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cherry-pop-elf · 8 days

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Big Bad Wolf

Dad! Remus x Reader

It’s the full moon, and Harry came running to you for advice and help. Lupin went missing, and Harry is scared that someone’s going to get hurt. Or worse. Expelled His dad will end up shot. So, as the romantic partner to the boys father you go and help him. You both just hope to find him before someone else does

Warnings 18+, Horror, Gore, violence, fear, Whump, character death ((deserved)) happy ending

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“Dad-?! Dad!” You were startled awake, by the sounds of Harry. You were spending a few days, at Hogwarts, with Lupin. As his romantic partner it was permitted, but it sure did startle students to see someone who wasn’t their teacher in the classroom. Such as you, having fallen asleep at his desk. You were waiting for Lupin, but it seems sleep caught you first. Until now.

“Have you seen dad-?” Harry asked, as he hurried towards you. A bottle in hand, with a worried look. You did not like where this was going. You really hope that was not a full bottle of wolfsbane. As if that was needed right now. You sat up quickly and straightened up.

"He said he needed to run and talk to someone really quick, and asked for me to stay here until he came back." Now that you said it out loud, it made you very suspicious. You had a bad feeling about this. A very very very bad feeling. It seemed the feeling was mutual, and no words were needed. The two of you were soon running out of the classroom, and straight outside. Wands out.

"Great, just great-" You huffed, as the two of you were now roaming around the grounds. A worry of what happened with Remus, and if the Dementors would come your way. You made sure to hold Harry's hand, and he did not refuse it. He had a uncomfortable run in with the Dementors after all, as if he wanted another.

"Should we ask Hagrid for help?" Harry asked, as you pondered. That could be very helpful. He was a monster keeper of sorts, and more people looking could reduce casualties. Fang could help as well, but Hagrid was not the best with secrets. Still.....You had a werewolf boyfriend on the loose, and one not on potions.

"I will go talk to Hagrid; you go to the Shrieking Shack. Maybe he went there by habit?" Seems like Hermione was really rubbing off on him, because that made perfect sense. You recall a few times you could hear him, when locked in his designated room, about a shack. Along with his night terrors, and school days.

The plan was set, and Harry explained to you how to get there. Most likely knowing, in case of emergencies. The two of you would split, and Harry hurried to Hagrid's Hut. You stayed, until he made it. Just to be sure. Once he had entered the home, you would hurry to the tree, it was terrifying, but you had to. For Remus.

You had to army crawl, and enter with a few scrapes, but you managed. You hit the knot in the tree, and was able to slip through the roots. Through the dirty cavern, and across the rocks. It was a journey, but you managed. You would push at the wooden boards, and soon had your head in the shack. The stench of blood heavy in your nose. He was here.

"Moony?" You whispered, as the world went still. Even the wind seemed afraid to speak. You were terrified, but someone had to be there for him. You swallowed your biile, and forced yourself into the house. Onto your knees, wand in hand, before properly standing.

Deep breaths, that made you gag, in a vain attempt to try and calm yourself. You knew this when he told you what he was. He didn’t want you to sign up blind. He didn’t want to feel like he trapped you. The moment he told you, you tried to study all you could. Meaning you carried your own vile of wolfsbane. Small, but hopefully enough to soothe.

As you tried to follow the stench, you couldn’t help but hear something. It was someone. Someone gagging, and coughing. Seeming to be….No. No no. You had hope the blood you smelled was that of a wild animal, but no. It was of someone.

You wanted to barge in, and see if you could save them, but that could cause issues. Like him turning on you. Instead, you kept your steps quiet. Just coming closer, as the figure kept gasping and wheezing. Begging. What made your blood run cold was what the person said.

“Remus, please….You would have done the same in my place. You would ha-“ Before there was silence. Silence, as bones were snapping. Crunching, and being devoured. They were dead, and you knew that you couldn’t do anything to have prevented it. You tried to reason, at least.

Finally, you were at the door. Given quite the sight to behold. This sickly looking beast, chowing away on a dead body. Beyond recognition, except for an arm. Said arm having been torn off, and slammed into the wall near the door frame. You narrowed your eyes, as you saw it was missing a finger. Clearly before the attack, as the numb was healed over.

Before you could wonder who the figure was, you suddenly felt something bite at your leg. Not in a means to attack. It was so gentle, you almost didn’t notice. A attempt to grab your attention. It succeeded, as you looked down to a black dog. Shaggy, skinny, and struggling to pull you away from the door. A means to get you away.

Seems it acted too late, as the nawing of flesh was silenced. Just the eerie sounds of blood falling on wood, as the werewolf looked over. Blacken eyes focused on you, as it growled. Clawed, and mangled, fingers were soon on the floor. Cautiously approaching you, only for the dog to block its path. Guarding you.

You didn’t know what to do. Do you run? Do you stay? Do you move slowly? You can only read so many books, before you face a real deal. Nothing prepares you for a real life experience. Was he staring at you because he recognized you? Was he no longer hungry? Was he aware of your scent, and wouldn’t harm you?

So many thoughts, only to be silenced by an ear rattling howl. That said that, and you were trying to run for your life. The shaggy dog quick to defend you, and jump at Remus. Buying you time, as you tried to think of where to go. Leave the building? Back into the hole? You didn’t know. Before you could make a choice, the rotten wood broke under you.

Crashing through you went, only for your leg to snap in the process. You screamed in pain, and that alerted Remus to you. You tried to fight through the pain, as you held your wand up. Trying to defend yourself, as Remus tore through more of the wood. Leaving splinters to rain down on you, as you laid in the broken old living room.

“REMUS-! PLEASE-!” You sobbed, as you didn’t want to hurt him. Blood pooled around you, as the torn muscle was shreds around your shattered bone. So much pain, panic, and despair. Was this the end? Dispite it all, all you could think of was how this would affect Remus. The guilt he would hold, when the moon rises again. Only to see you dead in his teeth.

Seemed that would only be a nightmare, as he was slow to approach you. Sniffing you, before looking down at your leg. Giving it a lick, and whine. As if trying to help you. If you weren’t so delirious from pain, you would find it sweet.

“Fuck, you look like shit.” A voice spoke to you, as Remus seemed to curl around you. Using himself a pillow, for you to rest on. Just feeling his ribs, and hearing his strong breathing and heart. It was soothing, and let you catch your breath. Long enough to register where the voice came from.

A man was soon standing infront of you, in a Azkaban uniform. With long, black, shaggy hair. With a beard to match, against his gaunt face. So skinny, yet so alive. Shaggy black hair, just like shaggy black fur. That’s when it hit you.

“Padfoot….” You choked out, when you weren’t crying from pain. The name made him smile, and you could see life in his hollow eyes. It warmed his heart so much, knowing Remus told you about him. That he was still spoken so positively. That Remus didn’t believe the verdict. He knew better.

“That’s me. Now be quiet, and take advantage of Mooney having a full belly.” He hushed you, as he would begin to try and help with your leg. He would take his torn shirt off, and forced you to bite into it. Trying to make you quiet, as he popped the bone into place. Making you scream into the fabric, as you held Remus tighter. Suppose in that feral brain of his could register his mate was hurting, and soon was nuzzling his face against yours. Using his nose to wipe your tears away.

“There. Worse of it is over. Now how about-“ Before he could finish, the sound of the basement door was opening. Before Sirius could do anything, you grabbed his pant leg. Trying to get him to stay. The pain, however, made you feel to weak. Your vision was blurring, as you curled up against Remus. It was all to much, and soon…..You blacked out.

Morning came, and it was unwanted. The sunlight on your face, and making you groan. “Five more minutes-“ Was your reply to the beast, before a chuckle was a reply. A chuckle you knew very well. A laugh that made you fight the sun, and open your eyes. Remus.

“Morning, pup.” He smiled, as he set his book aside. His scared up hand was quick to help brush the sleep from your eyes, as you took in the world. Such as how your leg was propped up, and that all the blinding white was from the medical wing. Another comforting sight was that Padfoot was in another medical bed. Being treated, and not sent to Azkaban.

“Lots of questions, I know. I’ll keep it short. I had made an attempt to go check on Sirius, last night, only for the two of us to stumble upon a familiar rat. We chased him for so long, we didn’t register the moon. Suppose it was a good thing we didn’t. A lot of good has now been done, with him disposed.” Despite what seemed like good news, there were tears in his eyes. Like he lost an old friend. Suppose you’ll ask about that later. Now, you needed rest.

“I can’t believe you came chasing after me.” He tsked, as he was already using a cold rag on your face. Helping you cool off. “Suppose Harry is to blame. I could have hurt you. I would never forgive myself if I had infected you to. I could have-“ He went on and on, before you held his hand. Forcing him to stop, as you smiled.

“Then you won’t be so lonely on those full moons, would you?” He wanted to be frustrated with you, but that would be rather hypocritical. So, he just gave a defeated sigh. With a smile. “I have a type, it seems….” Was added, as Harry was soon to enter the wing. Along with his friends. Hermione, and Ron. All needing answers about why an escaped convict was in the medical wing.

Remus would give a sigh, as you scooted over. As best as you could, so he could sit with you. The trio was soon on the neighboring bed, sitting together, while keep quiet for Sirius to sleep. A snuggle into Remus’s lap, and he took a deep breath. Knowing you were there to support him.

“It all started, when three little Gryffindors thought it was wise to become unregistered Animagi….”

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trashland-llamas · 1 year

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Meow?

Regulus who puts together that Remus Lupin is a werewolf. His insomnia causing him to spend his nights in the Slytherin common room's entry. A hot chocolate and a battered copy of Alice in Wonderland in hand as he occasionally gazes out the low window. A menagerie consisting of a stag, a mouse, and what looked to be the grim ran down to the Whomping Willow. Sipping as he then saw Madam Pomfrey half-carrying a ghastly looking Remus. Not even needing to check the sky to know it was a full moon. Regulus always found it odd that their astronomy lessons never coincided with one. Bestowed with the secret that his brother was hiding, and how far the Marauders would go for one of their own, he wanted in. Where else would he find the perfect excuse to become an animagus?

Casting a concealment charm on himself, he walked down to the herbology classroom. Taking a few attempts to discern which one held the mandrake from the current week’s lesson. Regulus made sure to put a pair of earmuffs on as he didn’t want to be found dead on the floor. Retracing his steps as he returned, casting a sticking charm once he placed the leaf in his mouth. It’d give him an entire month to figure out the rest of the process needed to turn into an animagus. Regulus didn’t plan on registering as one once he completed the task. If the precious Marauders can get away with it, why can’t he? Thus he spends hours in the library, hiding his research as simple homework.

'What are you up to dear brother?' Sirius mutters to himself.

'Thank you so much for agreeing to this.' Regulus told Professor Slughorn, taking the classroom key from him. 'No troubles. Now I'll be back later in the evening, you can just place the key along the door sill when you leave.' Regulus nodded, watching until the potions professor left the accompanying hallway. Downing the blood-red liquid after the last 'Amato animo animato animagus' left his lips. 'Ugh, that's vile. Only have to do it once though.' Regulus let out a groan of pain, his bones shifting into some form of quadruped. Hair of some sort shooting from every pore. 'Hopefully, this gets easier.' Regulus thought to himself.

‘Alright, who lost their cat this time?’ James asked, plopping the black cat into Sirius’ lap. ‘Huh, you like that kitty-cat?’ Regulus wanted to laugh so badly, but all he could do is purr as Sirius found the right spot behind his ear to scratch. ‘Oi, don’t jinx it now!’ James chastised Remus when the werewolf doubted that the night would go smoothly. ‘We’ve been doing this for 2-3 years now. Yea, stuff can go wrong but you’ll tire yourself out.’ As jealous as Regulus was, he was also touched at how much they cared about one another. Thus he watched, learning their routine.

‘Hey there lovely, that for me?’ Remus asked, seeing the black cat nudge a cup of tea towards him. The liquid somehow not sloshing over. ‘How’d you know the way I like my tea?’ And Remus questioned if he saw the cat shrug or if that was just his mind playing tricks on him. ‘Are you talking to the cat again?’ James sat down across from him, scratching Regulus’ head as he past, rubbing against James’ leg. ‘Gotta find your owner eventually.’ Regulus hoped they’d forget about that despite not wearing a collar. The Marauders adored the cat’s company but they had to remind themselves that the cat didn’t belong to them.

‘Hello Reggie.’ Sirius had figured out why the green eyed cat seemed familiar to him. It didn’t make sense to him. Countless hours spent thinking about it and he was still asking himself what Regulus got out of all this. ‘I know it’s you, shift back.’ Ugh, fine, if you insist brother. Regulus rolling his shoulders & cracking his neck. Standing back on two legs. ‘They don’t.’ His voice gruff from not using it. 'Then how have you avoided questions of where you go during the day?' Sirius gaze hardened, his questions coming across more akin to an interrogation. 'I tell them I'm in the library, they truly are dumber than they look.'

'Why have you been hanging out with us then? Not that I mind, honestly. It's the only question I've been unable to answer.' The elder registering how exhausted his little brother looked, a muted-ness to his every action. 'Because I'm in love with your friend, the werewolf.' Refusing to look at Sirius, expecting hostility. 'You like Remus?'

'Well, yeah. It's why I became an animagus. That and I was jealous of your friend group, how chummy you all are with each other.' His voice small as he admitted how lonely he'd been. 'I guess I approve, but you do know Remus has to know you actually exist for it to work, right? Not as a cat, but as Regulus.'

'Oi! I'm not that daft.'

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remusremorse · 3 months

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Hello there,

My name is Lily and I am a new writer on here and in general.

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Smut

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petitemistletoe · 11 months

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S.O.S. She's In Disguise

Part Two to She-Wolf

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin, Potter!Reader

Warnings: smut and angst!

Word Count: 4.8K+

A/N: I had to do a deep dive into Beauxbatons and all I can say is I wish we got more Beauxabatons and Durmstrang content because they're both phenomenally interesting. Also the James Potter in She-wolf absolutely eats up the James Potter in Grudges! There were a few of you who asked to be tagged that you could not be :( so sorry! If I left you off the taglist please let me know :)

“What do we do?” Peter asked, wringing his hands.

“You two get Remus back to the shack. I’ll try to carry her to the hospital wing.” James put on his authoritative voice but everyone could tell he was incredibly rattled.

“Do you want one of us to help you?” Sirius asked but James shook his head, picking you up gently and hoisting you over his shoulder.

“No, no. Take the cloak and go. Madame Pomfrey should be down here any minute you have to go now.” James was not able to hide the quiver in his voice.

“Okay. We’ll see you soon.” Peter nodded at James before helping Sirius support Remus back to the shrieking shack.

You woke up as James was setting you down on a bed in the hospital wing.

“Don’t try to talk, it’s alright,” James said when he saw your eyes widen, “Madame Pomfrey will be back in a few minutes. I filled her in on everything but you need your rest.”

“You know?” You croaked, accepting the water from James and soothing your scratchy throat.

“That you’re a werewolf? Yes, I worked that out what you stumbled out of the woods.” James pursed his lips and you could tell that he was trying to hard to keep his voice level.

“I imagine you have some questions, then.” You said, trying to keep your own voice steady as well.

“Yes. But you can rest first if you’d like.”

“No, no. We can talk now.” You sat up straight in the hospital bed and smoothed out the blanket that was laid out in front of you.

“When exactly did you become a werewolf?” He asked. His nails were digging into the palms of his hands.

“Last year. Beauxbatons has a requirement for outdoor education for all wizards and witches and I’d chosen the option of solo fitness survival. I failed the first round of solo fitness survival so I apparated to a random forest last summer to practice. I did not pay attention and it was during the full moon and I was attacked by one of Greyback’s pack. I barely survived and when I apparated back home I splinched myself pretty badly. My parents knew they couldn’t take me to a hospital because I would be forced to register myself immediately. My mum called your mum and she was able to stitch me up and then was sworn to secrecy. The medi-witch at Beauxbatons tried to help me as much as she could but she’s never dealt with this kind of thing before. Then your mum mentioned in an owl a few months ago that Madame Pomfrey had some experience in this field so I went down yesterday to try to find more information but there were too many people in the hospital wing so we did not have any privacy. I ran into the woods last night and thought that I’d be able to pull myself into the hospital wing in the morning and get Madame Pomfrey’s help then. I knew that Madame Pomfrey’s experience must have come from a student who was also in hiding but I had no idea it was going to be your friend Remus. I also still don’t understand why you were there?” You took a deep breath as you realized you hadn’t taken one breath the entire time you were speaking.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” James looked deflated as he put his hand on top of yours, “I was there because Sirius, Peter, and I are all animagi. We became unregistered animagi to help Remus during the moons. They make his moons easier, having other animals to run around with and he doesn’t have to be stuck in the shack.”

“Oh James,” you bit your lower lip hard to stop yourself from tearing up, “Remus is so lucky to have friends like you. The moons can be so terribly lonely.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go through this,” James said, finally breaking. He laid his head in your lap and sobbed. You just ran your fingers gently through James’ hair until his sobs were reduced to a few sniffles. The curtains were pulled open and Madame Pomfrey stepped in, pulling the curtain closed behind her.

“How are you feeling, Ms. Potter?” She replenished your water and ran her hand soothingly over your forehead.

“Tired.” You said with a small smile.

“Of course you are. Take this sleeping draught. Your parents will be coming by later and meeting with Professor Dumbledore. Will you be staying, Mr. Potter?”

“Yes I will. Is Remus awake?” James asked, standing and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Yes, he is. He’s supposed to rest so make it quick, Mr. Potter.” Madame Pomfrey left after she made you drink the rest of the draught and you drifted off to sleep.

James made his way over to Remus’ bed where he was engaged in rapid conversation with Sirius. He was only able to catch the tail end of what Sirius was saying,

“-That explains why you were so attracted to her. It was the wolf instincts and-”

“James!” Remus cut off Sirius off when James pulled the curtain back.

“Alright Moony?” James asked, taking the seat next to Sirius’.

“Yeah, yeah. How’s your cousin?” Remus asked.

“She’s alright. My aunt and uncle are coming to meet with Dumbledore but neither of us know what it’s specifically about.” James sighed.

“Are you okay?” Sirius asked.

“I just…I don’t get why she didn’t tell me. We tell each other everything.” James shook his head.

“You didn’t tell her about being an animagus.” Remus offered.

“That was different.” James thought about it for a moment before looking back at Sirius and Remus, “You two were talking about attraction and wolf instincts. What the hell is that about?”

“I think it’s probably time for me to go back to bed!” Remus said quickly.

“Alright. I’m going to see if I can catch my aunt and uncle before they see Dumbledore.” James said with a sigh and left Remus and Sirius on their own.

“That was close.” Sirius said once he heard the door to the hospital wing shut behind James.

“Definitely.” Remus nodded.

“How are you feeling?” Sirius asked.

“Honestly, the best I’ve felt in a long time. The moon was invigorating rather than draining.” Remus sighed again, thinking about the uncomfortable, awkward implications.

