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Imagine being Sirius’s daughter {Part 3}

Part one

Part two

-Remus never told you that he still believed your father was guilty, his heart was in a state of heartbreak whenever he would look at you, your eyes filled with hope that you could somehow set him free. Remus wanted so desperately to have your blind, bias belief, I mean what little girl wants to believe her dad was a spy for the enemy and was responsible for the death of most of your family, which was the only reason he couldn’t forgive Sirius for his crimes.

-You and the boys wrote each other daily during the winter break.

-On Christmas Remus surprised you with a book by Lockheart, “Everyone says he is very popular amongst the female readers.”

“He also is a fiction writer, I mean there is no way that someone with a face like his could be the smartest ravenclaw there ever was.”

-Remus chuckled at your response, and then surprised you with a trip to Hogwarts, his backpack filled with presents from you both. When you arrived in Dumbledore’s office you immediately wanted to go find Hagrid, to which the two men stated was okay, “We will meet you at his hut shortly.” Dumbledore answered as you raced from the office towards the spiral stairs.

“I know that look Remus, what is on your mind?”

“You promised me he would never get in contact with her while she was here.” His voice was low

“I did, and I have...”

“He has been writing her since she arrived Albus, and now I just had to tell my daughter that he has been writing to her constantly! I had to look my daughter in the eyes and lie to her that I believed her father was innocent. How can I believe a man who betrayed his friends, who murdered them all, almost got his own godson killed, and not once thought about his incredibly smart, talented, humble, compassionate little girl? I wanted to avoid this Albus, but it seemed I can not trust anyone but my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” Albus asked, Remus hadn’t even realized he kept calling you his daughter, normally he would just call you his niece, or by name. His eyes softened towards the headmaster as he hissed, “Well she might as well be.”

-Dumbledore reassured him that Sirius posed no real threat to you or him, “He is locked away in a cell, never to be freed again.”

-When they went to the Hut with McGonnagall, and some of the other professors, when they opened the door, they saw you sitting on the couch opposite the armchair, your coat discarded, revealing your maroon and gold stripped sweater. A mug was in between your hands, whip cream towering over the top of it as you looked at Hagrid, who was telling you a story about Bowtruckles. Your giggles filled the small space as they all filed into the room. That’s when Hagrid turned around and stood, ready to prepare hot chocolate for everyone, as Remus pushed by and sat beside you on the couch.

-The day after Christmas you went to Diagon Alley to try to find a good gift for Fred. You searched high and low, but nothing stood out to you. That was until you saw the window display of the Quality Quidditch Supplies.

“Uncle Mooney, how realistic would it be to hex my bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm?”

-Quite, why?”

“Because I think I found the gift I want to get Fred.” You answered with a smile before opening the shop door.

-One night while Remus was sipping his tea, he looked up at you, curled up at the end of the sofa, reading a book in one of your oversized sweaters, the glow of the fire illuminated your face, as your tea sat beside you, “You know who you look like right now?”

“Your niece?”

“No, you look just like your Aunt Lily. I mean she was a bookworm, intelligent witch, who was somehow involved with the pranksters of Gryffindor.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled, before Remus smiled, a ping of sadness overcoming him as he missed his friends... the only real family he ever had. You could tell he was off suddenly, and looking at him as he sipped his tea again you asked, “Uncle Mooney, tell me about your time at Hogwarts?”

-You both stayed up most of the night, chuckling at the stories he told. By the time you went to bed, the fire was down to just glowing embers, both of your teas cold, but you were happy, and that night you both slept in until noon.

-When the full moon occurred you went to Hagrid’s hut, and spent the day with him walking in the forbidden forest in the snow.

-When you left to go back to Hogwarts, you looked at your uncle on the station, “Uncle Mooney?”

“Yes Love?”

“No more secrets okay, I mean I would hope you trust me enough to tell me anything, cause I certainly trust you.”

-Of course Love.” He smiled before pulling you in for a hug, and handing you a chocolate bar, “For the journey.”

-When you found the booth that the twins and Lee were hiding in your whole face lit up, and you were quick to slip in next to Fred as they all were laughing at the story of how Fred and George turned Percy’s hair pink by adding some of their mom’s herbs to his shampoo, and how it backfired when everyone’s had turned pink.

-Once the train started to move however you smiled, “Okay, so shall we exchange?”

-In a circle you each gave your gifts one by one, Fred got Lee, Lee got George, George had gotten you, and you had gotten Fred. You decided to go in the same order you drew names, meaning Fred went first.

-Fred reached in his bag and pulled out a rectangular box, and handed it over to you, “Here, I hope you like it.”

When you opened it, you noticed the dull blue of the tissue paper, and slowly pulled it back to reveal the knitted yarn, the collar was a pastel purple color, while the rest of the sweater was a minty green, your first initial in the same pastel purple. As you held it up, you couldn’t suppress a smile, “I love it.”

-George got Lee the same present, except his was Gryffindor colors.

-Both boys were estact that you liked their gifts.

-Lee handed George a box, and when he opened it, it was filled to the brim with all different sorts of candy. However when he reached inside he withdrew a gameboy.

“The muggles use it to play video games, I figured it might be an interesting gift, and something your dad would love to learn about.”

-Once it was your turn you smiled towards Fred, “You can’t be mad.”

“How could I ever be mad at you?” He chuckled as you smiled wide, before opening your charmed bag and reaching all the way into it, the boys eyes widening as you exclaimed, “Got it.”

-The package was as neatly wrapped as it could be, the paper was a matte blue, with a green ribbon on top. Using both hands you extended it towards Fred, “I figured if you and Georgie were going to someday be real quidditch players, you might as well have a good broom.”

-When he unwrapped it, he was blown away to see the Comet 260, his hands slightly going over the wood as he admired it. However he stopped for a moment at the handle, “Why did you engrave a G in it?”

“Oh bloody hell, that one was meant for George, give me a second.” You exclaimed reaching back in to pull out another one, this time wrapped in orange paper with a yellow bow, “This one is yours Freddie, I mean I couldn’t get one brother a broom and not the other.”

“You got a present in there for me too?” Lee joked as you reached in and withdrew a box wrapped in green paper, which held a box microphone. “Of course.” However they didn’t see the second small box you withdrew, and as George and Lee admired the Gameboy, you gently tapped Fred on the leg, “Here’s one more gift, and I promise, it isn’t another broom.”

- As he opened it, he noticed it was also charmed with the Undetectable expansion charm. Reaching inside he withdrew a Jersey, which was maroon and gold, and had the snitch embroidered onto it.

“Figured you could be the most official looking player when you match up with your siblings.” You whispered

“You really didn’t have to.” He replied, tears in his eyes as you rested your chin on his shoulder, “No, but what are friends for, we are supposed to support each other’s dreams.”

-After that, you and Fred were always close, Lee used to joke that he liked hanging out with you far more than his own twin brother.

-About a month after arriving, at the feast table Albus leaned over to McGonagall, “10 Galleons says that Fred and [Y/N] are dating by their seventh year?”

“I say it will be by their fifth year.” She replied, before reaching her hand out to shake on it

-You never told the boys you knew who created the map, nor did you tell your father that George and Fred were using it to prank students and staff during the school year.

-Sirius wrote you once a week.

- You were in all the same classes as the boys, and it made it so much easier for you to help them with homework. The boys were pretty bright, however they would sometimes get carried away thinking about who to prank and how. Occasionally you would chime in, but most times you would just chuckle and shake your head.

-Percy always looked at you and asked how you could be friends with people like his younger brothers, to which you always gave a witty response. The responses would always cause Fred and George to laugh.

-One night Lee looked at you, both of the twins were running late to dinner, meaning it was just you and Lee for a while. Knowing that the food would disappear probably before the boys made it to the Great Hall, you made a plate for both boys, and made sure to grab an extra pudding for Fred.

