#Sirius and Harry Saturday

[impishtubist]

Sirius raising Harry AU where teenage Harry just. absolutely destroys his godfather on a daily basis. 

-Sirius is a decorated war hero with an Order of Merlin? Yeah, well, Harry’s gonna tell everyone about that time Sirius tried to make pasta and it all got stuck to the ceiling somehow.

-Sirius is voted most handsome wizard in England by Witch Weekly every year? Harry starts circulating pictures at Hogwarts of that one time Sirius got a Terrible Haircut (Sirius had a good laugh about the Tragic Haircut but Remus marched down to the hair parlor and berated the poor hairdresser for an hour.)

-Sirius is an exceptional duelist? Can decipher complicated ancient runes? Invents new spells? Becomes an expert in basically anything he puts his mind to? “Hm, nice,” Harry says, unimpressed, and then launches into a ten-minute ramble about how cool Bill Weasley is.

Sirius can’t win 😂

[jmagnabo92]

GGSB Fest 2024 - Please, Let Me

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt - De-aged harry.

When Harry's suddenly de-aged, Sirius takes care of him at Order Headquarters.

A03

***

Sirius is sitting in his horrible family’s house, desperately wishing to be anywhere else when suddenly the floo bursts green with several members of the Order that were at Hogwarts and the Weasleys, Hermione and… a five-year-old Harry?  

What?

Dumbledore comes through last and is looking quite grim.  

Sirius focuses on this little version Harry, who upon being set down by Hermione immediately runs to Sirius.  Sirius doesn’t hesitate to open his arms and let Harry cling to him.  

“What’s going on?”

“We’re not sure,” Hermione states.  “We were just eating dinner, Harry had been feeling off and was going to rest early since his detentions are over, and then out of nowhere, he’s shrinking and five again.”

“We think someone slipped him a de-aging potion,” McGonagall states.  “And he can’t stay at Hogwarts until it wears off.”

“He’ll stay here,” Sirius states.  

“I think he should go back to the Dursleys –” Dumbledore tries.

“And you’d be wrong,” Sirius states.  At the mere mention of the Dursleys, little Harry shakes and begs not to go to them.  “They barely tolerate teenage Harry during the summer, can you imagine how’d they treat him as a sudden five-year-old?”

“He’s safe there –”

“We’ve been through this – he’s never been safe from the people inside and he’s literally shaking from the mere thought of going back to them,” Sirius states.  “Please, let me take care of him.  It’s not like I have anything else to do and he is my godson.”

Dumbledore doesn’t look like he’s going to agree, but it seems like everyone else is on Sirius’ side arguing that Sirius is right, especially with the way that Harry’s clinging to him. 

“Alright, I suppose that Headquarters for now, at least until he’s his proper age, again.”

“Thank you.”

***

With that, everyone leaves, except Kingsley, who offers to be a support to Sirius as he deals with his suddenly a five-year-old godson.  

“Well, he just had dinner, and he said he wanted to rest.  Could you go get his room ready and I could I don’t know – give him a bath?” Sirius asks. 

Kingsley nods, and disappears, while Harry gives him wide eyes.  “Bath?”

“Does that sound good, Harry?  Maybe a nice bath to get clean and calm down?”

Harry nods, “With bubbles?”

“Naturally,” Sirius says, grinning.

***

The bath was actually kind of hilarious.  Little Harry appears to love the bath and was entirely enthused by the bubbles.  He almost didn’t want to get out of the bath, but he seemed worried about telling Sirius no, which only served to make Sirius hate the Dursleys more.  

After the bath, Harry’s even more surprised when he tells them the bedtime story of his parents first meeting and gets to fall asleep with a cute little Prongs and Padfoot stuffed animal.  

It’s almost difficult to tear himself away, but he finally does after about ten minutes.  

He’s almost startled by Kingsley, forgetting that he was there, when he closes the door and charms it so he’ll know when Harry wakes.  

“You’d have been a great parent to him,” Kingsley states.  “Already a natural.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sirius states.  “Just trying to do my best.”

“Please.  You managed to keep him calm during the arguing, you gave him a bath, and read him a story and not once did you struggle.”

Sirius laughs.  “I was just remembering what I used to do when I babysat.  Maybe tomorrow, we’ll play as Padfoot and Snuffles again.”

“Padfoot and Snuffles?”

“It’s a long story.  Anyway, given all of the recent events, I’m sure Harry’ll be up before we know it, so we should get to bed.”

Kingsley gives him a wink.  “Together?”

Sirius smiles.  “Just sleep tonight.  I wouldn’t want little ears to interrupt.  Especially when he doesn’t know about us.”

Kingsley hums.  “Maybe when he’s fifteen, again, you might tell him.”

“Maybe.  For now, I just want to enjoy giving Harry little bit of his childhood back.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Good.”

[endinsosuddenly]

hold me like you never lost your patience

i wrote this during therapy 

cw - 'i must not tell lies', sirius asks harry if he did it to himself

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    Sirius would’ve seen it even if Harry was being subtle. Which he wasn’t. Well, at least not to Sirius. Harry could never muster up enough courage to lie to Sirius and it bled into his behaviors as well. He was staying at Grimmauld Place for Christmas, it was Harry, Sirius, the Weasleys, and whoever from the Order who could make it. Whenever Sirius would look at Harry, the boy's eyes would flicker to his hand and he would suddenly become nervous. As if there was some sort of secret he didn’t want Sirius to know. So, naturally, Sirius became suspicious of his godson's behavior. 

    Sirius watched and saw Harry scratch and rub at his hand. The boy’s face would scrunch up in pain and he would sometimes wince when he thought no one was watching. He would pick at it, like there was a scab or a wound on his hand. It was obviously bothering him. Sirius knew why Harry wasn’t telling anyone because he wouldn’t either. Sirius knew because he was Harry at one point. He was Harry when he was Grimmauld all those years ago with his parents.  Somehow, knowing that was worse than the fact that Harry hadn’t confided in him.

    Harry saw Sirius watching and knew eventually, Sirius would ask. So, he prepared himself for that inevitable, painful conversation he wasn’t prepared to have. He knew Sirius knew. He knew the conversation would make him uncomfortable and whenever he thought about it his stomach would turn into knots, his throat would tighten, and his heart would race. He was nervous, anxious, on edge. 

    Sirius had to wait for the right moment. He knew that if he came on too fast, or too strong, Harry would shut down completely. If he came on too soft, that gave Harry the opportunity to ignore the situation all together. 

    He often had a hard time wavering on that line, the line between being too lax or being too serious . Sirius knew that in order for Harry to really open up to him he had to figure out what method of parenting was perfect for his kid. He approached this situation with caution and he knew that he had to do this right. Sirius couldn’t - this wasn’t something he could fuck up. This was crucial and extremely important to him because Harry was. Harry was crucial and extremely important to him.

    So, Sirius waited until after Christmas. He wanted to give Harry a couple of weeks to enjoy his Christmas in peace until the uncomfortable conversation came. 

    Fast forward maybe a week after Christmas, they were still on break but the days were coming fast when they would have to once again board the Hogwarts Express and go back to school. It was after dinner when Harry made his way up to his room to go to bed, the boy’s nerves had relaxed a little, thinking that maybe if Sirius hadn’t talked to him yet he wouldn’t at all. 

    Harry made his way upstairs to his room, (which Sirius had carefully decorated for him. Grimmauld was Harry’s home, Dumbldore’s orders be damned. Harry wasn’t going to share in his own home. ) Sirius followed, albeit a little after, he needed some FireWhiskey to calm his own nerves. Only a little, though, just for courage. 

    Sirius stood in front of Harry’s door, he stood for maybe a minute. Contemplating what he was going to say, what he was going to do if his kid reacted negatively, what tone would he use, what was he going to do if Harry started crying, all these thoughts rushed throughout Sirius’ head, until finally, he put his foot down and forced his thoughts to calm down. And carefully, ever so carefully, he knocked on Harry’s door. 

            “Come in,” Harry said from inside the room, voice slightly shaking. Sirius never really came in and talked to Harry in his room, unless it was about something important. Of course, he said I love you, and Goodnight but that didn’t require him coming in and really getting comfortable / sitting down in Harry’s room.    

    Sirius opened the door and stepped inside, seeing Harry sitting on his bed, “Getting ready for bed?” He walked over to the boy’s bed and sat down next to him. “Yeah, just y’know.. Putting my pajamas on and stuff, just doing some homework.. Y’know..”

    Harry had never dealt with something like this. He’d never had anyone care enough about him to really sit him down and ask what was wrong. Of course, the Weasleys had tried but this was different. This was Sirius asking him. He would always see Molly and Arthur as people he could go too but Sirius was the real deal. He didn’t have to share Sirius. Molly and Arthur would always have other children to take care of, Harry needed someone to look out for him, to know when he was hurting or when he was hiding something and that was Sirius. The man had broken out of Azkaban for him. This was different, and Harry didn’t want Sirius to leave once he found out how broken Harry really was. 

    Sirius softened, he could tell just how nervous Harry was. He knew he needed to tread very lightly. “Have you been.. Working on homework? I know Snape likes to give ghastly essays, especially over breaks.” He smiles and chuckles to lighten the tense atmosphere and it works, Harry chuckles, “Yeah.. uh,” He swallows,” I’ve been working on that essay and reading up on some things for other classes.” Sirius nods, “Kinda unfair for them to give homework over the break.” Harry smiles, “Yeah, It’s stupid.” Then, silence. 

