood whine under the weight of her dancing feet. Twirling around, her dress flashed under the dim lights and her hair fell from the meticulously put together bun. Remus took ahold of her hand and brought her closer, before he let his free hand rest against her back. ''Is this alright?'' he murmured, his breath close enough to flutter her eyelashes. She just nodded.

It wasn't long before they were sliding down the dancing floor and twirling, in rhythm to the trembling chords of violins. People were cheering and Y/N was finally remembering how nice it was to just let go for awhile, to let the world do its thing, to embrace the pulsing moment. Carpe diem.

The music stopped and she almost stumbled, Remus' nose touching hers. They were both breathing heavily, strings of sweat rolling down their foreheads. ''Can I walk you to your dorm?'' he asked in a mere whisper.

''Yes.''

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The walk down the corridors and past the millions of rooms was silent. The exhaustion was finally catching up to her, and he was holding her hand, humming under his breath the tune from earlier. The room 101 finally came into view and their feet halted in front of it.

At first, Y/N didn't dare to look him the eyes, afraid to catch her reflection into them, but Remus' thumbs raised her chin and met her gaze. ''Did you have fun tonight?'' he asked softly, a tender look present in his eyes.

She shyly smiled. ''I did.''

The corner of his lips curled slightly. ''So did I.'' He let his hand fall at his side and he tilted his head. ''I'll write a poem tonight.''

Y/N felt the air leave her. She had to blink and to swallow away some of her nerves just to speak up. ''About what?''

''About beauty.''

And then he leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. His lips were gentle and soft, they reminded Y/N of those satin sheets in Walburga's bedroom, back at home. ''Goodnight, Y/N'' he murmured against her.

''Goodnight, Remus.'' she managed to whisper.

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12th of April 1912

Walburga Black was absolutely fuming. She was clenching her cup of tea in her hands, a scowl present on her lips. Her face was white as a sheet, dark circles clouding her eyes.

Regulus cleared his throat, putting down his own cup of tea. ''Did you sleep well, mother?''

She turned her head towards him, almost getting a whiplash. ''You shut it! You knew what they were up to!''

''What were they up to, mummy?'' he replied innocently, doe eyes staring at her.

A fire ignited insider her gaze and she almost slammed down the cup when Y/N entered the room, a soft smile on her lips and a far away look in her eyes, a kettle in her hands. She was wearing her maid uniform, the apron already stained yellow. Walburga pinned her down with her venomous gaze, eyebrows pinched together. ''Should I bring more sugar, ma'am?'' Y/N inquired.

''No.'' replied Walburga sweetly. ''Why won't you take the morning tea with us, dear?''

Y/N froze, the kettle stuck in midair. ''Oh, I couldn't-''

''Sit.'' commanded Walburga, watching every move.

Y/N swallowed thickly, turning to look at Regulus, who was staring into his cup, avoiding eye contact with her. A shiver went up her spine and she almost turned around, leaving everyone in the dust, but she slowly sat down, the soft pillow of the chair almost swallowing her whole. ''There you go.'' said Walburga, smiling enticingly. ''Why won't you pour yourself some tea?''

Y/N started shaking her head, but Walburga's gaze turned cold. With trembling hands, she let the tea fall swiftly into a cup. She didn't bring the cup to her lips, letting the liquid simmer and the steam rise up into the air.

''Drink. It's not poisoned, dear.''

The young girl tried to meet Regulus' gaze, but he was looking everywhere but at the exchange.

''I said drink.'' scowled Walburga.

Y/N brought the cup to her lips, wincing when the hot tea burned her tongue.

''You're one of us now.'' added Walburga coldly.

Y/N almost choked. She brought a hand to her mouth, coughing. ''I'm sorry?''

Walburga laughed bitterly. ''You sure behave like us. Wearing my clothes and jewelry? Eating like the rich? Can you imagine? A mere maid sitting at a table with my son, wearing my clothes? Eating on my money?''

All the colour left Y/N's cheeks. She fumbled with the cup, lowering it on the table. She couldn't move, she couldn't hear anything but Walburga's strident voice.

''Your mother was nothing but a servant, a slave. She didn't disobey me and nor should you and-''

At the mention of her mother, Y/N saw red before her eyes. ''Excuse me?!''

