#Regulus is a bit of a guard dog to me

[kairospy]

The absolute BRAIN ROT from your “let’s him clean the blood off his knuckles” post 🫡 only I can’t unsee Regulus’ slender fingers scrubbing the blood from James’ hands instead, i don’t know how I got here but ty 🖤

It hasn’t left my head either ngl. It’s becoming a problem

Because, James has likely never been in a fistfight, you know? Sunshine ‘I start fights because it’s fun but I don’t end them’ Potter. And then comes Regulus ‘anger issues’ Black and beats some guy an inch away from permanent brain damage

James is down bad. He’s fucking terrified too but somehow that makes it even hotter? Like Regulus could demolish him if he wanted… He’s not unpacking that at the moment.

And when James cleans his knuckles Regulus is just looking at him with the faintest smirk because he knows the effect it all had on James.

Regulus can even see the blush on James’ cheeks he’s not even trying to hide but Regulus still takes his chin and tilts his head up to see it better

I have a lot of thoughts about this and none of them are pure 🫤

[veritas-scribblings]

nightclub - @jartylusmicrofics - words: 933 [mature: sexual language]

[in-universe: electric and video; takes place before electric]

‘Bartemius fucking Crouch.’

The club is crowded, dark and thrumming. James can feel the vibrations under his skin, in his teeth. The doofdoofdoof of the music like a pulse keeping the place alive. It’s nearing midnight and Sirius has run off somewhere because he never misses a chance to hook up, leaving James alone and leaned up against a pillar. James nurses a drink, watches the throng of bodies dancing and people occasionally trying to make eye contact with him.

He isn’t bitter about it really; he wishes Sirius well in his endeavours. Sirius is reeling from yet another break-up and a casual no-names-no-numbers hook up is exactly what the guy needs. James, however, is done with the casual hook ups. The ‘no-names and no-numbers’. He was never made for it in the first place. No, James wants something real, something long-lasting. Maybe even something eternal. Eventually.

‘Don’t call me that, cunt.’ Barty grins at James.

He has poked metal through his body since James last saw him, some four years ago now. There’s a silver bar through his ear, a bar through his eyebrow, tattoos up both arms. Barty had always been a twig when they were growing up together as children, and after gaining some height as an adolescent he had rapidly achieved the status of ‘bean pole’. But now, there are ropes of lean muscle up his arms and he’s broadened in the shoulders just a little bit. It’s a good look on him, James thinks, though it makes him appear somewhat more intimidating.

‘Where’s your guard dog?’ Barty asks. He takes James’s drink and downs it in one gulp, and then coughs and glares into the cup as though it has insulted him. ‘The fuck is this?’

‘Jaegerbomb. Sirius’s idea.’ James snorts. ‘He’s gone off with someone.’

‘And left you here all alone while he’s busy getting his dick wet? How inconsiderate.’ Barty dumps the glass on the floor beside them and then leans up against the pillar that James is occupying, looming over James. ‘So you’re just stuck here being a loner then, because the boy you abandoned me for has abandoned you for a warm mouth. Sounds like karma to me, bitch.’

James rolls his eyes. ‘Sounds to me like you’re going to buy me another drink, bitch.’

‘If I do, will you put out?’ Barty snickers; the question comes out more suggestive and less joking, taking James entirely off-guard. ‘For the record, I never abandon my friends for a quick shag.’ He leans over and says by James’s ear, low and husky, ‘I invite them to join. So, come on.’

Barty grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the dance floor, through groups and couples who are practically gyrating.

‘What? Wait—’ James tries to pry himself loose, but Barty is stronger than he looks.

Barty stops and turns around, leaning so close to James that James can feel his breath. ‘Stop being so lame, Jamie, we’ll show you a good time,’ he says.

Barty hasn’t called him that, Jamie, since they were ten and had friendship foisted upon them on the basis of mere proximity to one another. Back then it had been, ‘Don’t be lame, Jamie,’ when Barty had wanted to do something that was clearly not a good idea, either because James was sure that Barty’s father would flip his shit or that whatever Barty wanted to do would ultimately lead to death or the loss of limbs.

Now, the ‘Don’t be lame, Jamie,’ sounds loaded, like the promise of an absolutely great time so very different to the absolutely great times when they were children.

Standing on the edge of the congregation of sweaty, dancing bodies, James can suddenly see what Barty’s talking about. Regulus Black is dancing alone, though James can tell that the people on the periphery of him are trying to get his attention. He’s wearing a white shirt, the top few buttons open, and a black and deep-green waist coat, looking out of place in the ‘drawing looks, standing out from the crowd’ sense of the word.

‘Well?’ Barty stands behind James, a hand on his shoulder, speaking by his ear. ’For the record, I give damned good blow jobs. I can suck your brain out through your dick. Just ask Regulus.’

James can’t stop the shiver that runs through him, or the thoughts and images that race through his brain, or how all sensation in his body starts to drain down to his groin. He can’t even stop his mouth from running and the, ‘You sucked Regulus’s brain out through his dick?’ that slips out uninvited.

Barty laughs and takes James by the shoulders, steering him and shoving him directly into Regulus, who stumbles a little bit. They’re nearing the speakers, so Barty has to almost shout to be heard.

‘Yeah, I did. Didn’t I, Reg?’

Regulus doesn’t reply. He’s a little bit sweaty, a little bit messy, his black curls tousled, his eyes dazed from drinking. It’s a good look on him, James thinks. Regulus doesn’t smile, though he does tip his head to the side inquisitively, like there’s something puzzling about James that he’s trying to figure out.

James can feel Barty pressed up against him, Barty’s hands on James’s waist, the outline of his hard body.

‘I have a theory,’ Barty says behind him, ‘though Reg won’t believe me. That it’s the boring, dull, vanilla “trapped on the conveyor belt of white picket fences and 2.5 children” capitalist slaves who are the freakiest in bed. You strike me as entirely vanilla, Jamie. Are you a freak between the sheets?’

[fxreflyes]

ahhh I just saw you already answered, damn these time zones!! can u please tell me about the fic your most excited to write in that case???

hi bel!!!!! <333333 (i am so sorry for the v late reply, the brain fog today has been v real) the time zones are truly horrid, im so sad to be 8 hrs behind u :'(

i think i have talked abt all of my fics so far, which is making me feel like I need more wips HAHA (I do not need more) so i will talk once more abt the one i currently have my word doc open to!! (i think you already saw a post abt it im sorry!!) (summary ask here) (snippet ask here) but it's called hand in hand with the living dead and it is basically all angst. it is sirius suicide fic & he becomes a ghost & meets remus who is also a ghost!

a snippet for u!!

After a few minutes of fevered hacking, his hair lay around him in clumps. The razor clattered to the tile and Sirius was left shivering.

It was a long moment before he got to his feet.

When he met his gaze in the mirror of the motel bathroom, the hollows of his eyes carved two large shadows where his eyes should be, blood trickling from the nicks on his skull. He wiped away the blood on his cheek, and it smeared. He tried a smile, but it was all teeth, like a dog with his fangs bared.

If James could see him now.

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im honestly hyperfixating on this one rn, but probably the 2 im ACTUALLY most excited about in general are my marauders clue au poor boy youre bound to die set in 1954 which i have rambled to u abt sorry 🙈 (summary ask here) and then the spinoff bloodlands which takes place in 1944 on the eastern front w reg, remus, evan & barty!! (summary ask here)

so here is a snippet from the next ch of poor boy you're bound to die under the cut!!

He would have been dead too, if not for a former Soviet guard by the name of Ivan Rosanov. Or, as he later became known, after absconding to France and assuming a new name and identity, Evan Rosier.

With a jaw that could take a punch and hair that could have rivalled the snow for pallor, Evan Rosier had had a comportment as icy as the tundra itself. It was only by the grace of some unfathomable higher entity, that Regulus happened to have fostered an odd friendship of sorts with the one man and one man alone who appeared able to crack that façade like a stick of dynamite colliding with a lake in midwinter.

It was for this reason that Regulus supposed he owed just as much credit to the incessant and unabashed flirting that his cell mate had engaged in as to the guard himself. If it hadn’t been for Barty Crouch Jr.’s dirty mouth and unflinching ability to suffer a beating, Regulus would have long since been a feast for the worms. That was if worms could survive the frigid conditions they had been in. He might have simply slowly decomposed on the ice without even serving the worthwhile purpose of being some critters tea-time snack. He supposed he was lucky that Evan had taken a shine to the way the blood looked smeared on Barty’s lips as he panted, in what even Regulus had to admit was an obscene way, as he was restrained in a chair as he was disciplined for some petty quip. The whole affair was rather sensual, and Regulus was amused and only a little surprised at Evan’s face coloring the faintest bit of red as Barty had turned to him and cooed “Do you like what you see, pretty boy?” right before getting smashed in the face by one of the Death Eaters for mouthing off, his blood and spit splattering through air.

[mundrakan]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @tracingpatternswrites . I haven't done it yet and am happy to do that :)

Username: Shadowmun

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Pi - no really 314 over all fandoms. :)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

1,841,241

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Harry Potter, some witcher, Old guard, altered carbon, and whenever I feel like it a multitude of other (nerdy) fandoms. For open challenges I specifically seek out small fandoms. It's fun to explore them. :)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Opposites attract (Harry/Regulus)

I died but I got better (Old guard Nicki/Joe)

The Spin (Harry/Theo)

Half a Soul (James/Tom Riddle)

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen (Sirry)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always and as soon as possible. I am so hyped about every single one. If you are chatty, I will get chatty too :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Guilt and Shame. It didn't get the tag "Shakespearean Tragedy" by accident.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, that's a hard one, as I don't really do "happy endings". I go for The bat, the dog and the dancer, because it ends with a lost family found again.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have. I have dared to do some unforgivable things. Writing grey characters. Writing characters with flaws. Writing fandom favourites differently. Surprisingly though the hatred I received on my Trans fic, wasn't about the Trans character being trans but about their decisions that are kept closest to canon.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I absolutely write smut. I have written M/M, F/M, F/F, moresomes. The connecting factor is, that I want to tell a story, so it's never JUST smut. There is always something extra.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't yet. But I consider Harry Potter meets The full monty. I have to rewatch the film though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of. There are unauthorized translations of two of my fics out there, one on Wattpatt, one on a Russian fansite.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I have. A very nice other user asked for permission to translate Window of Opportunity into Spanish

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't. I have at several points have had very helpful alpha readers and plot helpers, but a full cowrite is still in the future.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

If I had one OTP, it would be Snack (Sirius/Severus), because they are the ultimate Enemies to lovers and have so much in common. But I have always been a fan of rare pairs and love to try myself out, so very nearly any pairing will tickle me, if the time is right

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are three. One is my soulmate-Snack that I can't seem to make work entirely, although the basic arc is done start to finish. Then there is my Amnesia AU, and I fight with the last bits nail and tooth. And then there is my original, which is also just.... almost done.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Emotion. Short descriptions that invoke pictures without going into detail. All three are remnant of being a GM for RPG for a LOOOONG time :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Humor is hard, and so are fighting scenes. I also struggle to figure out endings. They hate me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have done it in several ways. Translation, just description and lately, because it was so fun: footnotes. I absolutely love my fic with Russian in it, and seemingly many people love those little footnotes. Surprisingly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uhm... it depends what counts. On Ao3? Definitely the Old Guard. If writing summaries of RPG sessions count... Star wars... and hopefully those remain forever buried.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

You monster! Making me choose???? From all my babies????

No really, it's hard. It depends on my day to day mood and what I am looking for. I have written so many different things. Today it feels like a day for Bad things , a piece I wrote as a longfic and then foolishly released in one go, because @metalomagnetic liked the snippets. Not so foolish after all, I think, because it brought us closer, and I appreciate the companionship greatly. :)

Speaking off... I no pressure tag @metalomagnetic , @squintclover and @tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire. and of course everyone else who feels like it. Open tag, people :)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

fake fic game<3 ! a fic w the tags Threesome, Arranged Marriage, & Emotional Support Dog or a fic called Underestimated & Overprotected :-)

fake fic ask game<3

omg ok ok hi teddy<3 (we all know i’m horrible with plot so this will mostly be vibes)

i’m rambling below so i set a cut djkssk

so threesome obviously jegulily i wouldnt dare disappoint u otherwise, and arranged marriage immediately gave my royal AU vibes idk,,, so i’m thinkingg Regulus as like a prince kind of or noble son of blablabla and Lily is a maid kind of? or maybe a cook/baker/gardeners whatever (like a daughter of that profession, but she grew up at the mansion so that’s what she learned as she adulted) but she’s super smart because idk maybe regulus teaches her all he knows and lends her books and such, a cute little childhood bsfs to lovers thing but then Reg grows into the age where courting is a thing and then BOOM James mf Potter comes in and he’s arrogant and a prat but he’s also chaaarrrmminngg and a hot piece of ass which is unfortunate because he also has a big heart and of course he has an eye for the pretty redhaired girl and reg is all >:(( UNTIL james just gives him the saaammee treatment *giggles* and then it’s a bit of an awkward funky time in which they realize they’re all into each other and then they shock society and create a scandal by building a little empire for themselves and their dog aka padfoot because of course there has to be a bit of angst and actually sirius died when regulus was like 7 and guess what? right after the funeral a big black dog started showing up around the property and just sneaked his way into everyone’s hearts and has since been regulus’ best friend besides lily (pads is an outside dog but whenever there was a storm he used to sleep in lily’s chamber and regulus would join them and they’d all cuddle up in front of a fire^^)

and now Underrestimated and Overprotected has big rosekiller yakuza vibes for me, like evil mastermind genius mafia boss Barty and Evan Put Your Dog On A Leash, Crouch! Rosier and the reason it came immediately to mind is because of the fic idea of exactly this happening:)) like ok maybe not exactly this but i definitely want to challenge myself and write something for the Submissive like a Guard Dog thing, the whole endless devotion, trust vs fear, demoralisation on both ends dynamic!!

[theanonymousloser]

dating him includes...

pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

requested: no

word count: 450

warnings: sirius' parents... that's it

sirius calls you really any pet name you could think of

sometimes they're super bizarre and catch you off-guard

when this happens you're like "wtf did you just call me" and he pretends it didn't happen

you'll usually just call him sirius or padfoot

but when you're mad you'll call him by his full name and he'll freeze

you can be t e r r i f y i n g

but anyways

your parents love him and anytime he can't go to the potter's house (for whatever reason) they welcome him with open arms

he introduces you to the potters instead of his parents and they love you

they tell you to keep him out of trouble

"i'll do my best, but usually i don't find out about the trouble they've caused until after they've caused it"

somehow, his parents find out about you though, and demand to meet you

you insist that it's alright even after his warnings

they don't like you to say the least

well for one thing, you're not pureblood

but also, they think you're too nice

but here's the thing, at first, they pretended to like you

so sirius was fine with leaving you in the room with his mother as he went to the bathroom

but when he came back, you were not fine

she had tried to attack you, and regulus had blocked it in the tiniest way possible so that she didn't know it was him (hopefully that makes sense)

but anyway, he's mad and y'all leave immediately

he takes you home and y'all hang out for a little and eventually he breaks down and starts crying and apologizing

this kind of happens a lot, he'll be talking one second and crying the next

it only happens when you two are alone though

his favorite place to kiss you is the top of your head

this is mostly because y'all hug a lot

and when I say a lot, i mean a l o t

like, y'all kiss and stuff quite a bit, don't get me wrong

but hugging is on a whole other level

hugs with sirius help e v e r y t h i n g

anyways

if you're sad, sirius sometimes will turn into a dog just to make you smile/laugh

you're potions partners and he'll always ask you to put his hair up for him after he sees you do yours

that's it

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[oingo233]

The Beast Who Cried Man Ch2 (Beauty & The Beast AU)

Summary: People are dying in the small village of Pivot; your home. Murders are becoming more common than not, and no one can find out why. The danger seems to only grow with each passing day. In a town controlled by fear, your people blame the mystery man who lives in the castle miles into the woods. You’ve all heard the low moans of agony coming from the house and flashes of green and bright lights…you’ve all seen the magic. The villagers call him The Beast. One day, when picking flowers and apples for your family you stumble upon a body. The town gathers in a panic, deciding that the only solution would be human sacrifice to mollify the beast himself. As you were the one to find the bodies, deemed bad luck, you are sent off into the woods to meet this beast…

Regulus Black x reader (reader is neutral)

*Part One*Part Two*Part Three*

Warnings: cussing, mobs, angst, this is like my least fav chapter of the series (I say as if I've already written the rest-)

Authors Note: I know things have been a bit slow burn but I promise it's going to speed up the next couple of chapters and I am really, really excited for what I have planned and on meshing the HP world, and beauty and the beast into this fic. So please enjoy! Feedback and comments are always appreciated. And if I used anything too descriptive of the characters identity, please let me know so I can change it, I want the reader to be as inclusive/neutral as possible.