“You never get me an extra pudding?” Lee faked whined as you raised an eyebrow, “Lee, I literally gave you my pudding yesterday.” 

-When the boys arrived Fred sat across from you, and smiled, “No way, you snagged me an extra pudding.”

“What are friends for?” You smiled as George looked at his plate, which you had put extra turkey on for him, a smile on his face as he looked at his friends.

“You know something, we should all get together this summer.” George suggested, as you raised an eyebrow, “George it’s only March.”

“Yeah, and school ends soon. Then we have to go 3 months without seeing each other. We could ask our mum, I am sure you all could stay in our room.”

“My parents would probably be okay with that, what about you [Y/N]?”

“I’m sure it would be okay, I can ask him.” You let it slip, as they all looked towards you.

“Don’t you mean them?” George asked

“Um..... no. I ummmm live with my uncle.” You answered, you had never told them you didn’t have a mom, or that your father was in Azkaban on a false charge, or that your uncle who you lived with was a werewolf.”

-The boys went silent, and after several seconds, they began their regular banter.

-The next day you wrote Remus, and asked what he would think about you spending some time with the Weasleys at the burrow. He replied within the week and said it would be fine with him, as long as you never returned on a full moon, or the day after.

-When George and Fred asked their parents, Arthur expressed some concern to Molly in private, “I mean how do we know we can trust her, what if she is just like her father?”

“She is just a little girl Art, besides she has basically lived with Remus her whole life. He would never let her grow up to be a monster. Let’s just give her a chance, besides the boys will be heartbroken if we say Lee can come and not [Y/N].”

- The first time you went to the Burrow, you used Floo powder to get there, your eyes widened as you took in the scenery. Everything about the burrow looked homey, and you were fascinated by the use of magic throughout the home. The needle moving to create a sweater, the sponge moving itself in a circular motion on the dishes, the stove turning itself off as the kettle whistled, the broom sweeping into the dust pan, as the mop followed behind. The dry dishes putting themselves away, as you exited the mantle.

-Molly rounded the corner as you stepped out, her round face dressed with a smile as she extended her arms, “You must be [Y/N], it is so nice to finally meet you my dear.” She quickly advanced towards you as she wrapped you in a hug, “I hope you got here alright.”

“Of course Mrs. Weasley, thank you so much for allowing me to stay for a while in your lovely home.”

“Of course my dear, and no need for formality here, Molly is fine.” She smiled, before calling, “Boys! [Y/N] is here!”

-You couldn’t help but smile as 3 pairs of feet came raising down the stairs, and tackled you onto the couch. The room erupting into a fit of laughter as the boys all dog piled you, and as they stood up (After Molly telling them to), Fred reached out to help you up.

-You slept in the twins room, the boys had made up two cots for you and Lee. Your cot was closer to Fred’s bed. Most nights after the rest of the house had fallen asleep, you and the boys would stay up quietly giggling at future pranks.

-Ron and Ginny loved having you around, whenever they would try to hang out with their two older brothers they would say that they were busy with their friends, yet you would say, “If you want we can do something, who needs these losers anyway to have fun.”

-You always offered to help Molly with the chores, and some nights you even convinced the boys to help.

-One night while you were doing chores with Molly, she leaned over, “I never thanked you by the way.”

“For what?”

“Fred and George were so excited when they got home, they wanted to show us the new brooms they had written us so much about. I know it is just a material object, but most people don’t know that the boys are skilled quidditch players. They just see the jokes, and the pranks, which leads them to get labeled as the general prankster. I can’t tell you how many times the boys have gotten rubber chickens, and whoopie cushions, or little fireworks. You actually showed that you listen to them, and that is all a mother can ask of her children’s friends.”

“No problem Molly, they are wonderful boys.” You smiled, as Ginny raced into the kitchen, “Hey [Y/N], do you think we can have a girls night?”

“Of course.” You smiled.

-You always helped with the twin’s chores, which Molly thought was wonderful.

-You hated weeding the garden though, so you would just lay in the grass and read while the boys labored in the dirt.

-You were only supposed to stay for two weeks, however you ended up staying for a whole month. Lee left after the two weeks though.

-Whenever they would play quidditch in the garden George was insistent on having you on their team, you were an okay player. Whenever you all had some free time between chores, Fred and George would teach you how to play, helping you learn strategies.

-When you went home each of the Weasleys gave you a hug, Molly of course looked at you and smiled, “Now don’t be a stranger, you are welcome anytime.”

“Really, if you don’t mind me asking, may I come stay August 6th?”

“That’s next week?” George replied, his tone questioning as you smiled, it wouldn’t be for too long, just a day or two, my Uncle is going to be out of town for those days. I didn’t want to spend the day alone.”

“Of course Love, whatever you need.” Arthur smiled, his whole attitude towards you altered after your first visit to the burrow.

-After that visit, you spent all the full moons at the Burrow. None of them ever asked why you always stayed on full moons, nor did the professors ask why you stopped coming to Hogwarts.

-Remus hated when you were away, the cabin was so quiet, but he couldn’t stop you. He knew your father was the same way during summer breaks so he could only imagine it was the Black genes in you. You however always came back with a smile plastered on your face, and spent the week telling him all about what you did.

-When you went shopping for your supplies for your second year, Molly and Arthur invited you and Remus to join them, which you eagerly agreed to.

-The plan was to meet at the Burrow, as soon as the twins heard the sound of an Apparition spell, they were out the door. Immediately they had you wrapped in a hug, your arms hanging around both of their necks as they gripped you tightly. Pulling away they then looked at Remus.

“You must be Mister Lupin, pleasure to see you again sir.” They both said at the same time, hands rocketing out for a handshake. He just looked at the pair and replied, “And you must be George,” he pointed to George, “And Fred.” He pointed to Fred before reaching out and shaking both of their hands.

“Blimey, not even our own mum can tell us apart like that.” George joked as you immediately piped up, “Your mum can tell you apart just fine, it is just the two of you that like to switch identities to see if anyone will notice.”

-Next out the door was Ron, his kind of grown out red mop blowing in the wind as he raced over and into your arms, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too kid.”

-Fred and George rolled their eyes at the interaction, both of them had figured out during your first stay that Ron had developed some little crush on you, Remus of course saw the eye rolls and whispered, “Now don’t tell me you never had a crush on one of your brother’s friends when you were his age?”

-while all the kids raced around the yard before going, Remus talked with Arthur and Molly. Of course the awkward subject came up, “So does she know...”

“Yes, she knows exactly what her father did, and as much as I hate it, she believes he was framed. However we don’t discuss the topic of her father unless absolutely necessary. I would hope the same is being done here.”

“Of course Remus.” Molly replied, shooting Arthur a disapproving look, “Our kids don’t know anything about him, and I doubt she has told any of them.”

“I mean Fred and George might know, seeing how close they are.” Athur piped up, but Remus just looked at him, “No they don’t, she would never risk losing your boys. I dare say she would protect them with her life if she had too.”

“Just as her father was supposed to?” The response was automatic, Arthur hadn’t even thought of it when it slipped out, and he immediately regretted it, whispering an apology as Remus shot him a disapproving look, as Molly gave him the look of death. However all Remus replied with was, “She is nothing like her father.”

- The twins and you wanted ventured out on your own as soon as you arrived to Diagon Alley, Remus chuckling as you looked at him quickly, “You can join us if you like.”

“Are you sure darling, I would hate to spoil your fun?” He replied as George laughed

“Nonsense Mr. Lupin, [Y/N] tells us you were quite the prankster when you were our age, we would love to hear more about it. Maybe get some ideas.” Fred smiled, as Remus looked towards the ground, a ping of sadness entering his heart as he chuckled, “Now Fred, I was not the prankster of the group, that title was held by [Y/N]’s father, and her Uncle James.”

