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Pretty angsty.

Summary: Emily James Potter’s twin sister and she’s in a relationship with Sirius and Remus. When Voldemort kills James and lily and Sirius gets arrested she’s the only one that believes Sirius is innocent. Remus can’t handle being in a relationship without Sirius. And to complete the sadness: she was pregnant and lost the baby from all the stress. She wanted to keep Harry but Dumbledore didn’t think it was a good idea because of all the loss she’d gone through. So he invites her to teach at hogwarts so he can keep an eye on her and she gets to meet her nephew again 10 years later.

The story begins with Emily waiting anxiously at Order headquarters. She’s expecting an update from James or Sirius. It’s late, and she’s pacing, when a frantic knock echoes through the door.

Emily: “James?” She flings open the door, her heart dropping when she sees Hagrid, his face streaked with tears.

Hagrid: “Emily... it’s James and Lily. They’re—they’re gone.”

Her world collapses as Hagrid explains the events in halting words. Voldemort. Godric’s Hollow. The green flash.

Emily demands to see Harry and refuses to believe Sirius would betray James. She insists on going to the scene. Dumbledore arrives to stop her.

Dumbledore: “Emily, this is not the time for rash decisions. Harry is safe, but you cannot go to Godric’s Hollow. It’s too dangerous.”

Emily: “James was my brother. I have a right to be there!”

Dumbledore: “I understand your grief, but there are larger things at play.”

Emily stands alone, staring out into the night, trying to process the impossible: her brother and best friend are gone, and Sirius—her Sirius—is accused of betrayal.

Emily wasn’t one to cry—not in front of others. James always called her the tough one, the rock. But now, sitting in the corner of her childhood bedroom at Potter Manor, she couldn’t stop shaking. Hagrid’s words kept echoing in her ears: Gone. James and Lily are gone.

The worst part wasn’t just that they were dead—it was the way the world refused to stop. The wind still howled outside her window, the clock on the mantel ticked, and somewhere, far away, people were laughing. She barely noticed when the door creaked open.

Sirius’s voice: “Emily?”

She snapped her head up, relief flooding her chest at the sight of him.

Emily: “Sirius—thank Merlin you’re here. What happened? Hagrid said—he said James and Lily—”

But the look in his eyes stopped her cold.

Sirius: “I came to say goodbye.”

Her brow furrowed, confusion turning into dread.

Emily: “What are you talking about?”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal.

Sirius: “It’s my fault. They’re dead because of me. I—I told them to switch Secret Keepers. I thought it would throw Voldemort off. I didn’t think—”

Emily was on her feet now, her voice sharp and trembling.

Emily: “What are you saying?”

Before he could answer, the door flew open again, and Aurors flooded in.

Auror: “Sirius Black, you’re under arrest for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and thirteen Muggles.”

Emily screamed.

The trial was a joke. No one wanted to listen. The only testimony the Wizengamot seemed to care about was the dozen Muggles who saw Sirius standing in the wreckage, laughing.

Emily tried to fight for him. She stormed into Dumbledore’s office the day before the sentencing, desperation clawing at her.

Emily: “You can’t let them do this! You know Sirius! You know he wouldn’t—” Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his face grave.

Dumbledore: “Emily, I understand your faith in him, but the evidence—”

Emily: “The evidence is wrong! Peter’s not dead—I know it. I don’t care what they found in that alley; I know Sirius wouldn’t betray us!”

Dumbledore: “If there is more to this story, time will reveal it. But right now, Sirius is—” Emily slammed her hands on his desk, tears streaming down her face.

Emily: “The love of my life is not a murderer.”

Weeks turned into months. Emily tried to visit Sirius in Azkaban, but her requests were denied. Each letter she sent was returned unopened. She sought comfort in Remus, but he was slipping further and further away.

Remus: “I can’t do this, Emily. Not without him.” She stared at him, uncomprehending.

Emily: “You’re leaving me?”

Remus: “I’m sorry. I just... I can’t.”

The wind outside howled against the stone walls of Potter Manor, but Emily barely noticed. She sat at the foot of her bed, her hands pressed protectively over her stomach. It had been weeks since Remus left. Weeks of waking up alone, dragging herself through days that felt endless, and staring at empty chairs that should have been filled by James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus. And now, this.

She hadn’t planned to tell him, not so soon. But she had dreamed, in her quiet moments, of a life where the three of them would raise this baby together. A piece of hope amid the rubble of her life.

But now, her body had betrayed her, just like everything else.

