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ellecdc · 14 days

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Hiiii! I have a request, poly!marauders x animagus!fem reader (you decide what type of animal) and everytime it’s full moon she turn into an animagus and watches hboyfriends (kinda lurks around secretly) as they take care of Remus. The thing is they don’t know that she’s an animagus, and what would their reaction be when they found out?

(You’re an amazing writer and your fics makes my day🫶🏻)

this was so sweet - thanks for your request and for your patience in me getting this to you!

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x fem!reader who's a secret animagus

Prongs was very confused.

This was the third moon in a row that he, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Moony had been romping through the woods when Moony seemed to get caught up on something.

He wasn’t sure what had changed; they always followed the same routine: transform in the shack, let Moony out, follow their trail where they can run (and roll, in Moony & Padfoots case) down a large hill, chase each other along the river bank, drink from the edge of the Black Lake, and slowly make their way back to the shack for Moony’s transformation.

Except, once again, they seemed to be caught up under this unassuming tree.

Prongs looked to his canine companion who offered what he could only assume as a doggy shoulder shrug as Moony yipped and stood on his hind legs in an attempt to see through the lowest bows of the tree.

The first time this happened, Moony almost took one of Padfoot’s legs off for trying to encourage him to leave the tree.

The second time, Moony could only be convinced to leave as his bones actually started stretching and reorganising themselves as the transformation started.

What was even stranger, though? After both of those moons, Remus woke up in a panic asking where you were and if you were ‘okay’.

It took Sirius shifting back into Padfoot and laying across Remus’ chest in order to provide grounding pressure to his chest before they could get him to calm back down and convince him that you were safe.

James hated seeing this side of Remus; the side of him that none of them had seen since before the Marauders told him that they knew his secret. He felt horribly paranoid, reclusive, and entirely too guilty.

Guilty for daring to love you even though he felt you deserved better. Guilty for allowing you to love a werewolf. Guilty for not telling you that you were in love with a werewolf. And guilty for lying to you about it every month.

Sirius and James hated the secrecy too - but it wasn’t their secret to tell. They loved you, but they couldn’t take away Remus’ autonomy when it came to his infliction.

But, tonight - the third moon in a row of this nonsense from Moony - and Prongs had had it.

Prongs bowed his head and scooped Wormtail up into his antlers, hoisting him up to the lowest branch of this damned tree Moony was fucking obsessed with and encouraged him to investigate.

Moony let out a little whine and a huff as he sat and watched the little rat disappear through the bows of the grand pine.

A squeak alerted the two animagi and one werewolf to trouble when the top branches began to move and out flew a large black crow with a rat trapped in its talons.

The crow gently glided to the ground about ten feet away from the trio and let go of the rat who quickly ran up Prong’s leg and situated himself in the safety of his antlers.

Padfoot - ever protective of his pack of misfit toys animals - began stalking toward the offending bird, sure that Moony was just as excited as he was about this impromptu hunt. It wasn’t their favourite - it was not a rabbit - but it would do.

However, much to both Padfoot and Prongs’ surprise, Moony quickly leapt in front of the crow and grumbled warningly at Padfoot, going so far as to bare his teeth at his pack member.

Padfoot tilted his head in confusion at Moony as if perhaps the situation would make more sense at a 45 degree angle, but it appeared that it made no difference when Pads ultimately huffed and turned back towards Prongs.

Prongs wanted to laugh - but deer stags couldn’t do that - so he let out a ‘bleat’ as the crow flew above Padfoot and teasingly landed on his head.

Padfoot, ready for a fight, turned to nip at the bird who simply jumped back up and hovered just out of reach of the dog.

Prongs was suddenly even more confused.

What crow willingly releases a plump, likely juicy, rat from its talons instead of enjoying it as their meal? And what crow willingly teases a large werewolf sized dog in front of his werewolf friend?

This one, apparently.

And Moony - usually very possessive and exclusionary when it came to the other creatures they came across in the Forbidden Forest - seemed not only accepting of this new addition, but really quite pleased with it.

But it was time to go if Moony’s flinches and groaning was any indication; the transformation would happen soon.

Padfoot moved towards Moony and affectionately nudged him with his shoulder, hoping to encourage him towards the Shrieking Shack.

Moony seemed to understand that he ought to go, but couldn’t bring himself to leave without his newest friend.

Somehow - to Prongs’ absolute astonishment - the crow seemed to understand what the hold up was and flew over to situate itself on Prongs’ antler.

Prongs - far too tired after a night full of romping with a werewolf directly after a full day of classes - acquiesced to being a glorified chauffeur for his smaller friends and led the way to the shack.

The crow sat quietly on the top of the old fireplace as the Marauders went about business as usual.

Padfoot convinced Moony to curl up on the bed so he would wake up at least semi-comfortably, whilst Prongs used his antlers to encourage a blanket up around Moony so he wouldn’t wake up completely nude, and Peter ran back towards the castle to give the lovers some privacy.

Once Moony returned fully to Remus, Prongs and Padfoot took a moment to shift back to their own human forms and started up on the healing process, completely forgetting about their interloper.

With a groan, Remus came to after James encouraged healing potion down his throat.

“I’m sorry, Moons.” He apologised in a whisper as he handed the empty vial to Sirius’ waiting hand.

“Where is she?” Remus croaked.

“Where’s who, babe?” Sirius asked, sharing a concerned glance with James.

Remus choked in his attempt to respond and both boys began shushing him. “Dovey.” He finally got out.

“She’s at the castle, Moons…she’s safe.” James placated.

“No.” Remus argued. “She was there.”

James turned to see if Sirius had any idea how to handle their boyfriend’s insanity when he spotted it behind Sirius.

The crow.

“You.” He whispered in awe, causing Sirius to whip his head around.

The crow hopped down from the mantle of the fireplace and landed gracefully on the floor before it spun and grew back into you.

“Dovey.” Remus groaned. James turned to see there were tears in Remus’ eyes, though he knew not what for.

“Hiya Moons.” You answered shyly, shooting guilty glances at Sirius who was still staring at you in shock and to James who was looking frantically between you and Remus.

“It’s been you?” James asked incredulously.

“How long have you known?” Remus asked at the same time.

You smiled sadly at Remus and knelt down beside him. “Long enough to become an animagi?”

“You sneaky little witch.” Sirius finally let out with a breath, sitting down unceremoniously at the foot of the bed to look at you.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.” You begged quickly; eyes darting nervously between your three boyfriends.

“You’re worried about us being mad?” Sirius asked disbelievingly.

“Angel, you’ve caught us sneaking around and lying to you.” James teased with a certain level of sincerity, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Do you hate me?” Remus whispered, eyes still trained steadfast on you.

You looked at him like he had grown three heads.

“Remus, I love you. That’s why I’m here.” You pressed severely.

Remus laughed out a sob and covered his face with his hands.

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck were you thinking?” Sirius asked suddenly.

“What?” You responded warily.

“Casually inserting yourself into a werewolf pack! What would you have done if Moony hated you?” He barked, flinging a hand towards Remus’ general direction.

You scoffed derisively and shot Remus a look like ‘can you believe this guy?’ “I’m impossible not to love, Sirius. Do keep up.”

