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misunderstandings ; remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader | 1k words plot: misunderstandings are best undone ontop of the astronomy tower at night with a cigarette in hand. authors note: i promised you this work last weekend but something came up and i couldn't post but here I am, hope you enjoy :)

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“How am I supposed to focus?” You whispered, mouth in a scowl. His hand was in yours, his eyes focused on the workbook in front of him. The sun lit the yard in warm light, you loved spring at Hogwarts. His thumb stroked your skin, his mouth in a small smile.

“Figure it out, love.” You couldn’t focus on the words in front of you, the letters swimming together in an effort to keep your cool. Your hand seemed to burn, was it desire? Desire for something you couldn’t have.

You knew that Remus wasn’t someone for relationships, he had told you himself.

He had made it awfully clear.

Though the common room was packed, loud music, alcohol in your system, you had heard his words loud and clear.

“I don’t do relationships, Y/N. I’m not the one for you.”

You couldn’t get over how breathtakingly beautiful he was. His hair was unstyled and seemed to stick out in different directions. The scars which decorated his face was faint, but prominent for you. You knew what he was, you had seen it.

In third year you had caught his friends and him sneaking out, demanding for them to take you with them.

Remus wasn’t fast enough to get away, almost ripped your throat out that night. It still weighed on him, everytime he looked at you.

This secret of his felt like a connection, a connection which wasn’t all that deep, you figured.

The fact that what he did to you, how kind and affectionate he was, was hard. It was hard to not see him in the way you saw him now, to not desire his love and care. It was unfair and frankly, cruel.

“I gotta go.” You managed, your things already packed and you face in a cold mask, desperate to conceal the pain.

“Oh, alright.” He spoke before he pushed his hand in his lap, face in a kind smile.

The astronomy tower was quiet, pieceful. The moon was up, the air cold. The cigarette in your hand felt like it lifted some weight off your shoulders, like it brought you some piece of mind. A tear left your eyes, heart heavy.

You had avoided Remus and his friends for the rest of day, excusing yourself when you caught sight of his brown hair.

You wanted to get away, to not think about the gryffindor any longer, you wished for the man to leave you alone, to not hog your mind for every minute you were awake. You blew some smoke into the night sky as a voice spoke.

“Here you are, I looked everywhere for you.” His face was adorned with a smile as he walked up to you, his hands pushing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. You brushed the tears away, your gaze anywhere but him.

“You missed some real fun in-Are you crying?” You shook your head, taking another drag from your cigarette.

“No, but you are.” He stated, walking in front of you. He bent down and put a finger under your chin, lifting your head.

“Who hurt you?” He asked, brows furrowed.

How dare he ask who had hurt you?

How dare he be up here when all you wanted to be away from him, to forget the pain he put you through. How dare he.

“Stop doing that.” You said, as you got up, swatting his hand away. He huffed a chuckle, pausing to take a drag.

“What do you mean? Worrying about you?” You turned around, throwing the done cigarette at his feet.

“Stop doing this.” You spoke louder.

He leant against the railing, eyebrows still furrowed. “I don’t know what you mean, love.” You had to laugh, rolling your eyes as you stared him down.

“Don’t call me love, don’t be kind to me, stop holding my hand all the time, stop giving me love eyes, stop being like this when we both know that it never will be more.”

He took another drag as he pushed himself off the railing, eyes focused on you.

“Who said that?” You stared at him, face angry.

“You! You did, third year.” He let his head fall back, heaving a sigh. “What?” You scowled at him.

“Third year, house party, does that ring a bell?”

“I was drunk.” You shook your head, arms crossed.

“You were sober enough.” He took a step towards you, cigarette long forgotten on the ground.

“So that’s why you gave me the cold shoulder all those years?” You didn’t answer as his hands found your elbows.

“Because I was thirteen, drunk and not in my right mind?” You shook your head as you looked at him.

“Your words were bright and clear.” His lips twisted into a small smile.

“I was drunk.” You huffed again, looking over his shoulder, to avoid his eyes. “As you said before.”

His hands found the side of your face, his lips still in this stupid beautiful smile.

“If I had known that what stood between us was a stupid drunk mistake I made when we were thirteen, I would’ve taken back every single word, love.” Your eyes found him, your lip caught between your lips.

“I’m sorry.” He said before his lips connected with yours. Your arms found his as he brushed your cheek.

“We should’ve spoken sooner.” You said, your hand still on his arm. He laughed as he caressed your arm.

“Not that you would’ve let me speak a word.”

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traitor - ch. three ; sirius black

pairing: sirius black (golden trio era) x fem! oc | 2.1k words warning: dark themes, death, torture plot: Fourteen years ago, Hecate Hunt, a valuable member of the Order and once a Death Eater gave her life for her friends and the man she loved, at least that's what was believed. Now she's done hiding, ready to fight alongside her old friends and her godson. Ready to return to the life she once had, ready to once again be a traitor. authors note: hi, hi! thank you for reading :)

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“Your godson.” Albus spoke but paused, his hand rummaging through his pocket. “Harry?” He nodded and held a picture for you to take.

The picture showed a young boy, not older than fifteen with a broom in his hand. His friends next to him, cheering because of what you guessed was a win in Quidditch.

“He’s in grave danger, you see.” Your eyes were still glued to the picture, the way the boy resembled his parents.

You knew the broom, it looked familiar. In a matter of seconds it came to you, Sirius had bought his godson a broom when he was hardly a few months old.

He had claimed to teach him how to fly the stick and become just as great as his father. Remus and You had laughed at him, the thought of Sirius with his infant godson on a broom amused you.

“This was taken a few months back, I thought you might want to have it.” You nodded and gave Albus a small smile.

“Ron Weasly and Hermoine Granger, the kids to his left and right, are his friends. Both of them face the same danger.” You nodded and put the picture in your pocket.

“The Order will be reinstated, now that Sirius Black is proven innocent, to us at least.” He placed a parchment in Fawkes’ peak and sent him flying.

“Fudge is still in denial but there is something coming, something worse than last time.”

You nodded and pushed a cigarette between your lips.

“We will bring you back, strengthen the Order and resume with our activities.” “I see.” You answered, as you blew some smoke.

“Come to Grimmauld Place tomorrow afternoon, you’ll have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Hecate?” You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes staring ahead.

“I knew it was too good to be true.”

You knew that voice, how could you not. “Snape.” You turned around, hands in your pockets. His face didn’t move, the same stoic look as ever.

“You’re alive.” You didn’t move a muscle, face cold as ice.

“You were hiding.”-”I was hiding, because Albus asked me to.” You took a step towards him, eyes boring holes in his.

“I was hiding because people like you wanted me dead.” He swallowed and took a step back, nose held high. “Good to see you haven’t changed.” You nodded and took a step back as well.

“Neither have you.” He didn’t answer. “Black escaped, I heard.” You frowned at him, at his trying to talk to you like you had before.

“And?” He clasped his hand behind his back, greasy hair flying in the slight breeze.

“Thought it might interest you.” You nodded, not answering. You pulled your pack of cigarettes from your pocket and lit a stick for yourself, you wouldn’t share, not with Snivellus.

It felt almost the same, the corridors of the castle you had wandered year after year without a care in the world. The breeze, the owls, but something was off. Of course, things have changed. Fifteen years went by, you were believed dead and Sirius wasn’t by your side, nor were any of your friends.

“Can’t believe they let you teach.” You said, his gaze now on you. “Why?” Your lips formed into a cruel grin, the smoke filling your lungs once again.

“We both know why.” You said, air growing colder by the minute. He didn’t answer and kept his eyes away from you. “I’ll see you, Hecate.” You looked at him once again, your eyes in slits.

“I hope not.” You spoke before you watched him leave you behind. His dark hair and robes flying with each step dramatically. You hadn’t missed the sight of Severus, not since he had hurt you that night.

“Let’s get inside, it’s awfully cold out here.” Albus spoke, his wand extended to tap on the door. You knew this spell, he had used it before. The building started to rumble and within a few moments Sirius’ parents house appeared in front of you two.