The Healer had been kind but direct: The stress on your body… the grief you’re carrying… I’m so sorry, Emily.

She couldn’t even remember how she got home. She only remembered collapsing on the floor of the entryway and screaming into the void.

Dumbledore arrived the next morning. She wanted to slam the door in his face, but she didn’t have the strength.

Emily: “What do you want, Albus?”

He stepped into the house, his expression filled with something she hated: pity.

Dumbledore: “Emily, I know how much you’ve lost. But there is still one thing left to fight for.” She narrowed her eyes.

Emily: “If this is about Harry, you don’t need to convince me. I’ll take him. He’s my nephew; I’ll raise him.” Dumbledore hesitated.

Dumbledore: “That’s… not why I’ve come.”

Her heart sank.

Emily: “You’re sending him to Lily’s sister, aren’t you?” His silence was answer enough. She clenched her fists, her voice shaking with rage.

Emily: “Are you out of your mind? That woman hates magic! She hated Lily!”

Dumbledore: “Petunia will keep him safe. The blood wards—”

Emily: “To hell with the blood wards!” she snapped. “He needs family. He needs love.”

Dumbledore: “And you, my dear, need time to heal.”

The words hit her like a curse. She stared at him, mouth opening to argue, but no sound came out.

Dumbledore: “I have a proposition. Come to Hogwarts. Teach. Be close to Harry, even if it cannot be in the way you wish. And, perhaps, find some purpose again.”

She hated him in that moment. Hated his logic, hated that he was right, hated that she was too broken to fight harder.

Teaching was harder than she expected. The students whispered about her—how she was James Potter’s sister, how she had fought in the war, how she had lost everything. Some of them even called her “the ghost professor” behind her back, because she moved through the halls like a shadow.

But there were small moments. The way a first-year’s eyes lit up when they mastered a difficult charm. The quiet satisfaction of solving an ancient riddle in her spare time.

And then there was Harry.

She only saw him in the Great Hall during meals or from a distance in the corridors. He was so small, so much like James, and yet nothing like him at all. The first time their eyes met, she had to excuse herself and retreat to her quarters before she broke down.

It was the summer after Harry’s second year when she heard the news. Sirius had escaped.

She read the headline in the Daily Prophet at least a dozen times, her heart racing. She didn’t know whether to be terrified or overjoyed. She wanted to believe he was coming for Harry, but deep down, she dared to hope: What if he’s coming for me?

But she wouldn’t see him—not yet. Instead, it was the start of the next school year when her world tilted again.

Emily stood in the staff room, sorting through her lesson plans, when the door creaked open. She didn’t look up at first, expecting McGonagall or Flitwick.

Voice: “Emily.”

The parchment slipped from her hands. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turned around.

Remus stood there, older and wearier than she remembered, but unmistakably him. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then her voice broke the silence, cold and sharp.

Emily: “What are you doing here?”

The staff room felt smaller, the air heavier, as Emily stared at the man who had once been everything to her. Remus seemed hesitant to step fully into the room, as though he wasn’t sure he’d be welcome.

Remus: “I—I didn’t know you were teaching here.”

Emily crossed her arms, a barrier as much as a statement.

Emily: “Well, now you do. Is that all you wanted?” His expression crumpled, a mix of guilt and longing, but she didn’t care.

Remus: “Emily, please. I didn’t come here to hurt you.” She laughed, bitter and sharp.

Emily: “Too late for that, don’t you think?” Remus stepped closer, his movements tentative, as though she might shatter.

Remus: “I made a mistake. Leaving you... it was the worst mistake of my life.” She scoffed, turning away from him.

Emily: “You didn’t just leave me, Remus. You left us. Me, Sirius, the life we built together. And you didn’t even look back.”

Remus: “I was grieving—” She spun back to him, anger blazing in her eyes.

Emily: “And I wasn’t? I lost everything, too! James, Lily, Sirius, the baby—” Her voice broke, and the words hung in the air like a curse.

Remus: “What?” He looked at her, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly.

Remus: “Emily... what are you talking about?”

She froze, realizing too late what she’d said. For a moment, she considered brushing it off, but the dam had already broken.

Emily: “I was pregnant, Remus. I didn’t even get the chance to tell you before you left. And then... and then I lost it.” His face contorted, shock giving way to a grief so raw it made her chest tighten.

Remus: “You—you were pregnant? And you didn’t tell me?”

Emily: “When, Remus? When could I have told you? Before you walked out the door? While I was falling apart? I didn’t even know how to process it myself, let alone share it with you!”