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Two

Kreachers of The Night

It’s funny how time seems to laugh at you and speed up at all the moments you wish it’d stop completely. This was one of those moments.

The towns small jail was cold and moldy, murky drops of water dripping every few minutes from a leak in the ceiling. I couldn't decide whether the tap, tap, tapping of the droplets were keeping me sane or driving me over the edge. But I did know that without any sound at all I’d get lost in the silence.

The jailer was a stout woman, Mauren, always kind and fierce and always at every festival. She had the prettiest voice out of us all. She would take care of me at times where my parents needed the help and she’d bring us bones for broth when my sister or I grew sick. But now… now her voice was trapped in the awkward air between us. She couldn’t even speak to me as she kept her gaze to the single window, the beginning of a beautiful sunset starting to glimmer through.

It was almost time.

“Please,” I begged for the hundredth time, she only screwed her eyes shut and ignored me. “Please don’t let them have me,” I nearly sobbed, “I’m not what they say I am. I’m not bad luck, I’m-” the words died in my throat as she began to hum to herself, there was truly nothing else I could say. So instead I got up and wrapped my hands around the rusted bars of the cell. I shook back and forth like a mad man, rattling the entire building when it actually was hardly causing a creak in the floorboard beneath me. But it felt nice, to let go and go from begging to just being mad.

“This isn’t right!” I yelled. “Stop humming and listen to me!” But it was to no avail, she only began to hum her song louder. But someone did answer me, and the voice was so much worse than the rude hums of Maruen.

“Baby!” rang my mothers voice, half hysterical and half hard as stone. Rage and despair carried on a soundwave. “My baby!” she wailed again. I heard some gruff voices and then some sort of hustle, I knew she was trying to get in, they would not let her.

“(Y/N)! Don’t….dont worry!” called the voice of my sister. Tears pricked my eyes at the sound of my father grunting and then a loud clash. They were fighting the guards. Mauren stopped her humming and when the sounds registered she shot up from her seat and raced to the door.

“Let them in you dogs,” she said, scowling at the young guards who quickly released my father from a headlock, one was sporting an already bruising black eye.

Before they could even get the word “ma’am” out, my entire family spilled inside, nearly knocking over Mauren.

“Get ‘em out of here, Mar,” pleaded my father. She only shook her head causing my mother to join in, a beggar's look in her eye that must run in the family.

“Please. We have a place to go, far from here. Where we’re safe, and…” she gave me an apologetic look, “and the towns safe from (Y/N).” The words felt like a dagger thrown straight through my chest to the moldy wall behind me. I knew she was just saying that...right? The very thought of my parents thinking I was bad luck because of finding Old Man Jono’s body was nearly enough to bring me to my knees.

“You know I can’t do that. If (Y/N) is what they say, then they’re our only real chance at peace.”

“You can’t really believe that.”

“Maybe not...but it’s hope. And ain’t that a bitch,” she said, she turned and walked back to her seat with all our eyes glued to her. She only gave us one last glance, a frown on her lips. “But I’ll give ya some time...sundowns over soon.”

The words struck a somber truth, death is soon. The Beast is waiting. The cell was drowned in silence before my mother stepped so close to the cells she could reach a shaking hand through and grab ahold of my own, her breath turning white in the air.

“Be brave, little one. The gods will reward your courage,” she said, my father scoffed behind her.

“The gods have left us long ago,”

“Pa!” my sister scolded, hurt flashing across her eyes. I only laughed bitterly, her eyes finding mine.

“He’s right, but so is Ma. Courage will serve me more than the gods will.” My dad gave me a smile close to being something proud but ended up being sadder than anything I’ve ever seen. He wordlessly stepped forward and wrapped his big hand over Ma’s and mine. My sister hugged herself just behind us, eyes glued to the floor.

“But…. I’m scared,” she said. Maruen looked up with watery eyes and the whole room shifted into something tragic at the cracking of her voice. I begrudgingly left my parents and moved slightly to the right and reached my arms through the bars awkwardly. My sister looked at me for a long, depressed moment before inching forwards into my arms. I hugged her the best I could.

“You’re allowed to be scared, but have faith too. Faith that I will come back to you,” I whispered to her softly. Her response was a sniffle and a meek word.

“How?”

“Because I am a person with too much to lose to just give up. And I’ll miss your scones too much,” she laughed softly before stepping back and wiping her nose.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

“I’m counting on it,” I replied, a bittersweet smile on my lips as Mar tugged softly on my moms shoulder, the roaring of the townspeople could be heard even through the stone walls of the prison.

“Times up,” she said, tears pricking her eyes. I wanted to feel mad. I wanted to feel the same rage as my parents, but I couldn’t. Not when everyone looks just as afraid and heartbroken as me, maybe not for the same reasons, but we all still felt the same.

There was hardly time for a hello and now there was no time for a goodbye as the Mayor burst through the heavy wooden doors, hair falling into his crazed eyes.

“Grab her,” he spoke lowly, like the warning growl of a predator and like all Alphas have been, he was obeyed. A dozen townsfolk stepped forward, my heart lurched as my father, still limping and bloody, stood before me, my mother next to him and my sister by her, all holding hands forming a wall.

“Please-” my father tried again but his words were cut off as the people I grew up with and adored, grabbed him by the shoulders, arms wrapping around my mother and tugging at my sister. I squeezed my eyes shut as they screamed and cried. I flinched when the steel door to my cell creaked, I tried not to, but I wailed when calloused and large hands gripped my forearms, lifted me off the ground and all I felt was cold air when it should be warm; but even the weather knew this to be a somber event.

When I opened my eyes this time they were filled with rage, rage and sorrow. My eyes met the Mayors and I swear I saw him flinch...good. I growled my words at him, screaming and shouting before I was so far from the prison cell I felt only fear. The forest was in sight.

“Let me go!” I cried, mourning for my life. “I didn’t do it!” I screamed, mourning for Jono and his wife. “Please,” I whispered, muttering the words like a prayer. “Please. Please, please,” I considered actually praying, but I didn’t want to send my prayers to a god that would let all this happen. All the death, all the sin and misunderstanding. All the tragedy that was always just tragedy and never meant to be more, never meant to become my life.

My voice ceased to work after a mile, we marched in silence towards the castle in the forest. Leaves crunching in haunting harmony beneath their farm boots. The irony of their apparel did not slip from me. Farmers and shop owners all dressed for their day of work, not for a journey through the “haunted woods” to sacrifice one of their own. I could still hear my family's screams carried on the wind, howling as if the source came from the throat of a beast.

I laid limp in their grip, exhausted and hopeless before my mothers words came back to me. Have courage, she said, I thought of her crying and wish I told her to have some too. That we would meet again, in this life or the next.

On a crack of lighting The Beast’s castle was unveiled by the white light only to disappear in the shadows of night again. Teasing and terrifying, the people let me down. The mayor, leading the pack, turned his back to the castle to face us. I glared at him with all I had left in me.

“You have ventured all this way, putting your fear and grief aside to make room for hope and peace. Peace,” he laughed softly, “what an odd word to remember exists in a time like this. But it does, and it can be forgotten no longer when it is peace that is so close to us now after all this time. When we find peace, know that it is because of all of you, and our sacrifice, our hardship. So I thank you, for bringing Pivot that much closer to moving on, to normalcy. You are all heroes of this town,” the mayor said, his voice level but his chest was heaving, he was afraid to be so close to the castle, it made me want to scream. The crowd cheered and shook me as they cried, half relief and half sorrow.

He turned his back to us now, another flash of lighting and I saw the Mayors face, distorned and dark as he gazed up at the castle, neck craned and wind blowing his hair. He raised his arms slowly and shook them as he yelled, the volume of his voice making us all flinch backwards, some even running. The Beast was sure to know our arrival now.

“We have brought you a sacrifice!” he shouted, “they are your chosen one, stumbling upon the wake of your demons! They are yours to do as you please on the condition that the murders will stop! We have brought you one last prey but that is all you can take from us again!” his face was red by the time he finished.

Thunder boomed as we waited with our breaths held and legs weak, the castle was taller than I thought any building could be. The walls covered in moss and crumbled, windows broken or sheeted in dust. It looked like death and torture. It looked like hell.

The mob screamed and gasped as a green flicker shone through one of the dusty windows. I felt tense arms shove me forwards, the Mayor caught me before I fell and with an unhuman growl he walked me towards the front door. I struggled to stay upright at the speed of which he was taking me, we stumbled up the steps and he slammed me against the door.

“Tell him our gratitude, the cursed do not belong with us as much as they do with him,” he sneered, his arm raised and I swore he was going to hit me, I closed my eyes but the pain never came. Instead, I heard the loud banging of wood as he knocked on the door, and then the cold chill of metal across my wrist. His smile grew curled and twisted as I looked down.

“You bastard!” I cried, hitting him in the chest with one arm, my other chained to the door handle of the castle. The Mayor has chained me to the gates of hell where demons were sure to find me. I planned on hitting him all night, until my arm grew tired and he grew sorry and let me go. But he left as soon as we came.

The others had left in a hurry the second I was pushed away, the last thing I saw was the Mayor flushed in light as lightning struck a tree in the forest, his face looked corrupted, changed with evil as he glanced at me through the woods before disappearing inside them. All was silent and still beside the thunder, the crackling of a forest fire starting to burn and the heaving of my lungs as I cried.

I wasn't left in silence for long. I held my hand to my mouth when I could hear the sound of footsteps, shallow and clicking on the castle floor. I did pray then, I prayed that if I stayed quite enough The Beast would never find me, or that the town would come back and hold me until I forgave them. But I would never forgive them for what they’ve done to me, and as the footsteps got louder I knew my prayers would not be answered.

The door slid open slowly, each inch forcing me to stumble inside the castle as I cried out, my wrist twisting painfully against the door. But my cry fell silent at the sight before me.

“Ach!” the voice was as dark and dusty as the rest of the castle. I wondered for a moment if it was a man? If it was even human at all? Staring up at me with large and beady eyes, wrinkled over and harsh, was a creature less than half my size, a candle held between his long, pale fingers. He stared at me with a deep frown, he looked ancient but oddest of all was his ears, long and pointed and drooping down his long face, rivaling the size of his pointed nose.

Something caught between a growl and a rumble left him as he finally went to speak. “What brings you to the nobel and most ancient house of Black?” said the thing, he was insulting in the way he spoke, but perhaps most shocking was the sadness hidden in the words.

“I-” he cut me off with a sigh as his eyes landed on my wrist.

“Who dares vandalize the nobel house of Black,” he hissed, the venom in his eyes nearly knocking me off my feet.

“I didn’t-” I was cut off once again from another voice, soft and low like a somber song.

“Let them in,” said the voice, I could tell it was a man but as I tried to see inside the castle there was no one there, only shadows and endless hallways. The voice was calming in a way where I didn’t flinch at the leathery and cold feeling of the beast helping my hand out of the chains. My heart was no longer racing but perhaps that was the most dangerous thing about certain predators, they never let you know when you’re in danger.

“My name is (Y/N),” I said. I wanted to kick myself for the shaking in my voice. The little beast and wonder before me grimaces as he bowed,

“Kreacher,” he said, “loyal house elf to Sir Regulus Black.”

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@pmissuluger @sognatrice-as-a-hobby @kopheliablack @enchantedblackrose

[halothenthehorns]

All in the Family

Chapter 48: The Patronus

The place was not even lit, which hadn't boded well the past few times for them, so Remus was quick to wave his wand and light the candles along the wall. It revealed nothing more than a desk with a suitcase on top, the rest of the room was cleared.

At first they all relaxed, recognizing an unused Hogwarts classroom, the view outside a crystal clear night, the moon newly waning. Then they heard the suitcase rattle.

"I swear to Merlin's sack if it's another three headed dog, I am out!" Frank hissed to no one.

"Thankfully we didn't have to deal with that one," Peter tried to offer, his voice too high pitched to convey any real comfort. "Plus, I've got a nice falsetto-"

"Someone summon the damn book and get us out of here before we have to find out!" Lily snarled, their wands all pointed either at the suitcase or at the door for the threat, but none seemed willing to activate anything. Finally Lily took a breath and followed her own advice, the suitcase went sailing into her hand.

She dropped it as if it had burned her.

"Evans?" James at once asked in concern, but too late, it fell open right in front of her.

A new girl now stood before them all, carefully set blond hair and pale fishy eyes in a neat pink dress, her face scrunched up in pure disgust. Eyes locked on Lily and storming even closer with a ranky, perfumed air she sneered, "I can't believe you did that freaky magic again Lily, mum and dad will kick you out for sure this time-"

James froze with no idea of what to make of this, even as the red heads eyes filled with tears and her wand began to lower, but Remus leaped forward and shouted, "Riddikulus!"

The image flickered for a moment, eyes still locked in on Lily. For just a moment, a boy now stood before them with long greasy hair and a hooked nose, but then it changed to a cartoonish looking dog trying to balance a bone on its nose.

Sirius could only muster up a very small laugh in surprise, but that only drew the boggarts attention onto him next, blank eyes focusing in and already beginning to change into a woman, except this time with haughty dark features and claw like hands as she shrieked at her eldest son what a disgrace he was, in a voice they all recognized from frequent Howlers in the Great Hall.

Padfoot blanched in disgust and tried his own form of the banishment, but then it only grew worse again at the weak attempt, flickering to Prongs, then Moony, and then Wormtail all with looks of horror and disgust upon their faces and spewing even worse things of betrayal and a friend they couldn't trust, all words they'd already said to him.

James pushed him out of the way and, ignoring the change to a skeletal snake-like face appearing from nothing, this time said with purpose, "Riddikulus!"

It changed to a yellow balloon and made a farting noise drifting lazily around the room. Peter made a forced attempt at laughter and they all tried to join in this time with understanding. It landed, flickered feebly between a rat, a pool of blood, a griffin, then settled on an erumpent, rearing onto its hind legs and horn pointed at Alice.

She shrieked and backed away in surprise, but gathered her wits back just as quick, all of them on guard now. She repeated the incantation and watched it shrink down to a fuzzy kitten chasing its tail. They all laughed this time with feeling.

It tried one last feeble attempt, rolling onto its back and nearly locking eyes with Regulus who backed quickly away with a truly horrified expression. Lily stormed forward with a vengeance. The image blurred, taking the shape of a person once more before she shouted at the top of her lungs, and then there was a fish flopping on the floor and singing some tune none of them recognized, but they all laughed anyways in surprise.