    They both sit there for a minute. Waiting for the other. Though, Sirius knows if he doesn't talk Harry won’t. 

    “I don’t know what’s got you so anxious or what’s got you picking at your hand, but.. You know you can talk to me, right? You could never say or do anything that would stop me from loving you. Do you know that?” Sirius turned his body to the boy, looking for his reaction.

“Yeah..” A weak voice spoke, cracking halfway through the word. Because no, Harry didn’t know that. And to hear Sirius say that so freely, for Sirius to love him so unashamed was too much for him to handle. Harry had walls, and to everybody else they were sturdy and unbreakable but when Sirius tried to get through they would meld and fall down like they were made of hay rather than bricks and stone. Harry takes a shuddering breath, and wills his body to relax. It doesn’t work. 

    Sirius hesitates for a moment, if Harry was already this affected by a simple statement, how were they both supposed to get through this without serious emotional damage? Sirius puts his hand on Harry’s back, slowly rubbing up and down in an attempt to comfort him. It does work as Harry feels his body relax but not his head. 

    “Harry.. Could I maybe.. Take a look at your hand?” He asks, softly and lightly, preparing for Harry to lash out or get angry with him for even asking. That seemed to be Harry’s default mode these days and he had good reason to be angry. 

    This breaks Harry out of his silence, “No!” Harry says this as almost he was betrayed Sirius even asked. He leans away from Sirius, opting to instead sit across the room, at his desk chair. Putting distance between him and his godfather. He didn’t want to be within arms reach of him. Harry learned young not to be within arms reach. Being too close to Sirius would have him break down, and he needed to keep these walls up. He wouldn’t let Sirius see how low he really is. Sirius reaches his hand out when Harry gets up and puts it down onto his lap when the boy sits at his desk. Facing Sirius but arms crossed in a defensive position. 

    Sirius looks at his godson for a minute, his eyes dart down as he chooses his next words carefully. “If something is.. Bothering you.. I need to know, Harry.” 

    “Nothing’s bothering me.”

“Then why do you keep scratching at your hand?”

    “I don’t use hand lotion.”

Sirius deadpans, “Harry.”

“What? It’s true. I have terrible skin.”

“If something is hurting you, I want to know.”

    “It doesn't hurt.”

“So there is something then?”

    Harry pauses, “No. There’s nothing.”

“Harry.” 

    “Sirius.”

“Is it a cut?”

    “Stop.”

“Did you accidentally hurt yourself on something in the house?”

    “It’s nothing, please drop it.”

“Did you do it to yourself?”

    “No! God- Sirius- could you please just drop it?”

    Sirius runs his hands through his hair, “You know I can’t do that Harry.” Harry doesn’t know, actually, “No. I don’t know that. I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of nothing. It’s just a little scrape.” 

    Sirius is starting to get closer and he knows it, “If it’s just a little cut, let me see it.” Harry makes a frustrated noise and shakes his head. 

    He can tell being assertive isn’t really getting him anywhere, so Sirius takes the softer approach. “Harry… You do know that I care about you? I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. I care about you. I care about your injuries, even if they're simple paper cuts. I will still care about them just like I would care about a broken bone or a stab wound. I understand that.. Not a lot of people have.. Made you feel as though you’re important to them, but that’s why i'm here. I’m here to show you that you matter. That even when you’re not being the Chosen you’re important.  Even when you’re not being heroic, you still matter to me. I could care less about you defeating Voldemort. Even if you don’t, I will still be so proud of you. I love you, would you please show me what’s wrong?” 

    What follows after is silence. Sirius looks at Harry with a soft look and Harry’s face is turned towards the ground by the end of Sirius’ speech. Several minutes of silence. Heavy, heavy silence. The kind of quiet that makes your heartbeat sound like a drum. 

    “I can’t,” Harry’s voice is hiccuping and shaky, “You won’t want me afterwards.” His voice cracks and breaks, and Sirius can make out tears hitting the floor and his heart breaks in two. “You won’t love me once you figure out how .. how messed up I am.” Harry leans forward and puts his head in his hands, small sobs wracking his body. 

    “Oh, Harry..” Sirius stands and walks over to the boy, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He stands the boy up and walks them over to the bed, sitting them both back down. His arms still tightly wrapped around Harry, unwilling to let go, yet willing to stay for the rest of eternity. He rocks him back and forth, rubbing his back up and down, Sirius’ chin on the sobbing boy’s head. He can feel his own tears start to form, threatening to spill. “There is nothing. Nothing. That could ever make me stop loving you, Harry.” His own voice cracks slightly, “Nothing in this world could ever stop me from loving you as my own, and there is certainly nothing that you could ever do to make me not want you anymore. I’ll always want you right here, with me. I’ll always want you around Harry, through heaven or hell.” 

    Harry’s body jerks with more sobs, Sirius’ words both breaking down his walls and building them back up. He’s never felt wanted by anybody. Yet, here Sirius is. Telling Harry everything he should’ve known since he was a baby. Telling Harry he’s worth something, even when he’s not Harry Potter. He’s worth it. Harry is worth it. The little boy under the cupboard is worth it. The Freak from Number 4 Privet Drive is worth something. 

    He cries and cries, he lets out all the sobs he tucked away. He lets out his tears like a tsunami and Sirius’ shirt is soaking by the time he’s done. Harry relaxes into Sirius’ arms. He relaxes like a child would relax into their father’s arms. Harry feels tired. But even after that, Sirius didn’t leave. Didn’t push him off with disgust the moment his tears started soaking his shirt. 

    He pulls away from Sirius, already missing the warmth he felt and looks down for a minute. And slowly, he holds his hand up, showing Sirius the words carved into it. 

    Sirius’ body feels like a livewire, seeing I Must Not Tell Lies carved into his kid’s hand. It feels like someone shot him with a Crucio. It’s torture and his face crumbles. Sirius holds his hand, gently, and thumbs over the words. He inhales, shaky and deep. “Harry..”

    Harry looks at Sirius and is shocked to see him react strongly, but it drives home that message. The message that Sirius actually cares about him. “Umbridge gave me detention. She think i’m lying about Cedric, everybody does.” He explains, sniffling. 

Sirius inhales deeply, he knows he has to get a hold of himself, for Harry. “Let me.. Let me go get the medic thing we have downstairs. Wait- Accio, First Aid!” Sirius takes out and holds out his wand, and puts out his other hand just in time for the kit to smack into his hand. 

He puts it on the bed beside them, opening it and taking out bandages. Then taking out a slightly purple tinted glass bottle, “What's that?” Harry asks, slightly nervous. “It’s Murlap Essence, it’ll help. Trust me.” Sirius looks tense for a moment before taking out a small towel and dabbing a few drops of the liquid on it. He caps the liquid back up then dabs the wet towel on Harry’s hand. 

It's silent while this happens. Harry lays his head against Sirius’ shoulder and his breathing starts to slow. The crying from earlier making him tired and dazed. His eyes start to droop and Sirius starts to make circles on his back, gently scratching his scalp once he's done with his hand. Harry’s eyes close and for once he doesn’t have a nightmare. All there is is Sirius. Sirius and his ability to make Harry feel important. Sirius and his comforting words. His comforting touches. Sirius and his love. Sirius and his love for Harry. 

[jmagnabo92]

And as far as he was concerned, none of them were good enough so he had a terrible job of scaring them away.

The only bad thing about living with a Sirius who has his name cleared, Harry comes to find out, is the never ending queue of admirers, who want nothing more than to woo Sirius

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[soupy-george]

im here to have a cheeky fangirl moment bc i LOVE saturday nights and sunday mornings and seeing you enjoy shoulder to shoulder has made me v happy <3

Yay!! I hope you enjoyed the rugby representation in mine 🤣 My James was a bit tamer than yours. The phrase "spillage is lickage" is still haunting me. It's brought back so many once blurry uni memories. I wish they were still blurry. 🍻🥂🍻🥂🤮🤮

[hddlestn]

i am losing my goddamn mind. i spent all of saturday (i had twelve fucking hours of screentime because of this) (today is monday) reading this wonderful fanfic that i could not turn my eyes away from. it changed my life, it's truly one of the best things i have ever had the privilege of reading. i wasn't finished yet though, so i just laid down in my bed to continue only to find it literally disappearing as i was reading it. it doesn't say it's deleted, just that it's a "mystery work", however, when you click on the author's page it says that they don't have any works at all.

i literally felt my entire body go numb and i am still shaking as i type this. i know fanfic authors do not owe us anything, especially since they share their talents out of the goodness of their hearts. but this has just completely shaken me. i had the best time of my life reading this story, i genuinely cannot even put into words just how much i loved it and how much it meant to me. and it's fucking gone, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

the story is called Signatures of all Things by nadyenka. if anybody knows anything about what could have possibly happened, please please please let me know.

[impishtubist]

OH HI I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED

@twentysevensummers is a big Sirius & Harry champion, so anything by her, but especially Two Weeks in August.

So is @padfootastic, so check out everything by her, especially glimpses of us.

@greyeyedmonster-18 and @femme--de--lettres and @zazima have too many Sirius & Harry ficlets here on Tumblr to count, so check out all of them.

yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb of me  by @soopsiedaisies

Actually, here is every fic tagged "Sirius & Harry" that I've bookmarked on AO3.

Nocturne - a selfish plug of my own.

Followers, do you have any to add? I know I've missed some people!