''Excuse you?! I'm most certainly not excusing you and if you think-''

''How dare you?'' Y/N hissed.

Walburga's eyebrows raised above her hairline. ''I beg your pardon?''

Y/N raised to her feet slowly, meeting Walburga's intimidating gaze. ''How dare you treat me this way? I've been the most loyal, the most patient! I've cleaned your sheets, cooked you and dressed you and you've been treating me like some- like some disease! I've never even looked you in the eyes, afraid you'd dust me away and burn me alive, as if I'm nothing more than leaves in the wind! Shame on you. Shame on you because you didn't know how to respect someone who respected you!''

Walburga's nostrils flared and her face got all red. ''You ungrateful child! I raised you like my own!''

Y/N scoffed. ''You raised me?! You didn't do anything but left me to pick myself every time. You're nothing but a pathetic excuse of a woman.''

''That's it, you're fired!''

Y/N raised her chin proudly and straightened her back. ''No.''

''No?''

''No. Because I quit.'' She undid the bow at the back o her apron, crumpling it up and throwing it in Walburga's lap. ''Have a good day, ma'am.''

Walburga gasped, shockingly turning to her younger son and finding him smiling at Y/N, a twinkle in his eyes. ''I'm sorry, Regulus.'' she heard Y/N say softly before her footsteps announced her retreatment.

The room remained quiet long after she was gone.

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Remus knocked on her door twice before she opened it, smiling. He was holding a basket full of fruits, sandwiches and a bottle of white wine. A notebook was sticking outside of his pants' pocket. Eyes shining and giggling, Y/N closed the door behind her and stepped out into the hallway. ''What are you doing here?''

''I heard you ditched the hag. It calls for a celebration, love.''

She laughed, lightly punching him in the chest. ''You cheeky-''

Remus leaned down to whisper in her ear. ''Sirius helped me with the food. Let's not waste it.''

She looked up at him and nodded. ''I know a spot.''

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The stars were twinkling much like they did that first night, but this time they seemed to whisper sweet nothings and promising futures. Y/N was lying down her back, across the deck, staring up at the sky, her maroon skirt ruffled slightly by the breeze. The food was long forgotten, the bottle of wine long drank empty.

She was staring up at a sky and he was staring at her.

''I wrote you a poem.'' he announced quietly, afraid to break the serenity.

Her breath got stuck in the throat and she slowly turned her head towards him. He was looking at her like she was the only star in the never ending sky. Like she was the moon in the night and the sun in the morning. ''I wrote you a poem.'' he repeated, worried she didn't hear him the first time.

''Read it to me?'' she murmured, noses touching.

Remus opened his mouth, starting to recite it by heart, his voice filling the silence between them.

''You're a sculpture in the palm of my hand

Marble lips and bronze fingertips

You're the finest art to ever lay eyes on,

And you would bring artists on their knees.

You're the first sunrise and the last sunset

A portrait of violet and golden sunshine.

Let me be the brush to paint you with,

Let me be the one to bring you alive and colour you in.

I'm getting washed away in you,

I can only hope you are too.''

She sighed blissfully, finding the air she needed. She got closer, lips barely brushing before her hands found his shirt's collar. For a moment, everything was stilled. The waves didn't hit the ship's sides anymore, there weren't any more violin sounds coming from inside, there wasn't any wind to nick at their skin. Just them.

Remus found her waist and brought her closer, lips finding lips, eyelashes fluttering against cheeks, hearts beating. ''Thank you.'' she whispered against him, once the kiss was sealed.

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13th of April 1912

''I don't know how to write.'' Y/N confessed in the open air the next morning, the sunrays bathing her in golden hues. ''Can you teach me how?'' she asked Remus who was taking a stroll next to her, down the deck.

He turned to look at her, his sandy hair imitating gold in the sunshine. He had one hand in the pocket, one was holding hers. ''Do you trust me to?''

She nodded sure of herself. ''How can I not?''

His lips curled in a smile and he looked away from her towards the horizon. ''Alright then. I will.''

''I'll be waiting for you this evening.''

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He came knocking at her door, shirt ironed, a pen and a notebook in his hands. His hair, as always, was rebelling, strands of hair sticking out in different directions. Y/N showed him to the bed, as her room had no table. He shyly sat down, the bed whining under his weight. She took a seat next to him, legs touching, hair down.