Finally, it vanished, the silence left behind though labored with still startled breaths was almost calm thanks to the way it had ended.

Lily very cautiously peeked back inside the suitcase, to find the book sitting innocently inside. "Well," she whispered, still breathing the heaviest. "I guess Harry gets those lessons from Professor Lupin."

They all shuffled for a moment back into more casual stances, everyone looking at someone with worry for this experience.

"Err, Evans, you sure you're okay?" Potter still asked her even as he was looking at his best mate, expression sallow to the extreme and twisted up, still glaring where the boggart had vanished.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and scooped the book up without comment to get to her place.

"An erumpent?" Frank put his arm around Alice and politely asked her. "I feel like there's a story there."

She made an awkward attempt at a giggle to fight off the full memory. "My dad took me to a sanctuary once, it did not end well. What's with you and griffins?"

"A wild one went onto our property once," he grimaced. "I'd be cat chow if my mum hadn't stepped in. Needless to say, I'm quite proud I didn't wind up in Gryffindor for that alone."

She did laugh that time, but both were now done soothing each other and watching Lily with still more worry. They wanted to say something to her, find some way to really make her laugh this off like they had, but she'd just found her place and read out the chapter title, causing an inadvertent but welcomed distraction. "That's not really the way Harry's going to stop this dementor problem." She turned accusing eyes on Lupin, who looked politely puzzled himself. "That's a seventh year charm, I only know of it because I accidentally did a practice quiz for a N. E. W. T. instead of an O. W. L last week. You can't expect a third year-"

Three Marauders decided to keep to themselves they did in fact know that charm, even if they weren't dementor tested, because there had been a study done on correlations between the form they took and similar animagus'. One, did not think that through.

"Do you know any other way to make a dementor piss off?" Black snapped at her, visibly swallowing but puffing up and nearly shouting. "You want Harry to be hearing you scream in his head for the rest of his life? At least Moony's trying something, I don't see any other Professor-"

"Padfoot," Potter placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. "Breathe mate, she didn't sick that boggart on you, or what came out of it, which was complete bollix."

He took a deep breath and blinked a few times, whatever he'd been yelling at in his mind finally being replaced with her vivid red hair. "Right, sorry Evans."

She just nodded without comment and tried to read on, putting the tid-bit away for later on how, interesting, it was Potter always seemed able to calm all his mates down. What would they be like when he wasn't around to do that?

Sirius had even less interest hearing Harry arguing with his friends, as if he hadn't lived through that enough. So he grabbed Regulus by his shoulder and began towing him to the farthest corner away.

He went stumbling along, but willingly, and straightened his robes and drew himself up imperiously when released. "The hell Sirius? You know you can just ask to have a word with me like normal?"

Sirius huffed and muttered for a moment about the kid before he asked in an almost gentle voice, "your class done boggarts yet?"

Regulus sucked on the inside of his cheek for a moment before answering, "no, at least, not like that. None of my Professors have ever mentioned them, certainly not Liz if it was supposed to come up this year, but Dad actually found one in his desk the day before Christmas Holiday ended. Told me I was going to practice on it this summer," he finished in a small voice. "Guess, now I'll be better prepared for it?"

Sirius had only wanted to somehow brush off the horrible things that boggartWalburga had said if his little brother had questions, but now he felt like he should ask more, for once. He'd flat refused anymore lessons like that with his parents after fourth year when they'd given him several dozen different lectures on not just how to do certain spells, but who they should be targeted towards, and that wasn't even getting into how they talked about beasts like trolls, goblins, and werewolves.

He'd tried to convince his little brother to join him and stop going to these as well, but the little brat had refused and told Sirius he wasn't going to disappoint his parents like that, then asked him to go outside and play a game. It was pure insanity! How long did Regulus think he could keep walking the line between appeasing their disturbed parents and keeping whatever moral compass he still claimed he had?

There was a small distraction from the discourse James was serving by Wood trying to work Harry off the team because of this dementor problem, his best friend shouting loud enough for the whole castle to hear, "Moony, if you don't get Harry a solution to those dementors, I'll banish them all from Earth myself!"

Wormtail gave a wild laugh for his usual antics, the both of them discussing loudly how they'd go about doing that when classes swung around to mentioning said professor again. Sirius looked up and around properly in concern when Hermione displayed, well, not a response they appreciated.

Regulus watched his brother eye Lupin with concern when the little Muggleborn girl seemed to know what was wrong with their newest teacher. Regulus felt affronted for a moment, he hadn't a clue if it was some disease he had or he was just consistently under the whether, but he also hadn't spent much time looking into it. Seemed the nosy little girl had done so and was now lording it, typical behavior of those less fortunate. He shifted his weight uncomfortably to the Muggleborn reading all this, the image of her fiery hair jumping to his defense and tackling the creature, and without permission guilt flooded him for the vicious thoughts. He slumped away from Sirius in confusion and sat by the desk as he tried to sort out all these conflictions in him. The boggart's shape for him, everything he'd thought he'd known being a lie, and still who to believe.

Sirius let him, as he didn't have a satisfactory answer for his own problem yet, and turned to enthusiastically egg Evans on with 'interest' of this new spell they clearly hadn't heard of!

Lily ignored their idiocies, but did stop curiously when the name of the incantation was given and how to invoke it. She hesitated, searching through her mind for something that might work.

Frank didn't have to think twice, summoning forth when Alice had agreed to go out with him and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" A white burst of light did indeed spew forth, but to his disappointment it merely faded away just as fast.

Alice waffled on anything to use. Her life had been quite mellow, nothing would really stand out in her mind that would give her much of anything to work with. She got more frustrated the longer she tried, thinking there must be some high point in her life as she flickered through memories with her parents, friends, and even Frank, but there was no peak producing silver to be found.

The Marauders all, 'gave it a go.' They all had great bruises on their prides to only produce very thick and consistent vapors of smoke without letting their true patronuses take shape, but they'd resisted the urge to brag to the world about their years too early practice in becoming animagus', they could hold off bragging on this too. Sirius turned to Regulus and called, to try and push some attention away, "come on then, give it a go! See if you and Harry are on the same level?"

'I'm nothing like that half-blood' he wanted to snap back, instinctively insulted, but took a deep breath and instead tried to respond to his brothers enthusiasm. He recalled the time he and Sirius had built a fort out of blankets in the study and Kreacher brought them snacks all night, the two whispering about all the adventures of the future, home alone as their parents went to a dinner party all night. A very substantial silver something began to materialize before him, but he was so surprised it faded away just as fast. He looked wildly over to see his brother beaming with pride.

James was watching Evans sadly, advice or something to help on the tip of his tongue. She was red in the face and muttering the enchantment with purpose, but barely a whisp was visible. Usually the ruler of the Charms room, he'd half expected her to be able to flawlessly enact this one, but she was clearly struggling with some aspect. When she opened her eyes and saw him staring, she looked even more angry and frustrated, turning back to the book with a despicable look, muttering about practice later.

She didn't exactly feel better that she was doing worse than Harry, or the fact that the boy had to create a fake memory just to produce results! She flushed with shame as she suddenly realized she may do better trying the same, nothing she'd come up with seemed to be working. Not the earliest ones of the first time she'd done magic, nor the more recent of her and Sev trying to create spells and jotting them down in his mums old potion book. She stamped her foot in frustration of what she was doing wrong.

The lesson was going brutally, and Evans' clear displeasure at her inability to do the spell wasn't helping things along. Constantly having to hear of your last dying words on top of lacking in magic her son was getting only half decent results in this same spell, more than her. At least Harry had an excuse for his lackluster work, his secret desire to hear his mother's voice, the only time in his life he would.

Then Peter fell back against the wall, clutching his ears in pain rather than keep hearing her stutter in surprise over James' last words. You-Know-Who closing in, and his brave, loyal, stupid friend standing his ground against everything. He should have ran, why didn't he run? This wasn't some animal that could so easily be tricked and fooled, this was a tyrant even Prongs couldn't face!

He watched his friend for several long moments, looking as if he were seeing a ghost in Evan's hands, but then his chest puffed up and he drew himself to his full height as if fixing to go ten more rounds with everyone in the castle. "Damned right!" He declared with actual pride.

Sirius and Remus looked on the verge of tears hearing of this, but then they too threw their shoulders back in pride for such a response. Peter wished the castle would swallow him hole in shame as he couldn't bring himself to do the same. His eyes flickered to where the Boggart had vanished, the tiny little rat that had appeared mocking him. He'd always been weak and small compared to them, even his fears, and the self-loathing only grew stronger for what he was, what his first reaction would always be.

Lily had just been given a whole new perspective of this future smacked into her face. There was still the loathsome image of being married to Potter for all of this to even be occurring, but for once that was the most insignificant bit. She held, in her hands, proof that James Potter, cared for her. Like she'd watched him do for his friends in the past few days alone, like she'd seen him even trying to do for her, now magnified in an action he clearly had no regrets for. For this one second, his last breath, he was not some arrogant prick trying to win her affections.

"Lily?" It was the quietest, most gentle way he'd ever called to get her attention. The reason he called her Evans was too rile her up and see her face him with that challenging look ready to go, but that's not what she needed now. "I don't regret it." The calm he infused into that, spluttered something out of her.

"How do you manage to- I don't even like-"

"That's alright," he actually shrugged, still looking like this of all things was a casual conversation. Not the birk that was blindly defending his friend, the arrogant idiot who couldn't see any opinion but his own, just his declaration this was a satisfying enough end. She didn't understand it one little bit. She turned slowly back to the book, because for once she didn't know what to say to him. Thank you didn't seem proper enough, when she couldn't return she'd do the same.

She almost, sympathized with Harry coming to tears over hearing of this. She'd tried, and failed, to put distance between the idea of this child being hers, and for the first time was again struck by just what the boy would think watching this. The first thing he'd ever heard in his parents voice was their life ending for his, and here the two of them couldn't even hold a civil conversation! The lad would probably cry ten fold if he was forced to hear this instead.

Some of James' confidence wavered when Remus, or Professor Lupin whatever, refused to elaborate on their friendship. He had no idea why his friend had been going out of his way these past thirteen years to not care for Harry, and dancing around the answer now was making him feel sick. Just what had happened?

Sirius and Remus exchanged terrified looks for the same, now watching Prongs as he finally looked worried about this future like hearing his own last words hadn't managed. Sirius roused himself, and in a fit of solidarity to chase that away shouted, "oi, who's up for round two with that Boggart! Professor Lupin's slacking, only letting Harry have three goes!"

Remus swallowed uncomfortably rather than admitting he wanted to quit again from this bloody story, but the other two looked relieved and laughed just like Padfoot had been hoping, even if both sounded extremely forced.

There was rising hope in everyone now as Harry finally got a good attempt off! Professor Lupin still had to step in, and it didn't seem encouraging the man who was teaching this couldn't even produce his own patronus to do it, but they'd take whatever they could get at this point.

Professor Lupin's even more cryptic comments about Sirius had the two shuffling closer to each other with unease, wishing more than ever there was some way to just get an answer already rather than all of this foul run around nonsense. Harry pausing to reflect on all of this was making them sicker by the moment, it took everything they had not to grab each others hands in front of everyone just for some comfort in this dreadful situation.

Thankfully the book lightened up from there and the moment passed without either having to acknowledge it. More chats of Quidditch and fond laughter at the little third year whining about homework between all the OWL students was really what everyone needed.

Time dragged on for Harry, Frank and Alice looked out the window curiously as if they were going to see the sun zipping by along with Lily's words, though thankfully they were saved from that experience. When the book did go back to talking about Harry in those lessons, Lily couldn't help her voice shaking again, not needing a repeat to know how much Harry needed this, and yet finally understanding why he'd never want them to stop. Her dismay at this was nothing to the Blacks reaction of finding out the oldest one was to be Kissed.

Sirius would have fallen if his friends hadn't caught him, his face a silent scream of fright, which set Regulus' blood boiling. No one and nothing made his brother look like that! "They can't do that! It's been outlawed- it's never even been allowed it's so beyond words! Just who the bloody hell is trying to hide what doing this to him!"

Hearing his little brother throwing a fit, over him, snapped Sirius out of it like nothing else could have. He'd stood there and watched in wonderment for a moment like everyone else before finally going over to him and wrapping a reassuring arm around his shoulders. Regulus immediately tried to shake him off, still muttering profane things Sirius was a bit proud to hear coming from his young mouth, but held tight. "I want you to remember this moment Reg," Sirius said with conviction. "Purebloods are not any more safe than anyone else from the bad things they do, or are framed for doing." He'd only been trying to distract the both of them from this future horror, but now his kid brother looked even more aghast.

"-But, Sirius, don't you see! This is why the Dark Lord's plans should be followed! He wouldn't let this happen to you!"

Sirius flushed in anger, his arm tightened painfully around the kid, but he remembered how shocked and afraid he'd been when hearing the news of You-Know-Who's real name and birth and forced himself to keep going reasonably. "No, Regulus, it wouldn't. I'll never follow him or what he wants, and he'd do much worse to me because of it. You've got to stop letting others tell you what to do-"

"Like you're doing!" He snapped, finally pulling away. "Both you and our parents just keep saying things, how about giving me a chance to see it for myself? All I've seen so far is someone deciding you're going to get your soul sucked out because you killed a bunch of Muggles! Who cares about them, but under the-"

"Shut up!" Sirius snapped back before he could say it again. "Do you even hear yourself? Murder's okay now, so long as it's not someone who can do magic? What next then, killing Muggleborn's will be okay because it's not you?" To his surprise, Regulus' eyes flinched to Evans and away, it was the first time Sirius had seen him even acknowledge her. "Then who, hum? Wizards without pure blood lines can go to? Then there will just be You-Know-Who's minions, and even those might some day choose to not agree with who goes next, and there won't be anyone left to stop him!"

He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm when Regulus just stood there, pale faced but with that insufferably stubborn look still set. He didn't seem to have a rebuttal for that though, for once. "Fine, think whatever you like," he muttered, stamping back to his friends.

Lily felt like backing slowly out of the room so as not to draw attention towards her and invoke another fight like that, even as she'd been unable to look away from the whole thing, completely riveted. The brothers were much more of a spectacle than her and her sister were, she was sure, but still she couldn't help but find herself sympathizing with Sirius Black of all people. She was full of that today apparently, as she wanted to consul the sibling who couldn't get through to the other. It made going back to reading feel ten times more awkward as she kept shooting him anxious looks, an apology or words of understanding on the tip of her tongue for him that he was clearly ignoring even from his own friends.

They were all so distracted it took a few moments for McGonagall's words to sink about Harry's Firebolt being returned to him, than Lily's good mood vanish as fast as it was back for those Marauders. They were a ball of pure energy and excitement Harry got the broom back while she just wanted to chuck it in the trash, considering Harry and Ron even went so far as to rub it in their friends face they'd been right all along. She still remembered Harry nearly being thrown from a broom once, was it beyond her son to admit it could have happened again and better safe than sorry?

She'd thought they were going to end on that high note for Harry, for once, but then another bomb was thrown into the mix for all parties. Hermione's cat had finally eaten Ron's rat. More than one relationship might be irreparable now.

[pufflyhallows]

Firestorm

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Request: Request?? If you do DO requests (haha doodoo), can you do one where any of the harry potter characters goes to the muggle world, and their is a mutant? I know, must be a stupid cross over, but they are completely fascinated by the mutant?? Thanks, ❤️❤️

a/n: Thank you for requesting, sweet anon. I really enjoyed writing this one, It’s probably one of my favourites. And I am really sorry but I couldn’t control myself, I had to add a tiny little bit of angst. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. Hope you forgive me and still enjoy this :D 

Summary: Sirius meets a very special girl.