His voice cracked as he stepped closer, his hands outstretched like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t dare.

Remus: “I didn’t know... I’m so sorry, Emily. I should have been there. I should have stayed.” She took a shaky breath, turning away to hide the tears welling in her eyes.

Emily: “It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done. They’re all gone, and I’ve had to live with that every day.”

The silence stretched between them, heavy with all the words they hadn’t said.

Remus: “I can’t change what I did. But I swear to you, Emily, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it right—if you’ll let me.” Her laugh was hollow, a sound more bitter than amused.

Emily: “We’ll see, won’t we?”

For weeks, Emily avoided him as much as she could. Meals in the Great Hall were tense; staff meetings were worse. Every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down.

But Remus was relentless. He left notes on her desk, small apologies scribbled in messy handwriting. He lingered after classes, offering to help with tasks she didn’t need help with.

Emily sat alone by the fire, grading essays, when Remus walked in. She didn’t look up, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. He didn’t.

Remus: “Do you remember the first time Sirius tried to ask you out?” She froze, her quill hovering over the parchment.

Remus: “He tripped over his own feet and spilled pumpkin juice on you.” She clenched her jaw, determined not to let him distract her.

Remus: “And you hexed him with jelly-legs for the rest of the day.” Despite herself, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch. But she quickly smothered the reaction, keeping her eyes on the parchment.

Emily: “Is there a point to this walk down memory lane?”

Remus: “I just... I miss those days. When things were simple.” She slammed her quill down, finally looking at him.

Emily: “Simple? We were in the middle of a bloody war, Remus. Nothing about it was simple.” He flinched but didn’t back down.

Remus: “You’re right. It wasn’t. But we had each other. And I threw that away because I was too much of a coward to stay.” The room went silent. Emily stared at him, her anger wavering under the weight of his words.

Remus: “I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I need you to know how sorry I am. For leaving. For not being there when you needed me. For everything.”

She looked away, her hands trembling.

Emily: “You can’t just walk back into my life and expect things to go back to the way they were.”

Remus: “I don’t. I just... I want to try.”

The fire in the staff room crackled softly, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Emily sat curled in an armchair, grading essays. She was halfway through a particularly dreadful one about defensive jinxes when the door creaked open. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Emily: “If you’re here to try and talk, don’t bother.”

Remus hesitated in the doorway. He looked tired—more so than usual—but still he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Remus: “I’m not going anywhere.”

She sighed, setting her quill down with deliberate slowness.

Emily: “What part of ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand, Lupin?”

He winced at the use of his surname but moved closer, sitting in the chair across from her.

Remus: “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I need to say it.”

Emily: “What? Another apology? Another excuse?”

Remus: “No. I just... I just want you to know that I never stopped loving you.” Her heart clenched, but she masked it with a scoff.

Emily: “You have a funny way of showing it.” Remus leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly.

Remus: “I was scared, Emily. I thought I was protecting you. Protecting everyone. After Sirius—after what I thought he did—I couldn’t hold it together. And when I heard about the baby…” He trailed off, his voice breaking.

Emily: “Don’t you dare make this about your grief.” Her voice was cold, but her hands shook in her lap.

Emily: “You think you’re the only one who was scared? Who was grieving? I lost James. I lost Lily. I lost Sirius. And when I needed you—when I needed you more than I’ve ever needed anyone—you left.”

Remus: “I know.” The quiet admission threw her off guard.

Remus: “I know I failed you. And there’s nothing I can say to fix that. But please, Emily... I want to try. Tell me how to try.” She laughed, bitter and sharp, wiping at her eyes.

Emily: “You don’t get to walk back into my life after twelve years and expect me to tell you how to make it better.”

Remus: “I don’t expect you to forgive me. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But I’m here now, and I’m staying. Even if all you’ll let me do is sit in the same room and let you yell at me.”

For the first time since his return, Emily didn’t leave. She didn’t yell, either. The words she wanted to say—words filled with hurt and betrayal—were stuck in her throat, and all she could do was sit in silence as the fire burned low.

For the first time in twelve years, Remus stayed.

The staff room became their unspoken meeting place. It started as coincidence—Emily grading essays by the fire, Remus sitting in quiet contemplation across the room. But over time, their silences grew less hostile, the tension between them giving way to something more bearable.

One evening, Emily returned to find Remus already there, a pot of tea steaming on the table between them. He looked up as she entered, offering a tentative smile.

Remus: “I thought you might need this. Marking essays can be brutal.”