Your hands were sweaty, your chest tight.

“The children are here too.” He said, opening the door. He let you in first and you took your scarf off, hanging it on the coat rack like you had done years before. The house hadn’t changed. It was still dark, cold and unwelcoming. You hated it when Sirius introduced you to his parents, when you got him out of that house when things got hard and you hated it now as well.

Albus pushed past you and was welcomed with hello’s and big smiles. You heard his voice and your feet stopped working. You hid your hands in your pockets and took another step forward, Albus was waiting for you after all. The kitchen was lifely, filled with people and warm with all the buzz.

“I got someone to introduce.” Albus spoke, his hand extended to point at you.

You took another step and your frame came into light through the doorstep. The room stilled, not a word or movement. Your eyes found Remus’ first, who stared at you in disbelief. The kids, Harry and his friends stepped away from the table, watching the adults in wonder.

“I believe some of you know each other.” Dumbledore spoke as he sat himself down, a cup in front of him.

You tried to calm your heart, the adrenaline which rushed through your veins like speed. Minerva clasped a hand in front of her mouth and Moody huffed in disbelief.

“Hecate.”

You closed your eyes, desperate to get a grip, to not lose it.

You took a breath and looked at him. It hit you like a truck. He looked older, broken. Azkaban does that to people, losing the woman you love does that, losing your friends does that. You gripped the lighter inside of your pocket for dear life, to keep you calm.

“Sirius.”

You said, voice merely a whisper. The cool demeanor has left you, all the masking of emotion has left you. He slowly lifted himself off the chair, the wood squeaking in the process. Harry stepped out of his godfather's way and watched you with wide eyes.

His hands found your elbows, his eyes stayed glued on your face. “Thank Merlin.” He whispered before he engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. One hand stayed on your back, the other cradled your head.

Soft sobs left your mouth as you hugged him back, hand on the back of his neck. His face hid in the crook of your neck, unsteady breaths hitting your skin. Albus cleared his throat and you tried to pull away but his hold on you didn’t budge, you couldn’t blame him.

“Love.” You said, only for him to be heard.

His eyes found yours as he lifted his hands to your face, rough thumbs caressing the skin beneath.

“Hecate.” You nodded and took a hold of his hands, guiding to the chair he had sat on before. Harry moves one chair over and let you sit down with Sirius in hand.

He didn’t let go and something about the way he stared at you, held your hand in an iron grip, told you that he would never let you out of his sight ever again. You didn’t mind, you thought.

“You have got to explain this, Albus.” Minerva spoke after she had sent a small smile your way. You’ve always liked Minnie the most, no other teacher was like her. After being a great teacher she became a friend, you had cherished your relationship with Minerva a lot.

“Of course.” Your hand found the goblet, which a red haired woman had placed in front of you. Sirius eyed you every other second and the others kept their gazes on you as well, not believing their eyes.

“Hecate was in grave danger, fifteen years ago.” He paused as you lowered your head, remembering the many weeks you had fought for your life. “As some of you know, there were several attempts of murdering her, to get rid of her.” You took a sip of your drink, the memories still hurtful.

“I had offered her help to go into hiding, to get away before anything could happen but Hecate was adamant to stay, to be by her friend's side. That night, when I had sent her on a mission I had a hunch, that one of us was talking to the dark side but I wasn’t sure-”You sent her out there, knowing that Peter would rat her out?” Sirius slammed his palm on the dark table, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the old wizard.

“Sirius.” You tried, your hand on his shoulder. He briefly looked at you before his back connected with the rest of his chair with a huff.

“That was my mistake, I admit.” He paused, looking at you. You opened your mouth, ready to continue.

“Peter had indeed given the information to his little friends and I was ambushed.” You took the pack of cigarettes from your pocket and lit yourself one, desperate for nicotine.

“They kidnapped me and held me in a place I didn’t recognize. I don’t know how long I was there, nor do I remember everything that happened to me. I was tortured for information but I held through.” You took a drag, your eyes connecting with Sirius’. His hand found yours as he gave you a sorry look. You didn’t know how to react.

“Regulus Black helped me escape.” Sirius eyes widened, his hand retreated as he stared at you.

“What?” You nodded and took another drag. “Reggie felt sorry for me, he told me that he never wanted this for me. He had contacted Albus and helped me escape. I believe he paid a hefty price for that, I’ll forever be thankful for Regulus’ braveness.” Sirius rubbed his hands over his face. You took another sip from your cup and looked at the kid next to you. It was outright terrifying how much he looked like his parents.

He looked at you, face nervous and unsure. You knew Harry, of course you did. You were by Lily’s side when she gave birth to him. You held him more times than you could ever count, changed his diapers and fed him.

You watched his first steps and heard his first words. You were his godmother for fucks sake. So why did you feel so nervous?

“After my escape Albus sent me somewhere far away, I didn’t know where this place was and I didn’t make it very easy for anybody involved. I wanted out, I needed to be by your side, by Remus’, Lily’s and James’ side. I needed to know if you guys were alright. I rebelled, even though Albus wanted me to be safe.” You put your cigarette out and leaned back.

“Though I believe that things would’ve worked out better if I would’ve been there. Lily and James would still be alive.” Every person in the room seemed to flinch at the dead wizards' names.

“You don’t know that.” Minerva tried but you shook your head. You put your hand on the table as you looked at Albus. “I know you meant well, but you had no right to make that decision. I’ll hold this grudge till the day I take my last breath.” Albus nodded but didn’t speak a word.

“So you kept her away from us? Like a joker, to be played when you see fit?” Sirius spoke again, hands crossed. You eyed Dumbledore, the cigarette in your hand burning further and further. The smoke filled your lungs, a sip of firewhiskey followed.

“Hecate is still alive, that’s what’s more important.” He tried but Sirius shook his head, a chuckle left his mouth as he narrowed his eyes at the old wizard.

“She’s still alive because you have something planned, isn’t it?” Your hand found his arm and he calmed down, chest deflating with a flex of his jaw.

“Fact is that I’m alive because Albus saved me, which I’m thankful for, of course. However, that decision, to keep me hidden from my friends and you, was unrightful and I won’t forgive him for that.” He eyed you and let his fingers slip between yours. Albus didn’t argue and started to talk about the topics at hand.

The air was cold, the dark coat kept you from freezing. The cigarette in your hand burned with an almost inaudible sound as your eyes skimmed the dark night. The backyard was still the same. Sirius’ parents had mowed it all down and plastered the lawn with tiles, claiming that upkeep was too much work.

The door closed with a click and you turned around, cigarette still clasped between your fingers. There stood Harry, his arms in the pockets of his jacket.

“So, you’re my godmother?” Your lips formed into a smirk.

“And you’re my godson.”

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wingedhallows · 15 days

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WHOOO!!! babes, we just hit 200 followers. I've been writing for a few months now & I have to say that the support and the feedback has been such a backbone even in my everyday life.

Thank you for reading my silly little things and listening to what i have to say, thank u sm.

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hi babes!

i have “traitor - three” almost finished & a new remus lupin fic is in the works! both of’em will hit this weekend :) I hope u’re excited & have u have a great weekend!

love, hallow :)

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hi hi

'traito - three' will hit at the end of the week & I've got a short little thing for u prepared :) hope you're exited!!

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I'm currently working on 'traitor - three'.

I planned on discontinuing the story and write something else but after listening to the album 'appetite for destruction' by guns' n roses (especially paradise city), i came to the conclusion that i can't just throw this to the side.

It's the very first piece I published here and I want to continue it :)

I hope you're as excited as I am :)

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be stupid somewhere else; james potter

pairing: james potter x reader | 0.5k words promt: "don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?" authors note: hi hi, here's a little treat, have a good weekend :)

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It was warm, sunny. Your sunglasses shielded some of the sun, the slight breeze brushed your cheek with care.

Oh, how you loved spring at Hogwarts. Your books were laid out on the ground in front of you & a cup of iced coffee to your right.