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word count: 3,438

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Sirius shut the door of his room as loud as he could. His mother was the biggest bitch he ever met in his entire life. He couldn’t handle that anymore, he needed some fresh air. After grabbing his jacket and his wand, he left the room shutting the door again. 

“Where are you going?” his brother asked when he walked down the stairs.

“It’s none of your business,” Sirius replied, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

The cold wind of December brushed his face gently but sharply as he stepped on the sidewalk. He reminded himself mentally of never listening to his brother again. What was he thinking when he said yes to Regulus and went home for Christmas? He should’ve stayed in Hogwarts.

He walked in the dark night without a destination. Thoughts would come and go inside his head. He didn’t know where he should head to. It was impossible to go to Godric’s Hollow on foot and he also didn’t want to disturb the Potters with his problems during the Holidays. 

Sirius walked for hours, or at least that’s what it felt like. The wind was starting to stiffen his muscles and the tips of his fingers were becoming numb. Instinctively, he pulled the sleeves of his leather jacket in a failed attempt of warming his hands. He crossed his arms. He didn’t want to go back but he started to think he didn’t have a choice. It was too cold. But then it hit him. What was better than fur to warm up someone? 

As soon as he spotted an alley, Sirius transformed. It felt so much better. Every little part of his body was warm now and he could stay longer in the muggle London. When he was about to leave the alley, a girl walked past him into the lane. She was probably the same age as him, which would make him frown if he had that capacity. The young girl looked around and saw him. She looked relieved when he sat down, maybe she was afraid of dogs. She was shivering from the cold, so she approached an old barrel and opened her hand above it. Sirius would gasp if he could: fire came out from her hand, burning whatever there was inside the barrel. She lit a fire.

The girl stretched her arms around the fire, almost hugging it. Sirius was shocked but happy to find someone like him. She was just a witch, a very talented one, enjoying the muggle London night. So he transformed back.

“Hey,” he said behind her. 

The sudden noise, and so close to her, startled the girl. She turned around and met his eyes, visibly scared of him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a shy smile, “I’m just like you. I was that dog over there,” Sirius pointed at the spot he was sitting before.

The girl’s expression softened. She looked... excited.

“You’re a mutant too?” she smiled in disbelief, “I never truly believed there were others like me.”

“Mutant?” Sirius frowned, “No, I’m a wizard. What is a mutant?”

“Wizard?” the girl frowned as well.

They looked at each other and the girl stepped back. 

“How did you do that?” Sirius pointed at the barrel, “You’re telling me you’re not a witch?”

“Of course I’m not a witch,” the girl scoffed, “I just... do that.”

“You don’t have a wand?!” the boy asked like that was the most impossible thing in the world. 

“A wand?” she shook her head trying to put her thoughts in order, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about this!” he took his wand from his pocket, “This is what allows me to do the same thing you did seconds ago. But I have to say a spell to do so.”

“A spell? Like magic?” she asked, starting to understand.

“Exactly! Magic is what makes it possible for me to turn into a dog or set things on fire,” he explained, “I’m sure it’s the same for you. Maybe you just gave it a different name.”

“But I can’t do both,” the girl whispered, “I can only do that,” and she pointed at the barrel.

Sirius was very confused but he was trying his best to understand the girl in front of him. 

“Maybe... Maybe it’s because you don’t have a wand," he guessed. However, the girl shook her head. 

“No. It’s because I’m a mutant,” she explained, “Each mutant has a special power and it’s always only one power. At least, that’s what they told me.”

“Who?”

“The doctors. They’re not really doctors but that’s how I call them,” she shrugged. 

Sirius didn’t know what to say. That was a very strange girl.

“What else can you do?” she asked.

“Anything, really,” he realized, “But I can’t outside of school.”

“School? You mean like a magic school?”

Sirius nodded. 

“Why can’t you do magic outside of school?” the girl questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I guess they don’t trust us,” he replied, “Maybe they’re right because I was about to do it just to show you,” he chuckled lightly, “If a muggle saw it... Merlin, that would be a mess.”

“Muggle?” 

“Yeah, people who can’t do magic.” 

“So I’m a... muggle?” 

“I’m not sure,” he thought for a couple of seconds, “I guess you’re a mutant.”

The girl smiled. So did the boy. 

“I’ve heard there’s a special school for people like me too,” she told him, “But not here.”

“And why don’t you go there?” Sirius asked.

“Because it’s too far and my parents... they... my parents don’t understand me,” she mumbled.

“That makes two of us,” he gave her a sympathetic look.

They stared at each other until he realized. 

“I’m Sirius, by the way,” he held out his hand. 

“Y/N,” she shook it. 

“So, Y/N... what were you doing here alone?” 

“I needed some fresh air. My parents were arguing because of me again,” the girl sighed. 

Sirius couldn’t believe he could relate so much to someone he had just met.

“What about you?” Y/N asked. 

“Basically the same,” he replied.

“Your parents... they can do magic too?” 

“My entire family can. I’m a pureblood,” he told her.

“A pureblood,” she repeated, “I’m guessing that means you have no muggle relatives.”

“Yeah, exactly,” he smiled at her fast thinking. 

“Does that mean there are wizards with muggle parents?” 

“Yes. Muggleborns,” Sirius nodded.

“So that would be me,” she thought out loud, “Because my parents aren’t mutants.”

“There are also the half-bloods. They are the children of wizards and muggles,” he explained.

“I thought muggles couldn’t see magic,” Y/N said.

“They’re not supposed to but... I don’t know. I’m not the best person to explain it to you. You should meet my friend Remus.” 

“I’d love to, actually,” she smiled, “It feels so lonely, you know? I have to hide my gift from everyone. Only my parents and the doctors know. And now you. But the problem is: I can’t control it completely. Sometimes I set things on fire by accident. It’s terrible.” 

“It’s why we go to school. You should try to talk to your parents about it,” Sirius told her, “And that’s how you call it? Gift?” 

“That’s how the doctors call it. I don’t really know how to call it. ‘Power’ sounds too... scary,” she admitted.

“It’s your magic then,” the boy smiled. Y/N felt like someone finally understood her. 

“Do you wanna go somewhere less... dark and dirty?” she proposed.

“I would like that,” he nodded.

“I know a place where they don’t ask for your ID,” she started walking towards the street.

“ID?” 

“It’s a... you don’t have IDs?” she frowned but shrugged it off, “Well, that’s the least strange thing here. The ID is a document that tells your name, date and place of birth, etc. It’s how we prove we are old enough to go to a bar and stuff.”

“Oh. I think my wand works as my ‘ID’ but I’m not sure.”

When the two teenagers stepped on the sidewalk, they could finally see each other properly. Sirius was astonished. Y/N was certainly one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his entire life. He definitely didn’t expect her to be that gorgeous. 

Y/N didn’t expect Sirius to be so good-looking either. He had a very ‘bad boy’ style with his black leather jacket and his dark long hair, and she wasn’t gonna lie: she was into that. 

“So... Which way is it?” Sirius asked the girl. 

“This way,” she quickly started walking, being followed by the most interesting boy she ever met.

During their walk, they talked about their worlds. Sirius explained to her all about Hogwarts, his friends, his family, the Ministry, everything. And Y/N told him what being a mutant meant, all the science involved, how some mutants wanted a ‘cure’, everything. They were both mesmerized by each other’s existence but Sirius was feeling the affection growing inside him. 

“This is it,” she stopped. 

“A rock club,” Sirius read the sign, “I’ve heard muggleborns talking about places like this. They never went inside though.”

“It’s because we’re not old enough,” Y/N explained, “But they don’t ask for IDs here, so you just have to look old enough.” 

Y/N started messing her hair a little and told Sirius to do the same. Then she tied a knot on her shirt, making it short enough to show her bellybutton. She felt cold immediately but she knew it would be hot inside. 

“It’s a bummer I don’t have any lipstick with me. Red lips work their magic,” she joked. 

Sirius couldn’t talk, let alone laugh. He was too flustered by the view. Could that girl get any hotter during the night? 

“I think we’re good,” she said, “Now we just have to act cool to pass through the guard. Once we’re inside, no one will care.” 

Sirius assented and they walked through the door. The guard looked at them and Sirius nodded at him, feeling relieved when the guard nodded back without saying a word. They entered a hallway where muffled music could be heard and the excitement took over Sirius’ body as he realized it was the kind of muggle music he liked. When they finally got to the actual club, Y/N pulled him by his hand straight to the bar. 

“What do you drink?” she had to shout at his ear since the music was really loud.

“Firewhiskey,” he answered aware that she wouldn’t know what it was.

“Two beers!” she shouted at the bartender, who quickly grabbed two bottles and gave them to Y/N. She handed him the money and turned back to Sirius. 

“I don’t have any muggle money with me,” he said when she offered one of the bottles. 

“It’s okay. It’s on the house,” she winked at him. 

Sirius took the bottle from her hand quite hesitantly. He opened it and took a sip. Y/N did the same.

“Wow,” he said, “This is unexpectedly good.”

“Unexpectedly?” she laughed. 

“One day I’ll show you what Firewhiskey is and then you’ll understand,” he took another sip.

“You will?” Y/N looked at him. Sirius nodded.

“Hopefully,” he replied. 

Y/N gave him a shy smile. 

“Do you wanna dance?” she asked. 

“’Course!” 

They went to the dance floor and Y/N had fun like never before. She always came alone to that club since she didn’t have any friends, but the two of them danced together like they knew each other for a very long time and it made both of them forget about their problems and why they were there in the first place.

Talking wasn’t an option due to the really loud music, but they laughed at each other’s dance moves and spilled beer. Sirius couldn’t stop smiling at Y/N and neither could she. 

After dancing to at least eight songs, Sirius had to go to the restroom. He told Y/N and left the dance floor. The girl stayed there dancing and taking sips of her second beer while he quickly found the door to the lavatory. 

Y/N closed her eyes and moved to the beat of the song, feeling the alcohol loosening her up. She didn’t really drink, so when she did, the smallest of cups was enough to make her lose some of her insecurities. She was having a good time until she felt a hand on her waist and a very alcoholic breath say to her ear: 

“Hey, baby.”

She opened her eyes and saw an older guy staring at her body. The panic paralyzed her. 

“Dance with me, baby girl,” he grabbed the bottle from her hand and took a sip.

That was enough to scare her. She could feel her hand heating up when she felt an arm around her shoulder.

“She’s not alone, dick,” Sirius said. 

“My bad, brother,” the guy walked away. 

“I’m not your brother,” Sirius mumbled disgusted, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes,” the girl breathed, “Thank you.”

Sirius nodded as an upbeat song started playing. The boy took a while to recognized it, but got really excited when he did.

“This is The Rolling Stones, isn’t it?” he asked, starting to dance again.

“It is!” she smiled, happy that he knew it, “Rip This Joint!”

The two friends danced happy that both of them knew the words to the song being played. They danced and sang together, laughing while doing so. Sirius grabbed Y/N’s hand and tried to spin her around, but ended up making her collide on another girl. 

“Sorry!” she said to the girl, who looked annoyed. 

“My bad,” Sirius said laughing and Y/N rolled her eyes jokingly. 

Y/N gasped when she heard the intro of Stairway to Heaven. 

“I love this song!” she smiled, “You have no idea of how beautiful and symbolic this song is.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” he chuckled. Y/N closed her eyes and started rocking her body slowly from one side to the other. The boy in front of her swallowed hard at the view. She looked so beautiful like that.

Around them, couples started to dance holding each other. It was a slow dance, after all. Sirius didn’t know what to do and felt really embarrassed when Y/N opened her eyes and saw him standing still. She looked at how the people around them were dancing.

“Do you want to...?” she asked timidly.

“Only if you want to,” he replied. 

“I do,” she nodded. 

That was all Sirius needed to know. He moved closer and placed his hands on her waist while Y/N placed hers on his neck. Soon enough, the pair started dancing slowly to the rhythm of the song. 

“I could never think I’d end up here when I left home hours ago,” Sirius thought out loud.

“It was on my plans to come here tonight,” Y/N replied, “But I could never think it wouldn’t be by myself.”

They smiled at each other.

“This way is so much better,” the girl admitted.

Sirius agreed and another song started playing but they didn’t dance. Their eyes were locked together until his went down to her lips. Y/N felt her face heating up as the boy moved closer and closer. Wait, her face wasn’t the only part of her body heating up.

“Ouch!” Sirius said suddenly and the girl realized what she had done. 

“I’m sorry!” she said desperately, “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Come with me.” 

Y/N grabbed his hand and took him to the lady’s room. Once they were inside, she locked the door.

“Let me see it,” she asked softly. 

Sirius could tell she was feeling bad, so he turned around and let her look at his neck. It was as red as a tomato and his shirt was burnt a little. Luckily, his jacket was intact, but that must’ve hurt so much. 

“Oh, God,” she moaned, “I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

“It’s okay, Y/N ,” he turned back and smiled at her, “It wasn’t so bad.”

He was lying, it hurt very much and it was still stinging. And Y/N knew that. She had burned classmates at school before. That’s why she didn’t have any friends. No one trusted her because they all thought she carried a lighter with her.

Tears filled up her eyes and she looked the other way, trying to hide it. But Sirius noticed and she knew it.

“You probably think I’m stupid,” Y/N said, wiping one persistent tear that had rolled down her cheek.

“No, I don’t,” he replied firmly, “I think you’re really kind if you’re that worried about me.”

The girl sniffed, still looking away. 

“Hey, look at me,” he asked. Y/N hesitated before looking up and meeting his eyes, “It’s okay,” he repeated.

She nodded slowly, still feeling bad. 

“I can’t control it. Especially when my emotions are too... Well, you know,” she blushed. Sirius pretended he didn’t see it.

“I already said it’s fine, Y/N. In fact, I think it’s fascinating what you’re capable of.”

Y/N looked at him curiously. 

“You can’t do magic and yet you can... control fire. That is badass,” he admired, “Can you get burned?”

The girl shyly shook her head. 

“Even if it’s not a fire that you lit up?” he was amazed by that information. 

“I used to put my hands on the gas hobs when I was exploring my ‘magic’. It doesn’t hurt. It’s actually a really nice warm feeling,” Y/N explained. 

“So wicked. I wish I could do something like that.” 

“What are you talking about? You can turn into a dog, fly, teleport, be invisible... You can do anything,” she said.

“But if I don’t have this stick with me or I don’t know the right word, I can’t,” he showed her his wand, “And you can do it whenever you want. It is a gift, Y/N. You should never feel sorry for yourself. Your parents, the people from school... They are the ones who don’t understand. It’s their problem, not yours.”

“Where were you all this time?” she whispered to herself.

“What?”

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” Y/N proposed, “I mean, if you want to go back there, we can, it’s just-”

“I’d love to go for a walk,” he smiled.

As soon as the two friends left the club, the cold wind reminded them it was winter. Y/N crossed her arms and started shivering immediately. 

“Are you okay?” the boy asked.

“Yes,” she nodded, “I just feel cold a bit easier than most people. But don’t worry, it’s totally fine.”

Sirius put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him. 

“Better?” he whispered.

“Y-Yeah,” she replied. 

They walked in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. It didn’t take long for them to get to the alley where they met. The fire Y/N had lit up was still there and the girl ran towards it, stretching her arms around it again. 

“It feels so good,” she sighed with her eyes closed. 

“It does indeed,” Sirius agreed, doing the same but in a safer distance. 

“Thank you for tonight,” the girl said, “I wasn’t okay back home and now I feel... happy.”

“Me too,” the young wizard nodded.

“It’s late... I think I should go now,” she stepped back. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah...” Y/N thought for a few seconds, “How can I talk to you again? Do you have a phone at home?”