She hesitated before sitting down, ignoring his attempt at humor. The tea, however, was too tempting to refuse.

Emily: “Don’t think this means we’re friends again.”

Remus: “Noted.”

A rare bout of insomnia found Emily wandering the castle corridors. It wasn’t unusual; her nightmares had been particularly cruel that week. As she reached the entrance hall, she noticed a familiar figure stepping out into the cool night air.

She followed him, her curiosity outweighing her irritation.

Emily: “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Remus turned, startled, but then he relaxed when he saw her.

Remus: “No. It’s always worse during the full moon, even when it’s days away.”

He gestured to the grounds.

Remus: “Care to join me?”

She didn’t respond immediately, but something in his voice—soft, almost pleading—made her nod.

They walked in silence at first, the grass crunching softly under their feet. The stars above were bright, the moon just a sliver on the horizon.

Remus: “I’ve missed this.”

Emily: “Walking in the middle of the night?”

Remus: “Being with you.”

Her steps faltered, but she recovered quickly.

Emily: “Don’t.”

Remus: “Don’t what? Tell the truth?”

She sighed, her arms wrapping around herself against the chill.

Emily: “I don’t know if I can forgive you, Remus. Not for everything.”

He stopped walking, turning to face her.

Remus: “I’m not asking you to. But I need you to know I’m sorry. For all of it. For leaving, for not being there, for not knowing about the baby. I failed you, and that’s something I’ll carry for the rest of my life.”

The raw honesty in his voice caught her off guard. She looked away, blinking back the tears threatening to spill.

Emily: “I wanted to hate you. For so long, I told myself I did. But it’s exhausting, you know? Carrying all that anger.”

Remus: “I do. Believe me, I do.”

They stood there, two broken people under the vast night sky, the space between them filled with years of hurt and unspoken words.

Emily: “I’m not ready to forgive you. But I don’t think I want to hate you anymore.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Remus: “That’s more than I deserve.”

A week later, they found themselves alone in the staff room again. This time, it was Emily who broke the silence.

Emily: “Do you remember the last Christmas we all spent together?”

Remus looked up, startled, but then a wistful smile spread across his face.

Remus: “Of course. Sirius got drunk on firewhiskey and tried to charm the fairy on the tree to sing carols.”

Emily: “And James hexed it to sing off-key just to annoy him.”

She laughed softly, the sound surprising them both.

Emily: “I think that was the last time I saw all of us happy. Really happy.”

Remus’s smile faded, his gaze distant.

Remus: “I’ve spent years trying to forget that night. But maybe... maybe it’s time I start remembering.”

Emily nodded, a lump forming in her throat.

Emily: “It’s hard. Remembering them. But I think... I think it’s harder not to.”

The slow thaw continued, each small moment chipping away at the walls Emily had built around her heart. And while she wasn’t ready to let him back in completely, she found herself wanting to try.

The rain had been relentless all day, drumming against the windows of the castle and turning the grounds into a soggy mess. Emily stayed in her quarters, curled up in her favorite chair by the fire. She’d tried reading, tried grading, but her mind kept wandering to memories she couldn’t seem to shake.

There was a knock at the door. She considered ignoring it, but the knock came again, more insistent. With a sigh, she pulled herself up and opened the door to find Remus standing there, soaked to the bone and shivering.

Emily: “Merlin, Remus, what are you doing? You look like you’ve been dragged through the lake!”

Remus: “I needed to see you.”

She rolled her eyes but stepped aside to let him in.

Emily: “At least dry off before you ruin my rug.”

He cast a quick drying charm on himself, though his face was still pale and drawn. She watched him warily as he moved to stand by the fire, his hands outstretched to soak in its warmth.

Emily: “What’s so important it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes fixed on the flames.

Remus: “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About hating me.”

Her chest tightened.

Emily: “I said I didn’t want to hate you anymore.”

Remus: “I know. But it’s been stuck in my head. I don’t want you to carry that hate, Emily. You’ve carried too much already.”

She crossed her arms, trying to keep her voice steady.

Emily: “What are you trying to say, Remus?”

He turned to her then, his expression open, vulnerable in a way that made her stomach flip.

Remus: “I want to make things right. I know I can’t undo the past, but I want to try—to help you carry the weight of it. If you’ll let me.”

She looked away, her throat tight.

Emily: “I don’t know if I can let you in again. Not after everything.”

He stepped closer, his voice quiet but firm.

Remus: “Then let me earn it. Whatever it takes, however long it takes. Just... let me try.”