Your cheek earned you a scoff before Sirius was launching himself at you and the two of you fell to the floor, disturbing layers of dust and causing the particles to dance through the air.

“You’re so lucky you're cute.” Sirius said in faux contempt as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses.

James sighed in relief as he looked back over at Remus who was watching the two of you with a look so full of fondness, James was surprised he couldn’t see hearts pouring out of his eyes.

“You okay, Rem?” James asked him quietly, pulling one of his hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Perfect, Jamie. Just perfect.” Remus said with a content smile and a single happy tear trailing down his cheek.

James was more than inclined to agree.

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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i’ve been meaning to request this for awhile because i love the idea, what if poly!marauders x animagus!reader and reader’s animal counter part is a raccoon so they call reader bandit as their nickname for the group. and maybe reader naturally has dark circles under their eyes and they prefer to be awake at night? maybe they steal little tokens from their partners like rings and shirts all the time too lol. idk if this interests you but if so i’d love to read it babes! -🌶️

Hi Pepper! This was my first attempt at writing animagus!reader and it felt a bit clumsy but I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting my love <3

poly!marauders x animagus!reader ♡ 742 words

“Where are they?” Sirius asks, stalking into the common room.

Remus doesn’t look up from his book, not needing to wonder who Sirius is asking about. “They crashed right after class.” He glances out the window. “But it’s almost dark, they should be up soon. Missing something?”

“My rings.” Sirius holds up ten bare fingers. “Took them off to shower after class, and now they’re gone.”

“Ew,” James says, coming in with two cups of tea. He passes one to Remus, handle first. “It’s like you’re naked.”

Sirius harrumphs. “You wish, Prongs.”

“Have you tried checking their stash?” Remus asks, flipping his page.

Both James and Sirius look at him quizzically. “You know where it is?”

Remus sighs. His bones creak and pop as he stands. “Come on,” he says. “I’ll show you.”

Your boyfriends mostly stay out of their dorm during the day because it’s so quiet and dreary. You’ve got all the curtains drawn shut, not even the tiniest ray of sunlight allowed to permeate your den, and you’ve burrowed underneath the covers of your bed for good measure. Remus leads the boys to the top corner of your bed, pointing to what appears to be a pile of shirts you’ve stowed behind the bedpost.

James crouches bemusedly, but at Remus’ nod, he pulls the top shirt aside. Sirius sees the glint of metal and drops to his haunches beside James, looking at the treasures you’ve nestled within the pile of shirts. He curses quietly, gathering the rings he’d been wearing that morning along with some he hadn’t seen for months. They clink together in his palm, and not a second later, he and James look up at the sound of rustling sheets.

Your face emerges from beneath the covers, and Sirius thinks amusedly that it’s almost like you’re peering out from the mouth of a very plush cave. “What’re you doing?” you ask, words slurred together with sleep. Less so when your eyes narrow on the rings in Sirius’ hand. “Those are mine.”

Sirius can’t help it; he laughs, and you glare at him (you’re really not as intimidating as you’d like to think, even with the darkness that rings your eyes and makes you look like a cartoon villain). “Oh, are they?” he asks you. “I seem to recall purchasing them some time ago.”

“Since when did you purchase them?” James asks, rising from his crouch to sit next to you on the bed. He pets your hair, and you relax as if you might go back to sleep, though you’re still tracking Sirius’ hand with watchful eyes. “You told me you stole them from your mum.”

“Well,” Sirius huffs. “Finders keepers.”

“Exactly,” you say grouchily. “So put them back.”

“Sorry, Bandit.” Sirius drops a conciliatory kiss on your temple as he slides a few of the rings on and stows the others in his pocket. “I found ‘em this time. Anyway, at least when I steal things, I actually use them. Keeping them stashed under your bed is criminal.”

You grumble, but you can’t rally much resentment with James’ fingernails scratching at your scalp so pleasantly.

“I think they do it to feel close to us,” Remus muses, giving you an appraising look. You won’t meet his eyes. “I mean, they’ve got your rings under there, Pads, and one of Prongs’ old necklaces, and some of my sweaters.” James coos as you sink further back into your burrow, and Remus smiles. “Did I get that right, sweetheart?”

Sirius knows that tone. Remus is laying it on thick and extra sweet, trying to get you to squirm. And it’s working; you won’t look up from where you’re toying with the hem of the sheets, but your face takes on a pinkish hue. You start tearing the edge of your sheet into little strips between your fingers.

“Oi.” James takes your hand prisoner in his. “Don’t start on that, we’ve already had to replace all the curtains.”

“Is that true, baby?” Sirius wheedles, giving you his most saccharine smile. “Do you take our things because you love us?”

You huff, your embarrassment revealed by the way you begin playing with James’ fingers. “Obviously I love you. You know that already. And you have nice things, so think whatever you want.”

Remus chuckles. “Alright, we will.”

“I can’t believe it.” Sirius looks down at you, raising an eyebrow when you glare. “Our Bandit’s a thief with a heart of gold.”

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revwatts · 2 months

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My Fuzzy little Problem

summery : Somehow your boyfriend roped you into becoming an animagi alongside the marauders. And now you can't get enough of your Animagus form. You find it extremely comforting So you often like to hangout in your Animagus form.

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff.

You love roaming around in your animagus form, honestly a bit too much. And usually James is incharge while you turn into the furry little cuteness. And it's become so normal that the students at Hogwarts has started to believe that James has a little furry cat as his pet.

You're always sitting on his shoulder or sometimes even on the top of his head, apparently you find his unruly hair fluffy and comfortable. A lot of time you make him wear his hoodie backwards and just hang around in the hood and rub your little nose against his chin.

James also finds it extremely comforting when all you want to do is snuggle with him. He loves to cuddle up to you after his quidditch matches in your normal human body but sometimes when he wakes up he finds that you had shifted into your animagus form and had curled up on his chest emitting loud purrs in your sleep.

He would simply smile down at your cute kitten face and just hold you close to his chest, his extremely soft hoodie cuddling you closer as you wake up with a big yawn because of the little shift in his body.

Even when James is roaming around the black forest in his animagus form, you love to sit on the back of the elegant stag and explore the forest with your curious eyes, meowing when you see something interesting. And after a while Prongs would sit you both down under a large tree on top of a cliff that you both found one day, while strutting around the forest lands, as you played with his giant magnificent antlers. Climbing up on them or finding a perfect curve to hang between or just tap them with your fuzzy little paw. Prongs would bring his head down to lay on the ground and you'd gently walk up to him and boop or lick his snoot in affection as he looked unimaginably adorable with that innocent deer-like face and big brown doe eyes.

Today, was just another day for you. Though for James, it wasn't. It was Friday, meaning his quidditch practice. And as the year was nearing its end, the quidditch cup stood in the schedules of all students. Your finals had been completed, it was the last week before the summer holidays. James was working his arse off as the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team. He wanted to make sure that this year he will be the one bearing the quidditch cup in his hands. He wanted needed to feel that pride as he held the quidditch cup in the air, while looking at the beaming smile on your face as you sported a prideful glint in your eyes and gazed up at him.