-After going to a few shops looking for supplies, the four of you all went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and got some ice cream. As you sat at the table Fred and George asked Remus what it was like when he was at Hogwarts. As you licked your cone you couldn’t help but chuckle as Remus’s face lit up, telling Jame’s and Sirius’s prank stories to the twins.

-Their personal favorite was when Sirius and James had discovered a new muggle song, and somehow disguised a boom box in the Great Hall, and turned it to Maximum volume. The entire day the Hall was filled with Don’t Go Breaking my Heart by Thin Lizzy, on a loop. They earned two days of detention with Flich, in which he had them polish all of the trophies in case.

-At one point while you were shopping, Fred picked up a flower on the side of the road, and paid 15 Sickles for it, he then walked up beside you and leaned over, “Figured you might like this.”

“You bought me a Garden Rose, is it bewitched?”

“Course not, can’t a boy just buy his best friend a pretty flower?” He smiled as you cautiously took it from him, and thanked him.

-Remus was watching you both from a distance, and smiled as he thought of his niece falling in love, and was hopeful that it was at least with one of the Weasley boys.

-When it was time to part ways Fred asked Remus, “Sir, do you mind if one day, George and I come over, and stay for a week? We would love to see what your home looks like, and to hear more stories?”

“Unfortunately boys, I don’t think that is possible, however I would be more than happy to come to the burrow whenever you want to tell you more.”

-Remus didn’t know how to explain the scratches that were randomly scattered along the interior and exterior of the cottage.

-When you got home, Remus looked at you with a smile, “I like those two.”

“I knew you would.” You smiled, as you put your bags down, and dropped your garden rose into a vase.

-You sent your father letters all about the Weasley twins, and told him how they looked up to him and Uncle Prongs after Remus shared their stories. You had no idea how much it meant to him that Remus was still talking about him.

-When it was time for you all to go back, Remus stood on the platform with you, “Now don’t let those boys rope you into any pranks that will get you expelled.”

“Course Uncle Mooney.” You replied, before wrapping him into a hug. As you pulled away you saw two tuffs of red hair race over, “Come on [Y/N], Lee’s already on the train saving us a booth.” George whined as they both grabbed your hands and led you away, while shouting, “Good to see you Mr. Lupin.”

-When you started your second year you noticed you were in all the opposite classes as the boys. Your smile dropping as you tried to envision classes without your best friends.

-That first night in the common room the four of you all sat around in the corner, the moonlight pouring into the window as you watched Lee and Fred compet in a game of Wizards Chess, George scribbling down prank ideas. Finally he looked at you, “How do you think we can pull off your father’s prank?”

“What?”

“You know the one where they blasted muggle music throughout the Great Hall?”

“Don’t you think that will be too odvious, I mean the only people who would know about that would be [Y/N], we would be had for sure.” Lee replied, before saying, “Pawn to E6.”

“Besides, I think we can pull off far better pranks then my dad and his friends, I mean you two are the Weasley Twins, greatest pranksters to ever attend Hogwarts.” You smiled as Fred slightly blushed.

-Lee and George both noticed how Fred blushed, and when you went to bed that night both of them looked at him, “Okay, spit it out.”

“Spit out what Lee?” He asked confused.

“Do you have a crush on our very own Miss Black?” George asked, as Fred began to stutter, causing both boys to smile.

“Blimey Fred, why don’t you just tell her then.”

“It’s not that simple Georgie, I mean... what if she doesn’t feel the same, how will that affect the group. We can’t lose her, she is the brains behind a quarter of these pranks.”

-The rest of the term you helped the boys with all of their schoolwork, as normal.

-You were the top of your class, all the professors were proud of your work, even Snape.

-Most nights you and the boys would end up sitting at the table in the corner, or on the love seats that were against one of the farthest walls. Whenever you were on the loveseats, Lee and George would make sure you and Fred were on the same sofa, and whenever you’ll would sit at the table they would arrange the seats so that you were also next to Fred. You didn’t think anything of it, but Fred knew what they were trying to do, and he would always just stare at them with dirty looks when you weren’t looking.

-When they tried out for the Quidditch team, you were sitting in the stands, your scarf and hat on as you watched them prove their skills, your applause Louder than everyone else’s as you cheered them on.

-When George and Fred made the Quidditch team, you were the first person to congratulate them, a huge smile on your face as you leapt into Fred’s arms, as he twirled you around. Then you went to hug George, and looked at them both, “I am so bloody proud of you.”

-Hagrid sat with you at every game, and afterwards you would go to the hut with him and share a cup of tea.

-Remus wrote you often, and told you about the woods, and the lilies. However he wasn’t a fan of how quiet it was, and often found himself playing music throughout the cabin. The records that he had were classics that he had collected over the years, but he always found himself gravitating towards the small collection of records that Lily had given him. They were some of her favorites, and he had given him a few copies of them once they were out of school. The genre of them varied.

-Every once and a while however his fingers would find the section of records that were not his... they belonged to Sirius. He had taken them when he went to the house to collect your things, he wasn’t sure why he had the urge to take them from the house with your stuff, but he didn’t feel right leaving the house without them. He would take the vinyl disk out of the sleeve and spin it between his fingers a few times before placing it on the player, his body slumping into the armchair after putting the needle on. His eyes would shut as he put his fingers to his temple, the familiar melodies filling the space as he remembered the days he would go to Sirius’s flat and he would be blasting the record player. Most times you were resting on his hip, a huge smile on your face as he twirled you around and danced to the beat. Your giggles almost drowned out by the guitars, and drums. As Remus listened to them, tears would normally slid down his cheeks, as he thought to himself, “Why Pads, why did you do it?”

-Before leaving for Christmas break, you did the secret Santa again, this time you drew Lee’s name.

-That Christmas break you went to the cabin, and stayed with Remus the whole time, both of you just enjoying the comfort of being together. He would sometimes find himself chuckling as you sat at the dining room table and wrote letters to the boys, and your father.

-You were laughing when on Christmas Day you found a present under the tree addressed to you from the Weasleys. You opened it to find that you once again had received a Christmas sweater, this time it was purple and blue, there was a note attached that read, “You might as well be part of the family.”

-On the last night you and Remus were sitting in the living room, the fire roaring as you looked toward Remus, “Uncle Mooney?”

“Yes love.”

“Do you ever wonder how Harry is?” This wasn’t the first time you had asked about Harry, but this was the first time in a while. Your head was resting on your knees as he spoke, “I am sure Harry is just fine, I am sure he is sitting at his Aunt Petunia’s right now surrounded by all his presents, and is filled with fmdread that school is going to start back up.”

“I hope so.” You answered with a smile. You had no idea though that Remus was slightly filled with doubt. Every time he would think about Harry, he would remember what James used to tell him about Petunia Evans, and how she was a arrogant, closed minded bitch when it came to anything in her sister’s life.

-When you got on the train you were excited to see the three boys, all of them wearing their Weasley sweaters. George laughing as he looked towards you, “I love that we are all matching, it’s almost like we planned this.”

“Too bad we didn’t.” Fred barked, as you plopped down next to Lee, your back leaning against the wall of the booth as you put your legs over his lap. His arms laying over your legs as you spoke to the twins across from you both.

-Finally after swapping stories of the break Lee smiled, “Time for secret Santa?”

“Course it is, I’ll go first.” George replied, as he reached into his bag and withdrew a small box, thrusting it towards Fred, “Here you go Fred.”

“You got me?” He asked, taking the box in hand, “You told me that you had gotten Lee.”

“What was I supposed to do, tell you that I drew your name out of the hat and that I bought you your present right in front of you. That would ruin the whole tradition.” George replied as you smiled, “He has a point Freddie.”