Without a word, he gently took ahold of her hand, putting the pen between her fingers. He cupped her hand and lowered it slowly onto the paper. She was trembling under his touch, heart racing. She could feel the heat of his body radiate off of him and enveloping her. ''So, this is the letter A.'' he murmured in her hair.

With his help, she wrote curving lines. The ink blossomed and stained the paper. ''Let's try again.'' he said.

Her hand was no longer trembling, sure lines being born from the tip of the pen. Eventually, Remus lifted his hand, letting hers to slide the pen across the paper. ''There you go. Good job.''

She laughed incredulously, turning her head towards him, hair swishing. ''I did it! Did you see?''

He laughed, eyes lighting up. ''I did!''

Her laughter slowly died down, gaze slipping to his lips. ''Stay the night, please.''

''Alright.'' he answered, short of breath.

Lips met.

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14th of April 1912

11:40 p.m.

The iceberg came without a warning. Y/N felt the crash in her sleep, waking her up. Pulse picking up, she stood up, turning to wake Remus up from besides her. Gently shaking him, he fluttered his eyes open. ''Hello, love.'' he groggily said.

''Did you feel that?'' she replied, her voice raising.

He furrowed, confusion lacing his features. Soon enough, yelling was heard out in the hallway, water coming in from under the door, flooding the room. A young worker drenched in sweat burst into the room, two white life jackets in his hands. ''The ship hit an iceberg. Do not panic! Wear those jackets and come onto the deck, there are life boats.''

As fast as he came, he left, leaving both of them shocked, wrapped in sheets and pale. Remus was the first to break free of the shock, getting up and taking her hands. ''Come, Y/N, let's get you in this jacket.''

''Will we die, Remus?'' her voice trembled.

His fingers halted. He looked down at her, hair sticking to his forehead. ''Of course not, love. I'll make sure we don't.'' He tied the strings of the jacket before putting his hands on the sides of her face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. ''It'll be fine.''

''You should wear a jacket too.'' Y/N said, slowly choking up. She leaned down to pick up the drenched jacket, trying to ignore the cold water eating away at her skin. She put it on him, tying the strings much like he did for her.

''Let's go find a boat.'' he said, taking her hand.

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The ocean flooding the hallways drenched her dress and her worn out shoes, the only ones she had. She couldn't feel her toes and she ached for a warm bed. With Remus' hand in hers she powered through, trying to get past the panicking crowd and onto the deck. At some point, she was pushed downwards by a man with a bleeding nose and no life jacket, but Remus' arms saved her from falling. ''If you fall, I fall.'' he said, just for her to hear.

Soon enough, they managed to reach the deck, crowded with people running and crying. Looking over the crowd and pushing through, Remus tried to arrive at the boats, but a voice calling out to them stopped him.

''Y/N! Remus!''

Y/N gasped, turning around, tears threating to spill over. Her bestfriend was running towards them, ebony hair fluttering, clothes sticking to skin. He stopped in front of them, puffing. ''What- What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a boat, Sirius? And what about Regulus? Where is he?''

Taking a breath, Sirius replied. ''He's in a boat with mother.''

''And why aren't you?'' furrowed Y/N, worry swirling in her gaze.

Sirius rolled his eyes. ''Because I preferred to look for you. You're foolish if you think I would let you go down with this bloody ship! You're my bestfriend, Y/N. You should know better than that.''

Almost bursting into tears, she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close. ''You're insane.''

''I know. Mum's told me several times.''

She laughed through her tears. Sirius met Remus' eyes over her shoulder, a respect being shown through their gazes. ''This is why I give you my spot in a boat.''

Y/N's heart stopped for a second. ''What? No!'' She broke free from the hug.

''Yes, Y/N. I have to know you safe. Both of us do.''

''Absolutely not. I'm not leaving you, nor Remus on this boat alone. I refuse to!''

The warm touch of a gentle hand on her shoulder calmed her down. ''Listen to him, love. It's better this way.''

Tears started to slid down her cheeks. ''But you promised. You said you would keep us safe.''

He nodded, thumbs drying her tears. ''I am.''

She shook her head, hair flying around. ''No, no, you're not. I can't leave you behind.''

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He could see her clearer now, eyes drowned in tears. "You're not. We'll see each other on the other side."