For a long moment, she said nothing, her eyes fixed on the floor. But then, almost without realizing it, she nodded.

Emily: “Okay.”

The single word hung in the air between them, fragile but full of promise.

Emily: “But don’t think this means I’ve forgiven you.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though his eyes were serious.

Remus: “I wouldn’t dare.”

For the first time in years, the weight in her chest felt just a little lighter.

The tension at Hogwarts had been steadily growing. Whispers about Sirius Black’s escape were everywhere—among students, staff, and even the portraits lining the castle walls. Emily did her best to avoid them, focusing on her classes and trying to keep her emotions in check.

But the whispers always reached her eventually.

“He’s come for Harry,” they said.

“The man who betrayed James and Lily.”

Each word was a dagger, twisting in her chest. Emily had avoided thinking about Sirius for years, burying the grief and pain so deep that even saying his name aloud felt like reopening a wound. But now, with every headline in the Daily Prophet and every muttered rumor in the corridors, the wound bled anew.

Emily was pacing in the staff room, the crumpled remains of that morning’s Daily Prophet clenched in her hand. Remus entered, his face drawn with concern.

Remus: “You’re upset.”

She rounded on him, her eyes blazing.

Emily: “Upset? Upset doesn’t begin to cover it. They’re hunting him like an animal, Remus. Calling him a murderer. A traitor.”

He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as though searching for the right words.

Remus: “Emily, you know what they’re saying—what he’s accused of.”

Emily: “And you believe it?”

Her voice cracked, the rawness of her emotions spilling over.

Emily: “After everything we’ve been through, after everything you know about him, you think he could’ve done it?”

Remus sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Remus: “I don’t want to believe it. But what else am I supposed to think? Peter’s dead, Emily. There were witnesses. Twelve Muggles...”

Emily: “It wasn’t him.”

The conviction in her voice made him falter.

Emily: “I know it wasn’t him. I don’t care what the Prophet says, or the Ministry, or anyone else. Sirius would never betray James and Lily. Never.”

Remus looked at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with a mix of doubt and longing.

Remus: “You never stopped believing in him, did you?”

She shook her head, her voice quiet but firm.

Emily: “Not for a second.”

The events of the school year unfolded in a chaotic blur. When news of Sirius’s attempted break-in at the Gryffindor Tower reached Emily, she felt her resolve harden.

If Sirius was here, he wasn’t here to hurt Harry. She knew that. Whatever he was planning, it wasn’t the madness everyone assumed.

The problem was convincing anyone else.

It all came to a head on a stormy night, the corridors buzzing with chaos as rumors spread like wildfire. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were missing, and so was Remus. Emily’s stomach twisted as she pieced together the fragments of information.

She knew where they’d gone.

The Shrieking Shack loomed in the distance as Emily approached, her wand clutched tightly in her hand. The rain was relentless, soaking her through by the time she reached the door.

She entered quietly, her heart pounding as she heard voices echoing through the dilapidated structure.

Harry: “He’s a murderer! He betrayed my parents!”

Sirius: “I didn’t! I swear to you, Harry—”

Emily stepped into the room, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Emily: “Stop.”

Every head turned to her. Harry froze, his wand still raised. Sirius, gaunt and hollow-eyed, stared at her as though she were a ghost.

Sirius: “Emily...”

Her breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay composed.

Emily: “It’s been twelve years, Sirius. Tell me it wasn’t you.”

The room was deathly silent. Sirius’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Sirius: “It wasn’t me.”

Her knees nearly gave out, relief and anguish crashing over her in waves.

Emily: “I knew it. I always knew it.”

The silence in the Shrieking Shack was heavy, broken only by the sound of the storm raging outside. Emily’s heart raced as she stared at Sirius—her Sirius—who looked nothing like the man she remembered. His once-handsome face was sunken, his eyes hollow and shadowed by years of torment. But despite it all, the spark she knew was still there, buried beneath the grime and exhaustion.

Harry, still holding his wand steady, broke the silence.

Harry: “You... you knew he didn’t do it?”

Emily glanced at her nephew, her heart clenching at the confusion and anger in his young face.

Emily: “Yes, Harry. I knew. I’ve known Sirius since we were children. He would never betray James and Lily. Never.”

Harry: “But the evidence—”

Sirius: “The evidence was a lie!”

Sirius’s voice was raw, desperate. He stepped forward, but Harry flinched, his wand raising higher. Sirius stopped, his hands trembling.