“My sweet, Y/N. How lovely to see you.” You didn’t need to look up to know who had disturbed you.

James plopped down next to you, his cologne rushing towards you like a spell. Your heart picked up a beat as you raised your head.

“Hello, to you too, James.”

He didn’t answer as he reached for your cup, you let him. “So sweet.” He smacked his lips with a grin on his face.

“Just like you.” You sighed and shook your head. He leaned forward, his hand awfully close to your thigh as he spoke again.

“This isn’t due till next friday, why don’t you go out or something?” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in irritation.

“Because I like getting my studies done ahead of time.” He snorted and gave you a frown.

“Boring.” You sighed and wrote another word down, the summer breeze lifting your pages slightly. James started to play with the fabric of your pants, humming a tune you didn’t know.

You eyed him, immensely annoyed. His hair was styled and his glasses looked too good, it must be illegal to look this good.

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”

He barked a laugh and held his wrist in front of him to tell the time. He didn’t wear a watch though.

“Not until four.” He answered with a big smile on his face. You put the book you had held in your hands down and pushed your glasses up. “Can you ever be serious?” He shook his head with a shiteating grin. “That’s Black’s job.”

You threw your head back with a sigh. “James!” He barked a laugh and placed his hand on your thigh. With a grin on his face he rubbed his thumb on your skin.

“Yes, dove?” You placed your hand on his and gave him a small smile. “Fuck off, will you?” He chuckled.

“Off, I don’t know but, you, maybe.” You scowled at him as you lifted your book, ready to bash his head in.

“Leave me alone, you horndog!” He got up with the same smile on his face.

His hand found your head and without warning he stroked your hair, lovingly.

“Love you too, grumpy pants.” He took a step away from you and with a smile on your face you lifted your hand to flip him off.

He laughed and took off, leaving you alone with a growing smile on your face.

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i got my eye on you - three; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 3.3k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: I hope you're as happy with this chapter as i am , love u lots :) leave a comment if you want to be added to the taglist :)

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“Sirius, Y/N!” You pulled apart as Lily stumbled onto the balcony, face distraught.

You stepped in front of Sirius, hands still intertwined.

“It’s Remus.”

Your feet worked without your will as the two of you followed Lily inside. The party was still going on full blast, people were singing, drinking, having fun.

But you sobered up quite fast at the thought of Remus being hurt.

You pushed through the mass of people with Sirius in hand. Your heart beat at an abnormal speed.

Lily passed through the portrait and you followed suit. She turned a corner and held her hand out to show you the damage.

There sat Remus on the ground, sobbing.

You stared at the man, the crying mess. “He gets sentimental when drunk.” Sirius whispered in your ear and you heaved a sigh. You had to be fucking kidding.

“I can’t catch a break with you lot, can I?” You let go of Sirius’ hand which he audibly frowned upon and you kneeled in front of the weeping individual. Lily swayed herself, hands reaching for the railing behind her.

“Remus, honey?” His head lifted and he drunkenly threw his arms around your neck, almost pushing you to the ground.

“Oh, Y/N. My dear Y/N, how lovey to swee ya’” He mumbled.

He brushed his fingers through your hair as more tears escaped him, some unintelligible complaints left his mouth before you stood up again, which he wailed loudly about.

“Sirius, go get James.” He nodded with a stupid grin on his face and took off. Lily eyed you with squinted eyes, her legs trying to keep her drunken form up right. You lit a cigarette and crouched down again.

Remus eyed the cigarette and sobbed a broken. “Pwetty please.” You shook your head and held the stick away from him.

“Only if you stop crying, then off to bed, okay?” He eyed you and wiped the tears off his face with a big sniff. He took a deep breath and held his hand out.

“Stopped.” He said and you pushed the cigarette between his fingers and he silently smoked his cigarette.

“Me too!” Lily said, a small smile on her face as she held her hand out. You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t even smoke.” She only frowned at you and you heaved another big sigh, what big fucking children.

“Fine, fuck.” You cursed and lit her another cigarette.

With a big smile she took the stick and went in for a kiss, her painted lips connected somewhere between your cheek and your hair as she threw a “Thank u so so much” at you.

You made a mental note to have Suki get you more than one pack of cigarettes at a time, you damn well needed it.

Sirius made his way back to the three of you with James in tow. The man in question wasn’t as drunk as his friends as he looked at you.

“James, thank fuck. Please get Remus to bed, take Sirius with you.”

“I brought him.” Sirius mumbled next to you as he took your hand in his, a stupid smile on his face.

“Thank you, love.” You said with a sweet smile.

James chuckled and nodded at you. “What a party.” He laughed as he tried to get Remus to stand, he only complained. “M’Not finished.” He eyes the half done cigarette in his hand and left him. You lit yourself a cigarette.

“Want one too?” James shrugged and lit himself one as well. “Might as well.” So you stood there, with two shit faced drunk kids, a crying mess and James, smoking a fag. What a wonderful evening. You had to chuckle as Sirius went for your cigarette, you let him. His hand rested on your waist and his face on your shoulder.

“You look sweet, you two.” James said, blowing some smoke.

“Thanks.” Sirius answered and took another drag.

“Off now.” You said to Remus who scrambled to his feet with Lily’s help. You turned to Sirius, a hand on his cheek.

“Be good and help James.” He nodded and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Yup.” He said and followed suit.

The castle was quiet, much a contrast to last night. In your bag you had stashed a few bottles of your own creation. A hangover potion, mixed and brewed by yourself, it had proven useful during your school days.

The great hall was fairly quiet, a lot of hungover students graced the benches. With quick steps you made your way to the Gryffindor table. You reached the desired bunch and greeted them with a simple.

“Good morning.” Sirius frowned and made space for you. “Morning, love.” The others didn’t look better so you placed your bag in your lap. “Here you go.” You placed a bottle in front of each of them.

“What’s this?” Lily spoke quietly, shielding her eyes from any kind of light. “Hangover cure, drink it.” You said and in an instant they grabbed for the bottle. James downed it in one go, so did Sirius.

“Ow, this tastes like goblin piss.” Sirius complained. “It’ll help tough, so say thank you.”

He gave you a weak smile and muttered quietly. “Thank you, love.”

“I’ll catch you for lunch, I have something to do.” You said and stuffed another biscuit in your mouth. Sirius caught your hand before you could leave. You turned and looked at him.

“Where’re you going?” You squeezed his hand and gave him a smile. “I’m visiting Suki, I have some things to sort out at home.” He nodded and gave you a small smile.

“It works, huh?” You pointed at the bottle and he heaved a chuckle. “Nothing dangerous, I promise.” He nodded and gave your hand another squeeze.

You bent down to place a quick peck on his cheek before you left.

“Suki, I’m home.” You yelled as you closed the front door behind you. The cabinet was shiny and your pictures polished. You noticed that the picture of your graduation was put in a different frame.

“Miss! Suki is indescribably happy to see Miss home, come come.” She waved her tiny hands at you as she noticed you eyeing the frame.

“Oh, Suki is so sorry. It fell while Suki was cleaning. Suki has punished herself by shutting her fingers in the cabinet and changing the frame right after, Suki is so sorry, Miss.” She cried out and you gasped at her.

“Suki!” You scolded her.

“Why would you shut your fingers in the cabinet?” You took her hands in yours.

“I told you not to punish yourself, it was an accident!” She pulled her hand out of yours. “But Suki broke Miss’ favorite picture frame. Suki had to.” You frowned and pushed past her.

“We talked about this many times, Suki. I do not wish for you to hurt yourself.” She didn’t answer and followed you into the kitchen.

“More letters arrived, Miss.” Suki said as a few letters dropped on the kitchen table. You eyed the letters.

Your parents tried to get a hold of you, every now and then.

“Burn them, please.”

Suki didn’t question your choice and the letters went up in flames as she picked them up. The ringing of the telephone which sat on a small table a few feet away, caught your attention. Suki left the kitchen and you with the phone.

“Oh, Y/N. Finally I’m able to get a hold of you.” You closed your eyes and suppressed a sigh.