Any fluffy, well-written Sirius + Harry family fics you recommend? I don’t care if Harry’s five or fifteen, just gotta have family feels

[crazybutgood]

banner created by the lovely @getawayfox 🥰

I absolutely adore short stories, and I thought I'd use the spotlight saturday concept to spread love for them as much as I can. I will try my best to make this a monthly thing,, sometimes more or less frequent. I hope you find some bite-sized bits of escapism to enjoy through these reclists. Today's features stories to curl up cosily with for a good laugh, some hurt/comfort, or softness—take your pick! And as always, please check the tags and author notes. Have a lovely weekend~

At The Top by @moonstruckwytch (Draco/Harry) (G) 

written for hdcandyheartsfest 2022 day two: first date

Sinking/Floating by @andithiel (Draco/Harry) (T, 966)

After the war, Harry once again dwells so much on dreams of the past and those he lost, that he forgets to live. Draco helps to remind him.

For All You Give (I’ll Give it Back to You) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (Harry/Ron/Hermione) (T, 7144)

A birthday, a beach cottage, a love confession (or two). All Harry can wonder is why it took him so long to figure this out.

Flushed with love and romance by toutcequonvuet (Draco/Harry) (M, 3011)

Harry has been eagerly anticipating the perfect proposal Draco is surely crafting. Nothing can put a plug on his excitement. When he finally gets it, he’s in for a surprise of the accidental (and hilarious) variety./Featuring: wordplay, bath bombs, and theoretically attractive plumbers

From Sunset to Star Rise by @schmem14 (Harry/Ron) (M, 7618)

Ron stops in his tracks, trembling from head to toe as he points his nose to the clear blue sky, feeling the autumn chill bite his fevered skin./He’s in love with Harry, and he only just realizes it./I have to conquer this is his first thought./I have to tell him is his second./But I’m afraid… lingers longest of all./Ron and Harry move to New England to get away from the aftermath of war, buy a cozy cabin in the woods, and fall in love under the stars of an autumn sky.

Dancing with our eyes closed by Patriceavril (Ginny/Luna) (T, 2517)

Ginny ditches the wedding and her stupid heels, expecting to drink her bottle of stolen champagne alone. When Luna appears, Ginny decides maybe she doesn't want to be alone after all.

Destination: Healing by @stargazing-enby (Draco/Harry) (T, 2027)

As much as he refused to think about it, the truth was something in Harry’s chest unravelled in those dawn-hued moments of quiet when his body was heavy against the bathroom door frame, the Cloak heavy on his shoulders, and his gaze heavier than any of the two on the rise and fall of Malfoy’s breathing.

bloom for me by dynazty (Pansy/Luna) (T, 824)

It was a flower garden. That’s what Luna told her.

Strict Essentials by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Draco/Harry) (M, 3884)

Harry and Draco go shopping for a new kettle.

The List by @onbeinganangel (Remus/Sirius) (M, 1400)

A story where the to-do list is too long, the weather is terrible and Sirius is seriously trying his best not to have to leave the house.

Marshmallow Kisses by @samunderthelights (James Sirius/Teddy) (G, 889)

James has been working on a surprise for Teddy, but it doesn't go as planned.

Bind by @gallifrey1sburning (Gin/Luna) (T, 2088)

Gin's binder is beginning to affect their career. Pansy's still struggling to figure out how to support her partner through their dysphoria, but she's learning.

The Music of the Stars by @gallifrey1sburning (Draco/Harry) (G, 556)

“It’s almost like music, isn’t it?” Draco looked down to catch Harry’s eye, seemingly unperturbed to find him staring, and Harry wondered if he’d known all along./“What is?”/“All of this. The sea, the wind, the stars.”/Harry laughed. “The stars don’t make noise, you weirdo.”/“They do,” Draco argued. “You just have to know how to listen.”

Beneath the Wisteria by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion (Draco & Scorpius, Albus Severus/Scorpius) (G, 2589)

Scorpius likes the wisteria best of all. He likes the pretty colours and the way the petals fall like rain, and he likes when Draco lifts him up to push his small fingers through the heaps of flowers. It’s Draco’s favourite too, so he sits with Scorpius by the pond often, under the full, soft petals, and watches Scorpius scoop at the water with a conjured green fishing net. He uses his magic to make the petals fall close to Scorpius, and they kiss the water and unfurl inches from him, until they’re scooped up by the net and placed in a pile on the grass./Scorpius laughs each time he catches one, patting his chubby legs with glee./It makes Draco feel warm.

The Darling Curse by @orange-peony (Draco/Harry) (E, 9209)

It was just a slip./Harry didn't mean to call Draco 'love' in front of the other Aurors, especially because they have no idea they're a couple./Well, Harry could always pretend to be cursed and use pet names with everyone./What's the worst that can happen?

[heartofspells]

Saturday Snippet

Tagged by the lovely @r33sespieces. Thank you, my sweet <3

A little Sirius raising Harry fun on this fine day for you all.

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"I think he's lonely," supplies Hermione knowingly on the playground one day when Harry brings it up. "Mrs Weasley thinks the same thing. I heard her telling Andromeda during Christmas, which means I'm right."

"What's he got to be lonely for?" scoffs Ron, frowning at Hermione. "He's got Harry, don't he?"

"Yes, but adults like other adults around, Ron," says the girl in irritation. "Honestly, don't you pay attention to anything?" As Ron sputters, Hermione turns to Harry who's digging his hands into the sand surrounding them. "Don't you think he's lonely, Harry?"

Shrugging, Harry makes an uncertain face. "I dunno. He seems okay except at night sometimes. Maybe it's what's in the bottle he's always got, but I can't figure out what it is. I can't ever find it in the morning, like it never existed and I just made it up."

"Grown-ups don't like for kids to know when they're sad," informs Hermione promptly.

"D'you think he puts his sadness into the bottle and throws it away before I wake up?" asks Harry. "That way I'll never see it and he thinks I don't know it's there?"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah!" chirps Ron excitedly. "I bet that's it. What else would it be?"

"Maybe he's drinking it," insists Hermione pressingly, cleverly, but neither Ron nor Harry are paying her any attention now.

"You should get him a girlfriend!" tosses out Ron eagerly, kicking up a bit of sand as he lurches forward onto his knees. "Bill's got one of those now. They've always got their faces shoved together. It's gross." He pulls a disgusted expression, his nose and mouth twisting like he might be ill.

"I think my dad likes boys," muses Harry thoughtfully. "I've seen him flirt with them at the market and in the park."

"He flirts with the girls, too, I've seen it," urges Ron, appearing puzzled.

Harry frowns a little in consideration, his eyes twitching away as he recalls encounters he's witnessed with Sirius. "Doesn't seem the same when he does it with them. He mostly just smiles and nods a lot. Like he's being nice more than anything."

"So, get him a boyfriend, then!"

"But how do I do that?"

Hermione clears her throat, pulling their focus. "You'll have to study," she provides, sitting up straighter, and Ron moans, flopping backwards into the sand, a cloud bursting around him. He swats the grains away with an annoyed hand.

"You always want to study," he grumbles, scowling at the bright sky overhead. "Study, study, study."

Tagging: @spikybanana @tracingpatternswrites @juliflamme @hihimissamericanbi

[adrienneleclerc]

The “Affair”

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Wife! Reader

Summary: After adopting 8 dogs, Charles tells his wife no more dogs. However, as a veterinarian working in an animal shelter, it’s very hard for Y/N to turn down a dog. So when she comes home with a puppy while Charles is away but tries to make it seem like she had an affair…getting a 9th dog doesn’t sound so bad, right?

Warning: the usual spelling and grammatical errors, probably a lot of inaccuracies

A/N: i love Salma Hayek and the story she tells about rescuing Ochoa is so funny.

When Charles and Y/N first started dating when they were 20, he knew how much she loved dogs. The first time he went to her apartment, he saw her with two German shepherds.

“Muñeco! Please meet Sirius and Nova.” Y/N said, walking up to Charles, the two dogs following her.

"When you told me you had dogs, I don’t know why, but I pictured you owning like a shih tzu or maybe a Maltese.” Charles admitted, observing the German shepherds who began sniffing him.

“Why? You think because I am Latina I must have a white crusty dog?” Y/N asked, acting all offended.

“No no no, of course not.” Charles responded scared that me might have offended his girlfriend.

“I’m teasing. No, I got them from the shelter. You know how I’m studying to become a vet? So right now I’m just a vet assistant at the shelter and when I walked in for my shift, these two dogs tried to get close to me, they would whine when I would leave the room, when I would take them outside for their walks, they would follow me, I had to adopt them. No one likes getting big dogs from the shelter, pero son tan lindos.” Y/N said, petting her dogs, the dogs were wagging their tails, enjoying the affection. Charles's heart melted. He always wanted his own dog and by the looks of it, he might get his wish with Y/N.

"How did you come up with the names?" Charles asked.

"Well obviously Sirius is named after Sirius Black from Harry Potter, and Nova to fit the space theme. Since they were picked up from the street without collars, we named them at the shelter." Y/N said. Charles leaned down to pet the dogs. Nova began licking his face while Sirius was still smelling him, you know what they say about a male dog being owned by a woman. After a few seconds, Sirius joined Nova in licking him, Charles was as happy as he can be.

"They are so friendly! Think I'll be able to stay the night?" Charles asked.

"I don't know, Char, you just joined F1, shouldn't you be training?" Y/N asked.

"I have a few days before the Monaco Grand Prix, do you want to come?" Charles asked.

"I don't know if I can leave Nova and Sirius alone." Y/N asked.