Sirius: “I didn’t betray them. Peter did.”

The room exploded in disbelief.

Hermione: “Peter Pettigrew? But he’s dead! Everyone says you killed him!”

Sirius: “Everyone’s wrong.”

His voice cracked as he turned to Emily, his eyes pleading.

Sirius: “They made him Secret Keeper, Emily. I begged them to change it, to make it Peter instead of me. I thought it was the perfect bluff. Who would suspect Peter?”

Emily’s breath caught. She remembered that night—Sirius’s stubbornness, his insistence that it was safer this way.

Emily: “You were trying to protect them.”

Sirius nodded, his voice breaking.

Sirius: “I thought I was. But Peter—he went to Voldemort. He betrayed them. And then, when I cornered him, he blew up the street and framed me for everything.”

Harry’s wand wavered, confusion clouding his face.

Harry: “You’re saying Peter’s alive?”

Sirius nodded, his expression darkening.

Sirius: “Yes. And he’s been hiding right under everyone’s noses.”

His gaze flicked to Ron, who recoiled instinctively.

Ron: “Why are you looking at me?”

Sirius’s voice dropped to a growl.

Sirius: “Not you. Your rat.”

Ron: “Scabbers? He’s just a rat!”

Remus: “He’s not.”

The suddenness of Remus’s voice startled everyone. He stepped forward, his expression grim as he addressed the room.

Remus: “It’s true. Animagi can disguise themselves, and Peter... Peter was one.”

Emily’s stomach churned as the pieces fell into place.

Emily: “He faked his death. And all this time, while we mourned him, while we mourned you, he’s been free?”

Sirius nodded, his fists clenching.

Sirius: “That’s why I escaped. To stop him. To protect Harry.”

It took time—too much time, Emily thought—for the full truth to come out. Remus cast the spell to force Peter from his rat form, and there he was: Peter Pettigrew, cowering and sniveling in the middle of the room.

Emily’s wand was in her hand before she realized it, her fury boiling over.

Emily: “You coward.”

Peter flinched, his eyes darting to Sirius and then to Remus.

Peter: “I-I had no choice! Voldemort—he would have killed me!”

Emily: “And instead, you killed James and Lily. You betrayed us all.”

Her hand trembled as she aimed her wand at him, her mind flashing with images of her brother’s smile, Lily’s laugh, the life they could have had.

Sirius: “Emily, don’t. He’s not worth it.”

She glanced at Sirius, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and exhaustion. Slowly, reluctantly, she lowered her wand.

Emily: “You’re right. But he’s going to pay for what he’s done.”

With Peter bound and exposed, the group returned to the castle, the weight of the night pressing down on all of them. Sirius walked beside Emily, their steps slow and deliberate.

Sirius: “I thought about you. Every day in Azkaban.”

Emily’s chest tightened, but before she could respond, Sirius continued, his voice thick with emotion.

Sirius: “You and Harry. And Remus.”

He glanced over his shoulder, where Remus was walking a few paces behind with Harry and Hermione. Sirius’s eyes softened, guilt etched into every line of his gaunt face.

Sirius: “I thought about the two of you every second. What I’d lost. What I left behind. It was the only thing that kept me sane—if you can even call it that.”

Emily stopped walking, forcing him to turn and face her. Her hand trembled as she reached for his.

Emily: “We thought we lost you, Sirius. I thought... I thought you were gone forever.”

He shook his head, his grip tightening around hers.

Sirius: “You never lost me, Emily. Not really. Even in that hell, I held on to you. To both of you.”

His gaze shifted back to Remus, who was watching them now, his expression unreadable. Sirius swallowed hard, his voice quieter now.

Sirius: “I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me. For leaving. For not finding a way to prove the truth sooner. But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying, if he lets me.”

Emily’s throat constricted with emotion. She squeezed his hand, her voice barely a whisper.

Emily: “One step at a time, Sirius. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

For the first time in years, she saw a flicker of the Sirius she remembered—the mischievous, fiercely loyal boy she had fallen in love with.

The days following the Shrieking Shack were a blur of tension and half-healed wounds. Peter Pettigrew had escaped in the chaos, leaving Sirius a fugitive still. But for the first time in twelve long years, Emily didn’t feel entirely alone. Sirius was alive. And so was the possibility of something they had lost.

But it wasn’t easy. The fractures between them—between Sirius, Remus, and herself—ran deep, and the years apart had left scars on all three.