“Josephine.” She laughed and continued talking.

“It’s good to hear your voice, I heard you’re on a long time mission, Hogwarts, I heard. You’re finally leaving some work for us, huh?” She laughed and you felt an urge to hang up, like right now.

“Paperwork has been piling up on your desk, I gave it to your cute little house elf, she’s the sweetest isn’t she. I hope you’re well-”I actually have to-”Oh, right, you’re one busy Auror, might even be the busiest. Well I don’t want to hold you up any further, I hope your elf hasn’t misplaced the papers, some do, you see.” You tried to keep your calm.

“Thank you a lot, Josephine.” “Nothing to thank, take care.” You nodded and thanked her once again before you hung up.

Josephine was nice, but she talked and talked without stopping. Her voice didn’t help the problem much either.

You walked to the cabinet and poured yourself a drink. Suki came back with a stash of papers in hand.

“Miss Josephine left them with Suki.” She said before placing them on the table. You thanked her and got to work. Reports, approvals and other stupid forms to fill out.

“Please take them to Josephine, when you can.” Suki nodded and placed a stick of cigarettes on the table. You smiled at her before grabbing the big pack.

“You know me too well, Suki.”

She smiled at you. “Suki knows Miss best.” You nodded and gave her a quick kiss. You put your shoes on and grabbed your bag, which Suki held out for you.

“Treat yourself, Suki.” She nodded and rubbed your foot in a comforting manner. “Thank you, Miss.” You smiled at her and aparted to Hogwarts.

“There you are.” Sirius greeted you as he made space for you, Peter to your left. “What took you so long?” You gave him a small smile.

“Paperwork.” He nodded and placed some food on your plate. “The potion worked wonders.” Remus said, a content smile on his face.

“You needed it most, I think.” His face fell and his cheeks grew red.

“You were a sobbin’ mess.” James laughed and you joined, quieter though.

“Nothin’ to be ashamed of, Remus.” You waved at him, he just sighed. “Sirius and Lily were just as bad.” Lily looked at you, wide eyed. “I was super good.” Sirius threw in.

“What?” Lily questioned.

“First, you were like a lost puppy, Sirius and Lily, you demanded a cigarette while you had said you’d never touch a cancer stick.” She tried to argue but you raised your eyebrow. Sirius put his head on your shoulder.

“At least I didn’t break down crying in the hallway.” You just shook your head. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You followed the kids to class, history of magic, next. Sirius stopped you as the others kept walking. “What is it?” You asked with a small smile on your lips. He scratched the back of his neck and gave you a smile himself.

“I was thinking, the others will go to hogsmeade tonight and I’ve been wondering if, you know-”Stop beating around the bush.” He nodded and blew a breath over your head.

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me in my room to listen to some music, talk, you know, hang out a bit.” You gave him a grin.

“Hang out?” He sighed, his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage any minute now.

“Only if you like, I’ve got some good music. Led Zepplin, Black Sabbath, Prince, if you’re into that.” You gave him a nod, a big smile on your face.

“Alright, I’ll hang out with you.” He cheered silently, a big smile on his face.

“Go, you’ll miss class.” He frowned. “You’re not coming?” You barked a laugh as you fished your pack out of your pocket. “And sit through a whole lesson of history of magic? No thanks.” He sighed and took a step towards class.

“I’ll wait on top of the Astronomy Tower, get the others too.” He nodded and took off before he turned around and ran back to you. He pressed a kiss on your cheek and left with a smile on his face. You held your cheek with a big smile on your face.

What a besotted idiot you were.

The weather was fairly nice today, not too many clouds, the birds were chirping. You liked the peace which was broken not much later as the kids made their way up the tower.

“Y/N!” Marlene cheered as she sat herself down, Sirius on your right.

“HOM is so so boring.” James complained, his bag discarded on the ground. Remus and Peter joined him on the ground whereas Lily joined you on the bench.

“You’re going to hogsmeade tonight, I heard.” They didn’t answer but you saw a few nods. “I charmed these.” You held a few bracelets out for them to take.

“Keep them with you at all times.” You paused while you handed them out. “When you smash these, a protective charm is released and the one I have alerts me.” Lily put it on her wrist immediately.

“Have fun and stay safe.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Peter questioned and you shook your head. “Sirius wants to hang out with me.” Sirius buried his head in your shoulder and sighed in embarrassment.

“Hang out? More like snogging with you.” James laughed and Remus jabbed him in the ribs.

“Just cause you can’t get any.” Sirius threw his way, Peter and Marlene broke into laughter.

“How about you keep your mouth shut, Jamsie?” You laughed before lighting yourself a cigarette.

You knocked on Sirius’ door with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand and one of your own vinyls tucked under your arm. The door swung open and Sirius greeted you with a smile.

“Come in.” He said, his shirt tucked in on one side and his tie hung pulled apart from his neck. He took the wine from your hand and placed the cups and the bottle on a small table in the room.

“Sit.” He said as he pushed his hand through his hair.

“I brought one of my own.” You spoke, lips pulled in a smile. He took the vinyl from your hand and eyed it.

“Guns N’ Roses, cool!”

He placed the record next to his record player and sat himself down next to you. His bed was made neatly, just like he had fixed it a few times before you showed up.

“I’ll just.” He got off his bed and placed a Led Zeppelin record on his player and adjusted the volume before he sat down again. He faced you and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

You took one and lit it for the both of you. A few moments went by as you two just looked at each other.

“Why’re you so nervous?” You joked as you blew some smoke and he had to laugh. He lent back on the headboard of his bed and eyed you.

“You’re, like, insanely pretty, you know.” It was your turn to laugh as you blew some more smoke.

“That never stopped you.” He nodded and took another drag.

“It feels different, just you and me.” You nodded and watched the record turning on the player.

“To have you in my room is, like, a dream come true.” You chuckled, pushing some hair out of your face.

“How many girls have you told that?” His face fell as he watched you.

He leaned forward. His hand was now on yours. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m not like that anymore.” You placed your hand on his.

“Don’t worry, that’s not what I meant.” You paused.

“I mean, you’re very handsome, no wonder you’d have girls over.”

He shook his head and blew some smoke. “I’ve had one girl in my room before, not that that was anything like right now.” He paused and tried to find the right words.

“People like to paint me as a womanizer, like I have girls over every other day but, I swear I’m not like that.” You patted his cheek with a small smile on your face.

“I believe you, don’t worry.” You lifted yourself off the bed and walked to the small table. You poured some wine into the two cups and handed him a glass.

“Cheers to your false rumors.”

He barked a laugh and clinked his glass with yours.

“Cheers.”

You sat the glass on his bedside table and laid down on his bed. “Tell me about yourself.” You said as he sat his glass down as well.

“What do you want to know?” You paused.

“Tell me your story, Sirius. You know mine, now I get to know yours.” He nodded and laid down next to you, his head propped on his hand.

“My parents are pureblood fanatics, supporters of you-know-who.” He paused. “They always expected us to join the cause, his army and become death eaters. I never wanted that, I rebelled since I was a little boy.” His hand found yours.

“I had a bad fallout with them around last year, they had cursed me and I had to get away. James’ parents took me in. My brother, Regulus, probably became one of them.” You looked at him, eyes soft.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. He didn’t answer and continued. “I’m better now, now that I’m away from them.” You nodded and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad.” He smiled and sat up as the vinyl stopped playing.

“Mine now.” You demanded. “Yes ma'am." He laughed and placed your record on the player and layed down again. You now faced the ceiling while he took the same position next to you, much closer than before.

“Horrible parents, we got that in common.” You chuckled as you looked at him.

“That we have.”

He answered as he almost hovered over you. Without much thinking you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him closer. Your lips connected like they were made for each other.

Electricity sparked through you, from head to toe. His hand found your neck and you swam in the kiss like you were made for each other. It felt so right, so good.

He pulled away and looked at you with ecstasy in his eyes. He placed his forehead on yours as he whispered.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do this.” You chuckled and pulled him for another kiss. His lips worked with yours as you smiled into the kiss.