But today maybe he had pushed his limits. He was exhausted and could barely move. All he wanted was to go back to his dorm and cuddle up to you.

While James was contemplating his life choices in his quidditch locker room. You were in need of a warm cozy Friday evening. After all you had worked very hard for last whole month preparing for your finals.

You entered James' dorm, knowing you won't find him there. So, you changed into your animagus form and entered his dorm.

At first you thought there was no one in the dorm present. But then you looked over at Rem's bed and saw him snuggled up against fuzzy blanket in his big sweater, his head tucked soundlessly in the fluffy pillow. You were best friends with marauders before you and James became a thing. So, it was normal for you to cuddle up to one of them. You decided that Remus' bed looked way much more cozy than James' as for now. So you made your way towards it.

You jumped up and landed right next to the sleeping Wolf's hand. You wiggled your way between his arms and he woke up slightly by the feeling of something shifting against him.

"Oh hi there." He mumbled sleepily as he shifted you in a more comfortable position and scratched lightly behind your ears and soon you were lulled to sleep.

An hour or so later you were woken up by a loud slam of door. Your body jerked in fear as you had been woken up very rudely by your boyfriend.

"Sorry, didn't know you were sleeping. But my hands are full..." James offered a sheepish smile as he set his broom and quidditch kit down.

You immediately hopped off Remus' bed and jumped on James as he sat down on his own bed for a while. He smiled down at you tiredly.

"Hey there, my fuzzy little problem." You meowed disapprovingly at that name. James chuckled, seeing the little scowl on your face.

"Alright. I won't call you that." He put his hands up in surrender as you showed off your claws.

James patted your head for a while and chatted with Remus about his new book. After a while he sat you down on his bed and giggled as you let out another disapproving meow.

"Sorry, bub. But I really have to take a shower and then we can cuddle, Kay?" As James went inside as you heard clomping of paws running towards you. Looked at the door and saw an overly excited black dog run up to you.

He looked up at you and you booped his snoot with your paw. He tried his fake attempts to clamp at your little paw and in return you smacked him on his head. It was yours and Sirius' way to say hello. James and Remus often found it weird but thought it was adorable none the less.

Padfoot soon went away and settled himself on Remus' bed as Remus scratched his belly and gave him patts.

By the time James returned you were curled up on his bed and Remus was cuddling with Padfoot and both had already fallen asleep.

James gently picked you up in his arms like a baby and you rested your head on his shoulder as he pulled out some blankets and pillows. After he was done, he laid you both down on the bed and you nuzzled your head in his biceps.

"Darling, can you turn back. I really need you to hold me. I'm tired." He mumbled. His lips pouted and his eyes were barely staying open. You turned back into your human form without missing a beat.

You quickly took James in your arms and laid his head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through his curly hair, peppering kisses on his forehead.

As you gently rubbed your hand from the nape of his neck down to his shoulders you felt his breathing slow down and you looked down at him to see he was fast asleep with his head buried in your breasts wearing the most adorable look on his face as he exhaled slowly out of the curve of his pink lips.

And just looking at his sleeping form, you knew you were in complete love with this man. He was everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed.

"I love you." You couldn't help but whisper to him. And what you didn't expect was the lazy smile gracing his lips as he nuzzled further unconsciously in your chest.

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calliopesdiary · 5 months

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Get Well Soon

Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader Fluff

Summary; what happens when you catch a cold and can’t stop transforming into your kitten animagus whenever you sneeze, leaving the boys to attempt to nurse you back to health?

Warnings; None! i think there’s one cuss word but other than that it’s good! (; Just crazy fluffy!!

unedited, not proofread

“Does that feel any better, love?” Remus questioned sweetly, removing the cold towel from your forehead. “a little bit..” You mumbled, laying your head onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry you’re sick, baby” He pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead, “Sirius and James should be back soon, okay, bunny?” You nodded, you missed your boys, they were off at Quidditch practice so that left Remus to pick up the pieces. You always hated being sick, it made you feel so helpless and weak every time you were, and to make matters worse, you always felt guilty every time the boys had to get something for you, take your temperature, or even make you some food, but i you knew it was because they loved you and wanted you to get better, except this time, was different.

“I’m gonna go make you some tea, okay, baby?” Remus insisted he make you tea, it always made him feel a little bit better after full moons. “M’kay” You tried your best to keep your eyes open, you knew yourself, if you fell asleep you’d wake up feeling 20x worse than how you felt prior. You sniffed, feeling like you needed to sneeze, so you did, and naturally your sneezes were adorable, like a little kittens, per usual, but except this time.

*Poof!*

you were a kitten, not usual. You looked down at your tiny little paws, as you flopped over to your side, mewing softly in defeat, yet you sneezed again,

*Poof!*

and you were back to your normal self.

a quiet knock on the door, followed by your boyfriends quietly coming in, just incase you had fallen asleep.

“Lovie? you up?” a voice spoke softly, you could only imagine as your james, you poked your head up out of the piles of blankets covering your body,

“Jamie?” You mumbled, “Yeah, baby, it’s me..” He sat down next to you, stroking your arm, “You okay, lovie?” You nodded, even though you felt like shit but that was beyond the point, you were with your boys now. “Here’s your tea,” Remus handed you the cup, you sipped on it slowly. “Thank you..” you looked up from the cup, smiling softly. Merlin did they love that smile, “Would you like anything else, princess?” Sirius spoke up, hugging you from behind, shoving his face into your neck. “No, i’m okay, Siri” You put your chilly hand on the top of his head, patting it gently.

then— oh no.. not another-

“Achoo!” you squeaked

*Poof!*

You were a cat, again.

You flopped to your side again, mewing pitifully up at Sirius, embracing your embarrassment. “Aww.. she’s embarrassed for being the cutest little kitten..” James scooped you up in his hands, scratching the top of your head. “Moony! do you see this??” James squealed, he loved your animagus, he thought it was just adorable, like you. obviously you sneezed again, back to your normal self.

“S..sorry..” you apologized, feeling embarrassed. “Love.. that was the cutest thing I think i’ve ever seen” Sirius brushed his thumb over your cheek, “Don’t be embarrassed for being adorable” Remus spoke up, laying down, offering for you to join him, you laid your head on his chest as the others joined you. Remus stroked your forehead gently, wrapping his arms around you.

“Oi, Pads” James whispered, “M’yeah?”

“Is there some sort of spell that we can put on her that makes her always turn into the kitten when she sneezes?

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hartsider · 4 months

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“Fireplace” marauders x animagus!reader | 487 words

Summary: you lay by the fireplace with the marauders

No cw

Excited to describe fire crackling for some unknown reason.

You stretch your paws to press them into Remus’ leg. He pats your side with an absentminded hand as he proofreads this first draft of an essay. James and Sirius are playing Exploding Snap beside you.

The fireplace is lit. It crackles, warming the room. The flames lick at the brick walls of the hearth, and embers shoot up into a fiery cloud as a smoldering piece of wood shifts.