-When Fred opened the box he was greeted by a whole box full of dungbombs. He chuckled as he carefully removed one and whispered, “Wicked.”

-Next was Lee, who handed a gift towards George, “I can’t top the gift [Y/N] got you last year, but I sure as hell can try.”

-In the box was a Gryffindor colored Hackey Sack which George twirled between his fingers, “What is it?”

“You kick it, when we get to Hogwarts I can show you how to play with it.” Lee smiled as you reached into your bag and withdrew a box, the boys all chuckling at the fact that your bag was still charmed from last Christmas. “Here Lee, just promise me you won’t use it to blow us up.”

“I promise, however are you trying to tell me you bought me a bomb?”

“You’re just gonna have to open it to find out.” You smiled as he tore the paper slightly and revealed that logo of Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks. “No way.” Lee gasped as you smiled.

“Figured we could light it off down by the lake.” You replied as Fred pulled a rectangular, brightly wrapped present out of his bag, the ribbon on top of it still in tact as he placed it on his lap. Your eyes still on Lee, he was taking in the smallest details of your face, and watching how the fluorescent lighting in the booth made your eyes twinkle slightly. After a few minutes though he noticed you had looked towards him, a smile plastered on your face as you asked, “So guess that just leaves you Freddie.”

“Ummm yeah.” He answered, looking down quickly, before sticking his hand out towards you, the present grasped tightly between his fingers as he said, “Looks like I got you again.”

-You carefully unwrapped the paper, and smiled as you revealed the limited edition cover of Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them. You smiled wide as you looked up, “Fred, I love it.” You smiled as you slowly opened it and looked at the updated drawings.

-You spent the rest of the train ride reading, while the boys groaned about going back to class.

-When you went to get off you were walking beside Fred, and bumped your shoulder into his, “Thank you again, I really do love it.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled

- After a month back at Hogwarts you found yourself sitting in the common room, and heard the portrait open, the room filled with the giggles of the three boys you valued, your eyes raising from your parchmentad you looked at them. “What did you do?”

“We may have just set off a bunch of dungbombs in Snape’s classroom.” George gasped while trying to maintain his composure.

“Oh bloody hell.” You sighed, “he is going to assign your class extra homework now you know?”

“Worth it.” Lee replied as Fred flopped down on the couch next to you, and added, “Besides he will have no clue who did it.”

“You really think he won’t put it together?” You asked, your eyes meeting his as he answered, “Nope.”

-The next day they came in with a groan, and looked at you, “Want to help us with our Potions homework?”

“He figured it out, didn’t he?” You smiled, your eyes never leaving your book as George groaned, “Yup.”

“Told you.” You responded, as the three boys flopped around you.

-You used to sit in your dormitory with the Marauders Map, and study it for hours, watching as the little footsteps moved across the parchment. It made you feel closer to the Marauders.

-You alternated which spare jersey you wore to the games, since George and Fred had both given you their spares to wear.

-Towards the end of the year you found yourself helping the boys more with the pranks, which they loved because you were always telling them how not to get caught.

-At the end of the year you went straight to the Burrow, since it was a full moon. You smiled walking into the Burrow, a sense of home washing over you as Ron raced into the kitchen, and looked at you, “Bloody hell, I am starting Hogwarts this year, where did the year go?”

-And that’s when it hit you... Harry Potter was starting at Hogwarts next term.

-When you went back to the cabin you closed the door and slowly slid down it, the sounds of your father’s records filling the space as Remus sat in the armchair. Your trunk abandoned next to you as you leaned your head back, your thoughts filled with the idea of Harry coming to Hogwarts. You wondered if he knew who you and Remus were, or if you were long forgotten. You wondered if he knew about your father, you were sure he would have, even if he lived with muggles. Would he judge you? Would he be angry at you for your father’s false crimes?

-Remus turned in the chair, and watched you sit there, knowing that the wheels were turning in your head. Finally after five minutes he rose slowly as turned the music down, before making his way towards you and kneeling in front of you, “Would you like to go out tonight?”

“Where?”

“Anywhere you want my love.”

-You chose Hogwarts, and you ended up sitting in Dumbledore’s office with Remus, Hagrid, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. You were all smiles and laughing as you listened to them share stories.

-That summer you spent another month at the Burrow, most days you would lay in the sun with the Twins, and discuss possibly opening a joke shop in the future, which was the twin’s dream.

-Molly always told you that you didn’t have to help with chores, however you would always smile and reply, “You really think Freddie and Georgie will do chores if I don’t help.”

-Sometimes at night you and the boys would lay out in the grass and look at the stars, the cool summer air breezing over your forms as you all laid with your heads pointed towards each other. A few times you had fallen asleep while you all were out there, which resulted in Fred carrying you upstairs to your cot. George would always trail behind, slightly chuckling as he wondered when you and his older brother would get together finally.

-Ginny and you would sometimes sit in the couch and just talk, or you would braid her long, ginger hair. Ron would occasionally join as well but Ginny always looked at him and snapped, “Piss off, she doesn’t like you like that.”

-One day while you brushed her hair she asked you if you could ever see yourself dating one of her brothers. You smiled and replied, “Who knows, maybe one day I will, however that is probably going to be the day that I lose all my sanity.”

-On your last night there, you and the twins snuck out to the roof, and sat out there for hours. However at one point George went inside to pee, leaving you and Fred alone.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet as you looked towards him, the wind picking up a strand of your hair as you smeirked, “Hey.”

“I want to ask you something, but I don’t want it to make things awkward between us.”

Your heart rate escalated, and your palms became sweaty, you were hoping he would finally ask you out, “Nothing you ask me would make stuff awkward Freddie.”

He scooted closer to you, maintaining eye contact as he did, soon you were shoulder to shoulder as he took a deep breath.

“You gonna ask me, or should I wait for tomorrow?” You teased as he let out a chuckle.

“No.” He looked at his hands, which were entangling in each other, and then back at you, his eyes glassy as he whispered, “Why do you live with Mr. Lupin?”

“What?”

“Like what happened to your parents?”

“Well... my mom didn’t tell my dad at first that she was pregnant. He didn’t find out I even existed until I was 6 months old, when she dropped me off at his flat and disappeared. I was starting to display accidental magic, and she freaked out because she was a muggle. I lived with my dad until November of 1981, that’s when I moved in with Uncle Lupin. My dad, ummm, got arrested on false charges.”

“What were they?”

“Murder, and everyone also pinned him as a death eater. He didn’t do anything though.”

“So your father is in...”

“Azkaban.....” you were silent for a second, before looking up towards the stars, “Yeah, he is.”

-There was silence between you and Fred, neither one sure what to say, until his hand slowly glided towards your leg, and he gently placed it down on your thigh, “We don’t have to talk about it again, I just wanted to know.”

“It’s fine Freddie, really.” You replied, before leaning over and resting your head in his shoulder, your eyes closing as you took a deep breath of the summer air, wishing that life could have been slightly different.

Part Four

Part Five

[chequeredwhitpost]

Episode 4 - [So I’m Dating A Sorceress] >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(The Next Day) | (School)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I’m walking with Darci through the school-- since apparently nothing serious enough happened to shut the place down. But thankfully, yesterday at lunch went great. It was amazing to eat lunch with both my friends and my boyfriend. 

“You’ve got that ‘dream-boat’ look on your face again, Arya.” I hear Darci say.

Glancing over at her as she snickers, I ask her what she’s talking about. 

“You’re daydreaming face! The face you make when you’re thinking about your boyfriend, you know?” 

“How did you…?” 

“Oh, trust me, I get the same look when I’m thinking about Tobes. My dad’s always calling me out for it, too.” 

“Hmm..”