“Me too.” You answered breathlessly.

You pushed yourself off the bed and took a sip of your wine. You held your hand for him to take.

“Dance with me.”

He took your hand with a grin and put his hands on your waist. Like that you started swaying along with the music.

He leaned down and placed another kiss on your lips.

After dancing you ended up on the ground next to his record player.

“Put this one on.” You placed your finger on a Black Sabbath vinyl, which he had proudly presented to you a few minutes before. With a grin on his face he started the record and watched you bob your head along.

“I think I’ll hang out with you again.” You smiled and he chuckled before pushing his face to yours, his plump lips on yours.

“I think I'd like that.”

You opened your pack of cigarettes and handed him one, his soft eyes on yours.

“I like you a lot, Y/N.”

You nodded and blew some smoke, your eyes on the ever turning record.

“I like you too.”

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my choice; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 2.3k words plot: nothing was ever choice, so helping the order and and finding your way back to the love of your life is finally your choice. authors note: hi hi, so this was requested by my dear scarlett @arwensloanebarnes & I'm so happy to have finally written it. I hope you like it, even if i've put my own little twist on it. love u & thank you for always throwing ideas and words of motivation towards me <3

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“I want to break up.” His kind, lovely eyes now glared at her in disbelief. His arm slacked off the doorframe. His demeanor changed, his coolness gone. You watched him crumble, watched him break. His mouth opened and he didn’t say a word, your gaze wandered to his feet.

The shame washed over you like a cold shower. “Break up?” You couldn’t look at him, the man you loved to the moon and back, the man you would die for. That’s exactly why you were doing this, why you had to push him away.

“What the fuck do you mean?” He barked as he took a step towards you.

“I want to end our relationship.” You spoke, voice without emotion. He stared you down, hands in fists.

“End? What-what the fuck, you can’t just end our relationship like this, we’re Bonny & Clyde, we’re ride or die, we’re made for each other… we belong with each other.” He tried, his arms flailing around in anguish. You bit the inside of your cheek in hopes of stopping yourself from bursting out in tears.

“Not anymore, Black. I don’t date blood traitors.”

He stumbled back, his face in an expression you never hoped to see. It tore you apart, your chest felt tight as you watched him. “What?” You took a breath and grabbed your bag.

“Take care, Sirius.” Before you could turn back and tell him why you acted this way, why you had to hurt him in such a horrific way and take everything back, you dragged yourself through the door and left him behind.

You stood hidden behind a trash container, sparks flying and grunts audible. Damario and Vincius, two fellow Death Eaters, gleamed with confidence as they had cornered Albus Dumbledore in an alleyway. Their wands were held high, smirks on their faces.

“The Dark Lord will award us dearly, Vincius.” Damario spat, yellow teeth faced your way.

“I don’t think he will, Damario.” Albus tried as he popped a lemon drop in his mouth. He fished his wand from his long clothing and without a word spoken, his wand unleashed a spell so powerful that the both of them flew several feet. Damario grabbed Vincius’ arm and in a flash they were gone.

Albus didn’t put his wand away as he turned towards you, eyes set on your frame.

“You can come out now.” He said and you cursed yourself, of course he would feel your presence. You tucked your wand away and raised your arms.

“You’re more guarded with me?” You tried, his face didn’t change though, your joke fell through.

“Of course, Damario and Vincius aren’t remotely as skilled as you are, Y/N.” You gave him a smile and stepped further towards him.

“Thank you, Headmaster.” He frowned and took a step towards you, wand still raised. “What brings you here, Y/N?” He paused to eye you.

“Do you wish to murder me as well?” The smile vanished from your face and you shook your head. “No, I do not wish to murder you.” You paused as well as you let your arms fall to your side.

“Then what is it?” You sighed and fished a small container from your jacked, and pulled your wand from your other.

“I wish to help you.” He frowned and cocked his head. “You mean betray your master?” You chuckled and shook your head.

“I do not have a master, nothing of what happened with me or my friends was my choice. I wish to help you, help you defeat Voldemort and make decisions of my own.” He lowered his wand and took a step towards you.

“I’ll show you.”

Without hesitation you raised your wand to your temple and pulled the desired memory from your mind and bottled it up for Albus to take. He took the bottle from you and left you behind, his form vanished with a worp of his surroundings.

You pulled the pack of cigarettes from your pocket and lit it with the lighter Sirius had gifted you on your sixteenth birthday. You eyed the small object and sighed, you’d make everything right.

Starting with this, with your memories. Would Albus believe you? He needed to, those memories were reason enough, right?

“We gave you so much freedom, so much space to become a respectable young woman, a great witch but what do you do?” Your mother paused, wand raised at you.

“We feed you, we provide you with education and a roof over your head and you go around whoring yourself out to a blood traitor!?” A woman, you didn’t know, held you by your neck, wand pressed into your flesh.

“You think you can go against us? Against the ways of the noble Devereux household? Every member of this family will serve the Dark Lord and his ways, my dear daughter.” Her fingers crawled into your arm as you tried to get away, desperately.

Another man and your father came to your mothers side. You stared at your father, tears in your eyes as he watched you.

“Stop fighting.” He tried to calm you down. You didn’t listen, your body twisted and wound with as much effort as you could manage. Screams and tears left your face, desperate to set an end to this madness.

Your mothers cold fingers grabbed your cheeks, nothing but hatred visible in her old face.

“Stop fighting it, dear. It was never your decision to make.”

Without wasting another minute, she placed her wand on the soft flesh of your lower arm and branded you, damned you.

Albus had sent his phoenix with a letter. It had said to invite you to a meeting, to announce your plans of being a double agent and to apologize for having thought ill of you.

You had learnt the hard way to not take others' words personally.

“They’ll insult you, take your appearance as an insult.” He spoke as he tapped his wand on the door of Sirius’ parents house.

His parents were arrested not too long ago, the house was now empty. You sighed as you watched the house appear through rumbles. Why exactly this damned house?

“I’d be disappointed if not.” You sighed as you flipped the cigarette away. Your hair moved in the subtle cold wind and your heart beat like it’ll break down any minute from all the effort.

Albus didn’t answer and stepped inside, you followed him. Your coat found its way onto the overflowing coat hanger. The dark hallway seemed too familiar, making your heart skip a beat. The old wizard walked forward, he was greeted with bright hello’s and smiles.

You kept your head high, hands shoved in your jeans as you followed Albus into the kitchen. Lily threw her hand to her mouth and James shoved her behind himself. Remus watched you, body motionless. You didn’t look his way, you couldn’t.

“Albus, what is the meaning behind this?” Minerva questioned, hand propped on the dark wooden table.

“Why would you bring a Death Eater in our midst? What the fuck are you doing here?” James threw your way. You stood behind the headmaster as your mouth shifted into a grin.

“Lovely to see as well, James.” You paused, fingers playing with your lighter inside your jacket.

“How’s Harry?” James' face contorted into hatred as Sirius raised his wand. “Don’t you take his name in your filthy mouth.” Your eyes wandered to the man you missed the most. He looked good, tired, broken but strangely enough, good.

“My bad.” You stopped as Albus eyed you, demanding you to finish whatever this was.

Albus sat down, you did as well. “Y/N offered to act as a double agent.” He paused and took a sip from his cup.

“After careful consideration, she has proven herself to be trustworthy.” Sirius huffed in disbelief, his wand still tightly clasped in his right hand.

“How are you so sure?” Sirius spoke, eyes in slits. You couldn’t fight the urge to smirk. He still had it, the fire.

“I saw Y/N’s memories.” The room stilled of all motion, attention once again on you.

“What memories?” Albus shook his head at Sirius' question. “Not my place to tell, Sirius.” He eyed you down and left it at that.

You closed the room to the restroom, turning off the light. Someone’s hand on your elbow as he dragged you towards the living room. The back of his head gave him away.

“What do you want, Sirius?” He closed the door and turned around. “What do I want?” He spat, his hand on the cabinet by the door.

