#and sirius is Minnie's son

[lolo-gay]

One random day in the Great Hall

Bellatrix : The Noble House of Black will always be on top !

Remus : *spits out his pumpkin juice and starts laughing uncontrollably*

Sirius : *blush furiously while trying to get Remus to shut up bc everyone is looking at them*

James : *trying for his deer life (and failing) to understand what's so funny*

Lily : *smirks* *just smirks*

Pomfrey : I KNEW IT ! MY BOY'S THE TOP ! HA ! I TOLD YOU MINERVA ! MY BOY'S THE DOM !

Minnie : *gives her 5 galleons while looking visibly frustrated and glaring at Sirius*

Remus : *laughs even harder if it's possible*

Regulus : *trying to forget the horrible traumatic images that are forming in his head and silently crying*

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

Marauders era incorrect quotes: sirius and minnie

Mcgonagall: I want to be a Mother one day.

Poppy: But you already are.

Mcgonagall: Sirius Black isn’t my son.

Later

Sirius: *writing in his diary* Dear diary, today I was disowned by my own Mother, again. if i had a nickel for every time this has happened i would have to nickel...

[nikolai-alexi]

youre gonna look at him and tell him hes wrong?! Haz, my man, youre onto smth here bedtime is a fucking crisis

james: thanks to remus, my kid has started cursing

remus: what?

james: last night, harry referred to bedtime as "a fucking crisis"

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Invisible: Hermione x Reader {Blurb}

WolfStar!Slytherin!werewolf!Reader x Hermione

Masterlist

Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, reader is a bit of a mess, insults, Hermione hit the reader a few times (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 2199

{Y/N} Lupin had never been invisible. Even on days you tried to be, the whispers and eyes still followed you through the halls. See, you were a bit too much like your father, Sirius. You styled like him. Every weekend, his old leather jacket, hair dyed a deep jet black, nails to match. Minnie would say you had the attitude, more in for a thrill then the consequence. Snape would say your grades were like his as well, just enough to pass and just engaged enough to not be called out. Not that you didn't relish in the attention and laughs you got when a teacher tried to reprimand you, and a very Sirius-like comment or two later, the classroom was full of snickering juveniles and you had one more detention on your record. A record, your father, for the life of him, couldn't tell you what it was for. He got an amazing job as an Auror straight out of school despite it all. If that wouldn't usually keep people a good distance away from you, you had the mind of your dad. Methodical and exact, Remus gifted you a weapon no one could quite match. Well.. until you met her.

Hermione Granger.

You see, nothing good could come of a troublemaker, unless they were a Gryffindor. If your reputation wasn't enough, your rule of kiss and tell would be. You were quite popular with the girls and guys of your year. You knew what they wanted and you entertained it. You understood who you were, a Slytherin, a delinquent, someone so bad yet irresistible. No one stayed later than a week or two, you never blamed them. When they got to know you, when they knew you weren't some fantasy written heart throb, their interest was lost. 

You liked to pretend it didn't hurt. It was good fun now and again, but every time someone stopped coming around you were reminded just what it was. Just the perfect amount of hurt and vulnerability for the next one when they came round. Your coping mechanism was the same thing hurting you, and you became cruel about it. 

You spent most of your days with Theodore Nott, a boy with much the same reputation. Complaining to each other just to fill the silence. If your parents knew you associated with the boy, there would be a riot. A Death Eater’s son, someone you trusted more with the secrets of your heart than your own father.

“So Snape says I have to stay in this Hogsmeade trip to study. Roped some poor third year into helping me.” You groaned and Theodore snickered at this. “Has the toad even seen your grades?”

“Bloody doubt it.” You huffed and took a drag of your cigarette. “Just hope it's not some brat, you know? Odd I have to study with someone younger.” You mumbled and handed the stick over to Nott, but it was intercepted by a pale delicate hand. 

Some girl, maybe only 14 years old, snatched the bud from your hand and dropped it on the cobbled floor. Stepping on it with a huff. She turned to you with a vicious smile. “How very kind of you for being early. Names Granger. Hermione Granger.” She held her hand out and you looked her up and down in annoyance. 

“Don't tell me you're the person who is supposed to assist me.” You scoffed and she smiled brightly. Clearly there was some hidden malice there. You were shocked a Gryffindor of all houses had chosen to throw away her weekend to 'help’ you. 

You huffed and took her hand, shaking it firm before she walked past you. You apologized to Theodore and began to follow her. 

That's how the unlikely dynamic began. That day you did everything in your power to get under her skin, and she yours. You would flirt with her, make crude jokes, ignore the work at any cost. She would badger you with questions you were sure the little lion didn't even know herself.

Your goal was to get her to leave you alone. But she refused.

Every time you were forced to detention study, there she was. It was like torture. You wanted to curse Snape’s very existence, but also thank him on your hands and knees for the opportunity. In normal circumstances, you would never have been able to even talk to Granger. She was so wrapped up in Harry -the chosen one- Potter and Ron -just stop whining- Weasley, you didn't even think about her much. 