Sirius shook his head and explained all about the owls and letters to her. They exchanged addresses and he promised he was going to send her an owl so they could keep in touch.

“It was nice meeting you, magic boy,” the girl held out her hand, but the wizard in front of her ignored it and pulled her for a tight hug. 

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/N,” he spoke, smelling the beautiful scent of her hair and feeling sadness take over him, “It wasn’t a bad idea, after all.”

“What?” she asked as they let go of each other.

“Coming home for Christmas,” he smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Regulus Black woke up in the morning with Kreacher knocking on his door.

“This note was on your door, sir,” the elf put a small piece of parchment on his nightstand and told the boy breakfast was ready, leaving the room right after.

Regulus sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the blurriness on his vision. He grabbed the note and saw only two words written on it.

Thank you.

It was his brother’s handwriting.

********

Bonus Part

[futurewriter2000]

Combatants ~ Part 7

A/N: OKAY! I DRANK WAY TOO MUCH ENERGY SO THIS IS THE RESULT OF IT! Part 7 is out.. I mean not yet because I’m writing this BUT it will be out after I finish writing this, adding tags, a warning and a GIF....oh and taggs BUT I AM FEELING THIS AND IT’S 1 AM! Oh shit I just thought of the cliffhanger. Yay. Okay this is not my finest part...I know but I couldn’t have written it in the better way. Why’d you think it took me five hours.

Warning: Just get ready for the 5 hour-5 am- two large energy- extravaganza and let it take you to Hogwarts.

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"Come on Pads! You can't stay here forever!" shouted James from the bathroom.

"Oh yeah. Watch me!" replied Sirius and turned on the other side of the bed.

"Okay. That's it." said James and jumped on his bed. He started pulling the covers. "You..." he started when Sirius started fighting back. "Are going.." before he could finish Sirius kicked him away and started chuckling. "You bastard!" yelled James shockingly as he was layed on the floor.

"I told you Prongs. I don't want to see her." murmured Sirius and hid himself under the covers.

"So what? You'll just stay here pouting and pitying yourself till death comes?" asked James, tapping his robes and fixing his tie.

There was a big silence before Sirius decided to peek from the covers. "Yes?"

"No. You are not because she is down at breakfast and moving on and I think you should do the same. Sirius Black my arse, more like Sirius Can't-seem-to-face-a-girl-coward Black." huffed James.

Sirius shot up from bed. "Excuse me! Nobody calls me a coward!" he yelled proudly.

"Then be a man and go to breakfast!" said James and finally left the dorm. "I'll wait for you downstairs!"

---

There you were. (Y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) eyes and that smile. He couldn't enter the Great Hall. He was just lurking around the corner and watching you.

It hurt.

It hurt knowing he can't be with you. It hurt him not getting a chance to walk over there and wrap you in his arms as he imagined it two days ago.

"Stop being creepy and go." whispered James and pushed him in. "Honestly Padfoot. Remember how many girls have felt this about you?"

"I'm not being creepy I just can't seem to stop thinking about her or look at her or having this feeling in my stomach that can't seem to go away." replied Sirius as he sat down next to Remus.

"Look who finally decided to show up. Finally left your den?" teased Remus and looked over to Sirius.

"Didn't want to..." huffed Sirius and looked over to your table.

Merlin you were so beautiful. Just sitting there and eating your cereal was perfect. "So bloody perfect." he mumbled quietly and rested his head on his arms.

"I can't believe I'm witnessing Sirius Black in love." said Lilly.

“A miracle.” said Remus, smiling at Sirius.

“5 Galleons.” smilled Marlene and streched her hand towards Peter.

“Traitor.” added Peter and gave Marlene 5 Galleons.

“Creepy.” finished James and rolled his eyes.

---

You were just talking with Bruto and Tina about your Potions assignment when you turned your gaze to the Gryffindor table.

And there he was.

Black long curls and those loving grey eyes staring at you. He was resting his head on his arms with a light smile plastered on his face. He didn’t even care you noticed him, he was just looking you from his table. 

But it hurt.

It hurt knowing he thought of you as a broken puppy who needs to be nursed. You don't need to be nursed. You're (y/n) (y/l/n) for God's sake.

A warm breath on your neck suddenly woke you up from your thoughts and you quickly turned around only to see green-grey eyes smiling at you.

Seeing his brother talking to you, he shot his head up and immediately tensed up. "The hell?"

All the Marauders turned their gaze over to you and dropped everything they held. There was Regulus Black standing next to you with a letter in his hands. They had to admit they were curious just as much as Sirius.

"Reg?" you smiled and moved over to give him a seat.

He sat down and grinned. "One letter. Three owls and a piece of paper with your name on it. Expain why it was sent to me and not you?" he smiled and waved the letter in his hands.

"Explain why you still haven't given it to me yet?" you stared at him your, eyes ripping the letter apart from curiousity.

He gave it to you and stood up. "Monty Cavandish." was all he said before he walking away.

"Monty Cavandish? How in hell does he know that name?" asked Bruto, his eyes stuck on the letter as well.

"He's their cousin. " you mumbled and opened the letter as quickly as you could.

'Dear (y/n),

Long time no see nor hear. I know I left you in the dark for almost a year. I'm sorry I haven't written you, I just thought it would be safer not to.

I'm staying with Monty in the Fairchild's place. It‘s far away from the crowd, hidden deep in the woods. He explained everything. I know I have Cavandish blood running through my vains, but they are not my family. You are my family. You will aways be my family. Remember that.

I’m sorry for the short letter. I know you must be curious why am I staying with Monty. But don't let my absence worry you.I’m safe and I’m well. I miss you so damn much and I hope I’ll see you soon.

Love, Zoey.

P.S: Burn the letter after you've read it.'

You couldn' believe it. Zoey was alive and well. He was...he was safe.

"What's wrong?" asked Bruto as tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

You wrapped your arms around Bruto's neck feeling happier than ever. "He's okay." you squeaked and pulled away from him. "He's okay." 

---

"She's laughing?" smiled Sirius as he saw you jumping up and down at the table.

"No way." gasped James as a tiny idea popped in his mind. The only thing that would make you this happy is only one person. Zoey. He was so happy to see you smiling. Sirius was right. Your smile was gorgeous especially if it was a real, happy smile. Hearing what you went through made him believe you are never going to smile again. But there you were. Smiling.

“Should I be worried?” asked Lilly as she saw James staring at you just like Sirius.

“About (y/n)? No. I’m just happy to see her smile after everything she went through.” smiled James.

“And what might that be?”asked Sirius confused. Did James know something he didn’t?

“Her parents.” spilled James. He looked at Sirius and noticed his puzzled expression. Was he not supposed to say that? “You didn’t know?”

“Know what excatly?” asked Sirius.

Yup. He shouldn’t have said that. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?” asked Sirius impatiently.

“Her parents are dead.” answered James.

“They’re dead? “ asked Sirius and turned his gaze back to you. 

----

“No way am I letting you do this!” argued Bruto standing in front of you with his arms crossed and an ugly glare plastered on his face.

“I’ll be gone for a weekend and be back by Monday. I’ll be fine.” you reasured him even though it was a lie.

“Yeah. Like I believe you.” he scoffed, putting down his guard and sitting next to you. “No offense (y/n) but you have the worst luck in the world.”

“Wow, thanks. Way to boost my confidence. Plus I just found out where he is. I haven’t seen him in almost a year Bruto. A year.”

“Fine. Go. But I’m coming with you.”

“Ha!” you scoffed. “I don’t think so. I love the over-protective older brother stuff but I’m going to be fine.”

“Ouch! Did you just brotherzone me?” he said a bit offended. “Totally not the point right now. Look I promised you I’ll keep you safe (y/n), that I’ll protect you and I’m not going to leave your side.” he smiled and took your hands. “Remember when you took me to the cinema to watch The Outsiders?”

“Yeah. And we both ended up crying on the end.” you chuckled.

“Let me be your Johnny, Ponyboy.” he smiled and looked at you with his brown puppy dog eyes.

You started laughing. “’Let me be your Johnny, Ponyboy.’ You are such a dork.” you continued to laugh.

“So is that a yes?” he grinned.

“Yes. It’s a yes, but please don’t ever use that line ever again. “ 

He threw himself on your bed and put his feet on the pile of books. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m more of a Dally than Johnny anyway.” he smiled and winked at you.

You chuckled and threw yourself next to him. “I thought of you more like a Two-bit.” you added and laid your head on his stomach.

“Two-bit? Is he the crazy one?”

“He’s the one chasing the hat.”

“Oh so he’s the stupid one!” he scoffed and felt a bit hurt.

“He’s not stupid. He is loyal if I remember correctly.” you chuckled feeling his fingers running through your hair. “ You haven’t done that in such a long time.”

“What? Stroke you?” he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t use the word stroke excatly, but yeah.” you answered and wrapped your arms around his torso. Until you realized something. “Bruto?”

“Yes?” he mumbled.

“Why did you leave?”

As soon as you asked the question he stopped running his fingers through your hair. You felt him tense up and his heartbeat started beating faster. “Umm, well...”

“I never got the explenation Bruto. You simply stopped talking to me right after we .... kissed.” you suddenly realized. “Was it because we kissed?” you asked and lifted your head to face him.

“Of course it was because we kissed. (y/n), you were my first kiss, my first real kiss.”

“But it was a good first kiss, right?” you suddenly felt a bit more insecure.

“It was the perfect first kiss but after it I realized I liked you. I liked you bloody a lot. But when I realized you didn’t like me back I felt angry.”

“Of course I liked you back you fool. That’s why I kissed you back in the first place. “ 

“And now?” he asked, feeling the heat rush on his cheeks.

“Now.... now I have feelings for someone else. “ you explained and tried to avoid his gaze.

“Oh..” he sighed and feeling a strong kick in the stomach. 

“Bruto...” you said glumly, scooting next to him and taking his hands. “You are important to me. You will always be my first kiss and my first love. But I fell in love with someone else. And until I move on from him, he will hold my heart.”

“Then I’ll wait. Because until you get your heart back, you will always have mine.” he smiled and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. Cherfully he got up from the bed and started hopping to his jacket. “Anyhow love. I am going back to my dorm and ignore Jack slash Gray because I hate him. But untill I find a way to kill him without actually killing him, I’ll have to suffer. Goodnight m’dear.” he finished and left the room. 

“Damn you Bruto Ramirez.” you chuckled after he was gone. He was perfect. Why couldn’t you love him? Why couldn’t you fall for him again instead of falling for that dickbag. 

“So what? Now you’re falling for Ramirez?” asked the sudden voice.

“Holy Rowena Ravenclaw!” you yelled jumping from your bed. “Who’s there!?” you yelled grabbing your roomates bat.

“Calm down. It’s me, Sirius.” said Sirius removing James’ invisibility cloak.

“Bloody hell Black! You want to give me a heart attack?” you panted and put down the bat.

“Did you really grab a bat instead of a wand?” he grinned.

“Oh piss off. You cought me off guard. And I don’t need a wand to protect me. Potter would know.” you smirked and walked over to your bed. “What are you doing here?”

“I know you don’t want me here, but I needed to see you. “

“Sirius..” you sighed and turned around only to find him standing inches away from you.

“Shut up and listen.” he demanded and took a step closer. “ Two days ago I was running to tell a girl I loved her. I was never the relationship type. I never told any girl I loved her because when I want to say those three words I want them to be true and spoken to the right girl. What I said to Marlene that night was my defense mechanism. I never truly understood love until I met you. The girl who was there when noone else was. The girl who I fell in love with. With you everything felt lighter. The colors were brighter and the world was happier. (y/n), I am not good with words when it comes to admitting how I truly feel inside. But the moment I realized how much I love you, was the moment I decided to spend my whole life with you. But as I was meaning to tell the girl I loved her, she broke my heart. “ he spilled and took your hands. He looked at your eyes, filled with tears of joy and felt relieved. He smiled and brushed the tears away from your wet cheeks. “I heard you talking to Ramirez, (y/n). I know I’m the boy you gave your heart to. I mean I hope it’s me.” he doubted for a second but was relieved when you nooded and put your hands on his. “ I love you (y/n) (y/l/n).” 

It stopped.

It didn’t hurt anymore. You felt happy, hell you felt like you were on Cloud 9. You loved this man and he loved you back. Everything was falling back into place or so you thought.

Hearing a slow clap coming from the shadows your heart stopped. “ That was just touching.” cackled the dark figure coming out of the dark. “Wasn’t it brother?” he turned around at the corner, where two different colored eyes lurked. 

“ Breathtaking. I think I shed a tear hearing that.” laughed Jack and walked next to his brother.

“Collin?” you quavered, your heartbeat raising and your body freezing where you stood.

“Surprised to see me dear? “ chuckled Collin and walked closer to you.

“Stay away from her.” growled Sirius and stepped in front of you.

Collin chuckled and turned to Jack. “Gray, can you please take care of this macho over here? He’s ruining the moment for me.”

Without any warning Jack pulled out his wand. “Confrigo!” he yelled and Sirius was blasted away from you. 

“Sirius!” you yelled and ran over to him, but was immediately stopped by Collin. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer. 

“I’m a bit disappointed in you little brother. I thought you would at least finish him off properly. “ he smiled and pulled you even closer. “What is it called again?” he asked quetly, his nose brushing against your cheek. “ Avada Kadavra.” he whispered in your ear and nipping it in the process.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. It was like your body couldn’t function anymore. Frozen from fear, you stood there, feeling weak and helpless. The fear kept spreading and all you wanted to do was start crying. It was horrible. What Collin could do was immposible to understand.

There was a reason why they called him The Ghost. When he enters the room, it suddenly becomes colder and darker. His skin was like the Moon: pale and glowing in the dark and his eyes were dark as the darkness itself. You couldn’t even figure out the color of his hair. At the times his hair was dirty grey, in the sunlight they were blonde with brown strands. In the most scariest times they were black with white strands, reflecting the night and when he was thirsty of blood his hair was a mixture of brown and red color. His eyes on the other hand always stayed the same. Dark, brown eyes where the pupil couldn’t be seen anymore. He was the definition of the ghost, the definition of fear itself.

“Stay away from her!” shouted the figure from the shadow.

Letting you go and stepping back, Collin looked over to the shadow.“And who might you be?” he chuckled.

“I am the one you want. Aren’t I?” he spoke, coming out from the shadows and revealing himself.

“Zebadaiah?”

[casputin]

3. Quirrell vs Black

Harry and Ron were playing chess by the fire as they waited on Hermione's return. She was at Black's gathering, and they were going she might spy on Black and try and figure out his next move.

Suddenly the portrait swung open and Hermione clambered through then joined the others by the fire.

'It was a club,' she explained. 'Apparently an old professor of his had started this thing when he taught at Hogwarts and Black decided to keep it going. Basically he picks students who he thinks are exceptionally talented. He said he'd tried to ask your brother, Bill to join when he was at Hogwarts but he turned him down.'

'Good old Bill,' Ron smiled.

'Anyway, there isn't much to report I'm afraid. It was a lot of bragging and not much else, there was no time to snoop around, and too many people there anyway.'

'Who else was there?' Harry asked.

'Mostly Slytherins, as you might expect. A couple of Ravenclaws. I was the only first year there.' Harry couldn't tell if she was blushing at this or whether the fire wasn't just adding a little bit of colour to her cheeks. 'Oh, and Percy.'

'Percy!' Ron exclaimed as the portrait swung open once more to reveal none other than Percy himself.

'Have you three seen the time?' he asked. 'I know school has ended for the term, but I really do think you ought to be getting to bed, especially you Hermione, aren't you heading back home tomorrow on the Hogwarts Express?'