“What do you want?” You crossed your arms, face in an emotionless mask. “I want to help you.” He shook his head, his lips formed in a cruel snarl.

“Don’t give me this crap, help us? You turned your back on us, you became one of them.” Your eyes left his face, shame crawling up your back.

“I’m sorry.” You simply stated. He swallowed, eyes leaving your face. You were never good at arguing when you were at fault, especially not with Sirius.

“You’re sorry? Alice and Frank were tortured into insanity, Y/N!” He yelled, face turning red.

“Marlene was murdered, her whole family wiped out!” He threw his fist on the couch.

“Our friends died, butchered like animals and you’re sorry? Sorry doesn’t cut it, Y/N.” He came towards you.

“You ripped my heart out and became one of those, those disgusting vile creatures, like it was nothing to you!” He was now yelling in your face.

“You disgust me.” He spat. You swallowed and watched him walk away from you. His hand was on the handle as you spoke.

“It wasn’t my choice.”

He turned around, face hard and mad. You looked away, eyes already collecting tears.

“Nothing ever was my choice.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” You let your hands fall to your side as you looked at him once again.

“I didn’t become one of them.” You paused to take a breath.

“They made me one of them.”

He watched you, his eyebrows still furrowed.

“Made you?” You tried to fight the tears but one of them left your eyes either way.

“My mother had me pinned to the ground.” He held onto the couch as his eyes widened.

“To brand me as one of their own.” You pushed some hair behind your ear as you took a deep breath.

“I had no choice but to belong to one side. Reaching out to Albus was my choice, betraying Voldemort was my choice and being a double agent was my choice, this is for once my choice and I’ll take responsibility for it.”

You wiped the tears off your face. “I understand that you hate me, that I broke your heart and that I destroyed our friends lifes and I’ll take that guilt of not having saved Alice, Frank or Marlene but I’ll do my best to save Harry, Lily and James. To save Remus and You. I’ll do whatever it takes, so please, let me make this right.” You spoke, voice strained.

He watched you, eyes glossy.

“Why’d you have to push me away?” You gave him a sad smile.

“I had to keep you safe.” He nodded and turned to leave. Just as he opened the door he spoke again.

“I won’t stand in your way.” You didn’t answer.

“Oh fuck, don’t you die on me, Nicolai.” You cursed as you dragged the man with you, his blood made it impossible to keep a good grip on him.

“Fuck, fuck.” You cursed over and over again, his body almost limp. With the last strength you could muster, you aparated to a place you knew.

Street was dimly lit, the air was cold and the blood stuck to you like a second skin.

With a huff you sat Nicolai down next to the stairs leading up to the front stairs. You smashed your hand against the dark door and waited, hands hanging limb at your sides.

The door opened and before you stood a half smiling Sirius. His eyes widened as he took your appearance in. His hands flew to your shoulders, your waist, arms.

“Are you hurt?” He threw at you as he inspected you. “Not mine.” You managed as you pointed your finger at the unconscious form on the ground. “Good.”

“James, Remus!” Sirius yelled as he pushed himself past you. You leaned against the door frame, the pain in your shoulder slowly fading in again.

“Come in.” Lily spoke, her hand held out for you. You looked at her and reluctantly gave in. She guided you inside, sat you on Sirius’ sofa and brought you a cup of water.

“Sirius told us everything.” You nodded but kept your gaze on the ground. “We understand.” She said before she left you alone.

You downed the water and tried to get rid of the blood on your hands which had already stained your nails. Sirius made his way into the living room as he sat down on the chair which you had given him as a christmas present three years ago.

“He’ll make it.” He said as he pushed a cigarette between his lips. He held the pack out for you and without much thinking you took one.

He lit it for you and just like nothing of the past years had happened, you sat there.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” You spoke. “It’s fine.” He paused to take a drag.

“I’m glad you came to me.” You looked at him, a sad smile on your lips.

“I never stopped loving you.”

It had left your lips without much thought.

“Neither have I.”

He said, his lips in a small smile.

“Thank you for keeping me safe.” He spoke again and you chuckled, trying to keep as much ash in the ashtray as possible.

“Always.”

His hand found yours as his thumb brushed the back of yours.

This was your choice and it felt like the right one.

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wingedhallows · 27 days

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work starts tomorrow again, which isn’t half bad, i think. I always write best when i’m mentally exhausted.

i got a few things planned (but no accurate dates yet) - a new sirius fic will hit today (which was requested but i’ve put my own spin on it & i’m super proud)

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He watched you, eyes glossy. “Why’d you have to push me away?” You gave him a sad smile. “I had to keep you safe.” He nodded and turned to leave.

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i have so many ideas and so little hours in a day

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i got my eye on you - two; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 4.2k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: I've been on a roll while writing this, i hope you like it as much as i do :) leave a comment if you want to be added to the taglist :)

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„Suki has retrieved the cigarettes, Miss Y/N.“ The giddy creature smiled your way and you took the pack with a smile on your face.

„Thank you a lot, Suki.“ You patted her head and she nodded at you.

„Take a cookie, as a reward.“ She smiled back at you, hands clasped in front of her stomach.

„Thank you, Miss. Suki is happy to help herself to a tasty cookie, you‘re too kind, Miss.“

You swatted your hand and pushed a stick between your lips, with a swift move Suki held a lighter for you to take. „Thanks.“ She waved you goodbye and vanished with a kiss she blew your way.

„She delivers cigarettes to you? Kreacher only ever hissed at me.“ You turned around to catch a sight of the approaching boy. You nodded and held the pack out for him.

„It‘s all I make her do.“ You paused to light his cigarette. “My parents sent her to me in my third year of school, as a present.” He huffed some smoke and nodded.

“There’s not really any need for an elf but she’s been with me through thick and thin, so she keeps the house clean and I send for her once in a while.” You took another drag of the cigarette.

“Keeps her happy, I think.”

Sirius sat himself down on the stone bench next to the both of you and without a word you joined him.

“There was something I wanted to talk to you about.” He started, cigarette between his plump lips once more. Your shoulders connected as you crossed your legs, the dim light illuminated his face just the right amount.

“Sounds serious, no pun intended.” He chuckled before he brought the can of soda he had brought with himself to his lips. After his swig, he held it out for you and you took it without hesitation.

“Nothing serious, I swear.” He paused. “Pun intended.” He now faced you, his legs connected with yours as he watched you.

“Our match is tomorrow, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff.” You nodded and took another sip before you placed the can between you both.

“Of course I'll be there to cheer for you.” He smiled and took another drag from his cigarette.

“Afterwards there’ll be a party, to celebrate our win.” It was your turn to chuckle, you turned towards him, your leg rested on the bench, awfully close to his.

“You don’t know that yet.” He only shook his head, a smile on his face.

“It’s Hufflepuff, they have three second years on the team, plus, they’ve never been the best, come on.” You nodded and placed a hand on his knee.

“Of course, when you say so.” You cooed before you brushed his chin with your finger in a playful manner. His head lowered with a snicker. “Come to the party.” He said. Your eyes found his before you took another drag from your cigarette. You moved your head closer, awfully close before you blew the smoke in his face.

“No.” You whispered back. His head fell back with a dramatic sigh. “What do you mean, no?” You shook your head and took another sip of his soda. “I mean, I'm way too old for a house party full of drunk hormonal teens.”

“Too old? Why do you make it sound like you’re fifty?” He rested his arm on the backrest of the bench before he took another drag. “You’re twentyfour for godric’s sake.” You nodded and threw the done cigarette on the ground.

“That means I’ve had my fair share of parties, I’m good, thanks.”

He nudged your shoulder with a pout on his lips.

“Come on, you haven’t had one like ours. It’ll be fun, I swear.” You took another sip of his soda, can in hand. “You’re like so cool, how can I celebrate a win without you?” He pouted, his done cigarette now on the ground.

“You can’t handle me at one of your parties, sweetheart.” You spoke, head tilted.