“You should talk to her.” Sirius suggested.

“Yeah…maybe I will.” Remus said with a small shake of his head.

✰

When you woke up again, your father was leaning over you, rubbing your forehead gently.

“Hey,” you said softly, blinking the sleep out of your eyes.

“Hello darling, I’ve heard that you’ve had quite a night.” Your father said with a sad smile on his face.

“That’s an understatement.” You said, weakly. You pushed yourself up on your shoulders and saw your mother, your Aunt Effie, your Uncle Fleamont, and James were all sitting around your bedside.

“Have some more water, love,” Aunt Effie poured a goblet for you and held it up to your lips. You drank gratefully, not realizing until the present moment how dehydrated you had been.

“Professor Dumbledore will be coming down in a few moments to talk. I’m not exactly sure what he wants but I’m sure he will help with the situation. James shared with us that you know about Remus. Your parents said you do not want to register with the ministry, is that correct?” Uncle Fleamont pushed his glasses up further up his nose as he explained the situation.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “my life will be ruined if I register. I…I don’t want that.”

“Of course. Then we’ll make that clear to Albus.” Uncle Fleamont said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Thank you,” you croaked, “for all being here. I…I don’t know what I do without all of you.”

“We’re your family.” James said, grabbing your hand and giving it a tight squeeze. You nodded and accepted another large gulp of water as you heard the door to the hospital wing open and the deep, calm voice of Albus Dumbledore say,

“Thank you, Poppy. Just that bed over there?”

“Yes sir,” Madame Pomfrey replied. Your mother stood and pulled the curtain back for Professor Dumbledore to enter.

“Hello Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter. Oh, Euphemia, Fleamont, I was not expecting to see you two as well.” Professor Dumbledore bowed his head respectfully as he entered the room.

“Hello Albus. We thought it best that we come to help with our niece at this time.” Uncle Fleamont said, standing to shake hands with Professor Dumbledore.

“Of course. Ms. Potter I trust that you are recuperating well.” Professor Dumbledore set his bright blue eyes on you. You nodded.

“Yes, Professor Dumbledore. I want to apologize for any alarm I may have caused.” You responded.

“Yes that is something I would like to discuss. I have no problems with the young Ms. Potter finishing her schooling here at Hogwarts where Madame Pomfrey can better care for her. However, Ms. Potter, I am sure you are aware of the ministry’s registry for werewolves.” Dumbledore said. He was speaking perfectly calmly but there was something off-putting about his statement.

“She will not be registering. Just like Remus.” James said, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

“Is that how you feel, Ms. Potter?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes sir.” You nodded.

“I would be remiss if I did not highlight how seriously the ministry takes such affairs. There are severe implications that are in place for witches and wizards who fail to register.” Dumbledore said, placing one of his hands on your bedpost.

“She is quite sure of her decision, Albus.” Uncle Fleamont stood so he was eye-level with Dumbeldore.

“You know as well as I do, Albus, that the registry is discriminatory and the way the ministry has treated magical creatures has been nothing short of barbaric.” Aunt Effie said, placing her hand over yours and giving it a light squeeze.

“I will have Professor McGonagall bring the sorting hat over and then we will set up your schedule and accommodations. I understand, Ms. Potter, that you were Head Girl of your house at Beauxbatons?” Dumbledore diplomatically changed the subject.

“Yes sir, I was. I was also in Ombrelune house at Beauxbatons. I believe the closest house to it would be Gryffindor.” You said, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Ah, Ms. Potter, the houses of Beauxbatons do not directly correspond to the houses of Hogwarts. I will arrange with your future head of house for a prefect position for you as we already have a head boy and girl. If you would be more comfortable, you may stay in James’s dorm this evening, as I understand it has been quite a weekend for you.” Dumbledore left without saying much else. Your parents and aunt and uncle wanted to stay for longer but you sent them off, promising to write and telling them not to worry, the Christmas holiday was just two months away.

Remus, Sirius, and Peter joined you and James as you waited for Professor McGonagall to come back with the sorting hat.

“Here,” Peter said, thrusting a wrapped package into your hand, “it’s a chocolate frog. Moony always says they make him feel better after a moon.”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded, munching on his own chocolate frog, “chocolate makes everything better.”

“Thanks Peter,” you said, patting the boy’s hand lightly, “so I take it you forgive me for the broomstick incident.”

“Never! I don’t care if you are a werewolf.” Peter laughed. But the word hung heavy in the air. Werewolf. You looked down at your lap.

“Nice going Wormtail.” Sirius elbowed Peter hard in the stomach.

“Hey! I didn’t mean anything by it.” Peter grabbed at his stomach and glared at Sirius.

“No, you never mean anything. Do you?” Sirius retorted.

“Tell us more about the houses at Beauxbatons.” James interjected, sending a look Peter and Sirius’ way.

“There are three houses: Papillionlise, Ombrelune, and Bellefeuille. Papillionlise is the house of kindness and good nature. Ombrelune, my house, is the house of ambition, curiosity, and logic. Bellefeuille is the house of bravery, sensitivity, and compassion. Everyone wants to be in Ombrelune and we have a little rivalry with the Bellefeuille students.” You explained.

“Ambition and logic?” Remus asked, “That sounds like Slytherin.”

“There’s no way that you’ll be sorted into Slytherin. She’s a Potter. All Potters are Gryffindors.” James said with a sense of finality in his voice.

“There’s nothing wrong with being sorted into Slytherin.” A new voice said. It was Lily, carrying a tray of sandwiches that must have been from dinner.

“Cheers Lily.” You said with a grin, practically shoving an entire sandwich into your mouth.

“What are you doing in the hospital wing?” Lily asked, “Remus, you’re out of bed early. Feeling better already?”

“Uh, yeah, well…you see…” James was searching for an excuse but you just shrugged.

“I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh!” Lily almost dropped the tray.

“You can’t just go telling anyone.” James scolded you.

“Lily isn’t anyone. She knows about Remus and I didn’t want to be a secret between you and your girlfriend, James. Besides, you’ve gone on and on about how smart Lily is, she would have figured it out herself eventually. Lily, I trust you won’t tell anyone?”

“No, no. Of course not. Are you all right?” Lily asked, immediately sitting at your bedside and grabbing a cool soaked rag and placing it on your forehead.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You said with a small smile. You filled Lily in on your new attendance at Hogwarts.

“Like I said before, there’s nothing wrong with being sorted into Slytherin. One of my good friends is a Slytherin and so is Sirius’s entire family!” Lily said, glaring at James.

“That’s not much of an argument.” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“I can’t protect her if she’s sorted into Slytherin, Lily.” James narrowed his eyes, “Those Slytherins are bigots and you know it.”

“It’s not very safe for Remus in Gryffindor either. The way werewolves are seen in the eyes of the wizarding world is not only a Slytherin problem.” Lily crossed her arms over her chest.

“Respectfully, Evans, stay out of this.” James said, coolly.

“There are many fine and brave wizards in Slytherin. Don’t listen to James.” Lily told you,

“If this is about Snivellus again, so help me Evans.”

“Fine,” Lily stormed out of the hospital wing.

“So much for coming between you and Lily.” You said sheepishly. James was still seething with anger but he took a deep breath and said,

“I’m going to go for quick walk. Sirius, call me when McGonagall gets here.” James stormed out of the hospital wing as well.

“Is Slytherin really that bad?” You asked Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

“A lot of dark wizards, most of my family included, come from Slytherin.” Sirius said with a sigh.

“That’s all? A lot of dark wizards come from Ombrelune too but so do a lot of amazing wizards. I can’t believe James is being so silly about this.” You shook your head.

“I think he just wants to protect you.” Peter said, obviously uncomfortable at the idea of speaking ill about his best friend, “you’ve always been like a baby sister to him and he already hates that Sirius and Lily have strained relationships with Slytherins. I don’t think he wants anything like that for you two.”

“All that is premature, anyway.” You said with a head shake, “I haven’t been sorted yet.” As if on cue, you all heard the voice of Professor McGonagall in the corridor. Sirius whipped out his pocket mirror, one that you recognized from your family vault, and whispered for James to come back.

“Ms. Potter, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Minvera McGonagall, professor of Transfiguration, head of Gryffindor house, and deputy headmistresses of Hogwarts. Do you have any questions before you are sorted?”

“No Professor.” You said, taking a deep breath as James made his way back into the hospital room. Professor Dumbledore placed the hat on your head.

“Another Potter,” the sorting hat murmured in your ear, “in all of my years I have only ever sorted Potters into Gryffindor. But you, you are not like the other Potters. You are ambitious. You are curious, always seeking more and more. You have secrets, more than most of your contemporaries. You seem to be the perfect fit for Ombrelune. You know the origin of the name Ombrelune, don’t you?”

“Uh…no I don’t.” You said, fiddling with your fingers.

“Ombre is shadow and lune is moon. You hail from the house of shadow moons. Quite ironic, isn’t it? Considering your currently monthly situation,” the hat chuckled, “alas there is no equivalent to Ombrelune so I will have to say SLYTHERIN!”

There was an eery silence that broke out over the room. Professor McGonagall took the hat back and cleared her throat.

“Congratulations, Ms. Potter, on being sorted into the fine house of Slytherin. Your head of house is Professor Slughorn. I believe tomorrow during breakfast you will be assigned a companion from your house that will show you everything you need. I’ve been told that you’ll spend this evening with your cousin?”

“Yes, Professor McGonagall, that’s correct. She’ll spend the night in my dormitory.” James said quietly.

“Alright then, have a pleasant evening.” And with that Professor McGonagall marched away.

“So the conversation is no longer premature.” You said with a weak chuckle, “I’m a Slytherin.”

“It really isn’t that bad James,” Remus said.

“I can’t protect you in Slytherin.” James said with a sad shake of his head.

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“It’s been a long night. Why don’t we go to bed and revisit things in the morning?” Peter offered. You all nodded and headed back up to the dormitories for bed.

Remus had a restless night. The moon was over but he still felt on edge around you. Of course, things made a lot more sense now but he didn’t want to make an advance for a number of reasons. He didn’t want to burden you, he wasn’t really sure of what he was feeling himself, and he did not want to bring down the wrath of James Potter. It must have been four in the morning when he turned again from his side to his stomach to his other side and then settled on his back.

“Alright Moony,” Sirius’s sleep laced voice cut through Remus’s thoughts, “what the hell is going on?”

“Can’t sleep.” Remus sighed.

“I figured,” Sirius propped himself up and glared at Remus, “considering you’ve woken me up at every toss and turn.”

“Sorry. I’ll go downstairs and have a smoke.” Remus pressed a kiss to Sirius’s forehead before making his way downstairs. He wasn’t expecting to see you leaning at one of the open windowsills, angling your blunt out the window so the pungent smoke made its way outside instead of back in the common room. Remus cleared his throat and you turned at the noise, giving Remus a small smile.

“Hey Remus. What are you doing up?” You asked.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Remus said with a sigh.

“Me either.” You handed Remus to joint, which he took gratefully, “Is it always this hard? This soon after a moon?”

“I usually sleep better after a moon, because I’m so exhausted from it. Having you here, though, it’s been different.” Remus realized that he had smoked half of your joint without thinking. He handed it back to you with a sheepish smile.

“Me too. It’s been easier, having you with me. I guess that was the goal, though, right? Being able to connect with others who could understand my…being a werewolf.”

“Yeah, it can be lonely sometimes. I’m glad to have you here with me.” Remus realized that your eyes had been trained on him the entire time he spoke. You closed the distance between the two of you, crawling into his lap and pressing your lips against his.

Remus was caught off guard at first but then he kissed you back just as hard. It was intense, hungry, teeth clashing against teeth. You kissed down Remus’s neck and bit along the way, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. Remus winced at the pain from your sharp teeth but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you to stop because he loved the feeling. You pulled his thick jumper off and ran your nails down the front of his chest, tracing his scars. He felt, awkward, ashamed at first, but you took off your own shirt and he saw the pale, magical scars that lined your own chest. He took a moment to kiss down your chest, kissing your breasts and around your nipples. Finally, he took your right nipple into his mouth and bit down harshly. You moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure and shock but nodded at him to continue.

Remus’s hand went down your pants next, tearing your panties off. He held them up to his nose and sniffed harshly.

“You smell delicious. Good enough to eat.” Remus said, running his tongue over his sharp canines. He pulled your pants all the way off and shoved his face between your legs. You had never been eaten out like this before. Two of his fingers were deep inside you as his tongue made a repeated assault on your clit. His teeth would bump your clit occasionally, sending shockwaves through your system and you had your fingers buried in his hair, yanking the tendrils so tightly that you were near the point of ripping them out. You came on his face, your legs spasming, and you released a howl. That sobered you and Remus right up. You pulled up your pants and chuckled nervously.

“I, uh, I’m going to go back to bed.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Yeah, yeah. Have a good night.” Remus was cursing everything as he watched ascend the stairs and couldn’t help but think about how it might be better that you were going to be sleeping all the way in the dungeons.

The next morning was a bit awkward as you made your way down for breakfast. The place was alive with rumors swirling about the new girl at Hogwarts. You sat down at the Gryffindor table next to James. Lily gave you a warm hello and then sent an icy glare James’s way before sitting down next to Marlene and Mary. You desperately wished you have spent the day with the Gryffindor girls but the boy you saw a few days ago made his way over to your table.

“What do you want, Snivellus?” James glowered at Snape.

“I’m your cousins assigned companion.” Snape returned the glare.

“It just keeps getting better and better, huh.” You said with a small smile. “Alright Severus, I’m all yours.”

Snape barely let you out of his sight for the next month. You were more than adjusted to Hogwarts after the first week but Snape wouldn’t leave you alone, much to James’s chagrin. The marauders joked that Snape must have some twisted crush on you but you weren’t so sure. It felt much more sinister than that. The moon was this evening and you felt like you could crawl out of your skin. It didn’t help being close to Remus. Everything about Remus felt like your nerves were exposed, especially being so close the moon. Tensions were still high between James and Lily, the couple were barely speaking and when they did, it only devolved into a fight.

You were lucky enough to have potions with Gryffindor but the lovely Professor Slughorn had assigned Snape to be your partner. Your spine felt like it was doing somersaults and kept shifting in your chair uncomfortably.

“Are you alright?” Snape whispered in your ear as Slughorn prattled on and on about whatever the day’s lesson was.

“Fine.”

“That time of the month, eh?” Snape asked.

“What?” Your blood ran cold.

“Forget I said anything.” Snape said with a smug grin. Icy sweat ran down the back of your neck. You pushed it out of your mind. Snape didn’t know. He couldn’t know. Right? You were lost in thought as you walked with the boys up to lunch. Snape had made some rude comment to Lily which caused James to jump in front of her and draw his wand.

“You take that back, Snivellus.”

“Or what, Potter?” Snape asked, drawing his own wand.

“I don’t need you to defend me, James.” Lily crossed her arms over her chest.

“Shut up, mudblood.” Snape spat. You felt yourself surge forward but Remus held you back.

“Don’t. You’re emotional because of the moon,” he whispered in your ear.

“Get away from us, Snivellus. Take your disgusting plague somewhere else.” Sirius looked down his nose at Snape.

“Oh I’m the disgusting one?” Snape laughed, cruelly, “You would know all about unsavory actions, wouldn’t you Black? Lupin?”

“Take that back.” Sirius was very pale.

“Everyone keep moving,” it was that boy, the one who looked like Sirius. You knew by now his name was Regulus and he was indeed Sirius’s brother. Regulus was a prefect for SLytherin and it looked like he would be making head boy next year.

“I don’t answer to you, Reggie.” Sirius said with a hard look on his face.

“Just go. Before I take points from Gryffindor and Slytherin.” Regulus gripped Snape’s arm hard before Snape could fire off another comment. Everyone made their way to lunch in a much more sour mood than before.

The moon descended upon you and Remus that evening and things had been great. But for the second time, you woke from a moon at Hogwarts with an uneasy feeling in your chest. James wasn’t there, which was odd, but Sirius was. Sirius looked down at you and Remus with a nervous smile and said,

“So I messed up.”

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Hiya! I’m from Wattpad. I have a oneshot request. Could you write a Remus oneshot where the reader is either James or Sirius’ sister and she’s a werewolf too, she doesn’t know Remus is and Remus doesn’t know she is, but one day, she forgets to cover the scars on her face and she’s partnered with Remus in potions and he notices them, knowing how she got them. Then after class he confronts her about it and she replies stating that she didn’t want him to have to deal with her problems too because she cares so much about him, and then they confess? if this is too detailed I’m sorry its just hoe my brain works I don’t request often and I’s write this myself but I have so many other ideas rn. Also do you post the oneshots both here and Wattpad?

𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐢, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞! 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬

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Last night was that time of the month. A night that was always followed by exhaustion and frustration. As the full moon shined bright, your body underwent your second excruciatingly painful transformation into the form of a werewolf.

Two months ago, in the summer before your last year at Hogwarts, you got bitten. You were out in the back garden of your home, relaxing beneath the moonlit sky when a werewolf approached. Everything was a blur, and all you could remember was James’ voice as he casted numerous combat spells to get rid of it.

As of now, your brother James and your parents were the only ones that knew of your lycanthropy. He didn’t want to expose your secret to Remus, and he didn’t want to expose Remus’ secret to you, so he refrained from asking him for help. It was hard for James to decide not to join the rest of the Marauders on full moons, as they would always accompany Remus as their animagi during his transformations, however he chose to stay by your side instead. Last month, he prepared his plan a few days prior, acting sick so that he could have an excuse on the night of the full moon.

Now that school started, it was harder for him to think of an excuse to not join them. Last night he told them that he got detention with Filch, which they barely believed, because if one of them got detention, all four of them did.

It was the morning after, and you were running late to class. Exhaustion was taking its toll on you as you rushed off to potions, still half asleep. You hardly managed to put your tie on correctly, adjusting it as you quickly took your seat in the classroom.

“Miss Potter. You’re just in time. You’ll be partnered with Lupin for this month’s project. Please join him at his table.” Professor Slughorn spoke.

“Yes, Professor.” You answered, moving your books over to the table that Remus was sitting at.

Remus looked at you, offering you a polite smile. “Good morning, Y/n.”

You hung around the Marauders very often, as James would bring you along with him whenever he’d see them. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get roped into their pranks somehow. You were always closest to Remus, as he was the easiest to speak to about anything. He was the only one out of the group other than James that you’d spend time with alone, studying together or having butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. Despite your closeness, he never confessed his lycanthropy to you, and you hadn’t confessed yours out of fear of burdening him.

“Morning.” You replied, covering your mouth to yawn.

He turned his head to look at you, his heart sinking as he saw the scars on your face. Your transformation from the previous night had taken a serious toll on you, and your rush to get to class caused you to completely forget to cover them. Despite his immediate recognition of what they meant, he didn’t let it show on his face.

“You seem tired. Did you get any sleep?” He inquired, pulling out a chocolate bar from his pocket.

“It was a long night. I was studying.” You answered.