You give a little sigh and get up, stretching out before staring up at Remus. He's your only option if you want to lay on a boyfriend. You certainly aren't going to put yourself anywhere near those Exploding Snap cards. You'd have your fur singed off---not to mention you'd never have any peace with the sharp cracks that they produce.

You place your front paws on Remus’ thigh, but he just continues writing out his essay. You step into his lap and stand up to bunt his chin.

Remus sighs and looks down at you.

“Can I help you?” He asks. You mewl up at him. “I'm trying to write an essay.”

You're purring. Remus smells like the chocolate he had after dinner and something earthy. You bunt your head into his chest.

Remus sighs and pets under your chin.

“I have to finish my essay.” He tells you. “This is important.”

You mraw in response.

“You can lay in my lap, but I really need you to let me write this. Alright?”

You decide that this compromise suits you well enough and settle into your boyfriend's lap. Remus smiles as you close your eyes and get comfortable. Your paws are kneading at his thigh while you purr.

Remus runs a hand down your side, writing his essay. Binns had assigned a ridiculous length for this essay, and it’s going to be the full moon before it’s due. Between the night of and recovering from his transformation, the time Remus has to get this done is about cut in half.

Ideally, this essay will be done tonight. Remus has it about half-finished. If he stays up late, he can get it over with. Then, he’ll have time to finish up his other homework. Like that worksheet for Professor Slughorn.

Sirius and James finish their game. They wander over, abandoning their cards in a stack on the table that they were using, and sit next to Remus. Sirius rests his chin on Remus’ shoulder and James pets you while you all listen to the scratching of Remus’ quill on the essay parchment.

There aren’t very many students in the common room tonight. Quiet chatter wafts over the room, entwining with the sounds of various activities. It makes a nice background noise as you soak in Remus’ warmth. James’ fingers card into your fur, and your purrs fall from your throat.

You’d be happy to lay here forever. Surrounded by your boys, soaking in the warmth of the fireplace.

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cherry-pop-elf · 7 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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curawrites · 1 year

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Bunny cuddles

Young! Remus Lupin x Bunny animagus Reader

Fluff!

Warnings: Most likely crappy writing. Mention of werewolf transformation, injuries, food.

Note: Bunnies can purr??? It’s called tooth purring. The start is weird but oh well-

Pain was all Remus felt as he woke up. His head was pounding, his muscles were sore, his hands and arms felt suffocated by the bandages wrapped around them, his whole body hurt. The aftermath of his transformations were always painful but the pain he was feeling right now was excruciating.

He attempted to recall last night’s events but could only vaguely remember entering the shrieking shack with his friends, the rest was a undecipherable blur. Remus could only assume that last night’s transformation was brutal.

His entire being filled with dread at the thought of waking up, all he wanted was to fall back asleep, escape the horrible pain he was in. But his body wouldn't comply. He tried everything he could think of, counting sheep, meditating, counting his breaths... Eventually he turned onto his side, ignoring how his body screamed in pain. While settling into his pillow, his face brushed against something soft.

Taken aback, Remus opened his eyes, taking a few moments to adjust to the blinding brightness of the infirmary. To his shock the first thing he saw was a familiar ball of fluff. It was you in your animagus form, a small, fluffy, bunny.

Your eyes widened seeing your boyfriend finally awake. Your quiet purring grew louder causing him to chuckle faintly.

“Hi, poppet...” Remus weakly greeted, petting you with a shaking hand.

You hopped onto the chair beside his bedside before transforming back into your human form.

“Hey, Rem... How are you feeling?” You asked, gently running your hand through his unruly hair.

“Awful..” he rolled onto his back, quietly hissing in pain.

“I can imagine” you laughed dryly , “Last night was bloody awful..”

“Yeah..?” he murmured.

‘‘Merlin, Rem.. I didn't think me and Wormtail were going to make it out alive- I swear Prongs almost stepped on me four times.’‘ you sighed exasperated at the mere thought of last night.

He chuckled weakly. “What time is it?” He asked.

“It’s…” You glanced at the clock, “Noon.’’ you announced.

“Noon..? Have you gone to class?” Remus questioned.

“No..” you said, laughing nervously.

“Poppet..” he sighed.

“Rem.. I couldn’t leave you all alone after last night.” You reasoned, gently tracing the scar across his nose.

Remus only hummed in response.

The sound of clicking heels could be heard approaching in the distance.

“She’s coming...” You whispered hearing the footsteps quietly getting closer.

Assuming it was madam Pomfree, you transformed back into your animagus form much to the disappointment of your boyfriend, and jumped onto the bed. Quietly, you hopped closer to his head and settled in the crook of his neck. Remus smiled and rubbed his cheek against your soft fur.

Your assumption was correct. A few seconds later, Madam Pomfree walked into the infirmary.

“Good afternoon, mister Lupin.” she greeted the lycanthrope, gathering some materials as she spoke.

“Hello..” Remus greeted, voice hoarse.

You stayed cuddled against Remus’s neck while she skillfully took care of his injuries.

‘‘You’ll be right as rain in a couple of days. I expect your friends will fill you in on what you’ll miss?’‘ She said while folding a cloth.

Remus nodded, not wanting to move much.

‘‘Good, get some rest.’‘ she stood back up and put away some things before leaving.

Eventually the sound of her shoes clacking against the stone floor slowly faded into the distance. You stayed cuddled against Remus, to comfortable to move.

Ten minutes of blissful silence and snuggles was rudely interrupted by the approaching boisterous voices of your friends.

“Oi Moony! Waggles! We got food!” Sirius announced, walking into the infirmary.

You shifted back into a human, surprised by Sirius’s loud entrance. Both you and Remus laughed at your friend’s silliness and enjoyed the lunch oh so graciously brought to you.

#remus x reader #marauders x reader #marauders #remus lupin #remus x you #animagus #fluff #writting #tooth rotting fluff

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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.'

#hp series #hp marauders #marauders era #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james potter #moonwater #moonseeker #animagus #animagi #not x reader

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The Marauders & The Metamorphic Witch (Part 10)

Words: 2.4K Warning: None Pronouns Used: She/Her

Gryffindor Tower was filled with tension. Anyone who entered the tower upon returning from Christmas break could feel the thick, heavy atmosphere almost instantly. The break had done little in the way of helping the Smith Twins; if anything, it felt as if their relationship had somehow broken down even more. (Y/N) had been thrilled when Lily and Marlene had returned with stories of their Christmas and New Year celebrations. She'd been the same with Remus, Peter, and James when they, too, stumbled through the portrait hole. Unusually (Y/N) had greeted all of them with a friendly hug, most if not all noticed how exhausted the metamorphic witch appeared.

"Let her sleep," called Sirius upon noticing Peter creeping closer to (Y/N), napping on the sofa closest to the fire, the book she had previously been reading resting against her chest, with her cauldron and potion ingredients abandoned just in front of the sofa. For once, the metamorphic girl was peaceful, having spent the last two weeks being a mediator between the warring muggle-born sisters. "The last two weeks have taken its toll," he added, moving with James and Remus to an area near the fire. James and Peter took up the comfy armchairs with Sirus and Remus sitting on the floor in front of (Y/N) as if guarding her and keeping watch of her potion equipment.