The first real opportunity for them to talk came in the safety of Emily’s quarters. Sirius had slipped in under the cover of the Marauder’s Map, while Remus lingered uncertainly by the fire.

Sirius: “Feels like old times, doesn’t it?”

He flashed a grin, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Emily: “Not quite.”

Her voice was sharper than she intended, and Sirius flinched. Remus glanced at her, his brows knitting together in a silent plea for patience.

Emily: “Sorry. I just... it’s been a lot.”

Sirius: “You think it hasn’t been for me?”

His tone was biting, defensive. Emily opened her mouth to retort, but Remus stepped between them.

Remus: “Enough. Both of you.”

He looked at Sirius, his voice softer but firm.

Remus: “We all went through hell, Pads. You don’t have to prove that. Not here.”

The tension between them crackled like static, but Sirius deflated, running a hand through his matted hair.

Sirius: “I’m sorry.”

Emily nodded, her anger ebbing into something more manageable.

Emily: “Me too.”

Remus sank into the armchair beside the fire, his expression weary but hopeful.

Remus: “Maybe we can start small. One step at a time.”

Sirius smirked, though his voice carried a note of sincerity.

Sirius: “Since when are you the optimistic one?”

Remus: “Since someone around here has to be.”

The letter came late one evening, carried by a familiar snowy owl. Emily recognized Hedwig immediately and tore into the envelope with shaking hands. The words were short and to the point, written in Harry’s messy scrawl:

“Aunt Emily, Buckbeak and I are safe. Sirius is with us. He’s free—well, as free as he can be. I hope you’re okay. —Harry”

Emily’s breath caught, and she read the note again, her heart racing.

Emily: “He’s safe.”

She turned the parchment over in her hands, as though touching it might summon Sirius back to her. Remus entered the room just as she stood, the letter clutched tightly.

Remus: “What is it?”

She handed it to him silently. His eyes scanned the note, widening with recognition.

Remus: “He did it. He escaped.”

Emily nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

Emily: “I need to see him.”

Emily didn’t wait for permission or even think of caution. She apparated to the edge of the forest near Hogsmeade, where she knew Harry and Sirius were likely hiding. The shadows of the trees loomed tall, and she cast her Patronus—a bright, leaping phoenix—to guide her way.

A bark-like laugh echoed through the trees.

Sirius: “I’d recognize that Patronus anywhere.”

Emily whirled around, and there he was. His ragged clothes hung off his too-thin frame, and his hair was wilder than ever, but his grin was unmistakably Sirius.

Emily: “You idiot.”

Her voice broke as she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. He stumbled back slightly, catching her in a tight embrace.

Sirius: “Missed you too, love.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands framing his face.

Emily: “Harry said you’re safe, but... how? What happened?”

Sirius’s grin softened, and he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Sirius: “Harry. The boy’s a marvel. He and Hermione—well, it’s a long story, but let’s just say they saved Buckbeak and me in one go. I owe them everything.”

Emily’s chest swelled with pride and relief, but a flicker of hurt crossed her face.

Emily: “And what about us? Did you think of us, Sirius? Of me? Of Remus?”

His grin faltered, replaced by a solemnity that made him look older than his years.

Sirius: “I thought about you both every day. But the truth is... I wasn’t sure you’d still want me. After everything.”

Emily stepped back, shaking her head.

Emily: “Don’t you ever say that again.”

Her voice trembled, but it was fierce.

Emily: “We’ve been waiting for you, Sirius. Even when we didn’t know if we’d ever see you again, we waited. And I don’t care how much time has passed or what’s happened. You’re ours.”

Sirius exhaled shakily, his hands gripping her arms as though anchoring himself to her.

Sirius: “I don’t deserve you. Either of you.”

Another voice broke the moment.

Remus: “That’s not for you to decide.”

They both turned to see Remus standing at the edge of the clearing, his eyes dark but steady. He approached slowly, his posture tense but his gaze unwavering.

Remus: “We’ve all made mistakes, Sirius. But you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

Sirius’s voice cracked as he whispered.

Sirius: “I’m so sorry, Moony.”

Remus closed the gap between them and pulled Sirius into a firm embrace. Sirius stiffened for a moment before melting into it, his shoulders shaking as he clung to his old friend. Emily stood beside them, her hand resting on Sirius’s back, grounding them all in the moment.

Later, the three of them sat together around a small fire Sirius had conjured. He leaned back against a log, his legs stretched out, while Remus and Emily sat side by side.

Sirius: “So... how do we do this? Rebuild something that feels like it’s been in ruins for years?”