“Studying? This early in the school year? That’s not like you at all.” He teased, offering you the chocolate. "Have some chocolate. You'll feel better."

“Thanks." You took a pieceI’m getting a head start. I’m gonna be ahead of the game this year.”

“Right. We’ll see how long this new you lasts.”

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After Slughorn’s dismissal of the class, you gathered your books and walked out with Remus.

“May I ask you about something, Y/n?” Remus queried, walking beside you.

“Of course. Anything.”

He looked around, making sure the coast was clear before taking your hand before pulling you into an empty classroom. You looked at him in confusion, setting your books down on a desk.

“Those scars. On your face. What happened?”

You swallowed nervously, raising a hand to feel your cheek. Your stomach sank as you realised that you forgot one crucial step in your routine this morning.

“I don’t want to worry you, Remus. It’s nothing.” You spoke.

“You’re worrying me by not telling me. Please, Y/n. Let me help you.” He took your hand from your face, holding it in his own.

“I…I don’t know where to start.” You kept your eyes down, staring at the floor in shame.

“How long?” He questioned.

“What?” You looked up at him, furrowing your brows.

“How long ago were you bitten?”

“How did you know?”

“You look completely drained, there are scars on your face, James has spent two full moons in a row away from us, and I noticed the mark on your arm during class. Your sleeve was riding up while you were taking notes.” He answered, still holding your hand.

Your eyes widened briefly, and you could feel your stomach turning uneasily. Had it been that obvious? Could everyone else tell too?

“Nobody would know unless they knew what to look for.” He said after a moment, almost as if he had read your anxious thoughts.

“But you know what to look for?” You asked.

“I do.” Silence hung in the air for a few moments, before he spoke again, soft and earnestly. “I do because I’m a werewolf too.”

His confession brought both shock and relief to you, and you couldn’t deny the urge to pull him into an embrace, so you did. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I know how terrible it is. Especially in the beginning. I’m so sorry.” He rested his cheek on your head, sighing deeply.

“How long?” You asked, pulling your head away slightly to look up at him.

“I was four.” He answered, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Here I was, not telling you because I didn’t want you to have to deal with my problems too. I care too much about you to burden you with my own issues.”

“I care too much about you to let you deal with things on your own. You could never burden me. I had a suspicion, you know. Somehow I felt it. I should’ve asked you sooner. I could’ve helped you in some way.” He replied with a trace of guilt in his tone.

“That’s not your fault, Remus. I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to look at me differently, either.”

“I suppose that's the reason I kept it from you, too. I didn’t want you to look at me differently.” He admitted, releasing you from his arms.

“At least now we don’t have to deal with it alone. We have each other.” You smiled at him.

“Your brother, Sirius, and Peter have helped me through countless transformations. If you’re comfortable with it, I think it’s a good idea for you to join us on full moons. It makes a world of a difference, knowing that there are people supporting you.”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders. “I think I will.”

There was a brief moment of silence between you two, as Remus mustered up the courage to say what he so desperately wanted to say.

“There’s something else I’d like to confess, Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t just care about you as a friend. My feelings for you run deeper than that. I’ve admired you for a long time now, and I care about you more than I can express. I realised that as I saw your scars this morning.” He reached out with a gentle hand, cupping your cheek. ”I want to be there for you, always.”

“Remus…” You spoke, hesitantly but with certainty. “I feel the same way. I never thought I’d find someone that understands me as deeply as you do.”

"And please, don't think that I'm judging your scars. I only took note of them because I knew what they meant. Trust me, you're as beautiful as ever." He smiled warmly, before closing the gap between the two of you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Merlin, James is going to kill me.”

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Werewolf

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: Artemis; wilderness, the moon, protection, hounds

Summary: Remus' SO decides to finally figure out why he's been looking so rough every month and gets more answers than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1,890

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Mysteries were overrated.

Every so often, when I dove headfirst into learning something new and spent hours doing that for fun, I wondered whether I should've been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor. But now, after spending far too long trying to reason my way to understanding, I'd decided to throw logic out the window and do some good old fashioned following people around instead. My Ravenclaw friends would never let me hear the end of it when I told them, but right now, I didn't care.

My boyfriend, Remus Lupin, had been ill on and off for months. He leaned on his friends, relied on them for support, but never turned to me. I'd talked to him once or twice, but he'd never given me a straight answer, and when the third month in a row came around that he looked on the verge of death's doorstep, I decided to get to the bottom of things one way or another.

Which was why I was out in the middle of the night on the Hogwarts grounds, trailing a far distance back from the Marauders as they moved in a pack. All of them except my boyfriend seemed in good spirits, and whatever was going on, I felt for Remus. I hadn't expected the adventure to take us out of the castle, so I still wore pajamas, and only love for my boyfriend kept me from turning right around to seek shelter from the cold night air.

To my surprise, the four boys ahead of me made straight for the Whomping Willow. I knew they were idiots, but I had no idea what possible draw the murder tree could have for them right now, especially with Remus so clearly feeling terrible. Then, in a flash, Peter disappeared.

I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, trying to figure out what I'd seen. Then, in the dull moonlight just barely filtering through the clouds, I saw a rat scurry across the roots of the tree. A moment later, the branches froze in place, and the remaining three boys ducked into a passage normally hidden among the roots, the rat following right after them.

Of course they were unregistered Animagi. I knew that month they'd spent barely talking hadn't been a ploy to mess with the Slytherin Quidditch team, or James trying to impress Lily with his friends' support, or anything else they'd claimed. But Remus hadn't been part of that.

Before I could second guess myself, I let every last ridiculous Gryffindor instinct take over and rushed to the tree, sliding into the hole at its base a split second before the branches began whipping around again furiously. I muttered a quick lumos to light the way ahead of me, then hurried after the boys.

Before I got very far into the tunnel, I heard horrifying screams coming from ahead, the same kinds people said came from the Shrieking Shack. I hesitated for half a second before racing off down the tunnel in the direction the boys had gone. Whatever that noise was, it wasn't good, and I needed to make sure Remus and our friends were alright.

I made it about ten steps forward before I collided with someone. They wrapped their arms around me and held me in place to keep me from moving forward, and after a moment's shouting and confusion, I recognized the person holding me.

"Y/N, you have to get out of here!" shouted James, his tone urgent. I'd never heard him yell like this before, never saw his cool composure drop to the level of the panic currently in his eyes.

"James, what's going on?" I cried. I heard that horrible screeching again, and I tried to move past him. "Where's Remus?"

"You have to leave, now! It's not safe-!"

A moment later, an earsplitting howl replaced the screaming. I froze and so did James, and our wide eyes slowly found each other. I knew that howl from Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was a werewolf.

"You have to run, now," James finally said, his voice low but firm. "If you don't, he'll kill you. It doesn't matter that he loves you, when he's transformed... he has no control."

"Is he... is he going to be okay?"

"Not if he comes back to himself to find out he killed you. Now get out!"

With that, James turned on his heel and transformed before my eyes into a gigantic, gorgeous stag. I could hear barking and snarling further down the corridor, still not close but definitely getting closer. I hesitated, hating to leave without doing anything, but James was right. I didn't have a choice.

I took off running back the way I'd come, trusting the Marauders to take care of Remus tonight. For now, that was the best I could do.

Commotion followed me the whole way out of the tunnel, getting just so slightly closer as to make me nervous. When I finally raced out of the tunnel, I just remembered to slam the root on the tree to stop the branches. I didn't look back as I raced up the grounds to the doors of the castle, finally breathing a sigh of relief from the safety of the entry hall.

I quickly ducked into the nearest secret passage lest Filch catch me out of bed, then slumped back against the wall and slowly sank to the ground. The adrenaline of the past few minutes crashed over me in waves, and I focused on taking long, deep breaths. Slowly, as I calmed down, the actual information that came with my investigation tonight sank in.

My boyfriend was a werewolf. His three best friend were unregistered Animagi, and they apparently spent every full moon with him in their animal forms.

Every DADA class we'd spent discussing werewolves (which, thankfully, hadn't been that many) suddenly came rushing back to me. All the time our teacher had spent talking about them as if they were monsters, while Remus just had to sit there and listen. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking a second to run the odds on expulsion if I punched a teacher.

Remus was nothing but the sweetest, most wonderful person I'd ever met, and I was so lucky to have him in my life. The thought of people ignoring that, of Remus' face if someone called him a monster... all I wanted to do was wrap him up tight in my arms and never let him go.

I decided to focus on that last feeling instead of the 'punch a teacher' feeling. I had no idea how long these transformations lasted, but I had a feeling Remus would be awfully beat up when he finally did make it back here. With a quick pitstop in the kitchens to grab a few of his favorite snacks, I headed back up to the Gryffindor common room to wait.

Only sheer force of will and a deep love for Remus kept me from passing out after the first hour. The fire was warm, the blanket nest I'd made on my favorite common room couch was comfortable, and the adrenaline dump just made me want to pass out. But I kept my eyes open, waiting for him to come back. Finally, a little after three in the morning, the portrait door swung open.

"Come on, Moony, let's get you upstairs."

"It's okay, nobody got hurt-"

The Marauders staggered into the common room, James and Sirius holding Remus between them as Peter held the door. They all froze on the spot, however, when they saw me waiting on the couch.

"Hey," I said, finally moving from the spot I'd spent the past few hours holding down. I blinked sleepy eyes and managed a smile as I approached Remus and the others. "Uh... do you guys mind if I get a minute with my boyfriend?"

James and Sirius shared significant looks, then both turned to Peter. After a moment's hesitation, they looked back at me and nodded.

"Moony we'll, uh... we'll see you upstairs," said James. He nodded to me as he eased away from Moony and headed for the stairs, Sirius following behind him with a narrow-eyed warning look in my direction. Peter followed, giving me a mix of a look between James and Sirius'. Then, finally, I was alone with my boyfriend.

"So... I'm still your boyfriend?" he asked. He leaned heavily to one side, away from me, as I approached him. The hurt and defeat in his voice ripped my heart open all over again.

"Rem... of course. I love you. Nothing could ever change that."

Remus didn't look like he quite believed me, but he drifted in my direction anyway. I smiled and closed the rest of the distance, taking up the position his friends had filled before. I wrapped an arm around his waist and started leading him towards the couch.

"You're not... afraid of me?"

I scoffed and helped Remus ease down into the blankets, then settled in next to him. I'd spent hours preparing this fort, and when I saw a little weight ease off of Remus' shoulders as he settled in, it was worth it.

"Of course I'm not afraid of you. I love you."

"But James said..."

"Never mind what James said. I love you, Rem, and nothing in the world could ever change that. I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help you."

Remus huffed a laugh as I leaned against his side, then finally put his arm around me. I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he spoke and wrapping my arms around him in the most comforting hug I could.

"You find out I'm a werewolf and almost get killed in the process... and you're wishing you could've done more to help me?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, babe, I don't scare easy."

He laughed fully now, loud and joyous. It didn't last long, since he was clearly exhausted, but the sound made my heart sing.

"What on earth did I do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"

"You were a wonderful person every single day of your life, clearly. Now here, look what I got." Without further ado, I pulled out the snacks I'd stolen from the kitchen. Remus literally gasped.

"Did you get these for me?"

"Yup. If I'd gotten them for me, they'd've been gone already."

"You're wonderful. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Yes, but I can always stand to hear it again." We shared a smile as Remus dug into the snacks, his head resting against mine, and then I sighed. "So... what do you think the odds are of the rest of the Marauders helping me through the steps to become an Animagus?"

Remus choked on what he was eating, then looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not! I want to be there to support you, Rem, through everything. I guess... as long as that's okay with you?"

He smiled, then gave a little disbelieving laugh. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before snuggling up with me again.

"I can't think of anything that would be more okay with me."

"Okay, good. But I'm going to put myself in charge of coming up with a lie to cover the mandrake leaf in my mouth. I'm pre-vetoing anything the rest of you come up with."

"Probably a good decision."

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You'll Feel Better | Remus Lupin Oneshot

Word Count: 3.8K Requested by @blackloveangel13: "Remus Lupin" Paring: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: It had always been a running joke between the Marauders that Remus always had chocolate on him. But (Y/N) didn't know how it had started. After James, in a cruel attempt at a hurtful joke, reveals the reason to (Y/N) she can't help but make it her mission to change Remus' mind about the sweet treat.

A/N: the request didn't have any specifications, so I ran with a little idea I had been playing around with. I've always found the fandom headcanon around Remus eating chocolate to kill the wolf inside him. To calm that, I decided to put an angsty with a happy ending spin to it. Hope you enjoy! 💖💖 Also, I went with a fem!reader becuase the profile of the requester had the pronouns she/her 😊

The thing about rumors is that sometimes they are true. But the worst thing is when that rumor is spread amongst your own friends about the person you love the most.

The Marauders all knew about Remus’ lycanthropy. How could they not? He had trusted them with his deepest secrets, just like they had done with theirs. Hell, they had learned how to be Animagi for him.

But no amount of closeness could ever make the teasing die between them, even when it was borderline cruel. Especially when it came to James Potter. Growing up, he had been coddled enough that sometimes, he did not know where the limits lay. Everyone knew that he would never intentionally hurt his friends. Still, sometimes, his words and jokes cut too deeply.

And (Y/N) could take it most of the time. She was strong enough to face off with him. It was only when it came to Remus Lupin that she found her resolution unable to withstand his jabs. She would grow red with anger whenever James joked about Remus’ careful nature, how he allowed things to simply happen to him. He called him shy and awkward, sometimes scratching the line of coward. And it took everything in her not to explode at him every time. If Remus was there, he could keep her centered. But she would tear James a new one on the rare occasion that he wasn’t.

(Y/N) knew the side of Remus that their friends seemed to forget. She knew he shielded the witty, calculated, and intelligent side from the rest. It was what had made her fall for him. At first, she believed she simply had an affinity for the Lupin boy, that they had a connection she did not have with the rest of the Marauders. Yet, as time went on, she discovered that the sentiments she felt toward the boy were far stronger than those of friendship. They were emotions she could never tell him about, not without losing his friendship, and that was something (Y/N) would never do.

It had been a day like any other when (Y/N) had heard the rumor for the first time. It was spilling out of James’ mouth as if it were nothing but a joke. And maybe to him, it was. Peter and Sirius seemed to think so as they laughed at the pureblood’s words.

“Where’s Remus right now?” the raven-haired boy had asked as he sat on an armchair in the Gryffindor common room. He propped his feet on the armrest, dug into a box of Every Flavour Jelly Beans, and popped one into his mouth. “Ugh, vomit!”

“I think he went to the kitchens to ask for some chocolate,” Sirius shrugged. “Full moon’s tomorrow, and you know how he gets around those days.”

“Yeah,” Peter snickered. “His sweet tooth gets activated to no avail. One day, he’ll give himself a cavity.”

“Oh, lay off him, guys,” (Y/N) said, crossing her arms over her chest. Sometimes, she hated being the only girl they had accepted into their little group. She wondered if it was easier to be with them if she had been on the outside looking in –like Lily Evans, maybe Theresa Berlitz, or even Sasha Monnet. The latter she envied the most. The girl that held all of Remus’ attention, and she didn’t even care for it. “You know it’s hard for him to regulate his system after such a brutal transformation.”

“Oh, there goes the pup again. Defending her little boyfriend,” Potter guffawed. “He’s old enough to fight his own battles, (Y/N). If you’re not gonna tell him how you feel, let him grow up on his own.”

“Shove it, Potter. As if you didn’t need my help to get Lily to even look your way,” she spat back. “He’s our friend. I’m defending him against you when he’s not here to do it for himself. I know you have one, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a dick.”

The other two boys tried their hardest to hide their laughter, but their red faces instantly gave them away. And before they could stop it, they barked out their chuckles. (Y/N) saw how that made James’ face shift. His cocky grin was instantly replaced with an annoyed scowl. But he was never one to stay down for long. He always had something up his sleeve.

“Maybe you shouldn’t spend so much time defending him, (Y/N). Maybe you should spend more time saving him from himself.”

She felt her chest squeeze at his words. Not knowing what they meant made her spiral, going down a thought storm she did not want to face. “What are you mumbling about, Potter?”

“Don’t you know why he eats so much chocolate?” James answered, a smug look on his face. “I thought you two told each other everything. But I guess he didn’t want you mommy-ing him about it.”

“James,” Sirius warned, seeing as tears pooled on the corners of the girl’s eyes. “Don’t.”

But the boy simply raised his hand and stared deeply into the witch’s eyes. “Darling, (Y/N). I thought you were smarter than that,” he chuckled mockingly. “You know how toxic chocolate is to canines, right? The poor boy eats his weight in chocolate to try and kill the wolf inside.”

The words sent a pang to her heart. If they were true, it meant that Remus hated that part of him so much that he would have rather eat himself sick with sweets than accept it. The thought made her stomach churn, but it wasn’t as unbearable as the red-hot anger taking over her. She wanted to lunge at James, beat him bloody until they pried her nails off his body. She would have done it if it had not been for Peter’s hand on her arm.

“You truly are something else, Potter. He is your friend,” she spat, her tone poignant and enraged. “He’s trusted us with his deepest secret. Trusted that we are here to help him navigate it rather than beat him down over it. And you say those words as if they’re something to laugh at. You can truly be a despicable person, James.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Stop being so dramatic,” he laughed. “It won’t actually do anything to him. It’s just chocolate. It’s not like I’m telling you he ingested a death potion.”

“Sod off, Potter,” she responded. “It’s honestly becoming that the first bean you ate was vomit. It seems that’s the only thing you can spew from your mouth sometimes.”

She left her friends with a surprised look on their faces and left for the girls’ dormitories. There was no point in waiting up for Remus to return. He most likely would have returned long after they were meant to be in their beds, and she was too exhausted to face him.

(Y/N) cried herself to sleep that night, thinking of how much pain Remus had to endure. Not only was he fighting a physical battle, but every day, he fought a mental one as well, and there was nothing she could do. Well, not yet.

The next day, (Y/N) avoided her friends at all costs. She knew Remus would be excused from most of his classes as he prepared for the long night ahead, and the last thing she wanted was to face James. Even if he seemed to sport an apologetic frown on his face during breakfast. She wanted him to feel sorry. She wanted him to ruminate on the words he had spouted about one of his best friends. She wanted him to never again speak of him –or any of them for that matter–in that way.

Sirius and Peter were not safe either. Even in their Potions and DADA classes, where they sat either next to or near each other, she acted as though they weren’t even there. They had known that James had said that before. Their faces had told her as much. They hadn’t been surprised when the sound escaped Potter’s mouth. They simply didn’t want her to hear it. In her eyes, they were just as bad.

As the day passed, her anger had started to dwindle. Mostly because she felt lonely. Her only solace would have been Remus, and she knew she could not be with him. Not until the night had fully passed. She couldn’t even find solace in the rest of her friends. But instead of dwelling in her sadness, she locked herself in the library to concoct a plan. Nothing fueled her more than making sure that Remus Lupin was okay, and she would make sure he was.