His eyebrows raised. “Is that a challenge?” You smirked at him. “It’s a promise.” He smirked back at you and nodded his head. You lifted yourself off the bench.

“So, you’ll come?” He stood in front of you, frame towering over yours. Your hands found his tie, his shirt, which you playfully fixed.

“Bring me a trophy first.”

With hooded eyes he looked down on you, cheeks flushed as you tapped his cheek gently. “Yes m’am.”

You nodded with a small smile on your face. “Good boy.” You whispered back. He huffed a breath before you retreated.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispered more to himself as he watched you leave.

Breakfast the next morning was normal, the kids were cheerful. James and Sirius gloated their Quidditch uniforms like the buffoons they were. Sirius threw an arm over your shoulder with a wide smile on his face.

“Morning, love.” He spoke, his other hand grabbed for your cup. “Morning.” You responded before you shoved a piece of biscuit into your mouth.

“You’re in good spirits, I see.” You chuckled as James placed his gloves down. He nodded, taking a sip from his cup. “Of course, we’ve got nothing to worry about.” He said with a smile on his face.

“You’ll join us in the stands, right?” Lily spoke as she placed her cup down on the wooden table. You gave her a nod, a cigarette between your lips now.

“Since Sirius asked me really nicely.” You lit the stick with a tap of your finger and blew the smoke with a grin on your face.

“He asked nicely?” Marlene threw in. You lifted yourself off the bench, eager to make it to the lavatory on time. One hand on his shoulder, the other grasped the hair on the back of his head. You pulled his head back slightly as you threw Marlene a smirk.

“On his knees and all.” You chuckled and walked off. His friends just stared in disbelief. “Did not!” He yelled after you.

The stands were packed and loud. Lily sat to your right and Remus to your left. You had pushed your sunglasses up to hold your hair back, there was no need for them anyways.

The audience broke out in cheers as the teams made their way onto the field. Without much talking the teams mounted their brooms and shot up into the air.

The game started tame, both teams seemed relaxed. Relaxed enough for Sirius to hover by the Gryffindor stand and throw you a wink.

Your eyes wandered to the Slytherin stand over and over again. You hadn’t missed the way the Slytherin’s would eye the two marauders, the constant prank war between them and the fact that Severus Snape and his dear little friends were loyal dogs to one dark wizard in particular.

Snape seemed agitated by James’ taunting, his fists clenched as he watched Sirius stick his tongue out.

“What is it?” Remus spoke next to you, but you didn’t take your eyes off Snape. His face had grown crimson, his wand clasped tightly in his hand. You pushed yourself farther to the edge of your seat.

Just as Sirius slumped over on his broom with laughter, Nott mumbled something into Snapes ear. With joined forces they mumbled something, to not make it obvious, you thought.

Sirius’ broom seemed to suddenly have developed a mind of its own as it went rampage, trying to throw him off. His hand slipped and the broom took off without him.

His red ropes swooshed in the wind as he fell. Without much thought you jumped out of your seat, placed your feet on the railing and jumped off. You grabbed onto Sirius ropes and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug as you recited a spell, almost inaudible.

The earth beneath you seemed to become mushy, like rubber and your bodies didn’t crack into million little pieces but it had cushioned your fall like a trampoline.

You scrambled to your knees as the spell wore off and found Sirius huffing coughs next to you.

“Sirius, god, are you alright?” Your hands patted down his body to check for any kind of injury. “Are you hurt?” His hand found your arm, to stop you.

“I’m fine, love.” He cracked a smile and lifted his upper body to push a hand through his hair. “Thanks to you.” You nodded and brushed some dirt off his cheek.

“I’m glad you’re alright.” You whispered as you heard the incoming footsteps. You pushed a quick peck to his forehead and lifted yourself off the ground.

“Y/N-” He was cut off by the mass of people who checked for his well being. Without another chance to arouse your attention he watched you aparate away, you had someone to visit.

The corridor was dimly lit, cold. Your wand was twirling around between your fingertips as you waited for them to show up. The handy dandy map Sirius had showed you a few days ago folded to show you exactly where those worms lingered around.

Severus Snape’s tiny footsteps wandered just the way you wanted it to. Sirius and his friends have been pacing around in their dorms, probably distraught about your disappearance.

You were glad Sirius was fine, to fail your job after mere weeks would’ve wrecked your reputation and your weak besotted heart.

Their voices reached your ears. The map disappeared into your pocket as you gripped your wand tightly, a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself off the brick wall.

“What?” One of them spoke, voice quiet as Snape raised his hand, for him to shut up. You waved your fingers and reached for the handle of the empty classroom.

Without a word you waved your wand in the direction of the room. Severus gave you a snarl and followed you suit. His three friends followed him but didn’t miss out on eyeing you from head to toe.

With a quick movement from your hand the candles came to life, illuminating the classroom. With your wand you laced a concealment charm on the bricks around you, no noise would be able to be heard.

“What is the meaning of this?” You sat yourself down on a table while the four of them kept standing in front of the blackboard. Their hands held their wands tight, ready for an attack.

You had to chuckle, your pack of cigarettes already in your hands. As you pushed a stick between your lips and lit it with the tip of your finger, they tensed.

“You’re smart, Snape. I’m sure you know what the meaning of this is.” You blew some smoke in their direction as you tucked your wand into your pocket.

“I don’t kn-”Don’t lie to me.” You paused to take a drag. “I saw you, you four, today.” Snape slightly raised his wand, face tense as one of his buddies spat.

“You don’t know anything, you filthy mudblood!” Your face contorted into an unamused frown as you blew some more smoke.

“Very original, but I’m the furthest thing from a mudblood, dear.” You took another drag.

“The thing is, you tried to hurt Sirius Black, who stands under my protection.” Snape raised his wand, chin held high.

“No harm in that, he’s a filthy blood traitor, he is!” Snape spoke, voice confident.

“Wrong again.” You flicked the cigarette butt to their feet to which they flinched just the tiniest bit.

“I’m not here to play around with little cockroaches like you four, so you better leave them alone from now on or I'll have your head, alright?”

“You wouldn’t dare, we are more powerful-” He was cut off by your loud laugh, your head fell back as you wiped a non existing tear.

“Oh, how I love false confidence, it’s truly amusing.” You walked to them, Severus’ collar now in your hand as you got awfully close.

“You mean the power, Voldemort promises you?” He gulped as his eyes grew to slits.

“Let me tell you something, You’re nothing more than some rats who lavish in the thought of possessing as much power as he does, though I believe the man to be nothing more than a joke.” You paused to not to so gently pat his cheek.

“So keep that ego down as long as you’re as weak as the first years, you’re embarrassingly foolish and honestly a little bit annoying.” You let go of the angry young man and took a step back.

“Don’t make me angry again, for your own good.” You gave them a wink and turned to grab your pack of cigarettes as out of the corner of your eye you saw an object flying towards you.

Too slow to fend it off with magic it flew straight for your head. With a sharp pain it hit your forehead. With a hiss you raised your hand, ready to recite a curse. You caught yourself as you decided on something less physical harming.

Suddenly all the hair on their heads swayed to the ground. Your balance was off but you managed to eye them down.

“You know, as much as I love inflicting pain there’s something way better.” You held yourself on the table behind you, the boys furious and petrified as they looked at each other.

"Humiliation."

You almost whispered as a pained smile formed on your lips. “I’ll rid you of this well deserved punishment only when you apologize to Sirius Black in front of the whole school during breakfast.”

You took a few steps forward before you raised your hand and slapped Severus Snape across the cheek. “That’s for throwing something at me.’”

Before they could say anything else you aparted away, in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor dorms. The hot blood which seeped from your wound made its way past your eye and you had to squint out of instinct. The portrait opened without demanding a password from you, Dumbledore had made sure of that.

The dorm was still dimly lit as you heard shuffling and voices, which belonged to the teens you were assigned to. You walked forward, your head pounding before you grabbed your pack and pushed a cigarette between your lips.

“Y/N!” Lily almost yelled before Marlene hushed her.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a party?” You threw in before you lit the stick.