"It's only a few hours, please?" Charles asked with a pout and puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, I'll see if my neighbor can check in on them." Y/N said and her and Charles kissed.

A year later, 2019, Charles joined Scuderia Ferrari and he was on his way to Y/N's apartment after he rested a day after the Suzuka Grand prix. He opened the door with the key she gave him and he heard barking.

"Nova, Sirius, its me, you know me." Charles entered the apartment, the two German Shepherds greeted him but he still heard barking. Thats when he saw a bulldog on the couch with Y/N. "Amour, you got another dog?" Charles asked.

"Charlie! This is Hiccup, i got him on Saturday." Y/N said, getting to hug her boyfriend. "Isn't he adorable? He has a lot of health problems because of this breeder, but he is the sweetest. Come meet him." Y/N said, holding Charles's hand to lead him to the couch, sitting next to Hiccup.

"Why did you name him Hiccup?" Charles asked.

"I was watching How To Train Your Dragon, he also had a case of the hiccups when i was...como se dice, revisando...checking him! Yeah, during his checkup, he was hiccupping." Y/N said. Charles pet the bulldog and the bulldog smiled, seemingly happy getting affection.

"He is very cute, but I don't think you'll have space for another dog, mon petit chou." Charles said.

"Hiccup wanted to be with me, he wouldn't let the other shelter workers walk him, just me, it was a sign, Charles." Y/N said.

"I'm sure it was." Charles said smiling. "I'm hungry, do you want to order something?"

"Can you manage ordering Chinese food? I have to give the dogs their bath." Y/N said.

"Sure, mon ange. Same as usual?" Charles asked.

"Yes please. Lets go guys, time for your bath." Y/N said and the dogs walked slowly behind her, not being a fan of baths.

Another year later, December 2020, Charles and Y/N now live together in his penthouse apartment. One day, Charles went with Y/N to her job since he was on winter break.

"Charlie, can you check if Shaggy needs his bowl to be filled?" Y/N asked.

"Sure, amour." Charles said, He was walking through the shelter until he found the gate with the name 'Shaggy' and he saw a fluffy old English sheepdog. "Hello, Shaggy." Charles said hello to the dog and Shaggy started barking, wagging his tail. Charles went to the supply closet to get the bag of dog food, Y/n bought the brand that was specifically for this breed and pour the food in Shaggy's bowl.

"Shaggy looks very happy." Y/N said appearing next to him. Thats when Shaggy started whining and pawing at her through the gate. "Hi Shaggy, como está mi perrito consentido?" Y/N asked in the baby voice, Shaggy lies on his back, showing that he is ready to receive belly rubs. Charles just observes this interaction.

"Are you going to adopt him, mon ange?" Charles asked.

"I would love to adopt him, but it's your apartment." Y/N said.

"Mon ange, it is your apartment too, I asked you to move in with me, it is your apartment too. We can get him, think of it as a Christmas gift." Charles said and Y/N hugged him.

"Can you fill out the adoption papers? I need to check up on a few cats in the other room. Wish me luck." Y/N said.

"Did you take your allergy medicine?" Charles asked. Y/N shook her head no.

"Thats why i need luck." Y/N said. She went with the cats while Charles filled out the adoption papers for Shaggy, since most people in Monaco want small dogs and the other shelter workers know Charles is doing this for Y/N, the process was easy and they were able to take Shaggy home the same day. When they left Shaggy went with Y/N to buy things he needs while Charles went to buy food for the both of them. Charles got home first and he said hello to Nova, Sirius, and Hiccup, place his takeout on the kitchen counter, and refilled their food and water bowls. Charles washed his hands to serve himself good and that’s when Charles heard the door open and he saw Y/N with dog food, a dog bed, and some new toys.

“Mom Ange, I could have helped you.” Charles said, getting the bed from her and placing it on the living room. “Why does he need new toys?”

“It’s why I do for every dog, Charlie, they get new toys, they only share when they want to, it makes them feel important and that they have a permanent home.” Y/N explained to Charles. “Okay Shaggy, meet your brothers and sister.” Y/N let Shaggy off his leash and all the dogs began sniffing each other. After they got acquainted, they started playing with each other, even sharing some toys.

“Come on, mon coeur, your food will get cold, it’s time to eat.” Charles said and Y/N went to wash her hands after seeing the dogs are getting along great. She sat down to eat.

“Muñeco, do you ever think about getting a bigger place?” Y/N asked.

“Eventually, yes. That way we can raise our future children.” Charles said.

2 years later, 2022, Charles and Y/N now have a huge villa on Monaco after they got married with enough room for their dogs to run around in the grass and a pool. In those 2 years, Y/N adopted 3 more dogs; a border collie, a Carin terrier mix, and an Australian shepherd. Charles was watching TV with their 7 dogs when the door opened and it revealed Y/N with a Euraiser dog, Charles stared at her and Y/N smiled.

“His name is Koda, his owner just abandoned him like straight up went to the shelter and dropped him off, no good reason, no toys for him specifically, nothing. Me dio cosa, Charlie, like you have no idea." Y/N said and since her eyes were tearing up, he got up to hug her.

“My love, I know you love dogs, and I love that about you, you have a big heart, but no more dogs.” Charles said, wiping her tears. Kids barked and Charles looked at him, Koda had his tongue out like he was smiling with his tail wagging. “Nice to meet you Koda, welcome to the family, meet your brothers and sisters.” Charles said. Koda ran to the other dogs. “Don’t be fooled by the size, Mickey is in charge.”

Koda was very happy with his new family. He was playing with Bailey and Bambi very politely using toys but full on wrestling with Sirius, he was very content. Mickey and Hiccup were just observing on their dog beds while Nova chewed on a treat.

“Promise me no more dogs, Y/N.” Charles said, cupping her face.

“I promise no more dogs, muñeco.” Y/N said.

And Y/N kept good on her promise, she was completely devoted to their 8 dogs, taking them to work sometimes for checkups, and it was all going well until.

Present day, 2024, Y/N was checking a Saint Bernard as a full fledged Shelter Veterinarian.

“Rebecca, where did you get the Saint Bernard? It has worms and I’m afraid he was in the same transport van as the pitbull mixes, I need to check them too.” Y/N said, lowering the Saint Bernard and giving him an oral medication to deworm him.

“He was around Nice.” Rebecca answered.

“Interesting. Have the pitbulls been showing symptoms of having worms?” Y/N asked.

“They are relatively chill, I’ll check them right now though.” Rebecca said. Moments later, another employee named Freddie came in with a dog crate.

“You guys won’t believe what I just found by the docks.” Freddie said.

“Why were you by the docks?” Rebecca asked.

“No reason, but look at this.” Freddie entered the vet exams room with Rebecca and Y/N and opened the crate.

“Oh my god, that’s a pregnant yorkie, who would throw a pregnant dog on the streets?” Y/N asked, petting the yorkie. “Looks like she has fleas too.”

“I’ll take care of her, your shift is over. I’ll give you updates on the yorkie.” Rebecca said.

“Thanks, I’ll come in tomorrow.” Y/N said, she said goodbye to her coworkers and drove home.

When she got home, she saw all her dogs playing in the yard but as soon and they saw her, they stopped playing and ran towards her.

“Hola mis bebés!” Y/N exclaimed, petting every single dog. She got their leashes to take all of them out for a walk so they're not cooped up in one area, no matter how big it is. They walked around Monaco, some children wanted to pet the dogs, other people took photos or videos of Y/N walking the dogs, the dogs were very well behaved and nonreactive, Y/N couldn't be more grateful. She walked back home, let the dogs off their leash, and washed their paws before they stepped foot inside the house.

Charles was away for the Imola Grand Prix and he said he was going to call Y/N when she got out of work. Just like he said, Y/N's laptop started ringing, she washed her hands and answere the video call.

"Hola guapo! How's Imola?" Y/N asked.

"It's good, I'm tired of press, you know? Sometimes they ask the same questions and I can't deal with it." Charles said.

"I'm sorry, mi vida." Y/N said.

"It's fine, darling. How are the babies?" Charles asked.

"Very good, I went to that bakery where they make pastries for dogs and they loved it. I'm going to look up recipes so I can bake it for them. My babies deserve the best." Y/N said and Bambi jumped in her lap. "yes Bambi, you're my baby." Y/N saod, petting the Australian shepherd. "As a kid i always wanted one, their coloring is beautiful, and now i have one. I know we can't bring all the dogs to the Monaco Paddock, but do you think we can take Mickey?" Y/N asked.

"What happened to treating the dogs equally?" Charles asked.

"Then can we bring all of them? I want them to know where their dad works. I also really want them to meet Roscoe, we can just hang around, I'll keep them entertained, also who wouldnt want to see dogs before practice or qualifying? Like come on." Y/N said.

"Y/N.." Charles warned.

"Okay fine, our children won't see where you work, but it is unfair, they're going to be all alone in the house." Y/N said.

"Yeah, with a dog sitter who will feed and play with them, walk them, and the dogs have the entire property to run around. I bought the villas so you wouldn't have to worry about the dogs as much and you worry about the same." Charles said,

"I can't help it, they're innocent creatures." Y/N said, hugging Bambi tightly and Bambi liked her face. "Look at her Charles, no thoughts behind those eyes."

"Alright my dear, I have to go, I love you." Charles said.

"I love you too." Y/N said and hung up her FaceTime and thats when she got a call from Rebecca. "Hey Rebecca, whats up?"