That night felt endless.

(Y/N) spent hours staring at the enchanted ceiling she had created inside the secret passageway in Gregory the Smarmy’s corridor, watching as the moon moved slowly. It was the place Remus always went to after a transformation, too tired to head back to the Gryffindor common room and face his friends. Sometimes, he just needed some time to himself.

She clutched the Marauder’s Map tightly in her hands, thanking Merlin that Sirius had handed it over to her without any questions. Once the moon had disappeared in her enchantment, she looked for Moony’s name and watched as it inched closer and closer. And before she knew it, the exhausted boy stood before her.

“(Y/N),” he breathed with a relaxed smile on his face. He joined her side, sliding down the stone wall until he hit the hard floor. “What are you doing here? You should still be sleeping.”

“I’ve brought you something,” she said. She pulled a cardboard box out of her satchel and handed it to him. “I made you some peanut butter-chocolate cookies, and some chocolate truffles.”

“You didn’t have to do that, pup. A chocolate bar or two normally does the job,” he responded, looking at the treats in his hand. At first, he didn’t notice it, but once he turned, it was unmistakable. Her cheeks were stained with old tears as new ones fell on top, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “Oh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

Disregarding his question, she brushed back a strand of hair that was covering his forehead, revealing a streak of blood falling from a deep slash. “You’re bleeding, Remus,” she said softly, pulling out the first aid kit she always kept on her. “Let me clean that up.”

“There’s spells for that, pup. You don’t have to go through the trouble.”

“Hush now,” she sniffled. “Let me work.”

Her hands were gentle against his skin, working swiftly and gently, making sure not to disturb the wound any further. It wasn’t deep enough to require immediate medical attention, but deep enough that it would scar. She worked until not a drop of blood was left on his face and covered it with a bandage.

“Eat,” she smiled. “You’ll feel better.”

“Then will you tell me what’s wrong?” Remus offered, his brown eyes pleading for an answer. “I don’t like to see you this upset.”

“Oh, nothing’s the matter,” she smiled weakly. “Just eat. It’ll make me feel better.”

With a lopsided grin, he took a bite of a cookie, closing his eyes as he savored the combination of flavors. A moan of delight left his throat, and he rested his head against her shoulder as he enjoyed the entirety of the bite. “Definitely better than a chocolate bar,” he chuckled softly. “But I can’t promise I won’t eat one or two every once in a while. Can’t have you living in the kitchens the rest of the year.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” (Y/N) responded, trying her best to swallow the tears that kept threatening to spill. “I’ll make you all the cookies in the world if that’s what you need.”

“What I need is for you to be okay,” he told her, gently wiping away the streaks from her cheeks. “Will you please tell me what’s wrong? I don’t like to see you like this, pup. It breaks my heart.”

“James,” she finally sighed. “Something he said just rubbed me the wrong way, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“That Potter boy can be too much sometimes,” he said defeatedly. “What was it this time? Please tell me it was nothing directed at you.”

“No, it’s… it was about you, Remus,” (Y/N) admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “He said something about you I didn’t like. But what angered me the most was that he laughed about it.”

“What was it?”

“I don’t wanna say, Moony,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Darling, it’s James,” he teased. “He’s not smart enough to say something that will truly hurt me. But I don’t want you to carry it on your own. Now, out with it.”

(Y/N) took a steadying breath, sarong at the hand that held hers, tracing the scars with her eyes. “He said that the reason you eat so much chocolate is because it’s toxic to canines,” she confessed, a sob shaking her body. “That you believe that if you eat enough of it, it’ll kill the wolf inside you.”

An oh escaped Remus’ lips before he pulled her in for a tight embrace, trying his best to console her laments. It crushed him that he was inadvertently the cause of her pain. That was the last thing he wanted.

“Is it true, Remus?” Her voice croaked, breaking any ounce of preservation he still held. “Please tell me it isn’t.”

“It was at first,” he sighed. (Y/N) was tucked under his chin, and he could feel her body shake as she tried to breathe. He ran his hands through her hair, soothing her tenderly. “When I was a kid, I had read that dogs could die from eating chocolate. That even the smallest amount could do them harm. One Hallowe’en celebration, I gathered as many pieces as I could muster and ate them until I was stuffed. Ultimately, I ended up throwing up this sickly-looking brown mixture, and I thought I had done it. Until the next full moon, where I still transformed.”

“Oh, Remus,” (Y/N) cooed as she squeezed his waist.

“I guess I still associate the taste with those thoughts,” he continued, feeling the warmth of his tears trailing down his cheeks. “I can’t lie to you, (Y/N). Every time I feel the sweet melt in my mouth, a part of me hopes that it is weakening the wolf at the very least. That the more I eat it, the frailer it’ll become.”

“I don’t want you to think that anymore, Moony,” she said. (Y/N) straightened herself and sat before him, her teary eyes boring into his. She took his hands in her and kissed his knuckles. “Even if it takes me forever, I will make sure every memory you have with it is replaced by a happy one. If I have to bake a million chocolate cookies or make a million truffles –I don’t care–I will do it. I will do it until my hands bleed. I will do it until your heart doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“There’s no point, pup,” he said, his head falling in defeat. “It will not change the fact that I am still cursed. Forced to turn into a monster every single month. Always hoping that the people I love are safe from me, from what I can do. It’s a life sentence that I will have to face by myself.”

“As long as I am alive, Remus, you must know that you will never be alone,” she told him, placing a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “I love every single part of you, Moony. Even the parts that you cannot stand.”

“This is not a life I could wish on you, (Y/N). Not you,” he sniffled. “You deserve so much better.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find the words to say just how wrong he was. That the only life she had ever dreamed of had him by her side. So, she decided to show him. She leaned in and took his lips on hers in a moment of bravery. For a second, she thought he would push her away and remind her that his sights had been set on Sasha.

Instead, Remus melted into the kiss, pulling her closer to him by her waist. He kissed her as though she was the only source of oxygen in that passageway. As though her lips held the very force he needed to exist. As though she was his reason for being.

“I don’t want a life that you’re not in, Remus,” she said breathlessly, her forehead resting against his. “I want to walk beside you, for better or worse. And I want to show you that you deserve all the love and happiness in the universe. Even if you don’t believe me.”

“I’d believe anything if it came from your lips,” he smiled. “And as far as I see it, chocolate has now brought me something I never thought I could have.”

“Yeah?” (Y/N) grinned, popping a truffle into her mouth. “And what’s that?”

“Well, you, pup,” he smirked before kissing away a speck of chocolate on her lips. “I thought I was bound to live with my feelings for you for the rest of my life.”

“You thought that? I was under the impression that you were moping over Sasha Monnet.”

“Where would you even get that idea?” Remus chuckled in surprise. “She’s just a friend.”

“And why did you think that I didn’t reciprocate your feelings? I’ve honestly believed you were simply ignoring them for my sake.”

The pair exchanged a knowing glance before bursting into laughter. “Sirius,” they said in unison.

“I’m gonna kill that boy,” Remus said. “I can’t believe we’ve spent the past five years tiptoeing around each other when we could have been doing this the whole time.”

“Well, it serves us right for entrusting Padfoot with such meaningful information,” she chuckled. “I wonder if they’ve made bets on when we would notice.”

“You can best believe they have,” he joined in her laughter before looking down at his watch. “And as much as I would love to stay here all day with you, we, unfortunately, have classes to attend to.”

“You mean we can’t stay hidden in here all day and make out?” (Y/N) sighed dramatically and fell on Remus. “What ever shall we do?”

“We can always come back tonight,” the boy smirked. “Put that map to good use while we have it.”

“I like where your head is at, Moony,” she smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “But I do agree we have to go. I have to stop by the kitchens before breakfast.”

“I think I’m good on delicious chocolate snacks, pup.”

“Oh, it’s not for you, my darling Remus. There’s someone I need to eat his words. And I know just the way to do it.”

After changing into their uniforms, (Y/N) made a detour to the kitchen, bribing a house elf for a rather peculiar request. Remus waited patiently for her outside the doors until they walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. Their friends’ eyes followed their figures until they settled with them, sliding onto the bench as they had done many times before.

“Good to see you back with us, (Y/N),” Sirius was the first to speak. “I think I speak for all of us when I say we missed you yesterday.”

“Yeah, we’re sorry for being insensitive,” Peter frowned.

“And James here,” Sirius said as he shoved his friend’s shoulder. “Wants to say something.”

“Right,” Potter affirmed, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to make fun of something so serious, (Y/N). You know, sometimes I cross the line.”

“No worries, James,” she smiled sickeningly sweetly. “And to show that all is forgiven, I’ve brought you this.”

The witch handed her friend a small box, much like the one she had handed Remus that very sunrise. She watched as James opened it and, as he smiled, took a bite of the pastry inside. Their friends watched in confusion as Potter enjoyed the sweet, savoring every bite. They waited for a surprise. A jinx or a potion laced into the treat. But it never came.

“Careful, love,” (Y/N) said. “That’s a rhubarb breakfast cake.”

“So what? I like rhubarb.”

“Well, wouldn’t want people to think you’re eating it to kill the stag inside,” she smirked. “I thought you’d be smart enough to know that rhubarb is toxic to deer.”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter burst out in laughter as James’ face reddened in embarrassment. He sent the treat down and busied himself with his food. After that, the boy never again seemed to speak out of his arse. At least, not about his friends.

Many years later, at 12 Grimmauld Place, an older Remus Lupin sat before a fireplace when Harry Potter joined him. The man fiddled with the ring on his left hand, twirling it as he always did when he was lost in thought. Once he noticed the boy beside him, unconsciously, he handed him a piece of the chocolate bar he had on the coffee table next to him.

“May I ask you something, Remus?” the boy asked.

“Of course, my boy. Anything.”

“I heard some rumors about you and chocolate,” he said, his voice weak. “About why you always carry it with you.”

“I think I might know what you’ve heard,” Remus chuckled softly. “Something about wanting to kill the wolf inside, am I right?”

“Yes,” Potter confessed. “Is it true? Does it actually poison it?”

“No,” he laughed. “Your dear old father made sure that stupid idea didn’t die down.”

“My dad was the one that spread it?”

“In a way,” he smiled as he remembered that fateful day. “But do you want to know the real reason I always carry it with me?”

“Yes.”

“It reminds me of one of the happiest moments in my life,” he said before the door behind them opened. “I can’t eat it without smiling anymore, and I like to think it’s contagious.”

“What are you two talking about?” (Y/N) asked as she walked in, followed by an enchanted tray with three cups of tea and a plate of peanut butter-chocolate cookies. “I hope it is age-appropriate things, Remus.”

“I would never think of speaking of anything else,” he smirked as he accepted a kiss from his now wife. “My wife would never let me hear the end of it.”

After she chuckled, (Y/N) turned to Harry, inspecting the boy’s exhausted expression tenderly. Looking at him without thinking of James became easier as the days passed. But sometimes, she couldn’t help the confusion in her brain. “Oh, darling,” she cooed. “You look so tired.”

“I haven’t been sleeping great,” he shrugged.

(Y/N) handed him one of the teacups as Remus placed a cookie on a napkin for Harry. “Eat,” she smiled. “You’ll feel better.”

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Risky nights under the moon💌

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Angst

Summary: Submitted to the power of the full moon, Remus accidentally hurts the one person he swore to never hurt, how will they handle the complicated situation that takes place in Hogwarts‘ hospital wing?

Warnings: reader get injured but nothing too badly, Remus feels so bad about it, mentions of scars, language I think, let me know if there‘s more

A/N: this is probably far from canon because I honestly have no idea about werewolves but I hope you enjoy it anyway! And yes, in my head Poppy knows about the Marauders animagi abilities.

To be fair, you knew the risks. All of you did, Peter, Sirius, James and you. Remus knew you knew the risks too. Remus grew restless under the full moon, not that that is his fault. It was an accident and all of you knew that. Remus can‘t control himself when he‘s moony but he was always more gentle with you. Why Moony was that way no one knew but it started back in the middle of fifth year. The boys noticed that, of course they did, but they blamed it on the fact that the wolf can probably smell that you‘re a female not a male and he felt protective of you because of that. It didn‘t truly make sense but it was one explanation. Another one was James‘ theory. In his eyes it was all pretty clear. Remus was in love with you so Moony was as well but the problem in his theory? Remus hadn‘t realized how deeply in love with you he was.

Madam Pomfrey was by far the best mother-figure Remus ever had. His father hated werewolves and when Remus got bitten by one which resulted in him being one as well, his father had given him to an orphanage. Remus was only a kid, barely a kid actually when he lost his family through another man‘s revenge. Madam Pomfrey was caring about him since his first year at Hogwarts, she knew about his monthly trip in the woods and she tended his injuries with a care that only a mother had. She was also the only other person who knew about Remus‘ friends' little secret: that they are animagi. The woman had seen the worst of Remus‘ transitions, his first ones here in Hogwarts where he thought he would be alone and some where he came out with more scars littering his body than before. But this one was the messiest she had seen in all the six years the woman had known him.

You came in the middle of the night to the hospital wing with Peter by your side, helping you to walk. The woman barely had time to recognize your pained cries and Peter‘s helpless shouts for help before she saw you two. Your arm was around his shoulder to help you not to fall down. There was a big slash across your thigh that reached downwards to your knee. The full moon was still not over but that wasn‘t Pomfrey‘s thought. She already had a theory on what happened and she certainly wasn‘t ready for the morning if the night already smelled like trouble. „It‘s a hard moon?“

At her question, you nodded numbly as she led you and Peter to the hospital bed, thanking every God out there that you were alone. „He- it was an accident but he slashed me, Poppy, it hurts. Please, make the pain go away!“ Your cries for help broke the poor woman‘s heart. She knew that you didn‘t just meet your pain but also Remus‘ pain of hurting you. Pomfrey had her wand out as she warned you, „This will hurt for a bit, my dear, but it will numb the pain.“ She muttered a spell and you hissed in pain, holding Peter‘s hand a tad tighter for comfort. The short boy bit his other fist as to not scream from you grip and shook his hands as you let go of his hand.

„Oh, fuck! Sorry, Pete, didn‘t want to hurt you.“ Madam Pomfrey shook her head at your words, of course you would apologize to him when your leg got critically hurt. Pete waved his hand in dismissal and you smiled at the older healer, „Thanks, Poppy. It doesn‘t hurt anymore, you can work your magic now.“ The woman smiled at you and began healing you with spells, giving you a few potions against the pain and with that you called it a night, Peter sleeping on a neighborly hospital bed as you waited for the morning.

Sirius and James were worried. They already predicted that this full moon would be a harder one, Remus was more stressed and more on edge the week before the night, far more than usual. They‘ve been helping the scarred boy on full moons since fifth year and they got hurt a lot, sometimes because Moony decided deer looked fascinating tasty that night or because a dog was a good playdate but Moony has never hurt you. Sweet you who cared so much about Remus that even Moony was protective of you. The pair of best friends knew the feelings that Remus held for you but on the first full moon they realized just how strong they were. Whenever Padfoot, Prongs or Wormtail came close to your animagus form, Moony would growl or even latch out, shielding you from the other guys. This time though you got hurt and your whole group knew that it was Moony. He didn‘t bite you but the scratching of his claws did enough damage. You were bleeding and Sirius and James would forever remember the moment Moony‘s eyes shifted as he realized he had hurt you, precious, loving you.

Moony ran away after that, deeper into the woods and it was an agreement they made beforehand that if someone got hurt, Peter would go with them. It was nothing personal, obviously, but someone had to follow Remus and Peter was the smallest due to his animagus. This was the case this time, you got hurt so Peter helped you to the hospital wing as the two other boys followed the confused wolf into the forbidden forest. Remus was fast and more aggressive after he hurt you, Prongs and Padfoot almost got as hurt as you did as well but they always escaped in the last second before another critical injury was inflicted.

In the morning, Remus, Sirius and James woke up in the Shrieking Shack again. Remus‘ memory was always vague after a night in the full moon but this time it wasn‘t. Remus can remember exactly the moment the night went into a disaster, the moment he hurt you. And not just a small scratch, no he slashed your thigh. The three boys knew that Madam Pomfrey would come in any minute to bring them to the hospital wing and Sirius and James were not prepared for the upcoming storm of emotion from Remus that they knew for sure would come any minute. They heard the footsteps from outside just as predicted and a few moments later Poppy opened the door and held her hand in with a few old clothes for Remus. Sirius stood up, took the clothes and thanked Madam Pomfrey as he handed them to the naked boy on the ground. James and Sirius turned around as he got dressed, helping him with his pants or sweater when needed. Madam Pomfrey stepped in when they gave her the ready and together, they brought the taller boy to the hospital wing, not yet ready for Remus‘ emotional outburst.

The moment they stepped into the hospital wing, Peter was up on his feet to greet them. You would come too but Madam Pomfry told you to keep it easy and walk as little as possible. You watched as Sirius and James hovered him to the hospital bed next to you that didn‘t hold Peter moments before. James looked at you and you watched as his eyes drifted to your leg. His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes moved back to yours, he motioned to help you to come over and you nodded. Remus was already lying in bed, Madam Pomfrey next to it and already tending his wounds. James helped you sit up as Sirius was pulling a chair for you next to Remus‘ bed. The two boys helped you up and into the chair, Peter getting your blanket and throwing it over you. You reached for Remus‘ hand as his wounds were treated by Madam Pomfrey.

„How are you feeling?“ You asked the question as soon as Madam Pomfrey stepped away, eager to hear if the night got worse after you got injured or if things quieted down. Remus looked, understandably, tired. He had dark bags under his eyes and fresh wounds that were still fresh pink. His grip on your hand was weak but it was there, a sign of comfort coming over you. „Doesn‘t matter, how are you? I- I‘m so sorry that I hurt you. I don‘t know what‘s gotten into me-„

You interrupted him before he could even start blaming himself, the Marauders watching the interaction with heartbreak in their eyes. „Oh, Remus. It‘s not your fault and not Moony‘s either. You aren‘t you on the full moon and it‘s always a risk to go out with you and the rest in the nights. I know the risks of getting hurt and I did it anyway. It‘s not your fault, Remus. If anything, it‘s mine.“

The boy shook his head at you and tears gathered in his eyes. The three animagi next to you two looked at the scene in sadness. Whenever one of them got hurt on the full moon, Remus always believed it to be his fault. „I hurt you, I did that. You shouldn‘t even come to the full moon with us, with me, none of you should.“

James intervened with Remus‘ statement next, „Now, Moony, don‘t exaggerate the situation. She got hurt, yes, so did we all at one point but don‘t you realize that we help you a lot on those nights? You‘re a lot calmer and getting hurt is normal.“ The curly haired boy gestured to you, „It may seem bad now but Poppy‘ll fix her up in no time and she‘s gonna be alright again.“

„Listen, this is the first time you hurt her and she‘s tough, she‘ll get through this.“ Sirius' words made Remus flush slightly but the boy still looked as guilty as ever.