"That rough?" asked James, recalling reading the letters Sirius sent over the two weeks, just as he remembered Sirius' worry for (Y/N); all the drama warring between the two sisters had taken its toll. James had written back almost immediately, advising Sirius to remove (Y/N) from the situation, giving the idea to share the otherwise empty boys' dorm with her.

"To be honest, it wasn't that bad when they were apart or around the professors," replied Sirius, recalling (Y/N)'s elder brother helping by taking Isolde out for a while; sometimes, they wandered the castle and went on discovery tours together. Other times, they'd go to the library or Hogsmeed. Just things they could do together. Every time, Hunter, without fail, would thank Sirius for looking out for (Y/N). "It's when they're together when things get explosive. It got to the point where they couldn't stand being alone together; Allegra is jealous that Isolde has everything she wants: friends, a boyfriend, popularity, and a good school life. A couple of days after Christmas, things blew up between them; the argument got so bad, old Slughorn had to come to break things up."

"Ah, so that's what Lil and Mar are doing," commented Remus; he refused to think what the girl's dorm looked like after that explosive fight; after all, Allegra wasn't above taking or destroying things that didn't belong to her. Nor was she one who took responsibility for her actions; instead, she'd make excuses to try and wrangle her way out of the trouble she found herself in. "I'm glad we get the simple task of making sure this one sleeps," added the intelligent teen, looking over his shoulder before turning to remove the book (Y/N) had been reading, at least before it slipped from her loosening grip.

"Animagus," spoke Sirius, upon noticing the chapter (Y/N) was reading before she'd finally answered the sweet call of sleep. "She's been doing a lot of research to help us out," he added, picking up some of the potion ingredients to inspect them. A smirk soon appeared upon noticing the small scribbles of notes under the cauldron.

"Here comes trouble," squeaked Peter upon hearing Allegra yelling at some poor soul who'd likely gotten in her way, no doubt an unsuspecting first year. Mere seconds after the words left his lips, the muggle-born in question appeared from the spiral staircase, anger written across her reddened features, her lips pressed into a tight line, and her eyes blazing with fury as she stomped past, pushing other students out her way.

"I'M GOING TO TELL MCGONAGALL. AT LEAST THAT WAY I'LL HAVE THE DORM TO MYSELF!" screamed Allegra, as she made a b-line for the portrait hole. Her screeching forced many close to her to cover their ears, whereas others turned to see what the chaos was about this time. Standing on the balcony above the spiral staircase were Marlene, Lily, and Isolde. The other Smith twin shook her head as if she had long since stopped caring for the constant drama and empty threats. Marlene soon left her spot and walked down the stairs to join the Marauders at the bottom and comfort a confused (Y/N) who'd been woken by the screaming.

"Please do. I'm sure McGonagall will be interested to hear what you've been up to over the holidays," groggily voiced (Y/N) as she rubbed her eyes and tried to blink away her tiredness. Slowly, she shifted, sitting up and looking around for the book she'd previously been reading. Smiling in thanks when Remus handed it back to her.

"I haven't done anything," replied Allegra confidently, although much quieter than before and with a shakey voice, as if the thoughts she tried to avoid and bury were gaining fearsome power. "Isolde is responsible for everything. Plus, what would you know, you avoided both of us most of the time," rudely remarked the muggle-born witch, a smug grin appearing as if she believed she'd won.

"What happens when a Metamorphagi loses control of their ability?" questioned James, finding himself curious. There was little information about the Metamorphagus's abilities due to how rare they were. What little information there was mainly consisted of theories and speculation. All that was truly known was the ability appeared at random, it wasn't genetic or confined to one particular line. The only other thing known was that those gifted with abilities were known to have a curious nature, being mischievous and clumsy.

"No one knows, mate," replied Remus, suggesting he'd done his own research at some point. "If our sweet (Y/N) is anything to go by, then it won't be good. Especially with her talent and knowledge of spells and potions," he added, throwing a grin (Y/N)'s way as if to offer her some comfort now it was dawning on her who had disturbed her sleep again.

"That silencing spell is looking really good roundabout now," replied Isolde from the balcony, a cold expression painted on her features as she all but glared at her twin sister. Although she hadn't told anyone what had caused the breakdown over the Christmas break, she was at least glad (Y/N) hadn't been in the room at the time. "Sorry you were woken up (Y/N)," spoke the younger Smith twin, with sincerity flooding her voice, as her eyes landed on one of the girls she'd consider a part of her found family.

"Where are you going, Wolffe?" asked James upon noticing (Y/N) shuffling across the sofa to move. Pulling herself free from the plush cushions, she reached to tidy up her potion equipment and notes.

"My bolt hole, if I don't get away from all this, I'm gonna snap," commented (Y/N), walking towards the portrait hole and all but ignoring the disgusted look Allegra threw in her direction upon realizing she was one (Y/N) was trying to get away from. "You're free to join me, Potter, same with the rest of you," she added before climbing out the door with the clanging sound following her. Marlene soon ran to follow, curious to know more about the hiding place and wanting to catch up with her best friend.

"Wolffe has a secret hiding place and didn't tell us?" spoke James, surprise lacing his voice and an act of hurt painting his features, although a playful grin soon took over. "Sirius ... what don't we know?" he questioned while gluing his attention on the pure-blood wizard across from him. Sirius merely grinned innocently before standing to his feet and grabbing the vials (Y/N) had left behind.

"She found it during Christmas break, said the room just appeared out of nowhere," spoke Sirius, recalling (Y/N) all but dragging him to the fifth floor to show him the room that had randomly appeared when she was pacing the hall, trying to think of a way to stop the ongoing war between the Smith sisters. "She found it by accident while hiding from everything," he added, recalling the nights both had spent there, even recalling how the contents of the room changed several times. Several times, it appeared as another quieter dorm, complete with Gryffindor banners, beds, and a small seated area with a cozy fireplace.

"Sirius" called Isolde from the balcony, sorrow written across her features as she began to realize just how much the tension and constant arguing had affected others around her and Allegra. "Tell (Y/N) I'm sorry, please. I didn't realize how much of a nightmare the Christmas break had become," she added with sadness before walking to the stairs with Lily. The redhead girl had noticed Allegra all but beaming with pride about causing another to suffer as if the entire thing was part of a large plot she was working on.

"Don't worry, Issy. I'll let her know. You keep working on that spell," encouraged Sirius before leaving the common room, being followed by James and Peter; Remus was just ahead, having run to catch up with the pair of girls. "So what's a transfiguration potion?" asked Sirius upon reading over the scribbled notes (Y/N) had made; still, he could recall trying to decipher previous notes she'd scribbled on other pieces of parchment.

"Turns the drinker into a predetermined animal or object. Not sure which yet," replied (Y/N), as she turned onto the grand staircase; once again, the stairs were moving around as if to make the task of getting to a specific location more difficult than it had to be. "See you guys there," she added before climbing onto the banister and allowing herself to fall from the other side.

"I hate it when you do that," called Marlene as she reached the banister, only to see a raven perched on the banister just below, gawking as if to respond to her comment.