Darci suddenly gasps, grabs my wrist, and hauls me off in the direction of a group. 

“Claire! You’re back!” Darci exclaims, letting my wrist go. 

She goes to hug Claire but instinctively pulls back before they do. 

“You’re not sick anymore… right?” 

“Nope!” 

“Awesome!” 

They hug, as my presence is noticed by Toby and Jim.

“Hey, Arya.”

“Sup, Lake.” 

He frowns.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing. I just,-- you know you don’t have to call me ‘Lake’, right?”

“Oh, sorry. Just a habit, I guess.” 

I turn to the duke.

“Hey, Tobes.” I smile.

“Sup, Arya.” He waves.

When Darci and Claire pull away laughing, all eyes fall on them. 

“That was one killer cold!” Darci stumps, “We gotta celebrate now that you’re back!!” 

Toby balls his hands up into fists excitedly. 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Darci squeals, looking at me and Claire and Jim. 

“Double date!”

“Triple date!” 

Toby and Darci look at each other, Toby being confused.

“Triple? Who else do we know that’s dating?” 

Darci looks at me, pleadingly. 

Toby gasps.

“No way! You have a boyfrie--” 

Darci quickly covers Tobes’ mouth. 

“It’s a secret!!!” She whisper-shouts.

Claire’s face lights up and she realizes the news. 

“No. Way. Who is it??” 

Darci looks at me, begging me with her expression for permission to tell. I cross my arms and scoff.

“Fine. But this information does NOT leave this circle!!” 

“Got it!” 

“Understood!” Pipes Toby.

Everyone looks at Jim.

“Why would I want to tell? Your secret’s safe with me.” 

I nod at Darci, giving her permission to tell.

She squeals like a fangirl-shipper. “It’s Douxie!” 

The dust I feel on my cheeks comes to life, painting my face with pink and red blush. Toby and Claire gasp.

“You’re dating HIM??”

“Keep your voice down, Claire!!!” I hiss.

Toby snickers, “I told you that you were gonna wanna swoon.” 

I grumble under my breath, “Tch.” 

“Ok, you have a lot to explain later!” 

“Fine, fine. But I think he has to work tonight.” I mention. 

“Who, Douxie?” 

“Yeah. So, let me text him and see what’s happening. I’ll tell you guys what times work best for us.”

“And Toby and I will text you what we’re planning on doing for the date.” Darci nods to me. 

I return the gesture.

“Yeah. It’ll be good to get out.” Claire pips.

 The bell rings and we all split. 

“See you guys tonight~!” 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

As I’m sitting in history class, half-listening to Ms. Lilinud teaching the class, I’m holding my phone underneath my desk and texting Douxie about what his work schedule looks like for tonight. 

__________________

Arya: Hey, love, so our news of being together may have reached out just a bit to Darci, Claire, Toby and Jim. Though, for now, they’ve promised not to tell anyone.

Arya: But they’ve invited us out to a triple date tonight and I was wondering how long it looks like you’ll be on the clock? 

Douxie: Well, my shift’s over at 5:30 tonight, and I’m going in at 3:30. 

Douxie: What were they thinking of doing for the triple date?

____________________________

I text him all the details and then go into my contacts and text Darci what I learned.

I tell her that he’ll be working until 5:30 and she tells me that they were thinking of catching a movie at the theater. Toby’s pick. (And he’s keeping it a surprise, apparently.) Something tells me it’s going to be a scary movie… The cliche. And that we’d be going to a fancy steak place, too. Sounds great, and I really look forward to it. 

I sigh, putting my phone away to listen to the class lecture… boring. 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(Time Skip)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It’s 5:53 right now, and I’m finally done getting ready for the date. I hear a knock at the front door and go to get it. (It’s really helpful that Jake’s over at a friend’s house tonight…) When I open the door, I find a very casual -- yet charming -- Douxie waiting on the front steps. He sees me in my attire and sort of just melts in his stance. 

He shakes his head, snapping out of my ‘magical’ trance. I laugh softly to myself and notice the flowers in his hands. They’re lilies, my favorite kind. He chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously, as he holds the bouquet out for me to have.

“For you, love.” He says, 

I smile, thanking him as I take them and quickly rush them to a vase. (After letting him in.) Once I add some water and put the lilies into a golden-clear colored vase, I turn to Douxie and we head on out. (Quick stay, but still.) 

I lock up the house behind me and we start walking for the restaurant. On the way, idle chit chat is made. 

…

“You look beautiful.” He tells me.

My cheeks turn pink as our hands brush up against each other while we walk. 

“And you look… charming, in the best way possible.” 

“Why thank you, love.” 

“Love?” I quote him.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” 

“No, no, I like it! It’s just sudden… Is all…” 

“Hmm.. You know, you’re actually quite adorable when flustered.” 

“Douxie!” I giggle.

“Ah, come on, you know you like my flirting.” He nudges into me, 

I sigh contently, “I suppose you’re right.. I cannot deny a good liking to puns and flirts.”

“Yeah, that’s the Arya I know.” 

I lean closer to him and take his hand in mine. We walk the rest of the way, which isn’t very far, admiring the town at sunset. 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

When we arrive at the restaurant, we find Toby and Darci, and Jim and Claire sitting at a round table outside. It’s nice out, so I don’t really mind. But by the looks on Darci and Toby’s faces, we just missed an awkward moment. (Which I think is dodging a bullet, so whatever.) 

“Hey guys!” I greet them.

They all look to us as we approach -- Toby and Darci smiling like children on Christmas morning. Stupid but adorable. Douxie helps me into my seat, pushing me in, before taking his place right next to me. I pick up my menu and notice that a lot of the prices are through the roof. 

“Yikes! This place IS fancy!” I joke.

I earn a few laughs, before Toby brightens up and turns to Darci.

“Only the best for my Darci.” 

“Aww, T.P.” She swoons. 

Everyone goes to their menus. 

“Ooh! I heard the Duck Confede is stellar. I think I’ll get that.” 

“Same! O-M-G, when I went to Paris with the fam, the duck was amazing!” 

“Aaah, Pari~! Ze city of love! Tell me more?” Toby leans in closer to Darci, as I continue to browse the selections. 

I hear Claire talking about Paris in the background, but I don’t really tune in. I look over at Douxie and see him browsing the food, too.

“Hey, have you been here before?” I ask.

“Yes, but not as much as you’d think.”

“What’s your favorite thing to order here? I could use a recommendation right now, haha.” 

“I really like the stew and the steak. And their mashed potatoes are rather good too.” He leans in to whisper, “It’s a secret recipe that I have yet to slip out of the chef, haha.” 

“Hah. Well, you are always looking to improve your cooking!” 

As the table shifts suddenly, and Jim starts repeating the word ‘ow’, Douxie and I turn our heads to the two best friends, suspiciously…

O...Okay? Well, anyways… 

Darci turns her attention to both Claire and myself.

“So, Claire, Arya… You two both saw the first Danger House, right?” 

“Isn’t that a horror movie?” I ask. 

“You guessed correctly!”

“I don’t do great with horror movies…” 

Douxie chuckles from beside me, to which I roll my eyes-- smirking.

Darci turns to Claire, narrowing her gaze, “I haven’t seen it.” 

“O-M-G, well, where do I start?” 

As I listen to Darci explaining the movie’s basic plot, I notice Toby and Jim whisper-fighting behind their menus. ...Weird… 

I notice one of those familiar faces approaching our table in the restaurant uniform. 

When she gets to our side, she looks up from her notepad and sees Douxie and I, and we instantly recognize her. 

Zoe sighs and narrows her dagger-like glare onto Douxie. 

“Welcome to Minty’s Dining, where everything is perfectly in place. What can I get you on this lovely evening..?” She asks, as if she hates it here. 