“Where the fuck were you?” Sirius threw in, his hands reaching for your elbows before he eyed your head, his eyes grew uncomfortably cold.

“Who did this to you?”

He spoke, eyes almost dark. You shook your head and just took another drag from your cigarette.

“I’m fine.” You said to him but he huffed a breath, frustrated. He guided you to the couch as James made space for you.

“Where were you?” Remus tried and you blew some smoke as you eyed the fire. Sirius urged Peter for a tissue and he started wiping the blood off your face, you let him.

“I met with some snakes.” You answered and Lily gasped as she leaned forward.

“You met Severus?” You had to smirk, another drag off the cigarette filled your lungs. Smart little witch.

“I seeked the little shits out.” Sirius was the one to frown now as he looked at you. “Why would you do that?” You held his hand, stopped him from wiping your skin off.

“I’m supposed to keep you safe, can’t have some Slytherin shitheads believe it��s alright to throw you off your broom on my watch.”

James and Marlene had to stifle a laugh as Sirius didn’t budge. “Getting hurt for us is stupid though.” He said and you pushed yourself off the couch before you let the cigarette butt vanish in your palm.

“That’s literally my job, Sirius.” He stood as well, hands clasped in fists as he stared at you. “I’ve dealt with worse.” You walked up to him and planted a hand on his chest as you pushed some hair away from your face.

“Stop sulking, big boy, and get ready for your party.” His face was still in a frown. You grabbed his collar and yanked him down. “I said, stop sulking.” You petted his cheek and aparated to your room, desperately.

You had to steady yourself on the edge of your sink, the pounding in your head only growing worse. With a quick movement of your hand the wound disappeared and Suki appeared.

“Miss Y/N, the painkillers, Suki has them here.” You turned around and slumped down on your bed.

“Lay down with me Suki, please.” Suki didn’t hesitate and laid herself down with you. Her hand still held onto the pill which you took and swallowed without another thought. Her big ears flopped on her face as she watched you with big eyes.

“Suki urges Miss to be careful, don’t want Miss to get hurt again.” You laid a hand on her face and a small smile on your face.

“Thank you, for worrying about me, Suki.” She laid her small hand on yours as she gave you a toothy smile. “Always, Miss Y/N.”

You opened your arms and without a word having to be said she scrambled into them and there you laid, tangled in a hug, just like you had all those years ago. Hugging Suki while being a student helped and it still did.

She was more than a house elf, she was your friend.

Suki helped you pick out the outfit for tonight and you were satisfied as you finished up your makeup.

“Miss looks dashing.” You smiled at her and stroked her cheek lovingly.

“Be sure to treat yourself big time tonight, you helped me a lot, Suki.” She clasped her hands like a child and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Suki lives to serve Miss, Suki is happy she was of help.” You sprayed some perfume on yourself and gave her a big smile.

“You’re always of help to me, what would I do without you, Suki?” She rubbed your leg with a smile on her face and left with a poof.

You grabbed the bottle of alcohol, Suki had left behind and you made your way to the Gryffindor dorm. The noise thumbed through the halls and you were surprised that no teachers interfered with the ongoing celebration.

The portrait opened and you stepped inside, instantly greeted with heat, the smell of sweat, perfume and surprisingly, weed. People from all houses, except Slytherin, were present.

After a few more minutes of searching you found one of the Gryffindor boys, Peter. You greeted him with a hug and pushed the bottle of Bacardi into his hand.

He thanked you and placed it on the table next to you, where all the booze was sitting. He grabbed your hand and led you to his friends, who sat on the big couch, again. They were dressed nicer but still sat there like they did when you left.

“Who died?” You laughed before pushing a stick between your lips. Sirius’ friends looked at you, faces hopeful while he still sat, pouting. With a cock of your head you signaled the lot to take off and have fun, you’d take care of Sirius.

James jumped off the couch first and engulfed you in a hug. “You’re a gem, Y/N.” You patted his arm.

“I brought some Bacardi.” He smiled at you and threw his arm over Remus’ shoulder. “She brought booze, too good for us.” He laughed before he squeezed your arm and took off.

You popped down next to Sirius who didn’t say a thing.

“What’s wrong with you, party pooper?” He eyed you and huffed like a child.

“I'm not talking to you.” He spat, arms crossed. You grinned at him.

“You are tough.” He frowned and turned his back towards you. You shook your head and turned around.

A kid behind you rolled himself a joint, you turned towards him and brushed some hair behind your ear. You took two cigarettes from your pack and held them out for him to take and with a shy smile on your face you held out your other hand.

With a grin he placed his joint in your hand and took the two cigarettes. You sent him a wink and mouthed a thank you. He nodded at you and gave you a smile.

You placed the joint between your lips and lit it, taking a drag. It has been a while, so you savored the hit.

You grabbed Sirius neck and pulled him back, he rested on your chest as you placed the stick in front of his lips. Without much thought he took a drag and closed his eyes. You brushed his cheek as you whispered in his ear.

“Relax, you’re being annoying.”

He turned around and gave you a shocked expression. You urged him to take another drag before he could say anything.

“I’m fine, so please, stop being like this.”

He didn’t answer but took the joint from your hand. A few moments later he pushed his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close.

You took a drag as he held his hand out and he did as well.

“You scared me.” He said, his fingers played with your hair. “I know.” He paused.

“I was so worried.” He said and you answered. “I know.” He let go and looked at you.

“You can’t just disappear like that.” “Okay.” His hand found yours as he let you take another drag.

“You can’t get hurt on my behalf, I don’t care if it’s your job.” He said, face serious.

“Alright.” He didn’t say anymore and took the final drag. You stood and pulled him with you.

“How about some booze?” He nodded and followed you, finger intertwined. He towered over you as you pushed a cup of alcohol in his hands, which he drank without complaining.

You dragged him along and started dancing. Fame by David Bowie seemed like the perfect song to dance to right now, so you took a sip of your drink and started to dance, he followed with a smile on his face.

He bent down and threw his hand over your chest, your back to his front and fingers intertwined as you swayed along to the music. The world seemed to slow around you and the only thing that existed were Sirius, You and the music.

You turned around and downed your drink, discarding the cup on a table nearby. He did the same and threw his hands over your shoulders, his face in a big smile.

The fifth song or so stopped and you pulled apart. Sirius excused himself to use the loo and you took that as your cue to flee to the balcony. You desperately needed some fresh air.

You lit yourself a cigarette and slumped over the railing.

“Y/N, the moodmaker.” You heard next to you as Remus came into sight. His lips in a smile as he took a drag of his own cigarette. “You smoke?” He nodded, obviously intoxicated.

“I like you, Y/N.” He spoke as he took another drag from his cigarette. You smiled and spoke. “I like you too, Remus.” He gave you a smile, his arm now around your shoulders.

“You’re good for him.” You didn’t answer.

“He’s absolutely besotted, actually.” You had to laugh and turn towards him. “We were all pretty worried about you.” He confessed as he took a sip from a cup.

“Think about us the next time, will ‘ya?” You gave him a nod and patted the back of his head in a kind manner. He gave you a smile and flicked the cigarette butt off the balcony.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek gently and left you alone. His wonky figure retreated inside, his steps swaying.

You loved these kids, more than you would like to admit. Remus was an absolute sweetheart, drunk or not.

“Here you are.”

Sirius's inebriated form came towards you, drink in hand. “How nice of you to bring booze.” He managed before he took your hand in his. “James told.” He said, brushing a hand through his hair.

“I see.” You held the cigarette out for him, he took a drag and gave you a smile.

“You’re so pretty.”

He said, taking a swig of his drink, holding it out for you shortly after. You took a sip and gave him a smile as well. “Thank you, Sirius.”

He brushed some hair behind your ear and held your hand with the other. Slowly but surely he came closer, your noses now inches apart. You could feel his breath on your face.

“Sirius, Y/N!” You pulled apart as Lily stumbled onto the balcony, face distraught.

You stepped in front of Sirius, hands still intertwined.

“It’s Remus.”

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