„Remus, every other full moon you kind of, like, protect me. It‘s truly okay if you hurt me once. I may not be able to properly walk now but I will in no time. And anyway, I will have a badass scar on my leg now and imagine how cool it will be when someone asks for it: „How did you get the scar on your leg?“ - „Oh, I survived a werewolf attack!“ That‘s pretty badass isn‘t it? I almost have to thank you.“ Your giddy smile and words made the group smile and even Remus cracked his tense expression up a bit. You had imitated voices as you spoke and it helped let Remus lose a lot. You reached your hand out to smother his brow, „I‘m going to be OK, Remus, don‘t you worry about me.“

The boys shook their heads at you two, „You know, you would think they‘d be a couple by now but no, they have to take their special time.“ Sirius mumbled words made Peter and James crackle and you and Remus looked at them in confusion. „What did you say, Sirius?“ The long haired boy shut up at your words and the group laughed as you and Remus shook your head at them.

Madam Pomfrey watched the group with a smile, the older woman couldn‘t wait to hear the words of you and Remus dating, having rooted for you two since she first saw you at the hospital wing after the full moon. Youmay not be together now but she knew you will be.

#harry potter #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #no use of y/n #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #fluff #angst #remus lupin fic

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Last Words of a Shooting Star

Remus Lupin x Reader

wc: 644

He was painfully beautiful. Even when he was sweaty with torn clothes, panting on the floor of the shrieking shack he was still the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. She, however, knew his beauty wouldn’t be hers to observe forever.

She was a shooting star for the whole world to see. Breathtaking for one second and gone the next, as if she were never there.

She had joined their tight-knit group at the beginning of third year after a run-in late at night in the woods behind Hogwarts. Having held the mandrake leaf in her mouth from full moon to full moon, and after procuring dew from a place where neither sunlight nor human feet had passed over for seven days she had become an animagus, after making it her personal extracurricular during second year. She was a fox. A red fox to be exact. Quick as a dart and horribly sharp like one too.

After many months of learning about the boys she called friends, she revealed to them her secret one awfully clear night in the middle of fourth year. Sirius and James were awestruck, Peter was as well but in a less obvious way, and Remus was quiet. She learned why the night after in the common room when Remus pulled her aside before she could disappear up the steps to her room. He had told her he needed help and that she was the only one who could provide it. He softly spoke about his lycanthropy, his hand still grasping hers. And she nodded and he knew no more needed to be said. She would be there for him, full moon to full moon for as long as she could be.

Through countless full moons, they had grown close. Something resembling love had also grown close between the two, and even though it was unspoken the majority of the time they both silently added to the relationship through soft touches and glances in class. She was unmistakably his and he was undoubtedly hers.

Fifth year the rest of the boys finally became animagi, after learning of Remus’s condition and also feeling the need to help. Whether he wanted more or not was unknown as the fox and werewolf had succeeded in their dicey rendezvous until that point. But Remus decided to embrace the care his friends were eager to give him and soon full moons turned from a party of two to a party of five.

Freshly seventeen two nights before Hogwarts graduation. She was the youngest, but it didn’t show in her maturity. After caring for her boyfriend before and after full moons for almost four years she had become softer, more content, more responsible, but she was still a streak in the night sky. Still a burning star that would eventually die out quicker than one hoped.

Now she was twenty, and the war was raging on worse now than it had been years prior when they left Hogwarts. Many things had changed, but he was still the most beautiful thing she would ever lay eyes on and she was still burning, waiting for the supernova that would make her collapse and dim.

The night she was killed while carrying out orders for Dumbledore, Remus swore the sky exploded into brilliant reds and oranges, but it was only for a second then it was over as if it were an illusion. When he was told of her unlucky fate by Sirius and James, he swore the sky exploded for a second time.

However, this time, he felt it in his chest, hands, feet, and most importantly, his heart. She was a shooting star that burned through what felt like the eight quickest years of his life, and then she would never be seen again.

As if she never even existed.

#Remus Lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter angst #remus lupin angst #remus lupin imagine #james potter #Sirius Black

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𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝

remus lupin x animagus!reader

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

summary: you and the marauders become animagi for the first time and you manage to (not-so-subtly) crush on remus even while he’s a werewolf.

w/c: 5k

･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind head on the pillow, i could feel you sneaking in

you hadn’t spoken to remus since last week. it wasn’t like the months before, where you’d slowly but unintentionally distanced yourself from him in favor of the animagus potions; no, this time, it was he who took to avoiding you. the day after your argument, he caved into sparing you a few brief glances. but since then, he’d successfully managed to shut you out in every class, at every meal, and disappear from the library and common room.

it was torture.

“what’s the incantation again?” sirius mumbled to himself as he flipped through the pages of the book that had begun to eat away at you each time you saw it. the guilt had nothing to do with the fact that you’d stolen an official ministry document from the restricted section or that you were using it to do something very dangerous and illegal, but because it reminded you that you’d sacrified your relationship with remus by choosing to become an animagus.

sure, you were becoming an animagus for him. but it still took all your self restraint not to spit out the damn mandrake leaf every time you saw the devastation and betrayal crack through his straight-faced exterior. in the past three years you’d known remus, you’d never once fought like this. you didn’t fight, period. there were squabbles over the best muggle literature and who got the last copy of a library book and whether tea or coffee was the most complimentary for a reading session, but none of those lasted more than a few hours or a day at most.

so yes, you’d rather have a girl’s night with bellatrix lestrange than this—whatever it was.

“ah! amato animo… a tomato? atonement… animagus- huh?” james squinted at the instructional pages; the parchment was limp from the sustained humidity of the dungeons and the ink had slightly bled, so you couldn’t blame james.

oh, you could, actually. “merlin, james. gimme those-” you grabbed his glasses from his face and wiped the grime and condensation off with the sleeve of your robe. “there, better?”

james’ eyes buggled in astonishment. “loads! woah, i feel like i’ve gotten a whole new prescription!”

you grimaced. “y’might as well have… do you not clean your glasses, james?”

james shook his head and his curls bounced along. “no, why would i?”

you looked back at the parchment.

peter elbowed james harshly. “listen up, mate. it’s amato animo animato animagus, ‘right?” peter rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. “not any of that… tomato rubbish.”

“i figure we ‘ought to head up; i think the ceiling’s already beginning to leak.” sirius shuffled his belongings together and tucked them under his arm. “up and at ‘em, lads! and… lass.”

you waved him off. “nah, i figure i count as one of the lads now. i’ve seen all of you half naked, ‘cept for james, who was full naked. we’re forever now.”

your group ascended the stairs, footsteps and voices echoing off the stone walls. peter laughed heartily. “i think you’re right. you ‘oughtta be a full marauder, at this point.”

james nodded. “yeah, and you even know about moony’s furry little secret! plus, we’re breaking so many laws right now and become ani-”

sirius slapped the back of james’ head as you slammed your hand over james’ mouth. james cried out, the sound muffled by your palm.

“what was that for?” james sputtered, genuinely in pain.

“you are the worst at keeping secrets, james potter. remind me to never make you my secret keeper,” you groaned.

“hey, i’m not that bad!” peter snorted. “i’d rather have sirius as my secret keeper than james.”

you all looked at the boy thoughtfully. james nodded and shook his finger at peter. “let’s be honest, the only person we should trust with secret-keeping is peter. or moony, but he’s not here at the moment.”

“shush, we’re here!” sirius pointed his head at a large window facing the hogwarts grounds. from there, you could see the lightning storm tearing violently at the branches of the whomping willow.

“well, you all know what t’do.” james sat on the ground matter-of-factly and pressed the tip of his wand over his heart. “amato animo animato animagus… hello? get to it!”

you all followed suit, though peter was chewing his lip nervously. “is this gonna work? i mean, we only had one sunset between finishing the potion and the electricity storm so we never did a sunrise incantation… will that be enough? plus, we started the spell during the storm, so will that-”

“shut it, would’ya?” sirius grumbled. “we’ve got- holy shit!” sirius gasped. “i- i feel the second heartbeat!”

your eyes widened. “godric, we’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

james nodded numbly. “we’re in deep shit.”

“ready?” you asked, clutching the crystal phial that had once held your mandrake leaf and the moth chrysalis. it was now a thin blood red potion, enough for one mouthful.

“y-yeah,” sirius whispered, knuckles white as he gripped the fabric of his robes.

“i still think it’s a bad idea to do this in our dorm,” peter fretted, always the cautious one. “what if someone walks in?”

“that’s why we’ve locked the door, duh.”

“-or what if one of our animagus forms is a-an elephant, and we break everything?”

“that’s a problem for later-”

“or what if it doesn’t work and we get stuck in a horrible half-transformation forever?”

james grinned. “well, that’d certainly suck, wouldn’t it?” he uncorked his bottle and held it up in the air. “cheers, lads!” with one gulp, he’d swallowed the potion with confidence. nothing happened.

you and sirius looked at each other, eyebrows raised. taking a deep breath, you followed suit, downing the potion all at once. similarly, there was no change.

“oh! we have to do the incantation again…” you flipped through the book, skimming for any missed instructions. you grimaced. “ah, the book reads: you must show no fear. it is too late now, to escape the change you have willed.”

“on that cheery note,” james announced, pointing his wand to his chest once more, “amato animo animato animagus!”

at once, james let out a strained groan. “fuck, that’s killer!” he clutched his side.

you figured it was best to finish this quickly. “amato animo animato animagus,” you mumbled, bracing yourself for the incoming pain.

you now understood why so few people decided to become animagi. the gruelling preparation process aside, this was the worst pain you’d ever felt (and that you’d ever feel, you thought).

“does anyone else feel like they’re being barbequed alive or is that just me?” peter gasped.

“barbequed? you’re too white to have any barbeque seasoning… ah!”

“this is no time for joking!”

“it’s always time for-” james was abruptly cut off.

“what in godric’s name-” sirius sobbed through his pain, marveling at the stag that had taken james’ place.

of course james was the first to transform. he was always a bit of an overacheiver.

“ohh, i’m really feeling that double heartbeat now,” you panted, curled into the fetal position. james looked like he wanted to move over to you, but he knew better. peter was right—what if someone’s animagus was an elephant? james didn’t want to be in the way for that transformation.

“oh my go-”

when had the world become so small? everything had changed color… this was it. you were in so much pain that you were beginning to hallucinate; the next stage would be unconsciousness.

no, that wasn’t right. your nose twitched. why was your nose twitching? you couldn’t control it. god, the dorm smelled horrible. looking at your feet—well, they were no longer feet—you were confronted with the truth: your animagus was a rabbit.

a damn rabbit? you thought. why couldn’t i be something cool, like a bear? or a gryffindor lion? well, i suppose that wouldn’t be very inconspicuous… the marauders are going to tease me relentlessly for this…

you hopped—hopped!—towards your new and alarmingly large friends. sirius was a large black dog with long, coarse hair. he licked you eagerly, covering you in drool, and you wished that you were something larger so that you could bit him in retaliation. you felt humiliated as you leaned onto your haunches and cleaned your face in the way rabbits did—yes, the marauders weren’t ever going to let you live this down.

james the stag waved his head up and down like he was laughing. oh, how you wished you were a human so you could slap him. you’d have to settle for some angry foot stomping.

and peter… poor peter was a rat. a cruel part of you was delighted in peter’s unfortunate animagus form. it would take the ruthless commentary off of you.

but just like that, your fun was cut short. the doorknob was rattling aggressively, the noise only enhanced by your new senses. it seemed that sirius’ senses had also improved, as he seemed to panic as he sniffed the air. he growled lowly, slinking backwards until he was beside a bed and out of view from the doorway.

your ears swivelled and you caught a quiet voice. “alohamora.” it was then that you discovered a benefit to your animagus form: skittishness. your reflexes seemed to take over as you scurried ungracefully beneath the same bed that sirius was taking refuge behind. you couldn’t see much.

there was a bark. sirius’ bark. and then a loud clanging. and then a slam, followed by hesitantly approaching footsteps and a string of expletives.

it was remus.

“what. the. fuck.”

we can explain! you wanted to say, but another thing you discovered was that you couldn’t speak—not just in terms of human words, but you couldn’t bark like sirius or squeak like peter. so you thumped.

“did- did sirius put you in here? james? peter?” remus appeared to be going insane. “what was that? that noise?” he bent down to inspect the thump from beneath the bed and caught sight of a bunny rabbit, its bright eyes glowing back at him. his breath hitched in his throat.

“whaaaa- oh shit. there’s four of you. oh shiiiit.” remus pulled his head from under the bed and you wriggled towards him, following curiously. remus stepped backwards, appalled, pulling at his unruly hair which he’d stopped taking care of at the same time he’d stopped talking to you.

he rubbed his eyes. “no,” he whispered. “no, no, no.” remus turned around, left the room, and slammed the door behind him. you looked at peter, who was even smaller than you were, who squeaked a few times in response. james and sirius had yet to make much nose, which was smart—they didn’t want to draw attention from any other gryffindors.

the door flew open and remus entered once more, pointing a shaky, accusatory finger at the four of you. “i swear to merlin, i’ll kill you if you’re what i think you are. who i think you are,” he hissed.

your nose twitched aggressively as you shut your eyes, trying your best to transform back so you could defend yourself. you fell to your stomach, banging your cheek on the floor, as you returned to your human form. you thanked whoever created the rules of magic for allowing animagus transformers to keep their clothing.

“rem, please don’t-” you huffed, picking yourself up and rubbing your head. remus scrambled towards you, crouching down and pulling you into his arms wordlessly. caught off guard, you let yourself fall into his embrace, finding yourself surrounded by the scent that you’d missed for months. you buried your nose deeper into the crook of his neck. perhaps you were imagining it, but it seemed that you could smell more clearly even in human form.

remus stood, dragging you with him, and you stood in his arms limply, exhausted from the effort and extraneousness of the transformation. you wrapped your arms around his body, as he did yours, and closed your eyes. it was easy to pretend that three teenage boys were not currently in this room as illegally tranformed animagi while you were in the arms of your best friend, a werewolf, who you were madly in love with.

(the last part was a lie. you were very much aware that you were standing in remus’ arms.)

when james, sirius, and peter all became human once more, remus put his hands on your shoulders and walked you backwards so you could join the other marauders in their guilty little huddle.

“what have you done?” remus whispered, horrified.

you raised your hands in the air and shook them. “ta-da!”

it was very silent. to be fair, there wasn’t any precedent for “things to say after you went behind your best friend’s back and committed an extremely dangerous and illegal act in order to help him through a monthly werewolf transformation which is also dangerous and also most likely breaks many, many regulations.”

then sirius said. “in our defense-”

he only spurred on a panicked frenzy from remus. “merlin, how long- how did you- this is dangerous! and illegal! and- why would you- damn it, does this have something to do with me being a w- with my condition?” he hissed furiously.

“no! well… yes,” peter admitted bashfully.

“i’m sorry! we were trying to help. we thought that being around animals could distract the werewolf from hurting itself, and we’d be safe since we’re not human,” james hurriedly explained. “and we were careful and hey, it all turned out okay, right? no weird human-animal horror hybrids!”

remus paced, gnawing anxiously on one of his knuckles.

“rem, we didn’t mean to-”

“and you told her!” he snarled, pushing you aside and going straight for james. there was no logical sense to it—james wasn’t the only one who told you about the plan. “you fucking told her! i asked for one thing-”

“technically it was like, three things-”

“and you- damn it!” remus gasped for breath, dragging his hands down his face.

“‘tell her?’ tell who, me?” you interjected. “the fuck were you thinking; keeping secrets from me? i’m the one who bloody found this out in the first place! why are you talking about me behind my back?” you scoffed. “what, do you think i’m not man enough to handle whatever it was that you talked about?”

remus grabbed your shoulders once more, shaking you slightly. “i don’t want you involved in this! i don’t want you here!” he looked distressed. “that’s not what- no, i don’t want you to put yourself in danger because i knew my idiot friends were going to try something! i care about you too much to- merlin, you shouldn’t have.” then he ripped his hands from you like he’d burned himself.

“you don’t care about us?” sirius pouted, trying to lighten the mood.

“how did you even pull this off?” remus sat on his bed, defeated. “i mean, when did you even have time for this? how’d you even know how to?”

you pursed your lips to hide your smug smile. “i raided the restricted section,”

“you mean we-”

“and the potions closet, and got access to the dungeons…”

peter chimed in excitedly. “and i stole- got the phials, and the moth chrysali—don’t even ask—by the way, and sirius… held the map, and james… was our team leader. isn’t that right, james?”

james nodded.

remus buried his face in his pillow, trying to remain quiet as tears stubbornly forced themselves out of his eyes. he hated his friends. he hated their recklessness and stupidity and outrageousness. but most of all, he hated that he loved them.

“we only did it for you, moony.” james looked over at remus sadly, trying to gague his state.

remus hiccuped. “i’m a monster. i just- i don’t understand why you’d-”

you rushed to remus’ side, perching yourself on the edge of his mattress and laying a hand on his head, stroking his hair. “i’d- we’d do anything. anything for our moony.”

you were back by that window, the one where you and the marauders and uttered the animagus incantation. there was no storm this time, and the branches of the whomping willow almost seemed relaxed as they drooped loosely, allowing themselves to sway with the wind. there was an odd semblance of peace.

you jumped slightly as remus placed a hand on your shoulder. caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t heard him arrive.

“sorry,” he muttered. he looked out the window with you.

hit by a stroke of bravery, you brought your hand up to cover his, coaxing it off your shoulder. you let his hand fall to his side, where you tangled his fingers in yours. it was nice, albeit a little uncomfortable. his hands were much larger than your and your fingers didn’t quite fit together.

“the full moon’s tonight.” you sighed heavily. “shouldn’t you be resting?”

“i’m alright. i’m used to it.”

“you shouldn’t be. you shouldn’t have to get used to- all of this. i wish you didn’t have to- to suffer.”

remus smiled sadly, turning to look at you. “i wish that too.”

you looked down at the ground. “me and the boys are going to come with you tonight,” you stated. there was no room for questioning.

“what?”

you lowered you voice. “after pomfrey brings you down to the shack, we’re going to sneak out and meet you there. we’ll be in our animagus form before you transform. that way, you don’t have to be alone.”

“have you lost it?” remus laughed incredulously. his hand broke free from your so he could cup your cheeks softly. “no, you’re not.”

“we’re not, or i’m not?” you murmured. “i know you think differently of me. but i don’t want you to. i’m not- not weak, or naive, or helpless, remus. i’m just as good as the other marauders.”

“no, i don’t think that of you. quite frankly, i think you’re stronger and cleverer and better than all of them combined. i just don’t want- i couldn’t handle it if you got hurt. especially if it was because of me. i-”

“moony, you would never hurt me. i know you wouldn’t; there’s no hesitance in my heart. and i’m a rabbit,”

“yes, you’re a rabbit, do you not see how-”

“i’m a rabbit, which means i’m fast. i can get away if i really need to—which i won’t, because you’re not going to hurt me.”