"Hey, so the mama yorkie is about 8 weeks along in her pregnancy, she seems healthy, but I am going to give her a diet for pregnant dogs, make sure shes getting a lot of protein and calcium for the last week of her pregnancy to make sure the birth goes smoothly." Rebecca said.

"Thanks for everything, you are the best." Y/N said and hung up. She made her dinner, making a small dog safe version for them of course, what kind of owner would she be if she didn't?

A week later, it was the Monaco free practice 3 and qualifying session, she was in the paddock with Charles since he just finished the free practice.

"You did great, guapo, I'm positive you'll make pole." Y/N said, kissing him.

"Thanks, mon ange, I just really want to win my home race and i'll have a better shot of winning if i make pole." Charles said.

"And you will, baby." Y/N said. She felt her phone vibrate and saw Freddie was calling. "Freddie, what's going on?"

"The mom is going into labor, we need you here, please! I'm still just an assistant!" Freddie panicked.

"Alright I'm coming, did she start nesting in her kennel?" Y/N asked.

"She's arranging chew toys and blankets." Freddie said.

"Okay, try your best to get her into the whelping box, I'm on my way now." Y/N hung up. "I'm sorry, mi vida, I need to deliver puppies, good luck on qualifying." Y/N kissed him goodbye and ran to her car, drove off to the shelter, and went to Nani's kennel, where she was in stage 1 of labor. "How long has she been like this?"

"About 2 hours." Rebecca answered.

"Alright, we just have to wait a little while, she should start dilating in about 4 or 10 10 hours." Y/N said.

They waited those hours and Nani succesfully whelped 4 puppies, 3 boys and one girl. Y/N helped getting the puppies out of the amniotic saca and cut the umblical cord to make the processs easier for Nani. She cleaned and rubbed the puppies until she heard them cry out, once they cried, she put them near Nani. Now Nani was feeding the puppies.

"Alright team, in 8 weeks those puppies could be adopted. Hopefull the mom will be adopted as well. Goodnight, I'm going home." Y/N said goodbye to her coworkers and drove home.

Once home, Y/N saw Charles in the living room watching 101 Dalmations.

"Ma belle, how did the delivery go?" Charles asked, pausing the movie.

"The mom delivered 4 healthy puppies, I couldn't be happier. How was qualifying?" Y/N asked.

"I got pole." Charles said. Y/N screamed in excitement and hugged him.

"i am so proud of you, we should get ice cream or go out to eat, I am starving, i didn't eat." Y/N said.

"Then lets go out, ma belle, I'll go call to see if they can prepare something so it'll be ready when we get there, I'll wait for you to change." Charles said and Y/N kissed him.

"You are the best husband ever." Y/N said.

8 weeks went by and in those 8 weeks, Y/N grew extremely close to Bubbles, the female puppy from Nani's litter. Right now, she was carrying Bubbles, comforting her after her first vaccine.

"Rebecca, he is going to kill me." Y/N said.

"What makes you say that?" Rebecca asked.

"He literally told me that I couldn't get anymore dogs. What do you think he is going to say when he comes home from Hungary and sees her on my lap?" Y/N said, holding Bubble in front of Rebecca's face. Bubbles licked Rebecca's nose.

"Aww come on, who would be mad at a little yorkie?" Rebecca cooed. "Its not like you're bringing home a Saint Bernard, or a Rottweiler."

"Rottweilers are so cute, I would absolutely bring one home if i could." Y/N said.

"You just have to make it seem like getting a puppy isn't the worst thing in the world." Rebecca said, giving the other puppies Chip, Mikey, and Donnie, their first vaccines. Y/N started thinking.

"I got it! I'll make him believe i am having an affair." Y/N said.

"Y/N, that's a little crazy even for you." Rebecca said.

"But it's perfect! I just need to set it up perfectly. Today is Friday, right?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, why?" Rebecca asked.

"I am not cruel enough to make him worry during the important race events like qualifying or the actual race, during free practice should be fine." Y/N said before she sent the text 'Call me tonight at 8, we need to talk' and she showed it to Rebecca.

"Good luck with that." Rebecca said. Y/N filled out the adoption papers for Bubbles and bought everything a puppy needed, she carried Bubble everywhere because until she has all her Parvo vaccines, she is not touching the ground. Bubbles was wrapped in a blanket and was brought home. When she entered the house, all the dogs came up to her.

"Hello everyone, we have a new member joining the family, her name is Bubbles, everyone, be gentle." Y/N said, emphasizing gentle. She lowered Bubbles a little so everyone had the chance to sniff her. They all went their separate ways. Y/N got a text from Charles. 'What do we need to talk about?' Y/N responded 'It is crucial to our marriage that we talk.' She wants to worry him a little. Y/N had already established and good feeding schedule with her, she just needs to adjust her potty spot. When she checked that this is the time she usually does her business in the shelter, she took her outside and let her pee on the patch of grass thats near the pool. When she was done, Bubbles trotted right to Y/N and Y/N picked her up, giving her little kisses. Thats when she heard her laptop ring.

"It's show time." Y/N said, placing Bubbles on the couch with her blanket. "Watch her." Y/N told Nova and Nova moved to the couch, keeping her eyes on the puppy. Y/N answered the FaceTime.

“Petit Chou, what’s wrong? What do we need to talk about? Can’t it wait until I’m home?” Charles asked.

“No no, I have to tell you know, the guilt is eating me alive.” Y/N said, getting teary eyed, if she wants Charles to believe she had an affair, she really has to sell it.

“Mon coeur, you can tell me anything, what happened?” Charles asked, sounding very worried.

“This isn’t easy for me to say, I love you so much, you have to know that, but my job has me very stressed, I feel like I don't have a life outside of work because you are always traveling and I work late sometimes, we are like two passing ships. Please, have mercy on me, understand where I am coming from, I get so lonely when you're not here.” Y/N finished saying and she covered her face, just waiting to hear Charles’s reaction.

“Please don’t tell me you got another dog.” Charles said and Y/N uncovered her face.

“How did you know I adopted another dog?” Y/N asked.

“My love, I know you, you would never cheat on me.” Charles said.

“I could have.” Y/N argued.

“You love me too much.” Charles argued back.

“You didn’t believe me?” Y/N asked.

“Not at all.” Charles said.

“Oh come on, that was phenomenal acting, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said.

“I think you overdid it.” Charles said.

“Well i acted better than you did for that Shell commercial.” Y/N said.

“Forget about it, can i see the dog? Did you get a big one?” Charles said. Y/N moved off screen to pick up the yorkie.

“Actually she’s a little puppy, I named her Bubbles, apparently this awful person put her dog out on the street because she was pregnant so the mama yorkie was actually with us for a while, i supervised the birth, i was bonding with the mom and her litter, but i guess this one really liked me and she would seek me out. Isn’t she adorable?” Y/N said, putting Bubbles closer to the screen so Charles can see her in all her glory.

“She is adorable, can’t wait to meet her.” Charles said,

“Im so excited for you to meet her too! This is the first time we can raise a puppy together, i can take her with me to work for her vaccines, we need a lot of bonding time with her. I honesty hope the other yorkies get adopted though, they’re so cute! I would adopt them all if I could.” Y/N confessed.

“I know you would. Please let Bubble be the final dog, I really mean it this time, Y/N." Charles said.

"Okay, okay, i promised Bubbles will be our last dog...for now." Y/N said.

"Y/N!" Charles shouted.

"Okay okay, te lo juro juradito por las haditas that Bubbles will be our last dog." Y/N said.

"That's more like it." Charles said.

"So how was free parctice?" Y/N asked Charles, placing Bubbles on her lap, giving her a small chew toy since she's teething.

"Well what happened was..." Charles said.

The End

Hope y'all liked it! I know the buildup was VERY long but i wanted to show you how much Y/N loved dogs.

[jmagnabo92]

GGSB Fest 2024 - You're My Hero

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt - hero

When Harry is tasked with a holiday paper about his personal hero, Sirius is surprised to learn that it's *him*.

AO3

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“Hey kid, what are you working on?” Sirius asks, as he sees Harry at the table writing something on parchment.  It’s their first winter holidays that they’re spending together after his breakout and subsequent freedom the previous year.  “Thought you wouldn’t have any homework for the holidays.”

“Oh, erm, McGonagall heard about this… muggle paper… that she wanted us to try writing.  She’s hoping that it might help people see that I’m just an ordinary kid and stop people from treating me differently.”

Sirius frowns.  “Muggle paper … about what that would do that?”

“Your personal hero,” Harry states.  “Since we have to list three reasons why this person – a real person – is our personal hero, she thinks it’ll help people realize that they don’t have three reasons to consider me their hero and might, you know, think of me as a kid.  Not a mythical hero.”

Sirius hums.  “She waited until your fourth year for this?”

“I think she just realized that it was kind of a big deal the last few years and she just finally wanted to do something,” Harry states.  “She mentioned something about your talk with her?”

“Oh,” Sirius offers.  He had had a talk with her after Harry had admitted to some difficulties he’s had with the students in previous years.  Higher expectations, badgering him when he just wanted to go to class, and treating him overall differently.  Harry wants to be normal, and he deserves that.  So, Sirius wanted to deal with that.  “That … explains a lot.  I hope it helps.”

“Me too.”

Harry returns to his paper, and honestly, Sirius is curious about who Harry might write about: Lily, since she saved him?  James, since he tried to protect them both?  Maybe the Weasleys since they tried to be there for him – (not enough for Sirius’ opinion, but to Harry, it probably was)?