...

What a wonderful start to the new term. Their quick defeat of Hufflepuff meant that Gryffindor were in the lead in the house cup for the first time in seven years. Odd that Black wasn't anywhere to be seen though. That made Harry a little uneasy - was he planning on getting past Fluffy whilst the Quidditch game was in full flow? He aired his thoughts to Ron and Hermione and they all agreed to go to the third floor under the cover of Harry's invisibility cloak.

Fluffy was still there guarding the trap door. Her three heads raised as the door creeped open. Of course it didn't appear that there was anyone there, but with three noses Fluffy had quite an acute sense of smell. She snarled at the cloak covered trio and then began to bark and snap, luckily they all sprinted back out at the same time and slammed the door shut. As they panted for breath Professor Quirrell turned the corner. They were about to head away when Black appeared out of nowhere. They were trapped between the two teachers and a three headed dog.

'Quirinus. I thought when we last spoke you hadn't figured out how to get past the dog,' Black said in barely a whisper.

'W-w-well, you are of c-c-course c-correct Regulus, however I thought I heard a c-c-commotion and c-came to invest-t-tigate.'

'Now why would you do that, Quirinus? I thought a Ravenclaw would know better than to play games with me, especially when such an important stone is in the balance. Now move along. Though do feel free to let me know if you work out how to get past the beast.'

'Y-yes of c-course Regulus. I'll get going r-r-right away!' Quirrell scurried off into the night. Black stared right through the trio at the door between them and Fluffy. His hand twitched as if to move toward the handle, then he thought better of it and turned on his heel, down to the dungeons.

The three friends breathed a sigh of relief and heading back to their dormitory.

'So that's it then,' said Harry once they were safely behind the portrait. 'He's definitely after the Philosopher's Stone.'

'And it would seem that is only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Black,' Hermione added in alarm.

'It'll be gone by next Tuesday,' said Ron.

...

And yet the exams came and went and still Black seemed no closer to getting the Philosopher's Stone. But with the information Hagrid had just given them about the stranger who gave him Norbert, they felt sure Black knew how to get past Fluffy. They had to tell Dumbledore. And now McGonagall had told them he was in London on Ministry business!

'It's tonight,' said Harry, once he was sure Professor McGonagall was out of earshot. 'Black's going through the trapdoor tonight. He's found out everything he needs and now he's got Dumbledore out of the way. He sent that note. I bet the Ministry of Magic week get a real shock when Dumbledore turns up.'

'But, he's got another one of his Club gatherings tonight, he won't leave that knowing Black.'

Just then Percy came around the corner.

'Ah, I've been looking all over for you.'

'What for?' asked Ron.

'Actually Ron, it's Hermione I needed. Black has sent word that tonight's soirée has been postponed, due to unforeseen circumstances. He will, of course, rearrange in the coming days.' With that he walked off to find anyone else he could tell the most disappointing news to.

Harry looked nervously at the others and they looked back, just as nervously.

'Right,' he said, 'here's what we got to do...'

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Nearly finished with Harry's first year. A few more noticeable differences here. But Norberta still exists and Harry still had to go into the Forbidden Forest. Next week, Harry comes face to faces with the true villain - though of course, you know who that is already!

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Echoes of the lost

Reposting this in it’s entirety on tumblr because i am procrastinating and everyone loves some Sirimione right?!

Hermione couldn't remember when she'd first started hearing the voices, though she was sure it had never happened before she'd entered the department of mysteries a few months prior.

She couldn't always hear what they were saying either. Sometimes the voices woke her up, even though the brief snippets of conversations she caught weren't clear. It didn't matter if the words were whispered or shouted in the dark, it was never just one voice and it was never coherent. But when she slept the voices were clearest.

Occasionally what she heard comforted her - though she could never remember exactly what it was that did. Other times what she heard had her waking up in a cold sweat with no concrete reason as to why.

Still she tried not to let the strange new development bother her - it wasn't like she was actually hearing the voices aloud. She was probably just stressed, wrung out and a tiny bit paranoid.  

She didn't express her concerns to Harry and Ron because Harry had enough to worry about, with his extra lessons with Dumbledore. And Ron....Well Ron was too busy sticking his tongue down Lav Lav's throat to notice anything was amiss with one of his so called best friends.

One of the rare times she actually caught a coherent whisper, the voice muttered its opinion on Ron's maturity and soothingly stated all the ways Ron wasn't right for her. She found herself agreeing with that voice, and found that it helped her stop wasting time and tears on someone as immature and selfish as Ron.

So, she kept the voices a secret from everyone.

-

As the year went on and Harry became more and more obsessed with Draco Malfoy and Ron became less obsessed with Lavender, Hermione began to think that the voices she'd been hearing so frequently previously were finally leaving her be.  

She hadn't heard a coherent voice in months and the whispers were becoming less consistent too. Infact Hermione was beginning to wonder if she hadn't made the whole episode up and it was merely her subconscious manifesting due to the sheer amount of pressure she'd been under.

It wasn't until she was kneeling beside Harry as he wept over the body of Dumbledore, cursing the existence of Snape and muttering "I told you so's" quietly under his breath that the voices returned and snapped Hermione's posture straight.

It probably had something to do with the fact that there was only one voice now. It was rational and insistent and if Hermione wasn't sure of the fact that the man was dead she would have sworn he was kneeling right behind her speaking directly into her ear.

"Poor Harry" he spoke softly.

It wasn't every day you heard the rich baritone voice of a very not alive Sirius Black.  

_

Hermione tried not to panic the first time she heard Sirius' voice. After all it wasn't that uncommon for your subconscious to take on the "voice" of someone you knew and so she quickly tuned him out and focused on Harry and the fallout from Dumbledore's death.

And it worked. For a few days.

When things had quieted down and Harry had explained to both Hermione and Ron about the fruitless journey he and Dumbledore had taken right before he died to find a horcrux she was barely able to pass off the jump Sirius' voice had given her when Harry had read the note aloud.

"R.A.B?" Sirius muttered under his breath and Hermione had to stop herself from turning her head to where he should have been sitting.

"Regulus?" He muttered again before going silent once more. Hermione frowned at his tone and then again when she realised she'd thought he had one – Sirius was dead. The only voice in her head was her own.

Still when they happened to stumble upon Regulus' old room in Grimmauld place and ascertained from Kreacher the how, where, when and why of Regulus' death, Hermione couldn't help feel apprehensive. There was no way she was really hearing Sirius' voice in real time. Right?  

-

Time moved on. They went to the ministry succeeding and failing all in one day. They moved slower with an injured, bitter, resentful Ron.

Hermione couldn't hide her disgust when he eventually left them – it wasn't the first time he'd abandoned Harry as Sirius reminded her.

"He's always been jealous of both you and Harry" he whispered to her when they were alone. Hermione hummed her agreement, something she found she was doing on an ever-increasing basis as they exchanged moments of quiet conversation. She tried not to think too much about her inconceivable connection with Sirius – there was too much going on to fixate on it now. There would be time when the war ended and Harry had won, Hermione assured herself – it helped that Sirius agreed with her.

-

She dreamt him up one night. They were both sitting on a couch in Grimmauld place.

"Hello kitten" he smirked at her, tucking an errant curl behind her ear in the process. She stared at him, eyes wide and heart racing.

"You're dead" she mumbled, standing suddenly and spilling the glass of red wine she'd apparently been holding all over the floor. He only smirked up at her before he was suddenly behind her, his breath hot against the back of her neck.

"Am I though?" He hushed.

Hermione shot up from the lower bunk panting heavily, tears prickling at the back of her eyes.

"It's not real, it's not real, IT'S NOT REAL" she screamed - her magic crackling around her.

"Hermione?"

Harry stood at the entrance to the tent soaking wet.

"Harry" she muttered, wiping the tears that had spilled down her face with the back of her sleeve, "You're all wet – why are you wet?" She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion at the sight.

He smirked at her and she felt a frisson of fear crawl up her spine at how eerily familiar it was.

"Look what, and who I found" he smiled, holding up the sword of Gryffindor and moving aside to reveal an equally wet Ron.  

-

"I'm sorry kitten. I didn't mean to scare you" he whispered softly.

Hermione closed her eyes and grit her teeth in an attempt to fight the overwhelming sense of fear she felt sitting alone on guard, while Harry and Ron dried off and caught some sleep.

"Go away Sirius" she gritted out, opening her eyes to dispel the image of him looking at her with puppy dog eyes. She felt truly alone for the first time in nearly two years when she did and the eerie silence of the night surrounded her.

-

"SIRIUS" she screamed over and over again in her mind as she writhed under the force of Bellatrix's cruciatus.

"Please Sirius, Merlin please" she yelled in her mind while Bellatrix carved her arm open.

"I'm right here love, I'm always right here" he muttered affectionately and Hermione could almost feel his hand running through her hair as he whispered words of praise and encouragement in her ear about how well she was doing and how strong she was - how proud he was of her. She sobbed in relief as his voice washed over her and then there was quiet.  

-

There was no time to stop. There was no time to think. They were at Shell cottage, then Gringotts, Hogsmeade and finally Hogwarts. There was no time for anything – until there was.  

Harry was dead, then he wasn't and Voldemort really was. There were tears and smiles and heartbreak for Fred and Remus and Tonks.

"Poor Teddy" Sirius sighed and Hermione couldn't help but see him run a hand through his hair in exasperation and sadness at the loss of his young cousin and fellow marauder. Hermione spent the night in her old bed in Gryffindor tower.

"I want to see you" she mumbled as she fell asleep.

She "woke up" on a sofa in the library of Grimmauld place with Sirius kneeling beside her, watching her eyes flutter, her mouth parting slightly, her chest rising and falling.

She turned to look at him and felt naked under his gaze – she could feel his hand on her hair now.

"What is this?" She asked swallowing down the lump in her throat – no one had ever looked at her the way he was.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" he chuckled ruefully, standing and moving away from her towards the stacked shelves of the room. Hermione followed him with her eyes for a moment before she spoke.

"What if I read it?" She asked hesitantly – Sirius grinned lasciviously at her.

-

"You can't ignore me forever love" Sirius muttered petulantly as Hermione smiled at the young wizard she was currently on a date with. She hadn't been particularly eager to go out with him or anyone but Harry had refused to stop going on and on about his new work colleague that was apparently "perfect" for her. Hermione had only smiled at him and agreed, as long as he left her love life alone if the date didn't work out – which it obviously wasn't going to, though not for the young man's lack of trying.

No, the only person who was "perfect" for her was twenty years her senior and currently dead.

Soulmates.  

That's what the bloody book Sirius had pointed her in the direction of had said. It's also what every other book she'd manage to find on the topic had reiterated. Sirius was her soulmate, and because of the unusual way he'd died and the fact that she'd been in the surrounding area at the time his subconscious had landed with her and now here they were.  

Two years after the war had finally ended and Hermione wasn't able to move on with her life. Sure, she had gone back to school and got her N.E.W.T.S and eventually landed a job in the legal department of the newly reformed ministry but she'd never been able to connect with someone on a personal level and begin a relationship with them no matter how hard she tried.

Because no matter how hard she tried they didn't measure up to the wizard who lived in her head. They didn't frustrate or challenge or irritate her as well as he did and she knew that if he hadn't fallen through the veil when she was sixteen that they easily could have started a relationship when she finished school.  

It wasn't fair.

She'd been telling him that every day since she'd found out the truth. She'd cried herself to sleep over it more times than she could count – she couldn't have the wizard who was "perfect" for her in every way and she'd never be truly happy with anyone else. She told him all this, again, when she eventually fell asleep and "woke up" in his arms that night.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this Sirius" she mumbled into his chest as he trailed his fingertips over her back, leaning down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips, his thumbs wiping her tears away.

"I know love" he sighed, "I know."  

-

Harry Potter loved auror training. Even though he'd spent most of his life being hunted by a madman he loved the comradery and occasional mundaneness that came along with solid investigating – without Hermione beside him to help, he realised how good he actually was at it when he put his mind to it.  

Right now, he was trying to work out why his best friends Patronus had changed from an otter to Padfoot. In fact, Harry was so caught up in why the Patronus could have changed, that he missed half of what it was saying.

"…. years and I just can't go on like this without him anymore Harry. I'm so sorry I never told you about him but he's so proud of you and loves you so much Harry, just God I love you so much, please don't blame yourself for this, I never told anyone about the voice's Harry, nobody. Ok. Ok, time to go" Hermione's Patronus said and Harry could hear the smile and relief in her voice, "I love you Harry – I'll see you" and then it was gone.

It took Harry a lot longer than he ever admitted to anyone to realise what was happening and by the time he did, it was too late.

-

Sirius Black had not been a patient man in life. He had been so impatient in his eagerness to make Peter pay for his betrayal of James and Lily that he'd spent twelve years atoning for it in Azkaban. And then, he'd been so impatient in making sure Harry was ok when the boy had mistakenly believed that he had been in danger at the ministry, that he'd gone and gotten himself killed.  

He had also never been a one-woman man, in life. In fact, Sirius had been a serial womanizer and his friends had constantly made fun of the fact that it would take an exceptional woman to make him give his "bad boy player" image up.  

Sirius thought it was beyond ironic that it had taken dying to fall in love. He would happily wait for his soulmate, Hermione, to join him in death as long as she was happy.

But Sirius had always been selfish. So, he didn't attempt to stop Hermione from walking into the ministry, sneaking into the department of mysteries and falling through the veil straight into his waiting arms.

"Hello love."

Sirius was sure he'd felt his heart skip an impossible beat when she grinned up at him and they walked hand in hand towards the rest of their very dead lives.  

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Three The Knight Bus

Harry didn’t look back, and he didn’t hear Sirius following him. He only kept walking until he realized he had no idea where he was. The trouble with Apparating between places, he wasn’t at all sure how the world connected. He realized he was stranded, quite alone, in the dark Muggle world.

He could go back the way he came. He could apologize to Sirius, but he didn’t know what he had to apologize for. He could talk to Remus, but he figured Remus will simply scold him for being so rash. He could try to find his parents, but his heart sank into his stomach as he realized he only just barely got off being in trouble for all the things he did at school last year, and when his parents found out he ran away from Sirius’s flat, he’d never ride a broom again.

Harry looked around and saw that he’d wandered out of the collection of flats where Sirius lived and into a different neighborhood entirely. He could tell it was different because the buildings were painted a mint-green instead of the dusty blue of Sirius’s complex. It also had a nice park adjacent to it, which Harry knew Sirius’s building did not have. Harry sat down next to the entrance to the park and turned his wand over in his hands.

It was clear at some point he would have to apologize for running away. But he was still so angry at Sirius for burning the book that he wasn’t sure he was ready to apologize. Not even to Remus. He didn’t know how to make anyone understand how frustrated he was with Sirius and his parents and everything that was wrong this week.

Before Harry could decide where to go, the bushes next to him rustled. He scrambled to his feet and tightened his grip on his wand. It was probably just a stray cat, but it could be Sirius sniffing him out. He did not need Sirius to bite his sleeve and drag him back home.

Harry squinted through the dim light, trying to make out the shape of a large black dog in the bushes, but the light was not enough. He put his wand out, but didn’t dare use Lumos and have the Trace catch him.

Then a stray cat shot out of the bushes like an Every Flavor Bean from Peeves’s nose and darted across the street. Startled, Harry fell over onto his trunk and there was a loud bang and a blinding light. Harry opened his eyes to a large, bright purple bus with three levels and gold lettering that read The Knight Bus.

Harry hadn’t meant to stick his wand out over the street, but maybe this bus was his ticket away from Sirius.

The door opened and the conductor, a young boy, not much older than Harry, stepped out.

“Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this even —” He suddenly noticed Harry, still collapsed over his trunk and frowned. “What’re you doin’ down there?”

Harry quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed his trunk. He also flattened his bangs over his forehead. “Fell over.”

“‘Choo fall over for?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Stan Shunpike did not look very impressed with Harry’s story and said, “Woss your name?”

Harry said the first name that popped into his head — “Neville Longbottom.”

“Longbottom? You better get in then. Don’t want that Black catchin’ you. Come on, come on.” Stan grabbed Harry’s trunk from him and led him inside. The inside of the bus had no seats, only tall brass beds from front to back. Stan put Harry’s trunk under a bed near the driver. “Where you headed?” he asked.

Harry pulled out one of the Gallons he’d gotten for his birthday. “The Leaky Cauldron, please.” He could stay there at least one night and owl his parents that he was not going to spend another minute with Sirius and they should take him home immediately, or let him stay at the Leaky Cauldron.

“Choo want hot ‘ot chocolate? Four more sickles for that and a ‘ot water bottle an’ a toofbrush in the color of your choice.”

“Hot chocolate would be great,” Harry said, and took back the sickles Stan handed him as change.

Harry sat down on the bed as Stan introduced him to the driver, Ernie Prang. Harry self-consciously flattened his bangs as Ernie looked him over, but he didn’t have to worry for long that the driver or Stan might recognize his scar. The bus took off with a bang and Harry was thrown flat against his bed.

Harry adjusted to the speed and gratefully took hot chocolate from Stan. He sipped at it quietly while they dropped off another passenger. Between stops, Stan was reading the Daily Prophet and Harry saw the same article that Remus had sent him a few days before, about Regulus Black.

While Stan led Madam Marsh — a small witch who looked green from the Knight Bus’s speed — off the bus, Harry picked up the newspaper and looked at the article.

“What did Regulus Black do, exactly?” Harry asked. “The article is a bit vague, isn’t it?”

“Wha’ choo mean, you don’ know?” Stan frowned at Harry. “Though’ choo said your name was Longbottom.”

Goosebumps prickled on Harry’s arms as he looked at the picture of Regulus Black on the front page. “Er — I’m not close with my family,” Harry said. The resemblance to Sirius was striking, but Regulus was far thinner, and his eyes seemed dark in a completely different way. The sallow look of his skin reminded Harry of Uncle Remus’s vampire friends.

He felt a small pang of guilt about running away from Remus. But the guilt wasn’t bad enough to ask Stan to turn the Knight Bus around.

“You know Black woz a big supporter of You-Know-’Oo. Second-in-command, they say. An’ when little ‘Arry Potter got the better of You-Know-’Oo —”

Harry flattened his bangs.

“— they say Black when mad with rage. The fing is, no one ‘ad seen ‘im in years. He’d been skulking around doin’ wha’ever You-Know-’Oo wanted done, and then suddenly ‘is master’s jus’ gone. So he turns up outta no’ere, probably wanted to go after the Potters’ since they’re the ones tha’ killed You-Know-’Oo, but they were in hidin’ by then, so he wen’ after the Aurors that hid them, Frank and Alice Longbottom. You related to ‘em and you don’ know the story?”

“Distant relations,” Harry said, and thought it was probably true anyway, since his father and Neville’s parents were all purebloods.

“Well, Black is no reasonable man. He an’ his friends, other supporters of You-Know-’Oo tortured the Longbottoms. It took three more Aurors to bring ‘im in. Laughin’ as they dragged him off to Azkaban. He’s mad as anyfink, innee, Ern?”

Harry looked over to the driver, who shivered in his seat.

“If he weren’t when he went to Azkaban, he will be now,” said Ern in a slow voice. “I’d blow meself up before I set foot in that place. Serves him right, mind you… after what he did….”

“An’ now ‘e’s out,” said Stan, and he took the picture back from Harry. He looked over Regulus Black’s face again. “Never been a breakout from Azkaban before, ‘as there, Ern? Beats me ‘ow ‘e did it. Frightenin’ eh? Mind, I don’ fancy ‘is chances against them Azkaban guards, eh, Ern?”

Ernie shivered. “Talk about summat else, Stan, there’s a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles.”

Harry knew a bit about Dementors. There were horror stories that said they sucked your soul from your body and kept it in lanterns that they used to light the halls of Azkaban. He didn’t know how true those stories were, but he did remember how Hagrid had looked when he came back from Azkaban. Hagrid had been in Azkaban less than a month, and he came back with a distant and haunted look in his eyes. He’d cheered up during the celebrations that evening, but something about him was still different.

Harry had no desire to ever find out what Dementors were really like.

Ern stopped the bus in front of the Leaky Cauldron and Harry stepped out. Stan grabbed his trunk.

Harry stood on the sidewalk and reached back for his trunk. “Thanks for the chocolate —”

But Stan wasn’t paying attention to him. He was staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.

“There you are, Neville!” a voice said, and before Harry could even turn around and correct the person, there was a hand on his shoulder.

Harry looked up and saw Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself. Cornelius looked down at him, startled. “Goodness! You’re not Neville at all!”

“No, sir, I’m not,” Harry said. He didn’t understand why the Minister of Magic would be looking for Neville of all people.

“You’re not Neville?” Stan said, still goggling at the Minister.

“This is Harry Potter,” the Minister said, “who is also not supposed to be running around London without supervision. I thought you sent a message saying Neville Longbottom was on the Knight Bus.”

“I told Ern this was Neville Longbottom. Ern musta sent the message on ahead. Didn’ think it was smart for a boy named Longbottom to be out this time o’ night.”

“Yes, very, er, wise,” the Minister said. “Well, thank you very much, and have a wonderful evening.”

Harry couldn’t imagine how all this was about Neville, and he really wished the Minister would leave and go find Neville instead of taking him home, but he really didn’t know how to protest as Fudge led him inside the pub.

Tom, the old landlord and bartender, brought them a pot of tea, and Fudge anxiously checked his watch.

“I suppose you know who I am,” Fudge said as he poured the tea for himself and Harry.

“Yessir.” Harry didn’t think it wise to mention he’d seen Cornelius Fudge at Hogwarts last year, when Hagrid had been taken to Azkaban, but he had definitely seen Fudge in the Daily Prophet.

“Do your parents know where you are, Harry?”

“No, sir.” Harry sipped at the hot tea. “I was going to send them an owl when I got here, honest.”

“Where do they think you are?” Fudge continued to check his watch.

Harry wondered what he was waiting for. “With my godfather. See, they’re staying with Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom and —”

“Yes, I know where your parents are. I asked them to stay with the Longbottoms.” He snapped his watch closed. He cleared his throat and turned all his attention onto Harry. Harry realized he liked it better when Fudge was looking at his watch.

“Harry, listen, you need to be more careful. What with criminals running loose, there’s no telling what sort of danger is out there. We are doing everything we can to catch Black, but he’s —”

Harry suddenly put together what he had overheard from Nymphadora, his conversation with Sirius, and what Stan had told him. And the pieces that didn’t make sense — like why Harry and Neville could not stay with their parents this week — suddenly came together. “You’re using my parents as bait. And he’s not taking it.”

Fudge looked startled at the interruption. “No, no of course not. We just thought that he might go after your parents or Neville’s, or even you or Neville, so we made sure you two were safe first, of course, and decided it would be easier to protect your parents if they were all together.”

But Harry had grown up with four very excellent liars, and Fudge was not even close to being an excellent liar. “Protect our parents? What sort of protection are you giving them if it’s not safe for me and Neville?”

Cleared his throat. “Excuse me, while I notify your parents you arrived. We were quite sure you were safe, and now we’re not sure where Neville Longbottom is — well, I’m sure Neville is absolutely fine. Excuse me, one moment. Have a biscuit.”

He shoved the bread towards Harry, but Harry was quite full from cake, cocoa, and tea. He watched the Minister disappear to a room separate from the main bar and close the door behind him. Harry nudged his trunk with his foot and pushed a spoon around in his cup of tea. So much for his night away from Sirius. He’d be sent right back any minute.

But he did like that he’d learned something, and he did understand why his parents had kept the reason for staying with the Longbottoms a secret. Of course they wouldn’t want him to worry that mad Regulus Black was going to come after them. And surely, even though they were bait to catch him, they’d agreed to it. They knew the plan. They just hadn’t told him. And Harry understood why, but he was still upset about it, and he was absolutely going to tell them how upset he was.

There were four sharp cracks outside the pub, and then the door burst open. Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus all rushed in and immediately over to him.

Lily threw her arms around him and then started to check him for injuries. “Harry, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” and Harry didn’t sound as angry as he’d meant to. “Are… you okay?”

She laughed and his father hugged him and said, “We’re fine. When are you going to stop scaring us, huh?”

Harry laughed a little and hugged both his parents at once. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Well, maybe a little.

Fudge came out of the room and looked startled to see the pub so crowded all of a sudden, but he quickly regained his composure. “Mr. and Mrs. Potter.” He smiled widely at them, and Harry noticed the way he completely failed to acknowledge Sirius and Remus. “You arrived so quickly. As you can see, everything is perfectly fine, and I’d be happy to escort you back to the Longbottoms —”

“We’ll be going home,” Lily said without letting Harry go.

Fudge looked startled by this, then looked to James for some sort of explanation.

James only laughed. “What, am I supposed to say something different?”

Fudge spluttered for a moment. “But — the plan. How are we supposed to catch Black if —”

“The plan isn’t working,” Lily said sternly. “It’s been a week, and we’re no closer to catching Black. We are going home to spend time with our son before he goes to school.”

“Let me arrange to have some Azkaban guards stationed at your home.”

“Absolutely not,” James said.

Fudge looked like he wanted to argue, but wasn’t sure how. Harry didn’t blame him. His parents were difficult people to argue with. Especially when they agreed with each other.

“Perhaps a team of Aurors?” Fudge suggested weakly.

Lily said, “We’ll talk to Alastor about that personally, and I would prefer if the Ministry stayed out of it.”

Fudge took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead. “Of course. And, you should be happy to hear, Neville is fine after all. It seems there was a bit of panic when we thought he was on the Knight Bus, but he’d merely gotten lost in his grandmother’s garden.”

“I’m glad he’s safe,” James said. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be taking Harry home. Have a pleasant evening, Minister.”

Harry was not very excited to leave. He had a feeling he was in for the biggest scolding of his life when they got home. He had never run away before, and he was pretty sure it was the worst thing he’d ever done. Even worse than sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest and nearly getting eaten by giant spiders.

But his father took his trunk, and they all apparated home.

[loriendragonqueen]

In His Arms She Found Her Place - Chapter One

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Words: 2.477

Warnings: bad language; Masochism; Smut;Death; nearly death; Attempted Rape/Non-Con; Violence; Sadism; Blood; Depression; Emocional;

Notes: I posted it on AO3 in case you guys want to know! ^^ 

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"Here is your tool, Jorig. I truly thank you for your help and guidance!" she said handing the object to the man.

"No problem. Did you make some progress in your projects?" he asked gently.

"Yes, and thanks to your guidance. I've made this as an experiment..." and she took a medium size blade from inside her bag and showed him the pattern formed by the mixture of two different types of steel.

"This is gorgeous!" he said taking the blade from her hands. "What a truly talent you are, young Isa. Your father will be proud!"

"Please, do not tell him. Mother and father do not even imagine that I still make weapons. They say that it's men job!" and she sadly sighed.

"Well, if it makes you feel well, no man can do what you did here. You made something unique!" he said and the young woman smiled.

"Thank you, Jorig!" and she took something else from her bag "Here, I've made you blackberry's bread as a sign of gratitude. I hope you like it!"

And the man took the bread wrapped in a clean cloth and returned the single blade to its owner.

"You will be a great ruler someday, my lady!" he said grateful for the small gesture.

"I thank you, but to rule is not my aim in life." and she straightened her posture after putting the blade inside her bag again.

"And what is your aim then?"

"I want to discover new worlds!" and she openly smiled, giggling at the end.

"Very well, then. I wish the gods to look after you and smile to your fate!" he said sincerely.

"Thank you, Jorig. Now, I must wander a little more before my brothers arrives with the mighty Bjorn Ironside!" and she left the place hiding her face with the hood of her cloak.

"Who is she?" the young lad queried.

"Isa Eraldsdottir, Earl Erald's daughter. Her father rules the county near to Hedeby. She is a fine young woman!" the blacksmith answered taking a bite on the bread.

The young man pondered in silence for a bit.

"Why, young prince?" he asked a little perky.

And the man said nothing, shrugging.

Isa walked to one of the peaks around Kattegat with the intention of just sit down and eat the other bread that she baked. It wasn't a sunny day, but it was cozy. Nothing to be aware of and nothing to bother. A day just to be.

She ate a few pieces of the bread and took a few sips of her mead before she lay on the ground to watch the clouds.

"I see the cat and I see the rat, but where is the dog to set the trap?" she said to herself while looking to the clouds as she used to do as a child.

Isa became slumber with that silly game and took a nap. She loved her freedom, to fall asleep under the open sky. To live like her own. To be herself. At least, to be free while two of her three big brothers were raiding with the king's sons.

The day was over before she could awake in time, but she worried not. With the moon riding the sky to reach her place, Isa gathered her things and started to walk back to the hut that her father or brothers used to use when he or them was in Kattegat. With a whistling, she called for her dogs close to the wooden place and the four came running towards her - they were her only company.

"Fergus, Angus, Borus and Regulus, my babies!" she yelled at them and they barked.

After that, she gone inside the hut and prepared herself a bath to take before the night meal. And, after that, she slept even more, guarded by the four dogs.

Three days passed since her arrival in Kattegat where she first decided to visit the blacksmith before anything else. She passed invisible through the days, but, in the fourth, she was obliged to make herself noticed.

Isa was walking by the market to buy some food for the rest of her days in the proximities of the town. She was alone and she thought that no one has noticed it. She was wrong. A man, apparently a foreigner, thought that she was a mere slave attending to the orders of her owners - she was wearing a simple and old dress that resembled to rags. He followed her to the path that leaded to her hut - the path was a desert, for everybody was minding their own business.

"Hey, beauty!" he shouted at her, following her steps closely.

She continued to walk, but now with her fists closed.

"Stop acting like a noble lady and look at me, meeky thing!" he kept saying increasing his walking speed.

She growled and her breath became heavy, for she was trying to keep herself calm.

The man then finally reached her and grabbed her right fist.

"I want you, now!" he said pulling her close.

"You better let me go, filthy." she said between her teeth.

"Or what?" he teased grabbing her other fist and making she drop her basket.

"Very well, then!" and she took a deep breath before she hit her forehead in the nose of her aggressor.

"Oh, this is how you want it?" he said after losing his grip around her fists and feeling the blood run down to his lips.

Isa waited for his movement and then hit his face with a punch using all her strength, what made him bleed even more.

"I give you the chance to go away and alive, but only if you leave me in peace right now!" she said with a tiny hope inside her heart.

He growled and tackled her to the ground, ready to rape her right there at the open trail. She fought the man and finally reached one of her blades tied on her ankles. With a slight movement, she then cut his throat while looking to the bottom of his eyes. She watched the life leave him while his internal flame went out.

After that, she heard a man yelling towards them. She noticed that he was dressed similarly to the man bleeding upon her.

"Brother!" he cried out when he saw what had just happened.

Then the tumult had the proper start.

Isa was dragged to the great hall so the queen could judge her and punish her properly.

"What happened?" the queen asked amazed by the amount of red impregnated in the young woman.

"She killed my brother in cold blood!" the man said in anger.

"I demand to speak!" she said haughty with her chin up thrust.

And the queen beckoned.