“how do you know that? how can you be sure?”

“let’s say i’ve done my research. i did check out that book, remember?”

“don’t come near me with your damn prongs!” sirius laughed, pushing james’ head away as he pretended to butt into sirius’ chest with the crown of his head. the four of you had yet to transform, still reviewing the logistics in the boys’ dorm.

“prongs! i like that.” you declared. “i think we all need code names. moony has one. james can be prongs.”

“hey, that’s not nearly as cool as moony!”

sirius snorted. “peter should be wormtail. the first thing i saw when he was transformed was his tail, and i really thought his animagus was going to be a worm!”

it was peter’s turn to be outraged. “are you serious? that’s so-”

“‘course i’m sirius! i’m always sirius.”

“if we’re going by first impressions, i say sirius should be padfoot. i’m being ser- i’m not kidding, have you seen his paws? they’re like pillows; mine are perfectly normal, thank you,” you sniffed.

“alright, and what’ll you be?”

james gestured at you from head to toe. “hopper.” he declared.

“i’ll take it! y’know what, i’ll take it.”

“‘right then, folks! we better get going. have you got the map?” james dug through a heap of junk.

“we finished it?” peter questioned.

“yeah, hopper helped with the dungeons area. we just gotta seal it later.”

“wait a minute, how come you get to be hopper and i’m wormtail?”

sirius held up the parchment triumphantly. “found it! i also found dog treats. who got dog treats?”

“that would be me,” you snickered, finding yourself very funny. “the house elves helped.”

you’d only figured out the travel strategy yesterday, and in hindsight, you should’ve practiced. the invisibility cloak was draped over james’ antlers with peter in between each one, and sirius stood by james’ side while you balanced for dear life on sirius’ back. it was much more difficult for you to cling on than it was for peter. you’d tried being down on the ground, walking alongside sirius and james, but you had gotten too close to being stepped on for your comfort.

peter had wanted to travel as humans and transform outside, which you vehemently opposed. it was safer to become animals in the privacy of a dorm room rather than on open grounds. you thought it was a bit unfair that peter, who had an easier time being on james’ back than you on sirius’, was so adamant about “convenience.”

it was a clear evening. you’d always enjoyed astronomy, but since discovering remus’ condition, looking at the moon had only brought dread upon you. you figured it must be a lot worse for remus.

you’d found that, in animal form, there was some primitive way you could communicate. you found it secretly preferable to normal communication with the marauders. there was no nuance or room for jokes, only barks with general meanings and vague symboling. it was effective, timewise.

“hurry up!” prongs nudged his head forward, almost sending wormtail flying.

“merlin, we’re trying!” padfoot whined. “i’m carrying a bloody rabbit on my back, so would you give it a sec?”

you pawed at sirius’ head. “i’m not that much of a burden! do you know how hard you’re making this for me? i’m on the verge of slipping off at every turn!”

“would you all shut it? i’ve gotta get past the whomping willow,” wormtail squeaked. he scurried to the base of the willow with the nimbleness that only a rat could process and pressed his tiny hand to a special spot on the bark. its defensive branches went limp, and the three of you pushed forward.

you jumped from padfoot’s back, scrambling to land properly. your rabbit body abilities weren’t very natural to you.

“moony!” padfoot barked. there was a flicker of recognition in remus’ eyes, though for the most part, they were clouded in discomfort. the four of you shifted back to your human forms, hoping to comfort remus before his full moon transformation.

“remus?” you whispered, so quietly that it oculd be mistaken for a breath. you crept towards him, who was curled into himself in a corner of the room. “remus, it’s going to be okay. we’re here!” you tried to lift his spirits.

remus shook his head. “i’m scared,” he confessed shakily. “if anything happens to you…”

“we’ll be alright, moony.” peter smiled reassuringly. the wonderful thing about peter was his ability to empathize with everyone. he had a way of calming his friends down during their lowest moments. “and if anything goes wrong, we know to leave immediately,” peter promised.

remus nodded, eyeing the ground warily. “you should probably turn again. it’ll be anytime now.”

within moments, remus was surrounded by four animals once more. you still weren’t used to being so small as a rabbit. you nuzzled against remus’ thigh, rubbing the side of your face against the fabric of his pants affectionately. remus smiled sadly, using two fingers to scratch behind your ears. you cooed.

there was a sudden snapping and remus inhaled sharply. he was beginning to transform. you backed away quickly, as did the other marauders, and watched as remus began the painful process of becoming a werewolf. you didn’t bother looking—it felt voyeuristic; wrong. there was nothing you could do to cover the sound of remus’ bones breaking, his well-worn clothing ripping and tearing, and the cries of pain that already began to sound like howls.

you wished you could cry yourself. unfortunately, the best you could do was stomp your feet and grind your teeth (which you did, violently).

for all that remus described himself to be as a werewolf, you found him startlingly beautiful. before you was a wolf, larger and slightly lankier than normal, that was distinctly remus. he had the same opalescent green eyes, the same mysterious and confident composure, and the same quiet curiosity. this was not a monster or a creature meant to kill. this was remus lupin at his most vulnerable.

padfoot whined lowly. “moony, y’alright?”

moony seemed startled; not threatened, but rather emotional. “i’m alright.”

“hell yeah!” prongs waved his head around excitedly, forcing padfoot to skirt out of the way to avoid his wild antlers. “this is so cool!”

“speak for yourself,” wormtail squeaked. “i’m still motion sick. moony, do y’know how we got here? i rode on prongs’ bloody head, like ratatouille!”

“what’s a ratatouille?” prongs and padfoot were equally puzzled.

you and wormtail shared a look that only non-pureblooded folk could understand. “don’t even worry about it. that movie won’t be released until nearly three decades later, and you’ll all be well and dead by then. let’s just move on.”

“can i come closer, moony?” you tilted your head, one ear sticking up quizzically. moony huffed in affirmation.

“it’s me! can you tell?”

“i can.” moony seemed amused. “you’re just as annoying as a rabbit as you are a human.”

you thumped in displeasure. “you git. i didn’t carry a mandrake leaf in my mouth just for you to insult me.”

prongs grunted. “you are quite funny, hopper. have you seen her binky yet? it’s so embarrassing.”

you thumped a few times more. “yeah? says the one with the death contraption on his head! plus, all you can do is grunt like a caveman. i didn’t realize it was possible for you to get any dumber.”

padfoot barked madly. “merlin, i love this. i’m the only one who can make actual sounds.”

wormtail scratched the floor angrily. “don’t rub it in, padfoot. or i’ll bit you and give you rabies.”

“i don’t think that’s how it works,” prongs corrected.

“it’s nice to see that you’re all just as insufferable as animals,” moony snorted, beginning to pace restlessly around the shack. “it’s too cramped in here. i feel like i’m suffocating.”

“couldn’t be me,” wormtail gloated. “perks of being a rat, i s’pose.”

“oh, shut it wormy. i’ll have padfoot eat you.” you threatened.

padfoot cringed. “absolutely not!”

“what, so you don’t think i’m tasty? i’m offended by that, you know.”

“hey, do you want to be eaten? ‘cause i-”

“can you all shut it?” prongs hooved the wooden flooring with a loud scrape. “you’re stressing moony out.”

prongs was right—moony was beginning to scratch at himself again, only able to entertain himself with your animal antics for so long. you leaped towards him frantically, and moony froze. he brought his face down to yours very slowly, like he was scared to hurt you. you could feel his warm, damp exhales puff through his nose and onto your face. there was fear in moony’s eyes as he examined you, so fragile in comparison to his powerful, muscular build.

“don’t be so egotistical, moony,” you scoffed. you found that reverse psychology type tough love was the only thing that would get through to remus when he thought he didn’t deserve kind words. “you’re not special. hell, i’m loads better than you. watch this.” you spun in circles as you became a blur in front of moony’s eyes.

moony vocalized what sounded like a laugh. “c’mere,” he probed, inviting somebody else closer for the first time. “let me see you.”

“i’m quite pretty, aren’t i?” you bragged. “very cute, if i say so myself.”

“precious,” moony agreed. “you’re my little treasure.”

you wanted to kiss him right then and there. you were his treasure. you discovered another downside to your animagus form: you had no lips to kiss with. you settled for a lick.

“did you just… lick me?” moony teased, lifting the paw you’d licked curiously.

“so what if i did?” you countered, thumping, thumping, thumping as you’d learned was the best way to communicate your annoyance. the boys were annoying you a lot today.

“merlin, we should call you thumper instead.” wormtail chirped.

“hey, i want a kiss!” padfoot ran over, tongue lolling, and covered you in slobber as he repeated his minstrations from the first transformation. he did the same to moony, who pushed him off seconds later.

“i’m disgusting!” you whined, rubbing yourself against moony’s legs. “ew, you’re so gross, pads!”

“hey, where did those names come from anyway?” moony allowed himself to lay on the ground so you’d be able to wipe yourself off on him better.

prongs trotted over, careful not to impale anything. “you got a cool name, so we wanted ones for ourselves. d’you like ‘em?”

moony dipped his head in approval. “very fitting. though i think i prefer love over thumper, though,” he cooed.

you preened. “i love you too, moony.” as if on instinct, you stood on your hind legs and lifted yourself to the underside of moony’s head, where you rubbed your chin on the fur there.

wormtail, padfoot, and prongs gave each other indecipherable looks. wormtail spoke first. “did you- did you just scent him?”

“what does that even mean?” you denied.

“yeah, we’re just affectionate, s’all.” moony added.

“good godric, i’m tired. is anybody else tired?” you whined, stretching your body until you were very flat and long.

moony nudged you with his nose affectionately. “go to sleep, little one. the others will wake you up when it’s time to go.”

so you closed your eyes, curled up against the warmth of moony’s chest, feeling his heart beat steadily against your body—the body you’d sacrificed months of time for in order to be here with him.

･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

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thebiggestnaturaldisaster · 2 months

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An Early Christmas Present

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This is the first not school related thing I have written in years. Its also completely self indulgent and for the most part something I personally experienced.

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Warnings: mentions of blood - this is fluff otherwise -

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Remus Lupin x gn!reader - no pronouns mentioned

Just a couple of months ago your close friends James and Lily had finally gotten married. It was a small ceremony but that didnt lessen the love or joy everyone felt. It was a long time coming, James had spent years pining after Lily doing whatever he could think of to get her to notice him.

Money is tight but still you lay there on your couch. Your long time boyfriend Remus laying between your legs peacfully reading. Your hand in his hair relishing in the close peacefulness, the book you hold in your other hand being long forgotten as your mind wanders. Christmas is soon and with that comes a plan to show Remus just how deep your adoration for him truly runs.

You can't help but laugh at him when he puts a Christmas tree ornament around his ear, mimicking something Sirius had made days prior. "Minerva was no different, you know? Cats and their small paws and high and mighty attitudes." He sneered while trying to hold in his laughter.

Tinsel is absolutely everywhere. Draped over furniture and little pieces scattered on the floor. Its easy. Sorted. Most importantly, it isn't in the way of the war currently raging just a few feet away. Swears are flying like the snowflakes outside.

You and Remus are tangled together fighting for your lives against the lights. You would swear they have a mind if their own, its the only explanation how they could tangle so severely after after being carefully put into storage. Would it have been easier with magic? Probably. Did either even remember that you could USE said magic? Not at all. The lights wrap tightly around you the plasric is cold against your skin contrasting greatly from the warmth of your boyfriend's hands trying to free you both.

As the lights are finally untangled you can see the tension leave his body. The way the light from the fire reflects off the bulb into his face is enchanting. You never minded the scars. Each time he came back from the nights of the full moons with a new wound you were there helping him heal. He hated it at first.

The marauders had a lot of secrets. They were pranksters sure, but you know better than most. Midnight escapades to the restricted section of the ancient library hell you were one of the few people who knew they're animagi. Remus shares everything with you. You let out a frustrated groan shoving yourself off out of your bed. The wooden floor creaks with your weight as you make your way out to the common room. Your eyes fall onto a familar head of red hair.

"Hey Lils, why are you up so late?" You ask her quietly trying your best to not startle her at the unholy hour of 3am. She turns her head with a slight gasp. Startled er anyway. Her eyes are puffy and her face is painted with the stains of freshly dried tears. The second you start to hurry to her side the tears come back. So you wait. You silently hold one of your closest friends into your shoulder until she's alright. It doesn't matter how long it takes.

"They-They're usually back by now. Why aren't they back?" She chokes out her words asking you a question you don't have the slightest understanding of. The scratching as they come out is audible. The guys. Your guys. You know they go ot and do whatever it is they do once a month, 'boys night' they assure you. Why would Lily be sobbing with worry lacing her voice because they're late returning from boys night? Your thoughts are short by the door to the common room opening. Their voices. Hushed. Worried. Tired.

"God Moony, you could at least pretend like you're trying to walk." James's voice was quiet but in the otherwise silent common room he might as well have been yelling. It earned him a growl from Remus. No reort or quip. Thats when you noticed the blood. Oh the blood. It covered his shirt, his arms, and even his face. You couldn't see Remus's entire face but you saw enough through the brown curls that shielded you from the worst of it. The others didn't look much better. You want to go to him, need to go but something is stopping you. A hand. A well manicured hand connected to a Lily who's demeanor isn't far different from any of the guys. She shakes her head, such a simple action has tears coming to your own eyes. If she spoke you aren't sure. Your heart is beating so hard you cannfeel it in your skull. The tears don't come until Sirius looks up and makes eye contact with you. He mutters something under his breath as his face contorts from pain to panic.

You didn't know it back then of course, but looking back it was pretty obvious that you'd fall in love with him. That'd youd move in together and do everything you could to make the pain just a little bit more bearable.

"Rem dear? Can we paint a Christmas ornament this year? It'd be cute to exchange them Christmas Eve." Your voice is soft, gentle. The smile on your face reminds him of the day after you found out he's a werewolf. After you yelled at them for 10 minutes straight about danger, lying, and worrying Lily.

"Of course dove. That sounds like a wonderful idea!" His voice is chipper. A similar tone to his old days of pranking. A plan was hatching you just weren't sure what. It was mutual.

You sat at the table paint in hand doing your best to get the lettering just right. He's the love of your life and if it's going to take a little extra effort to make this special it was worth it. The table likely disagreed. Different colored paints are everywhere, different brushes, and oh the water cup that you put nxt to your now inedible tea. The letters on the sphere spelling ' WILL YOU MAR' taunting you. It doesn't matter how nice your hand writing is, once its on an ornament you've never written in your life.

You put the long finished and dried ornament on the back of the tree. It'll be better if he works for it you think. The fire is still young, it'll grow in a short amount of time, likely full size by the time your teas cool enough to drink. A content sigh escapes through your lips as you look around. Your home is small but its full of love and memories. Remus has had trouble finding work due to his affliction, but that isn't to say he does nothing. He works odd jobs and when there's nothing he makes sure your house is tidy and fixes whatever he can if it breaks. He will never admit how guilty he feels, but you know. Each book on the shelves, each cup on the cupboard, and even each stitch in the quilt you made together shows the amount of care you have for eachother. The pain just as much as the love.

Remus gets up quickly, only a moment after finishing his tea. You watch as he takes a breath and gently takes your hand in his. His hand is calloused and scarred but the feel the feeling is familar and calming. Each scar a mark of honor to you, but another thing to be ashamed of to him. He brings you next to the tree and prompts you to close your eyes. It feels like an eternity before you feel something round in your hand.

"Yours is on the tree love. I'm sure you'll be able to find it." You dont open your eyes until you finish your sentence. His bavk is already turned to you, not that you could complain you feel like you're going to throw up. This is it after all. Your relationship is about to permanently change one way or another. Anxiety seems reasonable to you. You look over the ornament in your hand, scanning it mindlessly at first lost in your own thoughts. You can't tell Remus has nearly stopped breathing as he searches the tree slowly.

A laugh. You can't stop it before it comes out. Written in sloppy letters are the words you spent forever painting. 'Will you be mine forever?' There's even a heart. You slap your hand over your mouth immediately after the laugh. You saw his shouders and back flinch at the sound, just as you watched his hand close around your equally sloppily painted proposal. He straightens up but doesn't turn around.

"I know we don't have a lot of money, and I know you could do and deserve so much better than me and what I can offer." He pauses to calm his breathing completely unaware of the tears threatening to spill from your eyes "But please dove. I will always do whatever I can to make you happy and you will never regret saying yes. I love you and I solemnly swear I will always love you."

You cant answer. Your brain is reeling and your lungs can't keep up. Another laugh, with this one the tears come. The only thing you can do to try to ease his growing dread is to take hold of his wrist. Giggling, you can't stop yourself. It's not cute, its a mix of giggles and cries as you try to speak. His arm is tense you can feel his hesitation, like a statue not fully carved. You quickly tap at the ornament in his hand. He gets the hint you assume, because you hear him laugh. You feel hin relax under your touch. You probably sound insane to anyone passing by your quaint little home. His lips are soft against yours. They've never felt more perfect. He pulls you in, his arms holding you close, you wrap your arms around him trying to pull him even closer to you.

Your little home so full of love and life has never felt more comfortable than in this moment. This perfect moment with your fiancé. With the perfect plan to propose at the same time.

Neither of you needed a ring. You'd get them eventually, but there was nothing that could've made this moment any more precious.

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One : Wild Heart

Summary: The gang lets Remus in on their secret, while Sirius makes a move.

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

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI; mentions of drinking, language, violence.

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September 12th, 1975

She hadn’t been sleeping well.

Since the night of the feast, things had been strained with Remus…and that was putting it lightly. He had tried to reach out once, a few days afterward, but she just couldn’t muster up the strength to speak to him. She didn’t go as far as to avoid him, just made it a point to treat him like a stranger. Meals were now sat between Sirius and James, eye contact never straying to Remus’ side of the table. In the corridors, she’d keep walking past, even if she saw him turn in her peripheral.

The biggest heartache came during their second week back, when James pulled her into an alcove in the Defense Tower to let her know they had revealed the Animagus secret to Remus the night prior.

Her heart was threatening to leap from her chest, “And? How did it go?”

James dragged a hand through his hair, “He…wasn’t exactly mad…”

“So he was happy? Excited?”

James paused to find the right words, “More like…conflicted.”

She leaned back against the stone wall, wishing she was hearing this from Remus himself instead. “Jamie, just start from the beginning please.”

James sighed, “Well, at first he was shocked. He didn’t speak for a solid five minutes or so, just stared at the three of us like we were absolutely bonkers—“

“—can’t imagine why,” she hummed.

He gave her a pointed look and continued, “So after the initial shock wore off, he got angry, yelled at us for a good while. He actually sounded almost exactly like you, which was terrifying.”

She smiled sarcastically, knowing Remus had probably given the same reasons she had for not wanting to become an animagi with the others.

“Then when we pointed out that the spell had worked and all was well, he finally came around and seemed excited to try the experiment.”

Her stomach dropped. For two years she had been solely concerned with the negative effects of the spell and Remus’ ultimate reaction to his friends decision. She hadn’t even thought about the actual reason they had done it, and the immense risk now posed to them.