He wants to ask, but before he can, Harry says, “It’s not done yet, but … when I’m done, do you – you want to read it?”

“I’d love that,” Sirius says, smiling. 

“Good.”

***

Three days later just before Harry’s about to go to bed, he says, “I left the paper on the counter.  If you don’t like it… I could… write about someone else.  Just … let me know.”

Sirius tilts his head in confusion even as he says, “I’m sure it’s great.  I’ll go read it now.  Have a good night.”

“Night, Pads.”

Harry rushes up the stairs and Sirius moves to the table to read Harry’s paper.

My godfather is my hero because… 

And Sirius can’t stop the “Oh,” from slipping out.  

Harry had written about him.  He – he thought Sirius was his hero.  

He saved me from my relatives, he gave me a home, and he chooses to love me for who I am and not what I am to the world…

Sirius can’t stop the tears rolling down his cheeks as he reads all about how Harry truly felt since the moment that Sirius offered him a home that night that they caught Pettigrew.  Harry had detailed a very long paper about how amazing Sirius was just for simple things like writing letters and making his favorite dinner.  Things like letting him decorate his own room and the fact that he has a legit room to live in.

It's … beautifully written.  The love splashed across the page is hard to miss and it melts Sirius’ heart.  

(Of course, he also wants to kill the Dursleys because basic care for a child should not be hero-worthy, but that’s for another time).  Right now, he just wants to go hug his kid tight and tell him he loves him.

Thus, when he reaches the end of the paper, he gets up to do just that and isn’t surprised that Harry’s anxiously waiting at the top to the stairs.  

Oh right, he sounded like he was worried that Sirius wouldn’t be thrilled with being the subject of the paper.

But he is… he so is.

He rushes up the stairs and pulls Harry into a hug.  

“I love you, Kid, so much.”

“You’re okay with it, then?” Harry asks, still worried despite being in Sirius’ arms.  

“I’m thrilled, kid.  It’s such an honor.  I hope that I continue to live up to the honor of being your hero.”

Harry hugs him tightly back.  “You will, I know you will.”

“Good.”

[endinsosuddenly]

understanding

Ohhh yeah bby lets go chapter 3 - shorter chapter but oh well

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Sirius had been walking forever. Well, Padfoot had been. It’d been a couple of days since he set off to find Harry. He’d had to stay as Padfoot, to not alert any wizards that were roaming muggle London. Sirius had to ditch the flannel, running from muggle dog catchers, the flannel tied around his collar had gotten stuck and ripped on a fence Padfoot squeezed through. Though it was no issue, he was close enough to Surrey to know where he was going. 

Padfoot wasn’t wet from the sea or the rain anymore but he was still ungodly dirty. Sirius liked to stay clean, for the most part, so this was irking him more than anything. He had to put that in the back of his mind though because he was getting close to Surrey and to Harry. Closer than he thought. 

Roaming through the woods as a shortcut, Padfoot caught onto a familiar smell. A familiar smell that sent him running, trying to get to the edge of the forest, and when he saw Harry, it was like seeing him when James placed the adorable baby boy in his hands for the first time. Nostalgia had hit him like the waves until a voice that irked Padfoot so badly rang out, “Mummy look!” A voice very much not Harry, but still, Harry and a woman Padfoot clearly knew as Petunia ran towards the voice. It wasn’t until Harry looked at Sirius that he really felt the weight of it hit him, he was here. He was here and he’d found Harry! But he didn’t have a plan. Didn’t really know where to go from here. 

But he trotted over anyway, acting as gentle as he could. Though, he couldn’t take his eyes off Harry.

Sirius thought he’d look like James. And he did! But that’s where the resemblance stopped as of right now. Sirius could see in his eyes, Lily’s eyes, that there was no trace of James in this little boy. There was a little of James, of course, as Harry was his son, but only tiny seeds. Tiny seeds that hadn’t gotten the chance to grow because of the environment they’d been stuck in. Everytime those seeds would grow, there would be an invisible force stomping them back into the dirt. 

It took Sirius by surprise, seeing the same boy that he saw in Grimmauld’s mirror all those years ago in the one child he’d never wish any kind of harm. Lily was in there too though, kind and caring, but could snap back like a firecracker. Kind and caring when the only thing this child has ever known is misery. 

It was a blur of color, voices, and being prodded at, Padfoot having to stop himself short of maiming the child he’d guessed Petunia’s. But it was worth it, because he’d finally gotten to Harry. 

The car ride was peaceful, after being prodded at the Vet’s, being able to lay his head on Harry’s lap. Though, he couldn’t help what the boy was thinking. Was he wary of the dog? Lucky for him, the answer was no. Harry was happy the dog was there, he thought maybe if Dudley was preoccupied with Padfoot he wouldn’t bother Harry. 

It was silent, going back to 4 Privet Drive until Petunia interrupted the silence.  “When we get home, I expect you to finish up the yard, Harry. Maybe even take the dog out, so my Dudders won’t have to deal with it.” She said cooing at her son, clearly still taking in the idea of even having a dog. Harry suspected she only said yes because Dudley was so precious! ‘Yes’, Harry thought, ‘so precious.’ He wondered what she’d think of her darling Duddy when she found out he was as bright as a broken bulb and as nice as his father, so not at all. Considering his all F’s, and Petunia never saying anything, Harry didn’t think she’d care. “Yeah! And take the dog out too, I don’t wanna deal with all the yucky stuff!” Dudley, loud as ever, ordered Harry. Of course, Harry suspected he’d have to deal with all the actual parts that come with having a dog so this wasn’t very shocking. 

Harry thought the dog was weird. Weird but comforting. He’d always liked animals, snakes, dogs, and cats the most. Though birds were nice too, he’d always wondered what it'd be like to fly, he always imagined he’d like it, especially if the dreams he had were anything to base it off of. But Padfoot was soft, and he seemed to like Harry, which is what took him by surprise the most. No one liked Harry. 

When the four of them arrived at Number 4 Privet Dr. Sirius was .. unimpressed. It was bland, and boring. The yard was the only good thing about it. Petunia got Dudley out of the car first before walking straight to the door, not bothering with Harry. Sirius tucked that interaction into a little corner in the back of his mind for later. Harry gently lifted Padfoot’s head off his lap, “C’mon, Padfoot. Let’s go inside.” 

Harry opened the door, getting himself out (with a little struggle) before grabbing onto Padfoot’s leash and beckoning him to get out of the car. Padfoot, ever obedient, followed and walked next to Harry while he led both to the door. The door was black and opened wide so Padfoot could see the interior.

‘As bland as the outside,’ Sirius grumbled in his head. Harry led him inside, letting Padfoot go in first then closing the door behind them softly. Padfoot could hear voices coming from the kitchen, all sounding prideful and irritating. 

“Here, Padfoot,” Harry led him deeper in the hallway, no longer holding onto the leash (which Sirius was thankful for,) and simply just beckoning him with hand motions. “Let’s go meet Uncle Vernon,” Harry rolled his eyes at Padfoot and when Padfoot let out a laugh like huff Harry looked at him with shock, “Can yo-?” 

“And here it is!” A big bulk of a man came bulldozing from the kitchen into the small hallway, rushing to Padfoot and all but pushing Harry into the wall. Padfoot slightly growled at the motion, looking at Harry first to see if he was alright before directing his glare to who he knows as Uncle Vernon. Of course, they’d met at Lily’s and James’ wedding. It hadn’t been pleasant. 

Sirius had prepared himself to see things that would disturb him, but he promised himself to only intervene as human if it was something serious . He would be no good to Harry if he was locked back in Azkaban. Sirius would never forgive himself if he let Harry, and by proxy, James and Lily, down again. Of course, Padfoot would intervene but Sirius wouldn’t. 

“Look at him! My Dudley sure knows how to pick em’, aye Petunia?” Vernon’s loud voice boomed, beaming with pride that his son found such a fine dog. “I tried to tell him no, but well, he’s very persuasive, I think your advice is working, Vernon!” Petunia grinned at her husband. Vernon had been giving Dudley lessons all about being persuasive and getting a yes when someone says no. Harry thought it was plain bullshit. “That’s my boy! Never take no for an answer!” Vernon playfully wiggled his finger at Dudley, while his son beamed with pride. 

But of course, Harry had to ruin everything.. By existing. “And what are you doing? Just standing there? I believe your gracious Aunt gave you instructions.” Vernon raised his eyebrow at his nephew, “Sorry, Uncle.” Harry grumbled and made his way back outside to finish mowing the yard like Petunia requested. 

The family went back into the kitchen, paying less attention to Padfoot and more to the fact Dudley had ‘persuaded’ his mother. Padfoot rolled his eyes more than one listening to the idiocy spewing from the mouths. He kept his eyes on Harry for the most part, looking at him mowing the lawn, it was a bit difficult since Vernon had got the best mower known to man. It was tall and Harry was not. Padfoot guessed it had something to do with his ‘mistreatment’ because James had always been fairly tall and Lily was above average height as well. 

Though eventually, Dudley wanted to play with Padfoot in the living room. Sirius knew he had to play along for now, even though he really didn’t want to, so he barked and did what he thought Dudley would like before Harry came in and started to cook dinner. 

Sirius was concerned it looked like a habit. 

Harry cooked pork chops with peas and tater tots on the side, Vernon’s favorite on Fridays. He started cooking and Padfoot abandoned Dudley, who whined for a minute before turning on the TV and watching some show Padfoot couldn’t stand. He made his way towards Harry, putting his paws on the counter and helping as much as he could, nudging items, moving the pan with his paws so the pork chops wouldn’t cook too much on one side when Harry was preoccupied with the other ingredients. 