Her lower lip trembled and she took a step back. She could see how Remus' heart was breaking at the action, his own eyes turning sad.

"I'll look after him, Y/N." promised Sirius, an unconvincing look in his eyes.

Her gaze moved between both of them, before it settled on him. Remus was a light. This was something she grew to know these past few days. He brought light where she saw darkness, he illuminated her ways. But now, he seemed down, his shoulders slumped, crushed under the reality.

She couldn't seem to see the light in his eyes.

"I'm not going." she finally concluded.

"You are." stated firmly Remus, taking her hand. "You are."

"No, I'm not." she furrowed stubbornly.

"We'll found each other afterwards." Tears gathered in his eyes. "Please, love. I'll be fine, you'll see."

Something broke in her, but she didn't let her tears flow anymore. She just nodded her head, letting him carry her to the boats, letting him help her lower herself in one, meeting his gaze for the last time.

People cried all around her, a little girl saying goodbye to his father, wives kissing goodbye husbands, violins sorrowfully playing in the background, the ship whining. Her eyes took in the reality of the moment and her soul crushed.

They started lowering the boat. He was still up there, hands in pockets as always, hair ruffled, shirt crumpled. Sirius was somewhere besides him, his lacquered shoes now long ruined.

She couldn't take her eyes off of Remus. The way he still tried to look casual, as if it was another Sunday. The way he always seemed to know what to say. The way he was now missing his notebook. The way he didn't have a penny to his name, but a whole lot of treasurable qualities. The way he looked at her.

And the way she was getting washed away in him.

In a spur of moment, she jumped off the boat, her hands barely taking ahold of the banister from the second floor. People shrieked and she almost fell, but a new found willing power gave her strength and she pushed herself up, her feet touching the ground.

It was as if she knew the way to him, past the corridors, up the stairs, all the way to the clock. Remus met her halfway, cupping her cheeks and bringing her close. "What did you do that for?! You're insane, you're absolutely insane!"

"I tried, I really tried, but I couldn't. I couldn't let you go." she replied, emotion evident in her voice.

He covered her face in feathering kisses, hugging her close. "We're getting off this ship together. I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

The ship tilted, furniture sliding down. "Come on, we have to get out of here." he said, taking her hand, once again.

The ship whined for the last time before it snapped in two and Y/N slipped. She shrieked, already falling. She got ahold of a banister, looking up at where Remus was at, heart beating out of her chest. He was struggling to remain upwards, hands sticking to the same banister, knuckles turning white. Drops of sweat were rolling down his forehead. "You have to let go!" he yelled over the commotion.

Y/N's eyes got wide. "What?" she yelled back, unbelieving her ears.

"You have to let go, Y/N! I'll be right behind you! If you fall, I fall, remember?"

Y/N felt as this would be the last time she'd hear his voice. Her eyes clouded and she opened her mouth to tell him the words, but he seemed to read her thoughts. "Don't. We'll talk afterwards. We'll have plenty of time. Just let go!"

And she did, letting gravity do its thing. Her skirt fluttered upwards and she felt as if she was falling towards the middle of nowhere. She was expecting to free fall forever, but the icy waters of the Atlantic Ocean swallowed her whole. The cold water was nipping at her skin, tearing at her warmth and depriving her of it. Panicking, she tried to swim towards the moon, whose rays cut the surface of the ocean.

I don't know how to swim. I don't know how to swim.

She flipped her hands around, kicking her feet.

I have to swim, I have to swim.

She pushed her head upwards, finally coming to the surface. Oxygen filled her lungs and she gasped for air. People were screaming all around her, splashing and calling names.

"Remus?! Remus?" she yelled, her voice trembling because of the cold, her lips already turning purple.

"Remus-" her voice died down.

Looking around her, she found a piece of door and climbed on it, almost slipping at first. Her eyes searched for his sandy hair through the people struggling in the water, but the darkness had its saying, letting a black veil fall against her eyes.

With a sob, she laid on her back, the chilling air cutting into her skin.

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She was drawing the letter A into the air when the life boats came back.

"Hey, is anybody alive?" a sailor's rough voice called out.

Her hair crumpled because of the icicles when she got up. She tried to yell, but her voice had long left her. With the last ounce of power, she waved her arms, cold tears once again forming in the corner of her eyes.