"At least she's not a dragon," replied Remus, his imagination conjuring up the chaos that would ensue if (Y/N) did decide to become a dragon. Even more so after the havoc in the common room upon successfully producing the Patronus charm.

"So are we cluing Mar into our little plan?" asked James, as he threw an arm around Marlene's shoulders and walked with her up the changing staircases, being sure to dodge the steps with the boogy traps and security measures to catch intruders unawares.

"Which plan?" asked Sirius, seeing Marlene throw a curious glance in his direction. "The map one or the one that breaks most school rules and is potentially life-threatening?" he asked, moving some of his fluffy hair from his eyes before tripping up one of the stairs. He quickly righted himself before continuing on as if nothing happened.

"(Y/N) clumsiness rubbing off on you?" asked Peter, although his question was more of a statement.

"Nah, I just wanted to give the step a hug; it looked a little lonely up here on its own," commented Sirius before running off to chase the raven (Y/N) had transformed into.

"I'm both curious about your plans and terrified by them," voiced Marlene, resigning herself to the fact her best friend was likely already aware of both plans and somehow involved in them.

"The map one is harmless, just to settle our curiosity of how big the school and Hogsmeade actually are. Believe it or not, Snape gave us the idea," called Remus, attempting to settle Marlene's growing nerves. "The other one is what we needed (Y/N)'s help with. The potion is a git to brew, and we thought it would be better to have someone trusted around in case anything went wrong. (Y/N)'s abilities are the closest to what we're trying to achieve," he explained, trying to put the blonde at ease while also emphasizing their attempts to be safe while not alerting the professors they were doing something they probably shouldn't.

"You're trying to become Animagi?" asked Marlene, displaying her knowledge and her observatory skills; a small grin appeared across her lips mere seconds later when James and Peter shared a concerned look, and Remus looked unsure. Sirius merely called down from his position to ask how she'd worked it out. "The only ability similar to that of a metamorphmagi that can be learned is that of the animagus. The ability to turn one's self into a specific animal at will. Normally, whatever animal you are at heart," she explained, although she did not say how she knew the information in question.

"Guess we weren't as sneaky as we thought," replied Remus, acting as if he too was a part of the plan to become an animagi, if only to cover the real reason for his disappearances every month or at least keep it hidden from Marlene for a little bit longer. Although James, Peter, and Sirius had been accepting, as had (Y/N), he was still sure others wouldn't be. He was a werewolf, after all, something many considered to be a dangerous and inhumane creature and a being almost all the wizarding world looked down upon.

"Hey, I only know about it because I stumbled across it while looking for information about Metamorphmagus abilities," quickly replied Marlene, stating she'd come across the information by accident but remembered it. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about trying it, if only so she could share something unique with (Y/N). "I thought about trying it, but still not sure about the risks involved," she admitted, looking up in time to see (Y/N)'s confusion and Sirius' intrigue.

"Woah, who turned you to the dark side?" called (Y/N) with a cheeky grin and a small chuckle.

"You did," replied Marlene, "You're my best friend; I wanted to look out for you. When I came across the Animagus thing, I thought about it as something we could bond over. At least that way, I could have some understanding about your gifts, and you wouldn't feel so alone," she added, showing her reasonings weren't selfish. Instead, she wanted to understand her best friend and be there when (Y/N) needed someone the most.

"Now I'm definitely going to do it. Can't have my dragon feeling lonely." declared Sirius as he walked down the fifth-floor corridor where the secret room seemed to appear randomly.

"Wait, since when was I a dragon?" asked (Y/N), seemingly unbothered by someone claiming her as their own, or at least oblivious to it.

"Since when was Black so damn open about his crush?" whispered James.

"Looks like we missed a lot," replied Remus.

"Oi Sirius, James wants to know when you become open with your crush on Wolffe?" yelled Peter before James could muffle his words with a hand over his mouth and a whisper shouted, shhh!

(Y/N) and Sirius glanced at each other with mischief before chuckling and continuing to walk down the corridor. (Y/N) seemingly pacing as she waited for everyone else to catch up.

"They'll work it out eventually," stated (Y/N), just loud enough for those approaching to hear and to spark more intrigue and curiosity.

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#wizarding world #sirius black #x reader #james potter #metamorphic reader #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #reader insert #sirius black x reader #marlene mckinnon #oc characters #magic #wizarding world fanfiction #part 10 #friendship #found family (i think)#animagus #metamorpmagi reader #fem reader

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01rocketboy01 · 1 year

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Hey Rocket! I don’t know how many requests you’ve gotten in and I technically did send a request 10 seconds ago but I felt like asking one more (take your time DONT feel pressured to write so much in a day lol) but I wanted to also request headcannons of Remus lupin with an animagus reader (any animal will do lol) Once again thank you so much and can’t wait to see more from you!

I’d love to write this for you! This idea is literally the best to it’s so cute so thank you for this. These are also really in no particular order so sorry if this makes no sense

Also literally send me all the requests you want, I enjoy the inspiration (and sometimes the challenge!)

Warnings: Remus self-hatred (mild), implied panic attacks/depression

These headcannons are based on the idea that the reader is a cat animagus, because....I like cats.

You find out Remus is a werewolf very quickly, I mean it’s not that hard to put two and two together

You do finally tell him you know and he freaks out, thinking you’re going to think of him differently

You don’t, you literally still love him so much

You do tell him your an animagus though, and would like to help him through transformations

You learned from James and Sirius the fact that animagus forms keeps werewolves from attacking (they swear you to secrecy about their identities)

But after some convincing you start helping him through transformations with the rest of the marauderers (this leads to you becoming one of them, no doubt getting your own nickname based on your animal form)

Before Remus knew you were an animagus, when he would be upset or crying sometimes a random cat would show up and start rubbing around his legs and nubbing his face (you were a little embarrassed ssed when he put two and two together, but he thought it was sweet)

Sometimes, when he was feeling especially self hating, you’d show up and start trying to comfort him the best you could

I don’t know if I’m making sense but it’s wholesome

You have absolutely used your animal form to sneak into the kitchens and steal chocolate for Remus

When he becomes a Prefect, if he sees you in your animal form after hours he pretends like it’s not his partner that’s prowling in the shadows

Sometimes you follow him during his rounds just to keep him company in the late night patrols

Rumors start going around that Remus has a pet cat, because you’re always following him around

He finds you taking naps in the sunlight, and thinks it’s absolutely adorable it usually leads to sunny cuddles

That’s all I really have as far as animagus reader goes, but I have a lot of other ideas that are not specifically related to an animagus reader, so let me know if anyone wants more!

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x animagus!reader #remus lupin x gn!reader #mauraders #mauraders x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #animagus

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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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🌕 Full Moon Fever 🌕

Marauders x Reader — Requested; GN! Reader

It wasn't hard to miss the fact that once a month four certain boys from Gryffindor came to class looking exhausted and worn out - one looking worse for wear than the others. You noticed it every month, and it seemed like very few people noticed - or even cared. That night you decided that enough was enough; your curiosity needed to be sated. You stayed up and kept watch for the four boys, hiding from the faculty when needed.