Emily smiled faintly, nudging his foot with hers.

Emily: “One step at a time. Like you said.”

Remus smirked, tilting his head toward Sirius.

Remus: “We’ve got a knack for surviving, the three of us. And now that we’re together again, I think we stand a pretty good chance.”

Sirius looked between them, his expression softening.

Sirius: “I don’t know what I did to deserve you two, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I never lose you again.”

Emily reached for Sirius’s hand and then Remus’s, threading their fingers together.

Emily: “No more losing each other. We’ve done enough of that. This time, we stick.”

The fire crackled, the stars above glittering like a promise. For the first time in years, they all felt the faint stirrings of hope.

The weeks following Sirius’s return were a blur of quiet moments and big decisions. He couldn’t stay in one place for long, not with the Ministry still hunting him, but Emily and Remus worked tirelessly to find ways to support him. Letters sent via Hedwig kept Harry in the loop, bringing Sirius closer to his godson while giving the trio something precious to fight for.

It wasn’t easy. Emily and Remus had their teaching responsibilities at Hogwarts, and Sirius’s restlessness often drove him to the brink of recklessness. But they were together, and after everything they had been through, that was enough.

Months later, the trio gathered in the overgrown garden of a small, secluded cottage Remus had discovered. It was far from prying eyes, with a charmed perimeter to keep them safe.

Sirius: “It’s not much, but it’s ours.”

He leaned against the fence, a grin tugging at his lips. His hair was still wild, but the hollows in his cheeks were filling out, and there was a lightness in his eyes that Emily hadn’t seen in years.

Emily: “It’s perfect.”

She twirled in the middle of the garden, the long grass brushing against her boots.

Remus: “It’s a start.”

His voice was steady, but his gaze was warm as he looked between them.

Sirius crossed the distance to pull Emily into a playful spin, her laughter ringing out into the quiet evening. When he set her down, his grin softened into something more thoughtful.

Sirius: “I never thought I’d have this again. A home. A family.”

Emily reached up, cupping his face.

Emily: “We’ve always been your family, Sirius. We just needed to find our way back.”

Remus joined them, his hand resting on Sirius’s shoulder.

Remus: “And now that we have, we’re not letting go.”

The three of them stood there, the weight of their shared losses settling into something softer—a foundation for the life they were building together.

The following summer, Harry visited the cottage. He had grown taller, his hair just as unruly as James’s, and his green eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Harry: “This is where you’ve been hiding?”

Sirius ruffled his godson’s hair with a grin.

Sirius: “It’s not exactly the Gryffindor common room, but it’ll do.”

Emily knelt in front of Harry, her hands on his shoulders.

Emily: “You’ve grown so much. Your dad would be so proud of you.”

Harry smiled shyly, his gaze flicking to Sirius and then to Remus, who stood nearby with his hands in his pockets.

Harry: “It’s good to see all of you together. It feels... right.”

The trio exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

Emily: “It is right, Harry. This is where we’re meant to be.”

That night, after Harry had gone to bed, the three of them sat by the fireplace, sharing a bottle of wine.

Sirius: “So, what now? We’ve got a home. We’ve got Harry. What’s next?”

Remus: “We live.”

Emily smiled, leaning into Sirius while reaching for Remus’s hand.

Emily: “We live, and we make the most of the time we’ve been given.”

Sirius raised his glass, his grin infectious.

Sirius: “To the future.”

They clinked glasses, their laughter mingling with the crackle of the fire.

For the first time in over a decade, they weren’t just surviving. They were dreaming again, imagining a future where love and loyalty could triumph over the darkness that had once consumed them.

Years later, the cottage remained their sanctuary, a place filled with love, laughter, and the occasional mischief. Sirius finally received his pardon, and Harry became a regular visitor, bringing his own family as the years passed.

One night, long after the world had quieted, Emily stood in the garden, gazing up at the stars.

Sirius: “There you are.”

He joined her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Moments later, Remus appeared, a cup of tea in hand.

Remus: “What are we looking at?”

Emily: “The future.”

She pointed to a bright, twinkling star.

Emily: “That one. It reminds me of James. Of everything we’ve lost and everything we’ve found again.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to her temple, and Remus slipped his free hand into hers.

Sirius: “He’d be proud of us.”

Remus: “He’d say we’re a bit mad, but yes, he’d be proud.”

They stood there, their hearts full, as the stars watched over them. Their journey had been long and painful, but it had led them here—to love, to family, to a future worth everything they had endured.

The End.

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