"I am Isa Eraldsdottir, daughter of Earl Erald, from Engoland, neighboring county of Hedeby. And yes, I killed this man's brother in cold blood before he could rape me and take away my honor!"

The whole hall begun to murmur.

"If you kill me, I am sure that my father will invade Kattegat with full strength, for he will find many allies to fulfill his revenge upon the woman who killed his only daughter. It is all on you, Queen Lagertha!" she finished calmly.

"There is no need for such statement, young lady. Your father is an honored man and a great earl, an important ally, indeed. I know that you acted in self-defense and for that, I will not sentence you. There was no crime!" she proclaimed and Isa made a little curtsy.

The man left the place and nothing was heard about him.

Isa walked home without her basket and food. There was no way that she would go to the same path again - so she went to another with more movement. She was covered in blood from head to waist, as filthy as possible for someone who had just killed a man.

"What a lovely day..." she said to herself in a sardonic tone, kicking some stones in her way.

She was aware of what she had just done. She killed a man and then threatened the new queen, all in the same day.

"Father will chop my ears when he hear about what I did. But mother will be proud, I am sure of it!" she kept talking to herself.

By that time, the whole town should know about what happened. There would be gossips and misinterpretation of the truth. Probably they would speak about the odd youngest daughter of the earl and her short temper - which was not truth at all. She was the most patient person, also the kindest. To do what she did, she was pushed to the cliff and, to keep safe, she played according to the game and protected herself. That was all.

Isa arrived home and her dogs received her with howls.

"It is just me, stupid dogs!" and she giggled.

The four dogs then greeted her with the swaying of their tails and a few barks, sniffing the scent of the blood stuck on her skin.

The young woman sat at the balcony of the hut and rested a little before start to clean her face, bust and arms. She took a deep breath and then reached for some cloths and water inside her home. She sat again outside and finally started to clean the red in her.

The dogs started to bark.

"Shut up!" she said twisting the cloth inside the bowl on her lap.

The dogs kept barking.

"But why, in the name of the..." she was saying when she saw at whom they were barking at.

It was a surprise to see the young prince Ivar crawling towards her place.

"Fergus, Angus, Borus and Regulus. Come here!" she yelled to them and they obeyed, leaving the lad in peace to complete the path.

"I thought that you would like to have this back..." he said with a slave by his side carrying her basket.

She looked at him with suspicion, cautious, whilst they approached to where she was. The slave then put the object close to her in the balcony and waited.

"Leave now!" he said to the woman and she obeyed while he was sitting in the balcony as well.

Isa said nothing, she just kept doing what she was doing before. Regulus then came closer to the young man, curious. Isa just observed while cleaning her neck. The dog then simply laid beside him with his belly up.

"Are you serious, Regulus?!" she said unbelieving.

Ivar laughed and petted the dog's belly.

"What a great son of a wolf you are. You refuse the leadership of Fergus and act like a bitch with a stranger!" she completed and watched the other dogs do the same.

She gave up after that and the young man laughed at her expression.

"You will not thank me for bringing your basket to you?" he said petting the other dogs.

"I should thank your slave then. She carried, you just ordered." she joked.

He scowled.

"It was a joke. Apparently, I am quite stupid today and I do not even know why. I am sorry and thank you." she said after rolling her eyes.

"Better!"

"Now, what do you want?" Isa asked abruptly, spitting to the ground some of the blood with water that invaded her mouth.

"Why do you ask?" and he looked at her with a mischievous half grin.

"I heard that you are not gentle. You never were. What do you want from me? I have nothing to give you, if you want to know!" she said almost stumbling in the words.

He thought a bit.

"I saw you threat the queen. So I became curious to know who owned your loyalty!" he said cunningly. "And I also saw you a few days ago talking with Jorig in the forge and I got curious." he added.

"I know you saw me, for I saw you, prince." and she spat again.

"So..." and he became a little impatient.

"So what?"

"To whom are you loyal, Eraldsdottir?" and he arched one of his brows.

"I am loyal to myself, and that is all!" she answered, now cleaning her arms.

"This is no answer!" and he frowned.

"A person who is not loyal to oneself is not worthy of nothing at all. And, before you ask me to take part in your small war, my answer is no. I do not kill!" she said nobly as if she owned every single word.

He growled in a new scowl and threw the basket across the balcony.

"How stupid you are!" he exclaimed peeved.

"I told you so. Today I am the stupidest person alive!" she spoke a little debauched.

"Is that a kind of joke to you?" and he approached her about to explode.

"Look, prince, this might be the first time you hear a ‘no’ in your life, and you might not be used to it, but you should. Why would I fight in your behalf? Why would I use my father's men just to play the game of whom will sit in the throne or not? Why should I avenge the dead queen, your mother, when there is much more to do? Please, prince, think. The world does not spin around your royal navel!" and she stared him, watching his eyes burst into fire.

He then, impulsively, closed one of his fists around her neck and, with the other hand, he pointed his finger to her face.

"Watch your tone, woman, I might not be this merciful next time!" he said in an attempt to control himself from breaking her neck.

"You better watch your actions, prince, for I might not be this merciful next time!" and she whistled.

The four dogs then growled getting close to them, ready to attack the man at the command of their owner.

"I am not a cruel person, but if you hurt me I will be pleased to order them to eat you alive. You know, they are half hounds and half wolves. And I trained them myself since their birth!" she smiled slightly.

Ivar then released her neck slowly as the four animals still growled.

"Fine!" he said between his teeth with his jaw clenched.

"Fine!" she said and then whistled again, making the dogs calm down.

She stood up after that and threw away the bloody water in the bowl. Isa then took the things off the wooden floor and put into the basket again, ready to get inside her home.

"Will you stay for supper?" she asked from the door and he looked at her as if she was insane. "I told you, today I am stupid!"

He said nothing, just crawled quite embarrassed to inside the place, following her steps.

[futurewriter2000]

Hey! Could you do a marauders era ship? Long (dyed) dark ginger hair, green eyes.. I'm rather short. If I'm comfortable I can be very cheerful and quirky, if not I do tend to be very quiet and shy. I rarely talk about my feelings, unless I'm reckless. I'm a Slytherin, I guess that tells you a bit about me haha loyal till the very end... I love rock (although Moonlight Serenade is my fav), heavy rain.. love your work!!! Haha

I ship you with REGULUS BLACK

Thank you love but somehow I feel like I’ve already done you a ship...but I’m not sure. Anyway here’s my gorgeous Regulus and yeah. I’m working on my ships but just so you know SHIPS ARE CLOSED.

You weren’t Quite popular around Slytherin at first. In First and Second year you were pretty shy and quiet and you never talked that much but soon you slowly came out of your shell and everybody got to know the real you. As much as Slytherin house is known as a cold and evil house, it’s pretty happy and fun. Some times a whole bunch of Slytherins come to the common room and listen to someone play the piano which usually ends up in a party. 

Just like this time. You heard someone play a piano and whole bunh of Slytherins came down to the common room. It was one of 7 years and at the end there was a whole party and people coming from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and maybe you could see a Gryffindor or two. 

As soon as you heard Bon Jovi and The Queen playing, you ran to the danceflor. Everybody were dancing and there were few of Hufflepufs hittiing on you but you rejected every each one of them. You weren’t looking for a boy drama, but you know what you were looking for. Alcohol. And it was like a prince on a white horse, with a flask in his hand. “Firewhiskey?” he smiled and offered you the flask. You gladly took a sip and plopped yourself on the couch. He sat himself next to you and took a sip. “You’re quite a good dancer on there.” - “Good? I’m a great dancer.” you boasted, feeling the Firewhiskey affecting. You looked at the boy and narrowed your eyes. “ Black wavy hair, green-grey eyes… You must be Regulus Black.” you smirked and took the flask away from him once more. “There are plenty of guys with black hair and green eyes, why would you assume I’m a Black.” - “Because I’ve been to your family gatherings. Never saw you dance actually.” -” I don’t dance.” he snorted of laugher. Hearing another Bon Jovi song come up you grinned at him and sent him a mischivious look. He knew excatly what that meant and he was not going to do it. “No way.I a not-” but you didn’t even listen to him, you just grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. 

He was tense at first. Not moving at all just looking around and you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh. You pushed the flask in his chest. “Drink. It will loosen you a bit.” and he did. He drank the whole thing and he still didnt move. “Oh my god. Here.” you groaned and put his hands on your waist. And soon after songs on working to loosen up, he finally did. Maybe that firewhickey finally kicked in. The two of you danced to more than one song and it sure was something. When you got tired, your feet hurting from all the jumping and dancing, you decided to get something to drink but he pulled you back, lifting your hands around his neck and wrapping his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. “Don’t go now, when I actually started dancing.” he smirked, his forehead on yours and dancing to some music. “You don’t dance my arse. Look at your feet move.” you teased and got a chuckle in return.

You don’t know what happened that night that much. Just firewhiskey and dancing and not much more. You got one of the worst headaches and it sucked. It sucked especially when it was only Wendsday and you had History of Magic, the most boring class in Hogwarts. And when you entered Regulus came right to your desk and sat down. “See you’ve had a great night.” - “Piss off.” you retorded and dropped your head on your arms. But then you realized something. You lifted your head and looked at him.“How are you not hungover?” - “Being a Black has its perks.” he smirked and opened his book. But you didn’t believe him. That was no explanation. “How?” you asked him again, your eyes hurting from the bright light. “If I tell you will you go on a date with me?” he grinned and leaned closer. “Yes. Now save me from this torture.” you agreed and put your hands on yor head. He leaned down and grabbed the potion Snape got him for hungovers and he gave it to you. You drank it whole and suddenly felt so much more focused.

Days have passed and it was a normal Saturday afternoon when you noticed someone sat down on the bench next to you. You looked up to see smiling grey-green eyes staring at you. “You ready?” he asked and kept smiling at you. “Ready for?” - “That date you owe me.” he said and stood up, stretching out his hand to you. “Now?” - “No yesterday. Of course now.” - “But I’m not dressed.” - “ you look beautiful. Now lets go.” he said and lead you out of the Great Hall.

He let you go get your jacket and lead you through the castle and to a classroom with a statue in it. He pulled out a map and looked at the statue. “Whats that?” -“ Something I stole from my brother. Trust me.” and he lead you to Hogsmeade. He took you everyhwere. Every single shop and for the last he took you to Three Broomsticks, ordering you Butterbeer.

He was amazed by how you drank it and the whole time you didnt notice you had bitterbeer foam on your upper lip. He kept smiling at you and you couldn’t figure out why. “What?” - “Nothing. Nothing.” but eventually you did notice and you were pretty embarassed and mad because he didnt tell you and you walked most of the streets with foam on oyur upper lips.

The two of you soon started dating and it was wonderful, but you still didn’t open up to him as much he hoped to. He didn’t pressure you into it but he was getting annoyed not knowing the real you. But soon you did. Newts and owls were stressing you out so much and you were under so much pressure and finally you broke down, right in his arms. You told him completly everything and he was nothing but a sweetheart for it.

After Hogwarts the two of you moved in together, buying a cute little apartment near London. He had important job at the Ministry of Magic and so did you. The both of you had similar schedule so there wasn’t any problem with the two of you going on on dates or having days off.

There weren’t much fights getting on between the two of you but when there was a fight it was catastrophic. The two of you yelled, screamed and then there was not talking to eachother for days and moving him to sleep on the couch. But after the two of you cooled down, both appologised for whatever you fought about.

He was the laziest person you ever knew. He never wanted to get up in the morning. Ever. He kept sleeping and you had to drag him out of bed only to wale him up properly. “Nooooo.” he groaned when you pulled the covers off. “Yes now get up. We are adults with adult jobs now get up.” but of course he didnt. He just looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and opened his arms. “No Regulus. I won’t cuddle.” but he just fluttered his eyelashes and look at you. “Fine. But only for 5 minutes but then we really have to go.” but it ended up 15 minutes and sleeping sleeping in for 20 more minutes because it was so much better than work. At the end the two of you were running around the house getting ready last minute. “Pants.” he said and you threw him his pants. “Lipstick.” - “you don’t need it. You’re gorgeous.” -“ aww..Thats sweet but I need my lipstick.”

Days off were amazing because of that cuddle monster you became more introverted. The two of you watched a movue and he kept running his fingers through your hair. “What’s your natural hair colour?” he asked out of the blue. “Does it matter?” - “I’m curious. I remember you with (y/n/h/c) back in first year. It matched you green eyes.” - “Ou? The famous Regulus Black knew me in my first year. ” -“ Well you were my crush so I think I would remember the first time I saw you.” - “You had a crush on me? That is so cheesy and cliche.” -“ Yeah. You were so shy and quiet. Completly opposite than the girls who drooled over me. And it’s not cheesy. It’s true.” - “Stop. You are making me blush.” - “Well I am allowed to do that aren’t I?”

The time he proposed was the most nerve-wrecking for him. He kept pacing around the room and he kept acting weird around you. You always looking at him just pacing around and mumbling something in the kitchen. So you finally put down your book and walked over to him. “Regulus. What’s wrong with you?” -“Me. Pff I’m fine. So fine. Totally okay. Amazing.” he babbled and leaned on the wall but missing the fall and almost falling. “Really? Because you keep pacing and talking to yourself for hours in our kitchen while I trynto read my book. Seriously, whats wrong?” -“ Seriously. Did you know my brothers name is Sirius. Ha- ha.” he trued to switch the subject. “Regulus Arcturus Black. I won’t leave until you tell me.” you demanded and stood your ground with your arms crossed. He looked at you and smiled. He just smiled and that smile confused the hell out of you. “Wait here.” he said and ran into the bedroom and come back with a small black box. You suddenly put down your guard and took a big gasp. “Reg.” . He got on one knee and looked up to you. Seeing a smile emerge on your smile made him a bit more confident. “(Y/n)(y/l/n), will you marry me?” he asked and you just jumped in his arms and kept repeating the word “yes.”

Before the wedding the two of you faught because of Sirius. You didn’t know him and you didn’t know why they werent talking but you wanted them to figure them out this. So you threatned him that if he doesnt talk to Sirius you’ll break the engagement. (Harsh I know but you were an ambitious git so)

And he did. He talked it out with Sirius and he was his best man. He would rather risk his pride thatn risk losing you.

Honeymoon was amazing. Just amazing…if you know what I mean. ;).

The one thing you didn’t expect was expecting getting pregnant after your honeymoon. He was thrilled to be a dad and Sirius was even more thrilled to be an uncle. You could actually see how much alike they were. Both jumping and yelling and getting drunk together.

He was the best dad in the world. I don’t know why but I imagine you with twins and its cute because they had his gorgeous hair and your eyes. He always got up when they were crying at night and even though he could handle them both you helped sometimes. When you werent tired af from giving birth to TWINS. That was always the excuse but you used it rarely.

You loved dancing to Moonlight Seranade with one of the twins and Regulus loved seeing the scene when he had a hard day at work. He took the other baby and danced with you to the music. It was beautiful.

Having a daughter Regulus would do anything to make her a hairstyle. He always played with your hair and now he found another victim to torture and as much as you loved your baby you were glad he wasnt touching your hair out of nowhere.

He always read everybody a bedtime story and he always took the kids somewhere so you had time for yourself.

He was still a cuddle monster, just this time there were another two cuddle monsters climbing in your bed. “See what you did. You monster now I’ll be late to work. We both will.” but he just fluttered his eyelashes and looked with you with his puppy dog eyes. The twins mimicking their dad. “They are too much like you.” you said defeated and layed back in bed.

YAY! I love this ship so much and I hope you liked it. Also sorry for the delay just a big writers block and all that. I’m soon going to finish other requests and imagines I have left but again.. SHIPS ARE CLOSED