She swallowed, throat suddenly dry as sand, “When are you doing it?”

James Potter, ever the optimist, grinned at her, “Next moon is the 20th.”

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September 20th, 1975

If she had her way, she’d lock the boys in Gryffindor Tower where they’d be safe. Then again, if she had her way, none of them would be in this situation to begin with; she’d find another way to help Remus somehow, and the other three would never have to risk their lives. But even in the magical world, life is unpredictable and cruel, and all she could do was hold on and hope for the best.

The morning of the full moon, there was palpable tension at the breakfast table. She could feel the nerves radiating from Remus and Peter across from her, meanwhile, James and Sirius were vibrating with excitement; the combination of both was nauseating. None of them really spoke much, each just going through the motions until dusk. They all knew the risks, and not just the threat of a violent death. If the unimaginable did occur, and Remus killed one of them (if not all three), he would be locked in Azkaban for the rest of his life. If he was lucky, he’d receive the Dementor’s Kiss instead. In the blink of an eye, she could possibly lose all four of her best friends tonight.

It took all of her restraint to not cave and talk to Remus, to not walk with him to the hospital wing and tell him that he was a good person and she believed in him, that all of this would work. She thought about writing it in the sketchbook, hiding behind the barrier of parchment and ink rather than speak to him face-to-face, but she stood her ground against her better judgement.

After her final class of the day, she bolted to Gryffindor Tower to see the boys one last time. She knew Remus would already be gone.

As she climbed through the portrait hole, Mary shouted at her from the couch near the fireplace.

“Hey! I was looking for you earlier—“

She tried not to show her haste as she stepped onto the stairs leading to the boys dorm, “Oh, I’m sorry! I just had a lot of…stuff to do for classes today. I just stopped by to return a book to Sirius.”

She turned to head upstairs but Mary had already made her way closer and was now leaning against the windowsill.

“He’s been talking about you a lot, y’know,” she said lowly, even though the common room was mostly empty.

She glanced at the setting sun outside; she didn’t have time for this right now.

“Oh? Well, I mean we’re good friends, so—“

“No, this is more than that. I think he fancies you,” Mary smirked.

She needed to leave, the boys would be heading out any minute to meet Remus in the shack and if they came down the stairs she risked blowing their cover, on top of not being able to say goodbye.

“That’s uh—that’s—“ she was floundering. Everything in her brain was spinning.

“MARY MACDONALD!” Marlene was climbing through the portrait beaming ear to ear, “You’ll never believe what just happened.”

Mary’s eyes widened and she pushed off the window to meet their friend halfway, shooting her a parting wink before ushering Marlene towards their room.

She exhaled and ran up the stairs, thanking every god for Marlene’s divine intervention. Shoving the door open, she almost slammed into James.

“Hiya!” He grinned like he wasn’t about to be in grave danger in a matter of minutes.

She threw both arms around his neck and hugged him tight, feeling James return the embrace just as heartily.

“Please be safe. Please come back,” she couldn’t keep the fear out of her tone.

Sirius moved towards the door, “I have zero intentions of dying tonight, so expect a full debrief tomorrow. I promise not to spare any gory details.” His eyes sparkled as she embraced him next.

I think he fancies you, Mary had said.

She felt his hands gingerly slide up her back, leaving little sparks in their wake.

“Please don’t be reckless,” she said into his shoulder.

His laugh vibrated through her, “Me? Never.”

Later on, she would blame it on the adrenaline, but in actuality she had no excuse as she rose onto her toes and kissed Sirius on the cheek, lingering a beat longer than she should have.

He stared at her as she stepped back and quickly repeated the same gesture to both James and Peter (albeit much more briefly), in the hopes that none of them caught her blushing.

Sirius’ attention remained on her as James clapped his hands together.

“Alright lads, let’s get going.”

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The sleeping problem continued that night, tossing and turning until the point where she gave up on the effort entirely and decided to draw instead, absent-mindedly sketching as she tried to work through the cluster of thoughts jetting around her head. As the sun rose, she quietly got dressed and tossed her sketchbook onto the bed, a pencil rendition of a black dog, a fluffy rat, a stag, and a sleeping wolf encompassing both open pages.

She paced outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, waiting for the boys to emerge. They had class immediately after breakfast, so she knew they’d be leaving for the Great Hall any minute…if they had even made it back. For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to enter the common room, so she remained outside in the hall, trying not to self combust. As she made her millionth lap across the corridor, the portrait swung open to reveal a yawning James Potter.

The noise that left her was between a laugh and a sob; she’d never been so relieved in her life.

“You’re okay,” it came out as more of a reassurance to herself than a question for them.

James nodded as he yawned again, followed closely by a bleary-eyed Peter, and finally a slightly disheveled Sirius, who gave her a small smile as the portrait swung shut.

“What happened?” She whispered as James began to head down the corridor, Peter slumping slowly behind him.

“Come back to the tower after breakfast, I’ll tell you everything,” Sirius placed his hand on the small of her back and began to lead her after the others.

“Don’t you have class?” She asked, taking in his skewed hair and trying to see any visible bruises or cuts on his pale skin.

He scoffed, “There is no way on this green Earth that I’m going anywhere besides my bed and the Great Hall today, I’m knackered. I don’t know how Moony does this every month.”

“Normally I’d lecture you about the importance of going to class, but I’ll give you this one-time-only reprieve,” she smirked.

The other two were almost at the bottom of the stairs by the time they reached the landing.

“Oi! Prongs! Why don’t you slow down a bit, some of us are a little banged up,” Sirius called.

She whipped towards him, “What?!”

He shrugged, “Just pulled something running, I need to get used to the whole four-legs thing.”

She furrowed her brows, “…and what the fuck is a Prongs?”

Sirius grinned as he started down the stairs, “We came up with codenames, like Moony’s. James is Prongs, on account of the antlers,” he held his hands up to his head to mimic a deer, “Pete is Wormtail, for obvious reasons. And I’m—“

“PADFOOT. I’m starved, hurry up!” James called from the doors of the Great Hall.

Sirius raised his eyebrows at her, muttering a low “dramatic bastard” before joining the other two and heading to breakfast.

After watching all three of them scarf down enough food to feed the entire Puddlemere United Quidditch team, James and Peter headed off to class, while she and Sirius made a slow trek back to Gryffindor Tower.

Sirius threw himself onto his bed the moment they set foot into the boy’s dorm, pulling the curtains tight and motioning for her to climb inside. Shutting out the last of the light, he collapsed down onto the pillows and proceeded to recant the entire night to her.

They had seen Remus’ transformation in full, and it sounded just as terrifying as she had always assumed it was.

“I almost threw up,” Sirius said through a yawn, “watching his skin split and bones shift beneath the surface…it was rough.”

He then went into detail about leading a transformed Remus out of the shack and into the Forbidden Forrest, where the four of them proceeded to roam and race and hunt for the rest of the night. It seems like the wolf had really taken to it’s new companions, and when Remus had transformed back, Sirius said there was no new damage. After a bit, Sirius began to doze in an out, finally falling asleep completely. At the sound of his even breathing, she closed her eyes, immediately succumbing to the most restful sleep she’d had in weeks.

She slept so deeply that she didn’t hear Remus return to the room. She also didn’t hear him call out for Padfoot, nor did she stir when he pulled back the bed curtains to find his two best friends sound asleep side-by-side, Sirius’ hand brushing hers.

———

November 8th, 1975

“It’s really new, I’m not sure if you’ll even like them?” She held the wrapped square parcel just out of Sirius’ reach as he tried (and failed) to grab it. His birthday party had been in full swing for hours and he had already drank his fair share of firewhisky, the evidence written all over his goofy smile.

“I promise I’ll love it,” he lunged again towards the gift, falling off the couch and onto the floor beside her, “You haven’t failed me yet, Yellowjacket.”

At that admission, she handed it over, watching him tear open an album by a band called the Stooges. Her father had sent it to her, after having stumbled upon it months prior and thinking she’d like their sound due to their proximity to Bowie. The moment she heard them, she knew Sirius would be obsessed.

Clutching the vinyl in his arms, he sprinted to Lily’s record player, once again in its usual party spot by the stairs. Search and Destroy began to play, and Sirius turned to her with hearts in his eyes.

“How do you do it?” He mused as he flopped dramatically back onto the couch above her.

“Do what?” She giggled, watching as he closed his eyes and began to nod to the beat.

“It’s like you’re in my head…” he mumbled.

She stood, brushing past his legs to grab a drink from James who was currently handing out butterbeers to anyone that passed by.

Sirius grabbed her arm before she could round the couch, “Where’re you going?”

“To get a drink, would you like one?”

He pulled her backwards, the sudden movement forcing her onto his lap.

“No, stay with me, have Prongs bring them over,” he laughed into her hair.

She smiled as he swayed her to the beat of the music. The two of them had become much closer in the past few months, ever since her and Remus had stopped talking. It happened so quickly that she didn’t even realize it; all of a sudden Sirius was a constant, steady presence. Where Remus had once been her rock, Sirius stepped up and tried to fill that missing piece in her heart.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, closing her eyes and soaking up the night. Sirius idly ran his thumb against her thigh, a movement so slight that she could’ve imagined it. Could’ve, if it wasn’t for his breath against her neck.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” he muttered, brushing her hair gently to one side.

Her breath caught, “I—I wouldn’t have missed it, Siri.”

He pressed his lips to her neck. The kiss was gentle, but the shockwave it sent through her body was earth-shattering. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire. She turned her head, meeting his heavy gaze for an instant before she heard her name being called.

Remus was standing at the arm of the couch, map in hand.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly.

She felt Sirius relax his body beneath hers, dropping his hand from her thigh.

“Hey…” she tried not to sound breathless.

Remus fidgeted with the map, “I was uh, wondering if I could walk you to your common room.”

She glanced around the room, noticing that most of the partygoers had gone to bed, save for their usual group and a few random 6th years.

“Um…sure,” she got up, Sirius looking more sober than he had in hours as she turned to say goodbye.

“Happy birthday, Sirius,” she gave him a small smile.

“Cheers, love,” he winked, settling back into the cushions of the scarlet couch.

———

They walked in silence for more than half of the way back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. As she stewed in her anger and hurt from Remus’ lies and subsequent silence, she could still feel Sirius’ hands on her; the warmth of his mouth on her neck. Her skin felt too hot, she needed to go to sleep and calm down.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said abruptly, coming to a halt a floor above the kitchens.

“For what?” She kept walking, wanting to make him squirm for just a bit longer.

He didn’t move, “For being an ass.”

“You lied to me, Remus,” she turned on her heel, finally looking at him dead in the eye for the first time since they arrived at school.

The intensity of her stare made him shift uncomfortably, “I know, I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry. I didn’t handle it correctly.”

She began to stalk towards him, unable to contain the pain bubbling to the surface, “Handle what? You were made prefect, Remus. It’s not like it was some big, Ministry secret that you needed to hide from the world! I tell you everything…you’re the only person I trust fully without reservations—“

“—I know, I’m so—“

“Not anymore,” she squared her shoulders. She had struck a nerve, the way his eyes flashed gave him away.

“I can’t trust you anymore, Remus. I love you, that will never change, but I can’t put my full faith in you if you’re just going to shut me out whenever you see fit.”

He put his hands into his pockets and sighed, “That’s…fair, I guess.”

“So why’d you do it?”

He hummed in confusion.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She crossed her arms.

Remus walked towards her slowly, staring at the ground to avoid her gaze, “I um…didn’t think I deserved it.”

She shook her head in disbelief, “What’re you talking about?”

He began to walk in the direction of kitchens again, “Someone like me, being given a position of authority? It’s laughable, it’s…embarrassing.”

“Remus,” she hurried to keep up with his long strides, “you earned the title of prefect. McGonagall loves you, and you’ve worked so hard—“

“You don’t get it,” he shook his head tiredly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she tried to not let her voice rise too loudly since they were out after curfew, “I’m so tired of everyone acting like I don’t understand everything! I might be muggleborn but I’m not stupid!”

Remus winced, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Then what did you mean? Enlighten me. Help me understand.”

He sighed as they stopped in front of the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, “You don’t get what it’s like to live your life knowing that there’s nothing more out there for you after school. There’s no ladder to climb, no opportunities to be had.”

Remus didn’t look at her, instead staring at the stacked wooden barrels at the end of the corridor, “I don’t want to be pitied. I don’t want to be handed things like some charity case.”

“You weren’t though, you earned it. I don’t think there are two more responsible people at Hogwarts besides you and Lily, honestly,” she let out a half-hearted laugh, “the professors see that, we all can see it.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think the others would,” Remus muttered.

“Are you joking? Sirius was practically foaming at the mouth when he realized how much he’d be able to get away with now,” she smiled. No matter that he had lied, regardless that they had avoided each other for months, she just wanted her best friend back. Her heart yearned for him. As much space as Sirius had began to take up in her life, no one would ever be able to replace Remus Lupin.

He huffed a laugh, “Yeah I know that now, but at the time I was stuck in my own head, I’m sorry. I know you don’t trust me anymore, but I’m going to work on that, I swear it.”

She gave a small smile, and burrowed herself in his chest, his long arms wrapping around her tightly.

“If you pull this shit again Lupin, I’ll jinx you so hard you won’t know what hit you.”

He laughed, hugging her tighter, “Speaking of Sirius, how long has that been going on?”

She stiffened, trying to wriggle out of his grasp to no avail, “First of all, nothing is going on. Second, even if there was, it’s none of your business.”

She was never good at lying, especially to Remus, who seemed to have a superhuman ability to call out her bullshit.

Sure enough, the bastard hummed in the smuggest way possible.

“Okay, I deserve that,” he released her.

“Deserve what?” She narrowed her eyes in confusion.

Remus shrugged, “For you to shut me out. I won’t push you, I just—“

“Remus, nothing is happening! There’s nothing for me to tell you!” She held up her hands in exasperation.

“—I’m just saying, I see the way he looks at you. I’ve also seen and heard the way he flirts with the entire female population of this school, I just…want you to be careful.”

She shook her head, “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said with finality.

“Then stop lying to me,” she snapped.

Remus sighed, fighting a smile, “Okay, I’ll stop prying.”

He stepped forward and kissed her on the top of her head, “I’ve missed you.”

She gave him one last hug before turning and tapping the password into the barrels.

“Goodnight, Remus.”

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I am currently writing the next chapter but I have writers block and need some ideas to help with Remus and Lily’s(oc) date.

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Eight: A Family Gift

Characters: Nymphadora Tonks, Kreatcher, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Reader

Summary: Kreatcher is a smart ass, Remus knows (y/n) is hiding something and confronts her.

Word Count: 3,328

Warnings: Pain mentions, torture mentions, curses, Fire mention

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

Remus had tried knocking on (y/n)‘s door, hoping to talk with her and make sure she was alright after breakfast, but she didn’t answer. After a few minutes of waiting he left, walking downstairs to the parlor room where Sirius and Tonks were waiting for him. He shot Tonks a dirty look when he walked in, taking a seat next to Sirius on the small couch.

“Is she okay?” Sirius asked, hoping that Remus got through to her. Remus just shrugged, looking toward the fire. “She didn’t even answer the door, did she?”

“No, she didn’t.” Remus sighed, rubbing his hands together. “Did you fill in Tonks on everything?”

“Not quite everything. I haven’t gotten to the part with the mirror yet.” Sirius explains, looking at Tonks. “Almost forgot to tell you the most recent bit, You-Know-Who was spotted by (y/n), in a mirror down the hall from our rooms. Oh and Alecto Carrow is in the cell downstairs, Kreatcher caught her in her animagi form.”

“In a mirror?” Tonks asked, her hair changing from a cool purple to a bright yellow. “How did she possibly find him in a mirror?”

“We were all heading to bed, Sirius had a head start of course.” Remus chuckled, his friend gently elbowing him in the ribs. “I left (y/n) at her door and went to my room. I should’ve waited until I heard her door shut, but I was tired. Sirius found her a few minutes later, down the hall.”

“She said she heard whispers and went to see what it was. When she looked into the mirror, he was in it, smiling at her. She was shaking really bad.” Sirius conjured a glass of brandy and took a sip. “Wouldn’t let me touch the mirror either.”

“Why?” Tonks inquired. “Did she not want you to destroy it?”

“She said she would.” Sirius shrugged. “We left it in the hall, but when Kreatcher went to go find it, it was gone. I had him search the entire house, that’s how he found Alecto.”

“How’d Alecto find this place?” Tonks grabbed the drink out of Sirius’s hand, taking a sip herself. “I mean, between everything Kreatcher has put up to hide this place, pre-existing security from your parents, and the spells the Order have placed, this should place should be nearly as safe as Hogwarts. Someone would’ve had to have tipped her off.”

“Why don’t we go ask her?” Remus smiles, getting up and heading to the basement. Tonks and Sirius followed closely behind, almost tripping into each other halfway down the stairs. “Can you two behave? I swear, the two of you together makes me age even faster than the lycanthropy.”

“Oh come on, Moony!” Sirius laughs. “We’re the black sheep of the family, we have to have at least some fun. Especially at your expense.”

“Besides, Carrow is gonna suck all the fun out of the room as soon as we speak to her.” Tonks rolls her eyes. “Where is she exactly?”

The three of them opened the cell, only to find an empty room. Carrow was gone. Sirius swore under his breath, calling for Kreatcher immediately.

“Did I not tell you to put her down here, and to make sure she couldn’t get out?” Sirius barked.

“You said to put her in the cell, I did. I also spelled it so she couldn’t escape.” Kreatcher grumbles, looking at the empty room. “You never told me I couldn’t let her out if she asked.”

“Kreatcher!” Sirius grabbed the glass fromTonks and threw it at the house-elf, enraged. “What did you do?”

“I followed your instructions, and then Carrow asked for a favor for the Dark Lord. Mistress Black told me to always help the Dark Lord if asked, so Kreatcher said yes.” the house-elf smiled thinking of his old master. “Carrow told me to take her to Knockturn Alley, keep it a secret until asked. Kreatcher always listens perfectly, Master Sirius. You just don’t know how to-”

“Kreatcher, you’ve put all of us in danger!” Sirius yelled. “You ignorant, pustular, little bag of bones! I thought it went without saying, you don’t do favors for people like Carrow. Better yet, only listen to me and whomever I tell you to!”

“Yes, sir. Kreatcher won’t make the same mistake again.” The elf chuckles as he disappears.

“I hate him,” Tonks says, breaking the shocked silence in the basement. “That is the most conniving house-elf I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.”

“Well, I’d say it might be time to give Moody limited privileges of Grimwald Place,” Remus suggests. “Until we can find Carrow, probably her brother, and anyone else she could’ve told about this place.”

“Yeah, well who wants to have that conversation with (y/n)?” Sirius asks.

“No need.” (Y/n) said, standing on the bottom step of the stairs. “I heard you had Carrow in the basement this morning when you passed my room. The two of you can’t whisper worth shit.”