Whenever he would do something like that, Harry would look at him with an incredulous look. More surprised someone would help him, rather than it was a dog helping him. “Can you understand me?” Harry brought up his question from earlier, “It’s okay if you can. I won’t tell anyone. No one would believe me, if I did.” He whispered to Padfoot. Ducking his head down in secrecy,

Sirius thought for a minute. Would it be wise to tell him yes? He thought for a minute and considered Harry knowing he had someone who understood him and loved him was a greater need than Sirius’ own secrecy. Plus, why even be secretive? All Harry had to know was he understood, not the whole situation. 

Padfoot nodded, Harry looked at him in shock. 

Padfoot looked at the stove and whined to Harry, reminding him of his task. “Oh! Right,” Harry scolded himself, quickly focusing back on the food, not wanting to burn it. Not wanting to make that mistake again. “So.. are you.. Like- Like, are you-” Harry sighed in frustration, before putting his hand up in a ‘forget it’ motion. 

Harry knew better than to ask if Padfoot was magic. Magic wasn’t real. Magic was bad. It was a stupid thought, Harry wouldn't bring it up again. Padfoot was just smart. That's it. 

He and Padfoot finished the family's meal, making sure to leave some for himself and Padfoot, discreetly. He would have to go buy dog food the next time they sent him grocery shopping. Until then, he’d slip Padfoot food. Feeding him like he fed himself. 

The family ate, the other family cleaned up the kitchen. Padfoot helped the same way he helped with the cooking process. 

They finished cleaning fairly quickly, Harry already being fast and with Padfoot’s help it took even shorter the time it usually would. Once the family was done eating they cleaned their plates too. 

After cleaning, Harry gets sent to his cupboard. 

“Boy! Are you done cleaning?” 

“Yes, Uncle Vernon.”

“Done with the yard?”

“Yes, Uncle Vernon.”

“Good, maybe you can be good for something.” The family snickered. “Now, go to your room. And so help me boy.. If you wake me up again in the middle of the night..” 

“I won’t, Uncle Vernon, i’m sorry.” Harry clenched his fists while Padfoot growled under his breath, not liking where this was going. 

Padfoot thought he didn’t like it before. He felt disgusted, almost as if it wasn’t him watching this happen, when Harry walked over to the Cupboard Under the Stairs, pulled the door open and he saw Harry’s ‘room.’ 

Sirius stood there frozen before, “You go too, mutt. Dudley doesn't need dog hair all over his clothes. You can come out in the morning. If I catch you barking, you’re going back to the streets.” Vernon barked at Padfoot, the proud façade fading once the surprise of the dog ended. Dudley staring at the TV, braindead. Petunia reading her magazine. 

Padfoot trotted over to the Cupboard, not before 'playfully' nipping at Vernon's ankles, hopping in along with Harry before Vernon bounced over, ever so gracefully, slammed the door and locked it shut. 

Padfoot layed close to Harry, mind still reeling from where he is, the cupboard, how he got here, the cupboard, Harry, the cupboard! He’s in a cupboard. Harry’s room.. Is a cupboard! Sirius let himself think about all the ways he could really earn his murderer title. 

“It’s just you and me now, Padfoot.” Harry chuckled, grimly.

And as Harry’s hand ran through Padfoot’s fur, gently, he couldn’t help but let the anger fade away and his mind clear at his words. 

‘Yeah, Harry.’ Padfoot snuggled closer to Harry, ‘It’s just you and me now.’ 

[thefearedashantis]

Dirty Laundry and Brown Sugar Oats

Pairing: Sirius Black x SAHM! Reader (stay at home mom)

Summary: You’ve had a very busy weekend

Word count: 1.5K

Warning: skipping meals

This weekend had been one from hell. Filled with celebratory moments, but from hell none the less. It started on Friday morning with the primary schools’ spring production. Claire’s class was participating with a little dance routine. Lots of classroom mothers were signing up to assist with corralling the children throughout the day and your youngest daughter had begged you too as well. In her own words “all you do is stay home anyway”.

You weren’t sure what to do with Emmerson at first but Lily had offered to watch him for a few hours, claiming it a perfect opportunity for he and Harry to have a play date. You were extremely grateful. He wouldn’t cause her any trouble. The only person he fussed with was you.

From eight in the morning to five in the evening you were swimming in kindergarteners. Bathroom trains, fixing hair, changing into costumes, breaking up arguments, forcing a quick nap time, practice, and then comforting the snifflers once the performance actually started. The ones that attempted to leap from the stage in a wash of tears, grabby hands extended.

Then Amelia had her spelling bee on Saturday morning. As soon as you'd gotten back with Claire, cleaned her up and made dinner you were off to test Lia on her words. She wouldn’t allow you to stop until she was free of mistakes and hesitance. She didn’t win, but she was abundantly proud of herself for giving it a shot. As were you and Sirius.

Emmy had his doctor’s appointment that same afternoon for some blood testing. He'd been falling ill a lot recently and you thought it couldn't hurt to do a full check up to see if everything was alright. A fresh scratch now pulsed under your eye as evidence of his struggle. And then from there you had to rush to get Lia to her soccer practice, take Claire to ballet and run a few errands around town. You'd spent that night tailoring some of Sirius formal shirts for a few meetings he had coming up in the week.

Sunday morning Remus as well as Lily, James and Harry came over for breakfast. You’d gone all out in preparation. The downside being once you were done you had no interest in the spread of food you’d prepared.

Now it was Sunday evening, the sun only just beginning to dip below the horizon. You’d just managed to get Emmy fed and settled to watch a few minutes of Tv. Lia is at the counter finishing up some homework and Claire is crowding you. Swerving around your legs, just as high as she’d been all weekend on excitement. Every second of every day from the moment she opened her eyes to the moment she closed them it was just demands that you stop whatever you were doing to watch her. For her to perform the same sequence of moves you’d watched her do on stage as if you hadn’t been paying attention then. And again, the other thousands of times she'd done it since.

She bumps herself into your legs from behind sending you stumbling.

“Mom you aren’t watching!”

The laundry basket in your hand tips, bulging with the dirty clothes you’d been putting off washing. A jumble of socks falls from it to the tiled floor. It takes everything in you not to snap, instead closing your eyes for a beat, breathing in and out before bending to reach for them. When you’re suddenly hit with the feeling of the ground shifting. Your vision blurs and your heart gives a painful stutter. An overwhelming ringing pingpongs between your ears and your mind grates to a halt. Where were you? What had you been doing a second ago?

Small hands press into your back. You’ve sat on the ground. The plastic of the basket still slippery in your hold where it rests atop your extended legs. You feel hot. Your stomach is cramping.

A shadow falls across you from above. You force your wavering gaze up to meet Lia’s face leaned over the countertop, frowning and squinting at you. “Mom?”

Claire screams, much too close your ears, her fist pounding into your spine. “You have to watch me! Look! Look!”

“Claire, stop it!” Lia scolds. She hops down from the stool and comes around to stand in front of you. You stare straight ahead at her blue sleep shorts before she squats down to grab at your face.

“Mommy?”

The haze over your mind begins to clear when she squishes at your cheeks gently “I’m fine sweets.” Resting the basket to the side you cover her hands with your own, struggling to swallow around your dry mouth “Just lost my balance there”

Claire mashes her chin into your shoulder, pressing her own cheek against both of your hands “You’re so clumsy sometimes.”

Lia’s still frowning; her eyes a little glassy. She watches you for another beat before bolting upright “I’m going to get dad.”

You pull her back to you in a panic “No! Lia I’m fine.”

Sirius was outside doing some yardwork. Things you’d been asking him to get to for months now. That’s where he’d spent most of his weekend and it made you feel like a bit of a nag. You don’t want to bother him anymore. Especially not for something so minor.

Lia jerks her hand from yours, sprinting for the front door shouting for Sirius.

In the meantime, you shift yourself slowly to rest your back against the cabinets. The effort of it has you breaking a small sweat. Your hands shake as you set the laundry aside.

“Are you sick?” Claire asks, collecting the dropped socks and plopping them into the basket. She presses her hand to your forehead checking for warmth.

“No Clair bear.” But she won’t take that as an answer of course so before she can scuttle off in search of the thermometer you redirect her attention. “Do you think Emmy would like to watch your performance?”

Her eyes light up “You’re right! I haven’t shown him yet.” She leaves you behind, completely forgotten, in search of your youngest. Seated on his playmat in the living room and occupied by the puppets moving across the television screen.

Time seems to jump between a long blink to rest your eyes and reopening them to find Sirius kneeled in front of you. Hair tied up atop his head, collar of his shirt dark and dampened. A smudge of dirt slashes across his cheek. A calm smile spreading his lips. “Are you cozy down here love?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You smell sweaty.”

“Lia, can you get mom a glass of water please?” You hadn’t even noticed her hanging back in the archway, standing so still and quiet with her hands clasped together. She goes without a word.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I can’t get up.” You’d plummet right back down to the ground if you tried.

Lia returns with your water. Sirius takes it from her with a small thank you before cupping your chin. With nimble fingers he tilts your head back slightly, pressing the chilled glass to your cracked lips. “Drink, slowly” He waits for you to down half the glass before setting it aside, watching you intently.

“What did you guys have for lunch? Maybe it didn’t agree with you.”