I wouldn’t blame her if she has to greet people like that everytime. ‘Where everything is perfectly in place’? That’s weird. Really weird. 

Darci looks at Zoe and points to her menu.

“Ok, level with me,” 

As Darci is asking her food question, Toby turns to Douxie and I and starts making conversation.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” He asks,

“Not very long. Just since Saturday.” 

“Really? You two are being so… couple-y. It’s like you’ve been together longer than that.” I shrug, “Well, we’ve been friends since practically ever. You could just say that we’re really close in bond.” 

Douxie chuckles, laying his gaze on me, adoringly. I smile back just as strongly. 

“You two are such a cute couple.” Clarie notes. 

“Thanks. I could say the same of you and Jim,” and I turn to look at Toby, “And you and Darci.” 

“That’s awful sweet of you, but please, don't stop.” Toby jokes.

It earns a chuckle out of me.

As Zoe explains the ‘duck feet’ meal isn’t all that is says, Claire starts to sway back and forth in her chair, as if she’s really dizzy. She grabs her drink of water and takes a drink from it….

Toby whispers-shouts at Jim, something that I don't catch, but it clearly affects him. 

He takes his own menu and passes it to Zoe.

“Steaks all around! Thank you, Zeus. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“My name is Zoe.” She sighs, “Whatever. How do you want your steak prepared?” 

“Well done.” Jim answers,

“Well done~!” Toby says, followed by the same answer from me and Douxie.

Zoe hardly even looks at Claire before… 

Claire lets out a roar? 

“Raw! Dripping with blood!” 

I lean back in my chair instinctively, all sorts of freaked out. Douxie does the same. 

Everyone else looks at Claire, like she’s gone psycho.

Claire realizes what she’s said and quickly covers her mouth, shocked. Zoe gives Claire an impressed look, before writing that down.

“As you wish.” She smirks, “Six steaks, one extremely raw.” 

“I’ll be back with your orders shortly,” Zoe walks off. 

Douxie’s voice is slim, and quiet, but I still hear him when he asks me, 

“Tell me you saw that too…?” 

I nod. 

Claire stands up, suddenly freaked out with herself, and looks to Darci for help.

“Darc’? Bathroom?” 

Darci gets up to go with her and Toby starts panicking.

Douxie looks at me, questioning if I’m going to go with, which I probably should, but probably won’t. 

Claire looks back at me with sad eyes and I cave in. I get up and go to go.

I hear a thud, and a whimper and look back at Toby, wincing in pain. 

“The other… rule three…!” He squeaks. 

Dunno what that’s about, but it makes Darci freak.

“T.P! Are you OK? What happened?!” 

She clicks her tongue, looking to me, “I’ll be right there.” 

I sigh, looking at Douxie with a reassuring, and hopeful smile.

“I’ll take care of Claire until you get there.”

I follow Claire to the bathroom.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

We open the door to the lady’s room and walk in. I turn on one of the sinks and motion for Claire to come closer. 

“Here, try splashing your face with some cold water.” I suggest,

She nods and does what I say. 

“Come on, Claire, pull it together!” She tells herself. 

She looks in the mirror and sighs, before splashing her face again.

“That was quite a show you pulled out there. Any idea what happened?” 

“No. I just don't know what came over me.”

“Well, I think I might know…” 

Claire splashes her face again, and the lights here in the bathroom shut off. My suspicions are only confirmed when Claire’s reflection doesn’t follow her actions in the mirror. Instead, her face freezes in view. 

When Claire comes up and wipes her eyes, she sees her frozen reflection and questions it. 

“Uhh…” She hums.

Claire reaches her hand to touch the glass but her image comes to life. -- Which is enough to freak anyone out, really.

“Helloo~, darling!!” Says a harmful voice, “Claire, is it?” 

Claire backs up into the sink behind her. 

“This. Is. Not. Real!” 

I sigh, biting my nails, “I’m afraid it is, actually.” 

I step into view of the first mirror. 

“Hello, Morgana.” 

“Why, if it isn’t little miss Arya Sithers. My little ‘experiment’ from way back when. You were fun all those years ago~.” 

“This isn't a game, you know.” I snap. 

Claire, now breathing heavily, grabs onto my arm and hugs tight, confused.

“Arya? What is going on?!” 

“Can’t say. Don’t know. Not yet anyways.” 

“Oh, there’s that daring spirit of yours! I always did adore that part of you. You might even say that you got it from me~.”

“Bullshit. Now, this is how this is going to go--” 

“Ah, ah! Now, now, spirit. Be a good little pet and play nice.” 

“You do not own me.” 

“ARYA WHAT IS GOING ON!!?” 

“Claire, be quiet for like, two seconds, ok?” 

Claire’s ‘reflection’ in the mirror looks at the original.

“Ahaha, sorry dear. Did I scare you?”

“T-this isn’t real!” Claire rubs her eyes, “I’m-- I’m imagining this!” 

She tries running for the door, but gets held up by an invisible force… Or not really. More like… Magic.

“Claire!!” I cry out.

“Morgana, release her!! Now!!” 

“That’s funny. It almost sounds like you’re telling me what to do?” 

“I did! Let her go!” 

Morgana puts Claire down inside the restroom, slamming the door shut lock. 

“And you,” She says towards Claire,

I grab the maiden and pull her close. I will protect her.

“You think I’m just a reflection that you can run away from? I am under your skin.”

What? 

“No. You didn’t!!” 

Claire looks down at her hands, horrified. 

“Get out of me!” 

She slaps herself, hard.

“Claire!! Don't! That’s not gonna work!” 

“She’s right, you know~.” 

I glare daggers into the mirror, which reveals now Morgana’s form instead of Claire’s.

“Give me one good reason to not tear you apart! Right here! Right now!” 

“Because. You don’t want your date to end so soon, do you?” 

“Is that a threat?” 

“A threat for you? No. It’s a threat meant for HIM. Your precious Hisirdoux.” 

“Shut up!!” 

Morgana’s laugh echoes through the stalls. Now really freaking out, Claire starts walking backwards in between the line of stalls, 

“Stop it!” She cries.

She starts running herself into the doors.

“Claire! I just told you! That’s not going to work!!” 

I try to go to her, but a physical magic grabs me and hauls me back-- right into the wall. I grunt, my vision going hazy. A yellow light crawls out of the mirrors and approaches Claire. Morgana… No! 

“My! You are strong! Strong enough to wield my weapon. Strong enough to be my gracious host. You open up a big enough door and something’s bound to escape.” 

What… is she talking about?

“The portal… The sickness… The signs under my bed!” 

“You already told Gunmar all he needs to know, but since I’m out and about, I thought we kill Merlin’s Trollhunter! As soon as we get him alone!” 

“Claire…! No!!” 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I black out for a second. But it’s not long before ‘Claire’ is waking me up, aside Darci.

“Claire? What happened!!” 

“I don’t know. She just… fainted.” 

“Arya!”

I feel water splash me on the face. I open my eyes, a heavy pain all across my backside. Darci lets out a breath of relief and helps me up. 

“Arya are you OK?” 

“More like … K.O.ed.” I groan.

I glance over at Claire as Darci is checking me for bruises or broken bones. But her eyes glow yellow, and I know it really happened. Morgana… took Claire. 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[End Chapter / Episode 4]

[missblissy]

Ooooh!!! Can I get an Alastor and his S/O under the mistletoe? Maybe Alastor keeps tricking them to get under it.

((I LOVE THIS!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT IN!!! I made it into a little drabble. I know it’s after Christmas now but whatever! lmao, please enjoy!!))

It was so funny and ironic to you that people still celebrated Christmas down here in hell. It was probably the one time of the year when everything was calm, and the only deaths were caused by accidents. This was your first Christmas at the Hotel, though, and Charlie seemed to blow this “little” party way out of proportion. 