"There! Someone's there! Turn the boat!"

Soon enough, she was helped into it, a blanket draped over her quivering figure. "You're safe now, miss."

The boat turned around, leaving the millions of lifeless and floating bodies behind.

Leaving a piece of her heart behind.

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15th of April 1912

"No, you do not understand! I'm looking for Remus Lupin! Have you got someone under that name on this ship?"

RMS Carpathia was bustling with people. People who were crying after other people, families who were being reunited, others who were finally coming to terms that they might be on their on own from now on.

She was given a hot tea and a warm bed, but she couldn't find her place.

"Calm down, miss. We're trying our best."

"Well, you're not trying enough!" she flared up.

"Y/N?"

She could recognize that voice anywhere. It was honeyed and gentle and she could wrap herself in it and forever feel warmed up. Abruptly turning around, she was greeted by the sight of him, all worn down. His clothes were dry by now, but they were stiff. His hair was catching the daylight, shining gold. And his eyes were puffy and red.

She burst into tears at the sight of him. Her feet had a mind of their own, carrying her to him. Remus met her halfway, with shaking legs. "I thought- I thought I lost you forever." his voice quivered. "I couldn't find you anywhere."

"I'm here." she managed to croak out. "I'm here. Let's get off the ship together when it docks. We can make our own life. You can become a writer and I can open a bakery."

He took ahold of her face, bringing it closer and planting a fevering kiss on her lips. Letting his forehead fall against her, he whispered. "It would make me the happiest man alive."

A tear slipped down her freezing cheek. He kissed it away. "I love you, Remus."

"I love you back, Y/N."

The Statue of Liberty was overlooking the scene, the sun warming up the people, bringing new horizons and days.

And Sirius saw it all, from afar, holding onto his little brother's shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips.

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My Soul Revive pt. 2

His ears buzzed strangely, and not from apparition. They had since “he’s your godfather”, but it wouldn’t do to be seen in a flap. He and Narcissa worked so hard to keep Draco from ever seeing them in a panic, a relic of his first so terribly delicate years of life. If they behaved as if everything was fine, no matter the crisis, then surely Draco wouldn’t panic either.

Severus.

His heart clenched painfully. He’d allowed himself a few awful moments in his dressing room earlier, but if Severus lived…

Out of all of them, Severus deserved a quiet, happy life where he was thoroughly spoilt most. Would he let them give him that now? If.

The moment their feet touched ground, he and Narcissa reached for one another’s hand and dashed for the Shack. That Severus would be so injured here, where he’d already experienced several lifetimes of terror, seemed like the universe laughing at them all. They entered carefully, wary of traps, though anything left by him should have evaporated with his soul (finally, finally).

Lucius heard Granger behind them, puffing a bit. One would think that being friends with Potter would encourage one toward some type of exercise program, preferably with an emphasis on sprinting, but it didn’t seem to have occurred to the girl. He edged ahead of Narcissa, opening the first door off the passage, and froze.

Severus.

No one else wore that many layers of solid black. A shallow, rasping breath froze him in his tracks.

“He breathes still.”

Narcissa went still behind him for a moment.

“Conjure a light and come with me. Miss Granger, I am going to ask you to wait in the hall. I don’t think Severus would appreciate you seeing him in this state.”

“If you need anything, I can apparate for it.” Granger spoke unsteadily. “It’s the least…”

“He’ll pull through, I’m sure,” Lucius spoke bracingly. “He’s too stubborn to do anything else.”

Granger gave a watery sort of snort at that.

Lucius ushered Narcissa into the room ahead of him and shut the door. He conjured the sort of light he knew she’d need and they both froze.

Kreacher stood next to Severus, searching frantically through his robes.

“His Grace sent Kreacher! Kreacher keeps track and His Grace knew!” The poor elf pulled his ears viciously. “Kreacher cannot find it.”

“It’s good you’re here, Kreacher,” Narcissa said as she knelt beside Severus and surveyed the utter wreck of his throat. “It’s going to take both of us to pull this off. Have you given him anything?”

“Used the Black Elf magic, Madame Cissa,” Kreacher seemed to calm. “Kreacher is looking for the potion he knows Master Severus carries!”