“We had peanut butter and jelly. Mom didn’t eat any though.” Lia answers 

“And you didn’t have any breakfast this morning my love. Did you eat at all today?”

In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time something of substance passed your lips, food or drink. When your days edged more on the hectic side, you’d sometimes forget they were necessities. A horrible habit you never managed to break.

Sirius reads this in your expression. He frowns disapprovingly at you. “When was the last time you ate something? Not random scraps, a whole meal”

“Breakfast Friday morning” and even that had only been a slice of buttered toast. You were running solely on the clementine you’d swiped from one of Claires classmates, a handful of nuts, and a half cup of tea somewhere else in there.   

“Is she going to be alright?” Lia has sat herself beside you, picking at her fingers anxiously as her eyes rack your body from head to toe. You feel a tinge of shame run through you then. To cause her such worry with your bad habits.

Sirius removes one of the rings from his finger and slides it onto one of hers. It’s far too big but it provides a nice distraction as she spins it absentmindedly around the digit. “Mom hasn’t been nourishing her body properly but she’ll be right as rain once we get some food into her.”

“Are you ready to get up?” he asks you.  

“No” you answer honestly. The room is still spinning.

Smiling reassuringly, he instead makes whispered conversation with Lia, asking what they should feed you. “Something light to not upset her stomach”

“That special ginger tea she gave me when i was sick last week.” 

“What else?”

“Brown sugar oats?” She glances at you for approval “You love oats. With some honey on top?”

“Delicious. Why don’t you go fill the kettle while I help mom to the table.” 

Once she’s gone Sirius turns back to you. He runs his hands up and down your bare legs, refusing to meet your gaze now. “Trying to give me a heart attack, are you?” he grumbles “Lia came outside frantic and I was sure the worst had happened” he pinches you on the thigh. Not particularly hard but enough to convey his upset.  

“Ow”

He soothes it with a kiss “You have to stop skipping meals like that. You have to stay strong and healthy so we can be together until we’re old and gray and Claire ships us off to a retirement home.” 

A laugh startles out of you “Lia would definitely let me live with her. Emmy might be kind enough to house you.”

The laughter dies, a cloud of seriousness rolling in to dampen it.

“Promise me” He must really be fed up with you.

“I’ve been working on it. Time just slipped through my hands this weekend.”

“Promise me” he pushes again.

You sigh, feigning annoyance at the dramatics you so enjoy when he forcibly links your pinky fingers together “I promise.”

“Great!” It’s slow going, but he gets you up off the floor and to the counter “Lia how about we cut up some fruit to go with that?”  

[moonstruckme]

Hi darling I hope you’re well! I have this really noticeable scar on my forehead (much like Harry Potter’s) from me being clumsy as a kid and it’s really been bothering me lately and making me self conscious along with other things and I was wondering if you’d just do something where Sirius is being comforting after a rough week of insecurities. No worries if not😊 Thanks love!

Hi sweetheart, I'm good thanks! Thank you for requesting <3

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 845 words

You’re washing your face, and every pass of your fingers over the divot in your forehead feels like a physical pain. Which is silly, because the scar hasn’t hurt for years. 

It’s been a part of your face for so long that usually you hardly remember it. You look past it, the same way your eyes don’t see your nose because it’s always there. Lately, though, you can’t stop yourself from perceiving it constantly. You find yourself trying to cover it with makeup, tilting your head in conversation in attempt to hide it with your hair, staring into the mirror with a freakish intensity. It’s inescapable. 

You force yourself to tear your gaze from the blemish now, turning from the mirror towards where Sirius is waiting for you in bed. 

He sets down his phone at your approach, spreading his arms extravagantly. “Come here, my darling.” 

You go to them with a sharp ache in your chest, curling up against his side. 

There’s a pause and then Sirius hums, confusion teetering on the edge of concern. “What, not even a little laugh?” 

“You’re not very funny,” you tease halfheartedly. 

“You’re not usually a very particular audience.” 

He slides his palm on top of yours where it rests on the mattress. You intertwine your fingers with his. “Sorry,” you sigh. “Long week. I’m glad tomorrow’s Saturday.” 

You want to languish in your pajamas for the entire weekend. Tune into some mindless show and leave this prickling discomfort behind until you have to go back to work on Monday. 

Sirius brings your joined hands to your stomach, sliding them under your top familiarly. You try not to shiver. Sirius’ hands are always cold. You’d asked once if he thought he might be anemic, but he’d only given you a dry look and a jab from one of his insanely sharp elbows. 

He kisses the soft skin below your ear. “You gonna tell me about it, or do you enjoy keeping me in suspense?” 

“I do,” you say, grinning when he nips at your earlobe admonishingly. You do want to tell him, you find. “No, it’s just my scar. It’s been bothering me lately.” 

Sirius' thumb strokes over your navel, already warmer from your skin. “Bothering you how?” 

“Just bothering me.” You’re glad you’re facing away from him. You’re not sure you could take the intensity of his stare as you divulge your insecurities. “I don’t know, for some reason I all of a sudden feel kind of self-conscious about it. It’s not like it’s tiny or inconspicuous or anything.” 

He hums in silent understanding. For few moments the only sound is his thumb sighing over your skin. “Whenever I notice your scar,” he says, “it makes me think of how you told me you got it.” 

You make a quiet scoffing sound. You’d fallen after climbing too high in an old tree by your house when you were little. The branch had broken right out from under you, and you’d fallen all the way into the road, tearing a big gash in your head on the way down. Luckily there’d been no cars coming towards you, but your mom had nearly had a heart attack and it had made for a late night in A&E. 

Sirius’ hand moves up to your shoulder, pushing down so that you’re lying on your back. You try not to squirm under his gaze, knowing your scar has to be stark and shining in the moonlight coming in from your window. He traces the line with a slender finger. 

“It’s a cute story,” he says, and you can find no teasing spark in his watercolor eyes. “It’s fun to imagine little you, trying to get as high up as you could.”

“Before I took a dive onto a roadway,” you add dryly. He mirrors your grin.

“Technicalities. The scar’s adorable, because you were being adorable while you got it.” 

You feel your smile fade. “I think you’re the only one who thinks that, babe,” you say, trying to maintain some lightness in your tone. You’re not sure if you quite manage it. “I’m pretty sure to everyone else it’s just ugly.” 

“Whoa, excuse me.” Sirius frowns, taking your face firmly in hand. “Nothing about you could ever be ugly. That’s scientifically impossible. It defies the laws of nature. What goes up must come down, beer is homophobic, and you,” he kisses you, warm and pillowy soft, “are a fucking stunner. Every bit of you.” 

You kiss him back, smiling. “You’re such a flirt.” 

“Do you want me to prove it?” He quirks a brow. “Give me a minute to look at you, sweet thing, and I’ll get hard right now.” 

You gag, to his delight, and Sirius rolls on top of you, pinning your hips with his. “Fucking,” he plants a kiss on your jaw, “talk about my girlfriend like that,” he lands one on your lips, “one more time.” 

He works his way up your face, smooching your flushed skin until you’re spit-slick and cackling. He does your scar last. 

[moiravim]

Wolfstar adopting you!! (headcannons)

Fluff!! Parental Wolfstar x Gender Neutral reader/ Harry Potter Sibling Relationship

Remus and Sirius adopted you when you were a tween. They wanted to have a kid without having to deal with all that "baby stuff".

When you turn eleven you get your letter from Hogwarts and they can't be any happier. Not only that, but it turns out that you're in the same year as Harry.

Remus and Sirius have grown from their old ways of teasing the Slytherins and won't care what house you're in. Although, they will get very excited if you are in Gryffindor, and Remus will secretly be extremely happy if you're in Ravenclaw.

If your in Slytherin... They'll initially be shocked, but they really wouldn't be upset at all. Sirius sees you as a "mini Reggie" and cries over this at least once a month. It makes him so much more protective of you. Remus will be very understanding with you and never mentions you being placed in Slytherin. Just know they still love you so so much.

If your in Gryffindor... They will go crazy. Your literally a next generation marauder! They probably threw a party to celebrate. And the fact that Harry is a Gryffindor too? Sirius expects the two of you to become best friends and be the "new marauders" (you and Harry will probably end up becoming friends anyways). They're both just so happy!

If your in Hufflepuff... They'll get so excited. They love all your Hufflepuff friends! They genuinely think that You being in Hufflepuff is what's best for you. They just know you'll be so happy with all the other Hufflepuffs. Although beware, because they may tease you a little.

If your in Ravenclaw... They will be so proud of you! Remus is so happy your a Ravenclaw. He initially wanted to be in Ravenclaw and he's just so happy you get to be. Sirius still thinks that Ravenclaw is the "smart house", but you're the smartest person he knows, so... I guess it works out?

Saturday nights three of you have "family time dinner". You all eat a nice meal at the table and then watch movies together or go out and do something fun.

They like to meet your friends and will let them come over often.

In third year Harry finds out that Sirius is his godfather. Things change a lot then. Sirius feels guilty for not allowing Harry to come live with him sooner, but he honestly thought Harry would be better off with the Dursleys. Sirius gives Harry the option to move in with him, and Harry accepts.

The two of you slowly build up a sibling-like relationship, and soon enough the two of you are inseparable.

Your happy family of three is now a happy family of four. And you couldn't be any happier about it. Now, when your dads are busy working during the summer, you and Harry can go out and have fun.

The two of you often get into mischief, running about Diagon Alley. Your dads are just so happy that they get to raise two mini-marauders.