There were lights and streams with wreaths and holly, there were silver stars hanging all over with poinsettias and white lilies. Mistletoes hung from every single doorway, making a total of at least twenty of them. A massive tree covered with decorations of all kinds sat in the center of the Hotel lobby as everyone mingled together. Presents littered the bottom of the tree with Christmas themed wrapping paper. Everyone was dressed the part as well. Either in some kind of ugly sweater or costume to match. 

You were dressed like reindeer, cause someone in your life gave you the idea. Where was he, anyway? Perhaps he just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit. You stood leaning against the bar, listening to Nifty chatter off Husk’s ear. You kept looking over the crowd of people that ended up here. There were a lot of familiar faces and some you’ve never seen before.

Without warning you suddenly felt a chill, then you heard, “Ahem,” followed by the click and pop of a radio tuning in and out. You looked behind you and saw the man you’d been looking for. 

“Al!” You exclaimed with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d come down,” He smiled at you as you looked him over. He wore an ugly sweater in bright red and white colors that said, I’ve been Naughty. He also had colorful lights tangled in his antlers and freckles dotted his cheeks. 

“Tis the season!” He smiled then tapped his nose, suddenly it started to glow and you giggled at his humor. Alastor held out a closed hand, then opened it to reveal a red and white polka-dot bow. You started to giggle and jump right there. You swiped the bow from his hand and fixed it quickly atop your head, “You make a lovely Clarice,” He smiled at you.

“Thanks, Rudolph,” You grinned at him, still not getting over the fact that now the two of you were one of those cringy couples that wore matching costumes. 

Alastor quickly linked his arm with yours and pulled you away from the bar, “Enough of being a wallflower, my dear,” He told you with a grin, “Enjoy yourself! Let us party like it’s 1929!” 

You laughed behind your hand, giving him a silly look, “So we’re gonna get drunk and do a fuck ton of opium and cocaine?” You kept walking with him until he paused just under a doorway. 

“Exactly!!!” And without missing a beat Alastor snapped his finger and a sweet pile of booger sugar manifested on Alastor’s pinky finger. The two of you indulged in the fixer-upper and simultaneously sniffled your noses and rubbed whatever was left onto your gums. 

A shiver ran up your spine as the drugs started to give in. You heard a shout from across the room and snapped your gaze on Angel Dust who was giving you a sinister look, “Would you look at that!” He suddenly nudged Charlie who was standing next to him and facing the other way. She spun around then stars grew in her eyes.

“Ah! It worked!!” She slapped her hands onto her cheeks to hold back her grin, “You have to kiss!” She then pointed above you. You felt a rush of electricity jump-start your heart.

You and Alastor both looked up and ungodly mistletoe dangled over you. Alastor chuckled and started to shake his head, “Ahaha, we don’t do that kind of-”

He was cut off by you jumping closer to him and grabbing him by the face. Both of your hands squished his cheeks and brought him a peg down to your height. You quickly gave Alastor a kiss, not caring if he would get mad or even upset. There honestly to much coke in your system for you to care. You peppered his face with kisses then jumped away.

You gave him your big innocent doe eyes with a few bats of your lashes then smiled shyly. Alastor was still frozen on the spot as he tried to process what just happened. He looked at you than between everyone else, then as if nothing had happened he stood back up and laughed it all away. He linked his arm with yours again and started to pull you away from the crowd, “Oh, my! Silly little (Y/n)!” He said loud enough for the others to hear, “Always playing games! Such a charm!” 

Then he yanked you through the doorway and around the corner. Away from the prying eyes and hidden from sight, Alastor gave you a strong and wicked smile, “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He clicked his tongue as he backed you against a wall, “Pulling a stunt like that?” 

Suddenly the air was cold and hot at the same time. Your back was pressed against a wall as Alastor pinned you there with a smile. He snapped a finger and you saw a little mistletoe poof to life above you, “If you’re going to kiss me, at least do it right,” He teased.

With a nervous laugh, you looked at him, ready to say something but just like you did, he cut you off with a much stronger and forceful kiss. It tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice. Like a minty candy cane with the lingering taste of booze. Invisibly sparks zapped from his lips to yours as he deepened the kiss, pressing himself closer to you while stealing every last ounce of your breath. That dirty little bastard even licked tongue across your bottom lip then took the smallest bite with his sharp teeth.

Alastor pulled away all too soon, leaving you surprisingly hot and bothered. He so loved the frazzled state you were in. He ate up that heated look on your face that was slowly crawling down your neck. The mistletoe was gone and Alastor smiled wide, “Don’t ever do that again,” He warned with a chipper tone, “Unless you ready for the punishment that comes afterward~” 

Breathless, bothered in all the right ways, and totally turned on, you slumped against the wall as Alastor laughed and laughed and rounded the corner and rejoined the party. Holy shit... He’d never done that before. Maybe you’d have to that again, because damn, he was one hell of a kisser. What a very merry christmas this certainly turned out to be.

[wizardwritings]

Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses

Overview: In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into the Marauders’ dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the jacket you snatched was Sirius’ favorite jumper.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2,114

Warning(s): Language, fluff, a bit of suggestive content.

Author’s Note: I have so many “Truth or Dare” type requests in my inbox, so here you go! ;) Plus, who could resist wearing Sirius’ jacket and basking in his scent? Sigh.

“No way.” You shook your head, kicking your legs out in front of you as you ignored Lily’s poking and prodding.

It was a relatively relaxed Friday night, and you and your roommates decided to spend it with a bottle of firewhisky and a game of Truth or Dare. The truths ranged from anything to, “Would you fuck Lucius?” to, “Have you ever had sex when someone else was in the room?” And the dares weren’t any better. Marlene vomiting in the corner served as a great reminder of that.

You were just grateful the dares you received were rather mundane.

That was, until now.

“Y/N, you have to do it!” said Dorcas.

“Can’t I just forfeit this round and take a shot?”

“Nope, that’s only allowed for truths,” she quipped.

You glanced over at Lily and Alice, a pleading look on your face, but you were met with a teasing grin and sympathetic shrug, respectively.

“Rules are rules,” Dorcas sang, taking a swig of firewhisky as she shot you a challenging look.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Marlene’s fierce glare caused your words to die in your throat.

“If I had to chug that hot sauce concoction you guys made and then eat acid pops until I felt sick, you can to go to the Marauders’ room and steal a fucking jumper or something-- Sounds like a cakewalk compared to mine.”

As she leaned her back against the bed, hand over her stomach as beads of sweat trailing down her forehead, you figured Marlene was right. You’ve been in their dorm plenty of times before, anyway-- What was the worst that could happen?

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and slipped some fuzzy socks on, ignoring the cheers coming from your tipsy roommates. When you reached the door, your friends watching fervently as you wandered off to your ill-fated trek, you paused at the handle.

You looked back at them, heaving a sigh. “If their dorm turns out to be booby trapped and I get caught, just know I will haunt you from the grave after I die of embarrassment.”

“We expect nothing less,” was Lily’s smart reply.

Soon enough, you found yourself climbing up the boy’s dormitory, feeling like you were doing a reverse walk of shame. It was a quarter past three o’clock in the morning and the odds of any of them being awake were slim to none, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach.

You made your way to the front of the Marauders’ dorm room and pulled out your wand, swiftly casting an Invisibility Spell and the Muffliato Charm as you slipped entered their abode.

For the most part, it looked just like your dormitory. Only neater. Each desk had its own assortment of organized clutter and, aside from the stray pieces of chocolate scattered throughout, was clear enough to work on. Scarves and jumpers were thrown onto chairs--which meant your dare should be easy enough to complete--and a dim light was left twinkling.

Everything seemed cozy and lived in. Normal.