“We were going to tell you, we just didn’t know how…” Remus trails off, watching her walk toward the cell.

“His barriers are weaker than the ones I had.” (Y/n) told them, running her hand on the side of the doorway. “She would’ve just gotten out anyways, there’s a small hole in the back wall that Kreatcher missed. Might’ve taken her a while, but she would’ve found it.”

“That might be how she got in actually.” Sirius thought aloud. “We missed one small thing, one tiny detail and she found it. Still doesn’t explain how she knew where to find us in the first place but it does help.”

“Not to sound stupid, because I’m sure you’ve thought about it or have some reason why he wouldn’t know, but Pettigrew?” (Y/n) suggested, causing both men to freeze up. “He was friends with you for a while, right?”

“Yeah, but he never knew where I lived. Not that I know of.” Sirius says, trying to remember every detail of his youth, coming up mostly with terrible memories. “Except, when we were learning to apparate, I accidentally landed just outside, and he was helping me. He could’ve hoped to find something and sent Carrow this way.”

“You apparated here?” Remus asked. “You always said you were always perfect, made no mistakes while traveling.”

“I may have stretched the truth a teensy bit.” Sirius gives him a small smile. “But why send Carrow? Why not show up himself, he turns into a rat.”

“A rat with a solid gold paw might be a bit more suspicious than a random field mouse.” Tonks points out.

“Carrow is also one of the few people that actually listen to Pettigrew without my father around.” (Y/n) admits, trying to push through the barrier in the cell, watching as it cracked partly under the pressure. “She would’ve gone through this within the day, I’ve already cracked it and I’m not even using full force. In other words, the work upstairs is masterful, this is poorly made.”

“We spent over a week strengthening the ones upstairs, this was thrown together last second.” Remus defended. “Wait, you’re breaking it?”

“Well yeah, it isn’t hard. Just takes a little concentration on my part.” she shrugs, pushing the rest of the way through. “See? It also helps to find the weakest part of the spell too. The spells around Hogwarts are all the weakest at the direct top, and nearest the Black Lake. Although out of the two options, the Black Lake is scarier than open air.”

“There’re barrier spells around Hogwarts?” Tonks asks confused.

“Not exactly, mostly to keep intruders out, muggles and whatnot. Also, one to protect against apparition, which there’s a version of that surrounding this place too, didn’t show up until after the whole ordeal down here though.” (Y/n) explains. “But, yeah Hogwarts has a lot of protective spells. They have to be redone every few years otherwise they’ll fade away, lose their potency, all that.”

“Back to Carrow though, why specifically her? Why not her brother?” Remus closed the door to the cell once (y/n) exited.

“He isn’t an animagi.” (Y/n) tells him. “He’s not patient enough, or really smart enough to complete the ritual for it. Alecto is just insane enough that she pulled it off a few years back. She’s unregistered, surprise surprise.”

“How do you know all this?” Tonks looked at (y/n) in awe.

“I’m not exactly allowed to share my opinions at home, so I decided to get better at listening to people passing by. Dobby sometimes told me about stuff growing up. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to so he would punish himself for it.” (Y/n) told her, not looking at the colorful woman. “I’m more worried about what Alecto found while she was here. She wouldn’t have told Kreatcher to take her to Knockturn Alley unless she had something to go back with.”

“What if she was the one that left the mirror?” Sirius suggested. “We found her not too shortly after, and Kreatcher hasn’t been able to find it again.”

“I guess.” (Y/n) shrugged, her heartbeat speeding up with the mention of the mirror. Remus noticed this, his hearing picking up on the change in her pulse. “Well, if Carrow isn’t down here anymore I’ll go back to my room. I just needed a break from my book.”

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked as she turned to head up the steps, listening more intently to her heartbeat. It skipped again as she lied.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” she forced a smile onto her face as she answered. “You know where to find me if you need anything.”

Remus waited until she was gone, completely out of earshot. Sirius went to follow, but Remus stopped him, grabbing his elbow and shushing him. Tonks looked at the two men confused, still unsure of what just happened.

“She’s lying,” Remus whispered, just in case (y/n) wasn’t as far gone as he thought. “I’m not sure what about, but as soon as the mirror was mentioned she wasn’t telling the truth.”

“What would she be lying about?” Tonks asked, still not completely understanding.

(Y/n) found her way to her room quickly. She closed the door and headed over to the dresser, slowly opening the drawer with the mirror. She picked it up carefully, unwrapping it from the cloth she had hidden it in. This time the only thing staring back at her was her own reflection. She let out a sigh of relief, sitting down on the edge of her bed, holding the mirror. The electric purple aura surrounding it had dissipated, meaning whatever it was had either been undone or had moved elsewhere.

She wrapped the mirror back up and hid it again. Looking at her reflection as she closed the drawer, one end peaking out ever so slightly. Her eyes seemed off, but she couldn’t quite understand why. She looked into the mirror attached don her dresser, leaning in as close as she could get, trying to understand what was wrong with her eyes. She nearly screamed when she realized, her eyes had changed, a faint purple aura now coming out from them.

The knocking at the door made her jump, hitting her knee on the dresser. She hopped on one foot to the door, opening it up. Remus was at the door looking nervous. (Y/n) rubbed her at her hurt knee as she stood there.

“Did you need something?” she asked him after a few moments of silence had passed.

“I’m not really sure how to…I have a question to ask but I don’t know how to ask it.” He said, walking into her room, doing one quick look around.

“It’s about the mirror, isn’t it?” (Y/n) sighed shutting the door. She pointed at the dresser, not looking him in the eye. Remus opened the top drawer and pulled the mirror out, looking at her confused.

“Sirius said you didn’t want to go anywhere near it.” He held it up, his confusion turning into betrayal. “Did you lie to us?”

“No, not on purpose anyway.” she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her emotions under control. “I didn’t even know it was in there, not until right before I went down for breakfast. I wanted to- to say something but every time I thought about it, my head…” she groaned, frustrated with herself.

“Your head?” He scoffed. “I’m accusing you of lying to us, and you’re bringing up your head?”

“Yes, Remus. My head. I can’t, couldn’t tell you anything because of my head.” she groaned, frustrated. “I’m trying to explain, but I can’t say it out loud. Hell, I can’t even think of it without…” she feels the sharp pain in her head.

“Just say it, (y/n)!” Remus shouted, slamming the mirror down on the dresser.

“I can’t!” she yelled back, the pain worsening. “I want to! I want to tell all of you everything! But I fucking can’t!”

“Why not?” he asks, still not fully listening to her. “Why can’t you? There’s no one stopping you other than yourself!”

“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time?” she asks him. “I am trying to, but I literally can’t!” Her head feels like it’s on fire now, the pain almost to the point of blinding. “God it hurts! This is worse than anything I’ve ever felt!”

“What are you talking about?” Remus finally realizes something is wrong. Her heartbeat isn’t showing any signs of lying, but it’s beating rapidly. “(Y/n), I don’t understand.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” she half laughs, half cries. “And I can’t make you understand either! Just icing on the cake.” she grabs her head, stumbling slightly. “Just make it stop, please just make it stop!”

Remus looks back at the mirror and then at her, finally putting some of the pieces together. His eyes go wide and he sets aside his anger, quickly rushing toward her. He gently leads her to her bed, sitting her down on it. She’s sobbing, her hands both grasping her head, eyes tightly shut.

“I’m going to go get Sirius, okay?” Remus asks, not getting a response before he darts out of the room. He doesn’t even make it down the stairs, just starts yelling for his friend. “Sirius! Sirius! Something’s wrong! Hurry!”

(Y/n) doesn’t even notice that she’s moved, much less heard Remus. All she can notice is the pain, slowly making its way elsewhere in her body. It spreads from her head to her neck, and then once she feels like even breathing will kill her, it moves along her spine. She only notices someone else’s presence when they try to move her, causing her to scream in pain.

“What happened?” Sirius asked, gently setting her back down. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I-I don’t know!” Remus picked the mirror up from the dresser. “She had the mirror, I got angry and we were arguing. And then she was trying to tell me something, but she couldn’t say what it was exactly. Suddenly she just started begging for it to stop, whatever it is.”

“She had the mirror?” Sirius looked confused, grabbing it from Remus. There was a crack on it from how harshly Remus had slammed it before. “It’s not silver…”

“What does that matter? Sirius, look at her!” Remus shouted, watching as (y/n) curled more into herself.

“No, Remus you don’t get it. It’s not silver.” Sirius looked like he had just won a prize. “Whatever was on this, it must’ve made it look silver! But now, now it’s just bronze, not even a slightly silver tint. Whatever curse is hurting her has to be able to do that. And there aren’t a lot of spells like that!”

“So? She’s in pain now, Sirius.” Remus shoved the mirror from his friend’s grasp. “And she dealt with weeks of Cruciatous Curses. Whatever was on that mirror is now… oh damn. That’s what she was trying to say.”

“It moved from the mirror to her.” Sirius agreed, pulling out his wand and pointing it toward (y/n) “Finite Incantatem!” he shouted.

(Y/n) immediately felt less pain as she heard Sirius cast the spell. Though the pain persisted it had been dulled, instead of fire it felt more like very hot water being poured onto her. Much more manageable. She turned onto her side, keeping her eyes shut and covering her ears.

“Looks like it helped at least a little.” Sirius grabbed the mirror again. “We need to figure out exactly what curse this had. I can start checking the library, but you’ll probably find more if you talk to Moody.”

“Right, where is he right now?” Remus asked.

“You won’t find it anywhere.” (Y/n) said quietly. “My father probably made it.” The pain got stronger when she told them that.

“I’ll take your grimacing as a confirmation,” Remus said, noticing her tightening jaw. “Hypothetically, to get rid of the curse what would we do?”

“I’m afraid that’ll be on me to figure out.” She grimaced, slowly sitting up. “I can’t tell you anything, so you can’t help. It’s tailored specifically for me.” she groaned, feeling the pain growing again. “Can we talk about something else? Anything else?”

“Uh, how’s the book reading?” Sirius asks, eyeing the opened book by the window.

“Really? That’s what you’ve got?” she chuckles. “It’s reading books, not much can go wrong. Except for that one.”

“What’s wrong with that one?” Remus walked towards it.

“It’s incredibly dull. The second edition of ‘Divining the Great Beyond’ by Agatha Shortstring. Most of her instruction is basically the same five things.” (Y/n) rolls her eyes. “Meditation, tea, consultation, personal insight, and then discussion. She doesn’t seem to be very good at divination herself. She made three predictions at the beginning of the book that never came true.”

“Let’s see,” Sirius said, picking the book up and finding the predictions. He laughs as he reads them. “Number one; wizards will all die out by the 80s, leaving only great and powerful witches behind. All magic will be female.”

“Number two; muggles will embrace us with open arms after November of 1974,” Remus read aloud, a small smile on his face. “They will see us as friends forever more, allowing us to end world suffering in harmony.”

“Oh don’t forget the third one; there will be proof found of the existence of extraterrestrials by the time our world has 4 billion people, and they will choose a thousand people from each country to take with them to the stars.” (Y/n) recites. She feels the pain subsiding finally. She’s quiet for a moment, unsure of how to continue.

“Take your time, (y/n),” Sirius said, putting the book down. “But when you’re feeling better would you mind finding Remus and me downstairs? We have something to show you on the next floor.” he left, Remus, following behind, stopping at the door. He turned toward her, looking at her guiltily.

“I’m sorry I got so upset earlier. I try not to,” Remus started to apologize. “Anger isn’t one of my favorite emotions.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Remus.” (Y/n) offers him a small smile, but avoids eye contact. “I deserve worse than your anger. Besides, I know what you want to say. You don’t hide your thoughts very well, no one here does.”

Remus was taken aback at the new information. He wanted to say something else but couldn’t come up with anything. He left without saying goodbye, quietly shutting the door behind him. (Y/n) sighed, grabbing the comforter she was laying on and wrapping it around herself. She meant to shut her eyes only for a few minutes, but instead fell asleep, drifting into an unpleasant sea of nightmares.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵}~~

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🦉 The masterlist is finally there!

This masterlist officially (and sadly) marks the end of HP Animagi Week 2024.

I'd like to give a huge thank you to everyone who took a chance in this fest. Whether you participated as a creator, a beta, a reader, or a cheerleader, this fest wouldn't have been possible without you all, so thank you! Everyone interpreted the prompts with originality and wildly different pairings, it was a delight to read all your stories!

Creating this fest and moderating it was a real joy for me, and a long-time goal I finally got to realize. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to see it through!

I hope everyone had fun participating in this fest, and I hope to see you all next year for another edition of HPAW!

- From your mod @nihilisticnomad

And without further ado, let’s take a look at the fest’s masterlist!

📜 We had a mindblowing total of 29 fics submitted for this fest, and about 32 725 words written!

1️⃣ Day 1: Nook

Furry snuggles (Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter, 2.1k, G) by SiobanHazel

Scorpius is enjoying visiting his boyfriend Albus at the Potter's house, and this afternoon he's brought a little present. (Magical alternate universe)

Cats and dogs (Arabella Figg/Minerva McGongall, 359w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Minerva is as fond of water as any other cat could be. Which is not at all.

Enjoying the sunshine (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 365w, G) by ftmshepard

After a fight, Harry finds Draco sunning himself in a nook and they cuddle.

Lightning crashes (Regulus Black/Tom Riddle, 409w, M) by eggmett

Tom wants to be an animagus, but not if it means being a rabbit.

2️⃣ Day 2: Aurors at the door

What have you done (Regulus Black/Tom Riddle, 624w, M) by eggmett

Regulus knows Tom is up to no good. But he still doesn't expect what's coming.

Whines, Knocks, Shouts (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, 3.1k, E) by SiobhanHazel

A bit of afternoon delight at Grimmauld Place for Sirius and Remus, until...

Vigilante Tabby (Arabella Figg/Minerva McGonagall, 349w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Minerva takes matters into her own hands which results into an impromptu meeting of the Auror Department at the door.

What being in love means (Poppy Pomfrey/Minerva McGonagall, 2k, T) by sky_watcher_rose

An unexpected visit from the Aurors leads to a confrontation between Minerva and Poppy.

Dog days of summer (Harry Potter & Severus Snape, 3k, G) by ftmshepard

Harry asks for more occlumency lessons, and that changes everything.

Or: (Harry moves in with Snape over the summer after 5th year, gets better at occlumency and also discovers his animagus form.)

The Magpie Song (Lee Jordan/Fred Weasley - Fred Weasley & George Weasley, 200w, G) by lumosdrabbles (lumosatnight)

Six years after the war, Fred is still missing.

3️⃣ Day 3: Lost

When it's lost (Regulus Black/Tom Riddle, 597w, M) by eggmett

Love had no place in his plans. But Regulus was his lifeline to any sort of humanity. Now Tom was lost.

Lost & won (Sirius Black/James Potter, 1.4k, T) by SiobhanHazel

Sometimes, James and Sirius take off into the Forbidden Forest for some fun of their own.

Kitten on the run (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape - Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Severus Snape, 632w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Sirius Black is the father of masterful ideas, and disastrous plans.

4️⃣ Day 4: Soothing touch

The cruelness of peace (Regulus Black/Tom Riddle, 921w, E & Dead Dove) by eggmett

"There was something in his aura of melancholy and his unwavering devotion that Tom craved. But it didn’t stop Tom from destroying him. Cracking him into pieces over and over again, just to rebuild them in a way that better suited Tom’s plans."

Or: Tom tries to find comfort in a fleeting moment of intimacy with Regulus.

Hanami (Cherry Blossoms) (Minerva McGonagall/Eileen Prince, 511w, G) by SiobhanHazel

Did you know there are cherry blossom trees on the Hogwarts grounds?

A brother's touch (Regulus Black/Sirius Black, 381w, G) by cassetteinability & GoldenBi

A hard day had Sirius shifting into Padfoot, desperate only for Regulus’ soothing touch.

Protector of the Queen (Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger, 115w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Once an Animgus disappears into the wild it is almost impossible for them to return to Wizarding Society.

5️⃣ Day 5: "I'm sorry, you did what?"

Horcruxes and Heartache (Regulus Black/Tom Riddle, 1.2k, M) by eggmett

Regulus found it harder and harder to remain quiet as the days dragged on...More often than not, Tom was returning home covered in blood that wasn’t his own. It would have been so easy to magically whisk away any evidence first, but it was almost like Tom was proud of it.

Nibbles (Sirius Black/Severus Snape, 1.1k, G) by SiobhanHazel

Severus wouldn't say living at Grimmauld Place with Sirius equals domestic bliss, but they have their moments, both sweet and not-so-sweet. It's just natural that Severus gets irritated at Sirius.

Into the unknown (Helga Hufflepuff/Rowena Ravenclaw, 2.6k, T) by sky_watcher_rose

Rowena has been acting strangely all week, and Helga is determined to find out why.

Moose on the loose (Narcissa Malfoy/Mrs Zabini - Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, 278w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Some animagi are a lot more convenient for indoor activities than others.

6️⃣ Day 6: Injuries

The price of devotion (Regulus Black/Tom Riddle, 860w, M & Major Character Death) by eggmett

Tom returns to the sea cave, but doesn't leave the same person. Time doesn't heal all wounds.

Hidden whiskers (Narcissa Malfoy/Mrs Zabini - Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, 271w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Lucius is very hurt by the fact that no one cares that he got hurt. Really does no one care about him anymore in this house.

7️⃣ Day 7: Free prompt

The truth hurts (Regulus Black/Voldemort - Voldemort & Nagini, 439w, M) by eggmett

Voldemort stared into the fire, watching embers crackle and fly around the hearth. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring into its depths when Nagini slithered into the room to curl at his feet.

Lightning Strike, Loving Squeeze (Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, 3.4k, G) by SiobhanHazel

Harry and Ron have been Auror partners for over a year, and the Auror animagus programme leads to developments in more than just their careers.

Lectio Draconis (Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger, 371w, G) by Elvira_Kamgut

Hermione has a wonderful surprise for Fleur, it is a bit more surprising than Fleur was expecting.

#️⃣ Joker 1: In the library

A long time coming (Sirius Black/James Potter, 2.1k, E & Dead Dove) by cassetteinability

“You don’t wanna tell Remus that you put your cock in my mouth… so I won’t make you,” Sirius assured him with a questionable wink. “Keep quiet, Jamie,” he added, just seconds before he slid down his seat and underneath the table.

Or: Sirius is sexually deprived, and James can’t say no to Padfoot. Not even in the library.

Laughter in the library (Regulus Black/Voldemort, 464w, M) by eggmett

Tom finally asks Regulus to join him on one of his forbidden trips to the Restricted Section.

#️⃣ Joker 2: Firewhiskey

Fiery Sniffles (Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, 2.1k, T) by SiobhanHazel

Scorpius is back at the Potter's for the Christmas season, and he and Albus get up to some mischief. (Magical alternate universe)

And that's it for the HPAW 2024 masterlist!

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