“I have it here.” She pulled a vial from her box. “The anti-venin. He gave everyone a few vials of it after Mr. Weasley was attacked. Can you—”

Kreacher took the vial so Narcissa could set herself up. Lucius looked away as she cut Severus’ clothing away from his wounds. It seemed indecent to see him so vulnerable. That his chest still rose and fell was a miracle.

“Blood replenisher, wound cleaner, I am so happy that snake is dead, skin knitting potion, topical anti-venin, if you die I will follow you into the afterlife and murder you myself, Severus.” Narcissa muttered as she organized what she needed.

“Once I get the potions into him, Kreacher, I’m going to need your help calling on the family magic. His pulse is…not what I would like.”

“His Grace said to do whatever Kreacher deemed necessary.”

How she sounded so calm Lucius would never know. His role, thankfully, was to hold the light steady and relay any orders to Granger. Lucius kept his eyes toward the window and listened to the low murmur of Narcissa and Kreacher at work. The soft glug of potions and the rustle of bandages formed a backdrop for the surreal night.

Severus lived.

He would continue to live if Narcissa had her way.

There would be a future for them.

He held onto that thought as Narcissa began a soft chant. His skin prickled as a thread of familiar magic wound through the room. The Black magic answered her children, always. He knew Narcissa would have to make some sacrifice. If called on, he would add his own to save Severus. Blood, most likely, for healing.

There were reasons those of Black blood called upon the family magic so sparingly. Always, always they paid a price. Sometimes the price paid was transient, like giving some blood. Sometimes it was permanent. No one had ever worked out what would be asked of them for specific situations. It changed every time.

He glanced down and tried not to blanch. Narcissa had indeed sacrificed her own blood and now drew a series of runes in it down Severus’ chest from his forehead.

Her chant rose and rose, the Black magic swirling about her, now a silver mist thick in the room. Lucius held his wand steady. He wouldn’t fail either of them no matter how unnerved he felt. Not now, when they were so close. The mist whirled about them, going from a dispersed cloud to a heaving stream and poured into Severus.

Narcissa sat back on her heels, her chest heaving, and looked up at him, smiling like she did when she’d dipped a bit too deep into the champagne punch. Her eyes were solid silver, shining queerly in the conjured light.

“He’ll live,” she laughed, low and delighted. “He’ll live.”

Lucius let out a deep breath. “Thank you, my love.”

“Let’s take him home. He’ll be very weak for quite some time, but we can move him.” She tried to stand and her knees gave out. “In a moment, perhaps. The family magic hasn’t been called upon in some time.”

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Draco stared at Weasley over top of Potter, who seemed to have gone catatonic now he’d done what he set out to do.

“Don’t suppose you could see your way clear to feeding him. I don’t think he’s eaten since…” Weasley trailed off, clearly attempting to think. “Is it Wednesday now?”

Draco sighed and suddenly knew just how his parents felt trying to deal with anyone not a Malfoy.

“Please do not tell me he hasn’t eaten properly in days again? I thought we got past that last year?”

“Right, I won’t tell you that, then,” Weasley replied.

Draco surveyed Potter and made a decision. He slipped his wand into his hand and sent a quick cleaning charm at him.

“I still want him to scrub under hot water, but he’s hygienic enough to eat something, at least. How much weight do you think he’s lost this time?”

“A stone at least. He’s always been on the titchy side but he isn’t usually this small. I reckon there’s more going on, but he wouldn’t see any of the healers Madame Pomfrey brought in today…yesterday? When does it stop being today?”

That confirmed Draco’s suspicions. Honestly, sometimes he wondered if Potter really was Professor Snape’s love child they were so similar.

“You sound particularly gormless when you say things like that, Weasley,” Draco answered airily. “Can you help move him to the sitting room?”

Instead of using magic like a civilized person, Weasley scooped Potter into his arms. For some reason, that made Draco want to hiss like a stepped-on cat. He could have done that just as easily. The thought of Potter nestling his head around his collarbone had him swallowing hard.

“Could an elf please bring a tea tray and something very light to eat to the green sitting room,” Draco called as he led the way for Weasley, trying to ignore his own feelings. “And something more substantial for Weasley.”

“Thanks, Malfoy.” Weasley at least possessed some manners. “I think I had something right after, but all that’s a blur. Nice to be somewhere that isn’t Hogwarts, to be honest.”