It wasn't long before midnight when you spotted them: James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin dashing out of the school. You did your best to keep up with them — until you lost sight of the boys. "Dammit!" you cursed under your breath. Looking around, you realized you were near Hogsmeade - specifically right near the Shrieking Shack.

The shack was supposedly haunted, but you never put much faith in that rumor. If it was haunted, you were positive that whatever spector was supposedly in there would have showed itself to someone by now - or at least gave proof that it even existed. You trudged towards the shack – since you were already out here, you figured you might as well look around. As you stepped up to the front door of the house, a loud wailing noise left the wood, shaking the window panes. Well, they don't call it the Shrieking Shack for nothing, you reminded yourself, the cold night air nipping at your skin.

Your hand stretched out towards the doorknob, your fingertips lightly touching the metal. You hissed, snapping your fingers back. Damn, you always forgot how the weather affects metal. You put on your light jacket and used the sleeve to open the door. You silently praised yourself for being cautious enough to think ahead and bring a jacket; it was fall after all, and the weather always gets notoriously cold when nighttime came around. The door creaked open and you slowy stepped inside — you didn't know how fragile the wood was and you definitely didn't want to break anything that would prove that you were out of bed after hours.

Not to mention the wood looked like it had been the recent snack for some termites. You barely even trusted the railing of the stairs that led to the second floor. Your ears could pick up soft noises of rustling and hushed animal sounds coming from the second floor, and you immediately dashed upstairs — completely forgetting your apprehension of the safety of the shack itself. Why would you care now when the possibility of having a pet possum was an option? Who knew what kind of creature was up there, but you were determined to befriend and love it.

As you turned the stairwell corner, the noises you heard earlier had dissipated — silence seeped into every dark corner of the house. You went towards the first closed door, reaching out to open it. Abruptly, a black dog bursted from the room and immediately became....Sirius Black?! He slammed the door behind him, huffing heavily before grinning at you in an attempt to be nonchalant. "Heeeeeyyy Y/N. What're you doing here?"

"I followed you and the others, but lost sight of you guys around here. I figured I'd look around since I've never actually been here before. Now that begs the question," You crossed your arms and raised a brow at the sheepish looking teen. "What are you doing here?"

"I uh, am studying! Yes, I'm studying." Sirius stammered out an obvious lie. You could practically hear his subconscious facepalming. You gave him a look that clearly told him you didn't believe his lie for even a second, "Studying on controlling your animagus form? Which, might I add, is highly illegal if you're not registered — and knowing you, I doubt that you are."

"Look — uh, you can't tell anyone. There's a really good reason we - I mean, I became an animagus. I swear, Y/N. I swear on my hair products!" Sirius began to plead for secrecy with you. You let down your arms, your hands resting on your hips. "Sirius, I know the others are probably also animagi, considering that you lot never doing anything without the others. Aside from that, I won't tell anyone – if you tell me why you became animagi in the first place."

His eyes widen and he frantically shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't. I made a promise and besides, it's too dangerous for you to know!"

"It's either that, or I tell McGonagall that you Marauders are animagi." You stared him down, stubbornly not leaving. Sirius glanced at the door, as if someone was talking to him and through it. He sighed, relenting. "Alright, but if something bad happens after this, I warned you."

He opened the door and gestured you to follow him, which you did. What you saw shocked you — not in a bad way, but it did answer a lot of questions for you. In one corner, an anthropomorphic wolf was being guarded by a large buck and a rat. The puzzle pieces fell into place — the buck was probably James, the rat being Peter. That would mean the wolf was Remus, and his current for was clearly not an animagus. Adding the fact that the four were gone once a month, you immediately came to one conclusion: Remus Lupin was a werewolf.

"So.....you became animagi to....protect Remus?" You slowly asked, a bit in denial over your own hypothesis. Sirius cocked his head slightly, "Eh...sort of. More to protect him and others – and to keep him company during these times."

"....how did," You gestured at wolf Remus. "All of that happen?"

Sirius, buck James, and rat Peter glanced at wolf Remus, who gave a nod and whined softly. Sirius looked at you and explained that a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback had decided to turn him as an infant when he overheard Remus' father saying some pretty shitty things about werewolves.

"Jesus, what? That's so shitty!" You frowned, the others nodding in agreement. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply — you had made a decision. "Alright, I'm helping."

The four looked at you with wide eyes, not even bothering to hide their disbelief – which looked really weird on a deer. "You – why would you help?" Sirius asked.

"Because I see you guys as friends – even though none of us talk that much – and besides, this isn't even Remus' fault. He can't control what others do as much as he can control whether or not he turns into an anthropomorphic wolf." You answered, "Also – I'd be a shit person if I just left after finding all this out. So I'm helping - and no, you can't change my mind about it either."

The four boys shared a look, coming to a silent agreement:

It looked like there was an official fifth Marauder.

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pandemoniumskey · 2 years

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A Quiet Day - Sirius Black X (fem)Reader

Hio everyone, Pandemonium here and I’m back again with another fandom of mine. I love Harry Potter so much so the majority of my fics may be from there.

Surprisingly, this is the first ever HP fic I have ever written and I write a lot on my other accounts on other apps.

Hope you enjoy this.

Love you all,

Pandemonium

P.S. (Y/N) = Your name

(Y/A/N) = Your animagus name

(Y/A) = Your animagus

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It wasn’t everyday that (Y/N) got to be alone with her best friend Sirius. Today was one of those rare days where James and the rest of the Marauders were off doing their own thing while you were left with Padfoot under the shade of the giant Beech tree beside the lake. Your favourite spot.

You were sitting against the thick trunk, carding your fingers through his silky, black hair, while he rested his head on your lap. His eyes were drooping occasionally, letting you know that he was falling asleep.

People constantly thought the two of you were dating and it took a lot of persuading to convince them otherwise.

Even if you died a little on the inside every time either one of you said “we’re just friends.”

And yet, you would never willingly tell him how you felt, fearing that you would wreck the most important friendship you had.

“I wonder what the others are up to right now?” Sirius murmured, you could see his eyes threating to close at any moment and knew he was trying to keep himself awake.

“Prongs and Evans are on a date, but you already knew that,” you said matter-of-factly. “Moony is probably in that little bookstore finding a new book to add to his already massive collection guaranteed. And Wormtail.... his following Moony like a lost puppy because he has no mind of his own.”

Sirius laughed at the last part agreeing with you.

Yes, you had skipped a Hogsmead trip hoping for a quiet and peaceful day you weren’t really feeling up to a whole lot of excitement. You didn’t, however, expect Padfoot of all people to stay behind with you. “And you, I thought you would have gone and found yourself a girl to snog in the private rooms at The Three Broomsticks.”

Keeping the sadness and surprise out of your voice was hard, but you thought you were successful. Sirius chuckled, moving his head slightly on your lap to get more comfortable.

“Is that so (Y/A/N)?” He was looking into your eyes. You nodded trying to keep the sadness out of your features. He was always able to read your emotions like an open book. “What if I wanted a quiet day off with my best friend?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Then your wish would be granted,” you said through a big smile. You loved these fleeting moments with Padfoot, after all.

His smile matched your own and you continued playing with his hair. “After they get back, I think I’m gonna go to the library and continue my quiet day. Work on some homework. I’m not really feeling up to all the excitement today.”