Except for the fact that none of the boys were in their beds.

“What on earth?” you murmured under your breath, finding it a bit strange the room was completely empty at this hour. But knowing the Marauders, you reckoned they were probably sneaking out of curfew and roaming around the castle. It wasn’t unlikely.

Still, with your feet planted at the foot of their dormitory, you wanted to get out of there before you were caught--despite the precautions you took that should have hid you well.

Your hand hovered over the article of clothing nearest to you, which was a jumper draped over the back of a chair, and you took a deep breath, saying, “It’s just a dare. You can do it.”

Before you lost all your nerve, you snatched the jumper with one hand and slipped out of the dormitory. And you rushed down the stairs, you could’ve sworn you heard some shuffling coming from the empty room. But you didn’t care.

Part one of your dare was successfully completed.

Now for the hard part: Wearing it around the next day.

- - - - -

“How do I look?”

You posed in front of your roommate, trying not to laugh at how the borrowed jumper engulfed your frame. Walking down the center of your dorm, you gave a little twirl.

“Sexy,” Marlene teased from her spot on her bed. “Sirius’ sweater looks nice on you.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave her a look. “How do you know this is his jumper?”

“How can you not? It smells just like him.”

“What?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you brought the collar of the pullover under your nose.

Sure, you noticed the slight musky scent that made your eyes want to flutter shut, but it could’ve been any of their jumpers...Right?

“How do you even know what Sirius smells like?”

Marlene shrugged. “Again-- How can you not? Just because I don’t like guys doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate their scent. And that scent is distinctly Sirius.” She folded her arms with a smug grin when she caught you taking another whiff of the collar. “Nice, huh? Lemony and minty and piney all at once.”

Your cheeks heated, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. “It’s not the worst, I suppose.”

Laughing, she tossed you your bookbag from across the room while grabbing hers. “Come on, lovebug. You can see him during Potions in a few minutes.”

“I won’t be looking forward to it.”

You grumbled protests as the both of you made your way down the Gryffindor Tower and toward the cold dungeons that housed the classroom, but Marlene paid them no mind. Soon enough, you reached the room and spotted Lily and Alice in their usual seats.

“Hey,” you quickly whispered, sliding into the seat next to Lily before Slughorn sauntered over to the front of the class.

“Nice jumper,” she said simply, eyes lighting up in amusement. “I knew you’d go through with it.”

Reminded of your rather bold choice of clothing, you subconsciously tugged at the sleeves. You sent a quick plead to Godric that you didn’t look as foolish as you thought you did.

While Professor Slughorn introduced the Volubilis Potion the class would be making the next lesson and eventually began to lecture about the origins and uses, Lily nudged you on the side, sliding you a ripped piece of her parchment paper.

You looked at her curiously as Marlene peered over your shoulder to catch sight of the writing.

DON’T LOOK NOW-- But I’m 100% certain Sirius has been staring at you since the start of Potions.

Of course, the first thing both you and Marlene did after reading the note was turn your heads at the same time towards the back of the class where the whole of the Marauder’s were sitting. And, as you should’ve expected, you made directly eye contact with an amused-looking Sirius.

Both of you turned back so fast you were sure at least one of you received whiplash.

Wide-eyed and flushed, you exchanged glances with Marlene, both of you trying to hold in your laughter.

“I told you not to look,” Lily whispered, a small giggle escaping from her lips, sending you three into fits of laughter you tried to muffle with your hands.

Behind you, someone cleared their throat, causing the three of you to straighten up in an instant.

“Something amusing you, ladies?”

“No, sir,” you quipped.

“Sorry, Professor,” remarked Lily.

“We’ll shut up now,” promised Marlene.

With a stern look on his face but a slight tilt of his smile, Slughorn nodded and returned to his teachings. “I trust you three will be experts of the Volubilis Potion by the next lesson and I won’t have to catch you making doe eyes at a certain someone?”

Though he asked all three of you the question, his gaze was pointed at you and the class knew it. Your cheeks turned a bright pink as slouched into your chair. Perhaps if you tried hard enough, you could turn into the seat.

“Yes, Professor,” you mumbled, ignoring the stifled laughter from Marlene and an apologetic, but amused, look from Lily.

And as he continued the lesson, you could’ve sworn you felt a certain pair of eyes on the back of your head until the end of it.

When class finally concluded and Slughorn dismissed the lot of you, you rushed out of the classroom as fast as you could.

But not fast enough.

“Nice jumper, Y/N,” you heard a deep voice call, stopping you in your footsteps. “Looks familiar.”

You swallowed, slowly turning around to face Sirius--cheeky grin and all. There was nothing you wanted to do more than dash back to your dormitory and hide, but instead you straightened your spine and braved a look of nonchalance.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah,” he said with an amused look in his eyes. “I’d have to say it does.”

Peering up through your eyelashes, you looked at him with faux innocence. “I can’t say I know why.”

Slowly, he walked closer towards you as you moved back against the wall. He took the excess fabric of your sleeve into his hands, stroking them between his fingers.

“You know-- It even feels familiar.” He smiled thoughtfully. “Just like my jumper I happened to lose last night.”

By now, the halls had begun to clear up, the traitors you called friends having left you with a thumbs up right as Sirius approached you.

You coughed. “I wonder why.”

He was so close you could catch a whiff of his lemon and pine scent.

“If you wanted my clothes on you, Y/N, you could’ve just asked.”

You pointedly eyed the way he was toying with the hem of your--or rather, his--sweater, lifting it slightly. “Well, if you wanted my clothes off this badly, you could’ve just asked.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise at your suggestion, hand frozen on the fabric. The intensity of his gaze melted your steely disposition, embarrassment creeping up to your neck.

“I’m only kidding,” you murmured, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.

“That’s a shame, then.”

You blinked. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

Biting the inside of your lip, you toyed with the bottom of your sweater.

“That’s my favorite jumper, you know?” mused Sirius, looking fondly at the embroidery at the front. “James’ mum knitted it for me.”

A horrified look crossed your face. You stole his favorite sweater Mrs. Potter knit him herself? Good going.

“Oh, Godric,” you swore, reaching for the hem of the pullover. “I’m sorry, Sirius! I didn’t know.”

Chuckling, Sirius placed his hand on top yours to stop you from removing it. “No-- You can keep it on.” You paused. “I’d say I quite like how it looks on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat when his hand that was still on your ran down the length of your fingers. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you interlaced them with his own, causing him to send a shocked but pleased look your way. You smiled.

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him. “If I were to kiss you right now, would you be upset?”

You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “Upset is the last thing I’d be.”

“Well, then I suppose--”

“What are the two of you doing?” you heard Slughorn exclaim as he caught sight of the two of you against the hallway. He pulled Sirius away from you by the collar, sending an embarrassed flush to flood your cheeks.

Sirius, however, looked unperturbed.

“Sorry, Professor,” he said sincerely, “but what I was about to do just then-- I’ve wanted to do that for years now.”

He smiled at the shocked look on your face, giving you a wink as Slughorn released his shirt. Sirius made his way back over to you across the hall.

“How utterly tantalizing she looked in my jumper was only the catalyst,” said Sirius before placing both hands on either side of your hips, pulling you towards him in a brief but sultry kiss.

“Mister Black! Miss Y/L/N!”

“Sorry, sir.” This time, Sirius didn’t sound so sincere. “I just couldn’t wait until we got to the dormitory. But, don’t worry-- I assure you there will be far better, more passionate kisses that will take place there as well.”

And though the two of you may have cost Gryffindor five points, you would have to say it was worth it.

End Note: Unedited and I haven’t read through it yet, but I wanted to put something out before I went back to school! Hope this will suffice for now. :( I’ll try not to go MIA this time! xx Fia