Draco had been trying very hard not to think of the nearly three-year siege they’d endured. This was his first night home since he’d stepped onto the train after Easter in their fifth year. Strange that it should feature both a desperate rescue attempt and Potter fleeing to him. Honestly, he’d expected a quieter homecoming having left Potter at the school. Perhaps Weasley was right, that night they’d all got squiffy on purloined fire whiskey, and the ridiculousness of Potter’s life was like an infection or a mold.

“What happened with Potter today?” Draco asked quietly as Weasley settled Potter onto one of the long sofas.

“He…I’m not sure I’m the one who should tell you all of it. He didn’t have a chance to tell us everything. I can tell you what happened with his parents,” Weasley said, finally getting Potter in a position that looked somewhat comfortable. “Harry, you need to come back for a bit and eat something, right now please.”

The tone, that brusque command, surprised Draco. He really did sound like his mother. Potter groaned, his eyelashes fluttering.

“I know you aren’t down all the way. Come on, wake up,” Weasley tapped Potter’s cheek and turned back to Draco. “He gets like this when he hasn’t slept properly for a while…just complete collapse, but he really needs food before he can sleep.”

“And a wash,” Draco shuddered. “Cleaning charms only do so much.”

“Ever bathed someone before?” Weasley asked all-too-cheerfully.

“You’ve bathed him?” Draco had no idea where the raging jealousy came from. He wasn’t jealous of Weasley, not at all. Malfoys didn’t do petty jealousy.

“You’ve got to know he’s rubbish at taking care of himself, yeah?” Weasley sat on one side of Potter. “It isn’t often, but when he’s like this it’s better than letting him drown. You know it’s like he’s my little brother?” Weasley sounded infuriatingly patronizing.

Draco ought to have realized, but some of the rumors…and how close Potter seemed with both Weasley and Granger.

“Of course I know that,” he grumbled.

Thankfully, the elves chose that moment to send up the trays. One held delicate, thinly cut wedges of buttered toast and a tureen of fluffy scrambled eggs. The second held the makings for substantial sandwiches. The third, Draco was relieved to see, held what he’d last seen as the nursery tea service. The heavy pot and more substantial teacups meant no one had to worry about delicate china. He poured three cups of tea and made himself a sandwich while Weasley coaxed a reasonable serving of eggs and toast into Potter.

“Yes, you can go to sleep as soon as you finish,” Weasley huffed.

Draco paid them little attention and bit into his sandwich. Glorious. The last few months had been mostly things grown in the Hogwarts kitchen gardens, porridges, potatoes, and whatever game Hagrid managed to catch. The Hogwarts elves did their best, but they hadn’t had their usual stores to work with. Roast beef, wholemeal bread, horseradish sauce, and that piquant little salad the elves made had never tasted so wonderful to him before. Perhaps he’d try some of the ham next, with the crumbly sharp cheddar. He found he had a good deal more appetite than he’d expected.

“That’s Harry gone for a bit,” Weasley commented.

Draco looked over to see Potter passed out between them. Even with the blood and whatever else had been on him magicked off, he still looked dreadful.

“He hasn’t really been sleeping lately. Nightmares, you know, from the soul tie.”

“A what?!” Draco screeched. “Please tell me Potter wasn’t subject to...to…that sort of abomination!”

“You sound just like your mum when you do that, you know?” Weasley began. “All I know is what Harry told us his parents told him. They said it was a soul tie that nearly killed him when your parents did the necessary in ’81. And I’m not blaming them for anything since no one really knew at that point except for Aunt Lily and she wasn’t telling because she probably did something really illegal to shield him from it, unlike some sanctimonious arseholes.”

Draco stared at him. “My parents did what in ’81?”

“Er…Malfoy…they’re responsible for the first decimation of Dark Lord Dirtnap.”

Draco couldn’t hold back a snort at the name. “Don’t make me laugh right now, Weasley. I’m being serious.”

“Sorry. Habit. Your parents killed him and destroyed his first body is what Mum told me. Then your dad went on to go after the Horcruxes he knew about. No one knows how they found out or decided to turn, but I’d put my money on something with Professor Snape.”

Draco could only blink at that. His parents. His parents. Did that? And never told him?

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Weasley shrugged. “You could pass the ham, though.”

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