In truth, you felt sick. Your head was pounding, your entire body ached and your stomach refused food all day. You were hoping the quiet day would be enough to at least relieve you of the headache which threatened to split your head open at any moment.

“I’ll let them know to leave you be,” Sirius said quietly and you could appreciate that you were always a thought in his mind. “Maybe I’ll even join you in there too.”

You gave it some thought, “you don’t have to. I’m sure James is going to have some wild fictional stories about Trolls he battled while on his date that would be much more interesting than me doing a potions essay for Slughorn.”

“You’re right,” he surrender. “But I’ll come check in on you later, see if there are tidbits of wisdom about the 12 uses of dragons blood I can glean off you.”

“Haha. You may not get much, I’m not good at potions,” you muttered.

“Says the one who created the cure for animagus related illness in her 6th year,” he said causing you to blush.

“You were sick, the regular stuff wasn’t working, I just tweaked it a bit.”

“You saved more than just me. You saved McGonagall too.”

You remembered the scene all to well, the three of you were too scared to bring Sirius to Madam Pomfrey out of fear of the repercussions of becoming an animagus illegally that you tried your hand at making the cure. You knew you had brewed it correctly, but upon giving it to Sirius and learning it didn’t work you got worried.

You remembered thinking of ingredients used to heal and added a few of them to a new batch, taking out a few of the ingredients already meant to be in there and adding new ones.

You feed the potions to Padfoot and within hours, he was better. The five of you later learned that Professor McGonagall had come down with the same thing and was laying in a coma in the hospital wing until St. Mongos could get her.

You raced with what you had left of the potion to her bedside and forced it down her mouth when Madam Pomfrey wasn’t looking. Again, like with Sirius, she was better within hours and asking how she had gotten better. You confessed to your doings telling her you couldn’t sit by and allow her to die.

The respect the Marauders had for their Head of House was profound. (Y/N) was so surprised when McGonagall later said she had told the Ministry of Magic about the new cure you had produced. You didn’t want the credit, that would launch a spotlight on you that you didn’t want.

And so you quietly accepted an award from the school and the Ministry and never spoke of it since. They now kept large batches within the hospitals.

Only a handful of people ever knew about your major accomplishment. The Marauders, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey and somehow Severus Snape.

“Yeah, but that was different, I was desperate,” you murmured after resurfacing from that memory. You could still feel the stabbing fear you felt in that moment every time you thought of it.

“You were still incredible and I will be forever grateful and come to you for everything potions.”

And thus, the conversation ended. Looking at your watch your realized they would be back from the village now and told Padfoot as much.

***

You were sitting in the library. You couldn’t concentrate for the life of you. You were shivering even though you were burning hot and sweating and the aches turned into explosive pain.

Hardly able to move your quill, you tried writing in the word ‘dragon’ and it didn’t work, instead you slipped from your chair and hit the ground hard, your body spasming without your control.

You heard the tall-tale footsteps of Madam Pince and her sudden intake of breath, “hold on. I’ll get you help.”

Soon after her cool fingers made contact with your burning skin, you passed out.

Sirius POV

He was really worried about (Y/N). All day you were quiet and he could tell you were quite pale, even sick looking.

Padfoot listened to James as he spoke about the date he had just been on with Lily Evans and as (Y/N) had predicted, he had some whirlwind tale about him thwarting something evil, but he wasn’t listening. His thoughts were on the girl he was secretly in love with.

“Earth to Sirius,” a voice called dragging him out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

A laugh came and James waved a hand in his face, “you weren’t listening. What’s wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling something’s wrong with (Y/N),” Sirius said explaining how you looked and acted all day. Concern grew on the rest of their faces.

“You said she was in the library?” Padfoot nodded. “We’re going to check on her.”

Everyone got to their feet Sirius was a little confused but he was eager to check on you.

“You probably wouldn’t remember because you were so out of it, but that exactly how you were last year when you were sick,” Remus said and terror flared in Sirius’s heart.

Before the four of them could even exit through the portrait hole, it swung open revelling, Professor McGonagall.

“Boys, come with me,” she said quietly. “It’s (Y/N).”

And they were all dashing to the hospital wing.

The sight of you broke Padfoots heart. You were on your side, strapped to the bed as you convulsed. Vomit was leaving your mouth in steady flows and blood trickled from your nose. Even though you were so active in your bed, you looked close to death.

The terror struck deeper within him. He wanted to run to her side, but he knew he couldn’t it was highly contagious and he wasn’t going to fight past two professor and his friends. That same feeling of horror was written on the faces of the other three as they watched what happened to their one friend happen to another.

“We haven’t been able to figure out what was wrong with her,” Professor Dumbledore said calmly. Sirius hadn’t even noticed he was in the room. His gaze was concentrated on the love of his life. “Her symptoms line up with one thing, yet it is not possible.”

Sirius knew he had no choice to give up the information he knew.

“It is possible...” his voice was quieter than it had ever been before. He wasn’t thinking about the amount of trouble they would get in, he was thinking of (Y/N).

“She became an animagus two years ago,” he said. “She takes the form of an (Y/A).”

Upon just hearing the words animagus, Madam Pomfrey was racing across the room to the drawer the vital potion was kept.

“Pray this works everyone,” she said before tilting the potion into your mouth and forcing you to drink it. “This is the worst case ever reported, normally it doesn’t progress this far before the potion is given to them.”

Minutes turned into hours and still (Y/N) had made no progress. Madam Pomfrey forced everyone out of the room to allow for quiet.

Sirius was having none of that and begged James to borrow his invisibility cloak. James, knowing Sirius’s feelings for you, gave him the cloak no questions asked.

And that is how he found himself hours later sitting in front of you not even caring that he could potentially get sick himself. Your vomiting had turned to heavy breathing and your convulsions were less server. He didn’t know if it was a sign of you getting better, or a sign that your body was giving up.

“(Y/N), don’t die on me. Please,” he sobbed. “I don’t know what I would do if you died. (Y/N), please, I’m begging you. Don’t die. I need you. I... I love you.”

It was the first time he actually voiced those feelings allowed.

“I... lo-love... you t-too... S-Siri-us,” he wasn’t sure he even heard it. He continued to sob until he felt a weak had on his own. “D-don’t... cry.” Finally, he looked up and the sight before him took his breath away.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!!” You smiled weakly at him and in his joy, he alerted Madam Pomfrey to the fact that something was going on.

“Oh, thank Merlin’s beard you’re alive,” she said clutching a hand to her chest. “I’ll get Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore and your friends.”

“If you... don’t m-mind,” you stammered not letting your eyes leave Sirius. “I-I... need a... m-minute wi-th Sirius.”

She nodded and left to tell the other by foot instead of by magic. (Y/N) took a deep breath, “I’ve loved you for a l-long time.”

Sirius smiled squeezing your hand, “same here.”

You both just sit there in perfect silence until he finally leaned over to give you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Finally!” Remus said upon entering the room with James and Peter on either side. “You owe me three galleons.” Sirius just shrugged at the three of them bickering and turned his attention back to you, kissing you again.

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