That was your downfall, of course. You don't think of yourself as someone to fall, especially for an underclassman, but Merlin she was magnetic. Just enough sass and spunk, a bit of a smart ass but it left you wanting more. You tested the water a few times, but when Summer came around and you were sent home to your dads, you didn't send a letter, neither did she.

You and Hermione’s relationship was purely for studying. You knew there were people in your life that were made for certain times, and Hermione was made for quiet library rendezvous. For whispered flirts and cheeky comments between paragraphs. For daunting questions and electric praise. You just wished you could spend all year between those book pages, knee to knee, pretending nothing outside the library mattered. That you both weren’t helplessly over your heads.

That summer was hell, it felt like you were going through withdrawals. It's likely what it was, considering you wouldn't dream of bringing a smoke into your home. Sirius had a nose for that sort of thing. Though it seemed in your current state all you could think of was the fluffy haired girl. Even when you met some muggles to party with over the summer, even when you met up with some of your wix friends, you had fun but kept thinking about her beautiful eyes. It didn't help that you spent almost every weekend and full moon at the Potter’s, and your aunt Lily behaved so much like Hermione it terrified you. Especially since you were no James Potter.

It was pathetic, you decided. When the next school year came around, you did everything in your power to avoid her. Even getting good grades. Then, like some sick twisted joke, the Yule ball came. Everyone was pairing up and you didn't have the heart to stomach being around Hermione. You knew she wasn't someone to gloat or ramble on about the more feminine things in life, but even if it was just a passing comment you knew you wouldn't be able to take it. Knowing who was going to be whisking her off her feet all night, staring into her playful eyes, getting to see the caged bird fly, when you refused to beg for the key. You knew you weren't worth such a luxury. Hermione Granger was made for people like Krum, a famous Quidditch star, or a boy like Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Even Ron Weasley, a pureblood with a huge family with no real baggage. One that would allow her wings to spread and give her the freedom in her life. 

You caught yourself, thinking with such longing for her was vexing. You never found yourself thinking about forever. Not with anyone, until you met her. What good could you do for her? All you could truly offer was your father’s family’s blood money, your horrid reputation, and your werewolf blood. You knew how the world saw you, considering your father just quit last year because he was one.

When the night came, you and Theodore decided to go together. Most of the night was spent dancing with people who came alone, or each other, even drinking spiked juice when the weird sisters started up. Your eyes locked with Hermione’s, on complete accident. Your breath hitched when you saw her blissful smile turn to a look of hurt and disconnection. Your face fell, whatever joke Nott was on about with the girls you were with went silent on your ears. 

“Hey, man, I need some air.” You muttered to him, still holding Hermione’s eyes. Nott waved you off and you finally broke eye contact and hurried out of the hall.

You grabbed your suit’s coat on the way out. You were wearing a muggle suit, just a white button up, a green vest, black tie, and of course the black coat. You rushed to fix the coat around your sides as you began to turn down the hall. Getting as far away from them as possible.

“Don't you dare!” You heard a shout from behind you. You turned sharply on your heel at the familiar voice. You had never heard it so painful. You locked eyes with Hermione and she stalked toward you. You took a sharp breath and got ready for the first conversation you would have with her from the entire year. “What is your problem!?” She yelled at you.

“Hm? What's wrong, otter?” You played coy and pushed your hair back. You gave her your best smile, but from the look in her eyes you could tell it wasn't working. She scoffed at you and threw her gloves at your chest.

“You,,, You selfish git! I knew I should have listened to everyone! You're nothing but a scoundrel!” She shouted at you, in between shoves to your chest that got weaker as tears filled her eyes. You were stunned, jaw slack and trying to figure out just what to say in this moment.

You eventually grabbed her wrists and cooed at her to take a breath. It broke your heart to see her like this. “Come on now, you know I hate seeing pretty girls cry.” You mused and she huffed. “Don't call me that.”

“What? Otter or Pretty girl?” You asked and she huffed. 

“Both! You don't get to after what you've done!” Her shouts filled the empty hall. You grimaced and sighed. 

“Listen-”

“No! You listen to me!” She shouted over you and you quickly nodded. “I have spent my time at Hogwarts thinking I was invisible. I did my best, I got top grades, and the second people began to notice they acted like I was some kind of disease! Like I was just some arrogant cocky Muggle born who didn't deserve to be here.”

“You do-”

“It’s my turn Lupin!” She cut you off again and you nodded, putting her gloves in your pocket and leaning forward to try and dry her eyes. She leaned into your hands and it calmed her instantly. “I felt so out of place. I felt like I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then I met you,” She whispered and stepped forward. Her arms wrapped around your middle and she hid her face in your suit. “When I talked, you listened. When I asked you answered. You sought me out.. You made me feel like you wanted me around. Like I was special.”

You looked down at her in surprise.

“You were the first person to show me what that felt like. Everyone warned me that you were just a cruel flirt. And I guess they were right. I don't know what I thought, I see the girls you've had before, All pretty and done up, so bold and confident. I didn't even get the luxury to say I lost you like they have. Because I never had you. You never wanted me. You're cruel, {Y/N} Lupin.” She sniffled.

Your eyes were wide and you quickly wrapped your arms around her. Pulling her close into your chest you allowed yourself to press your nose to her hair. You let her cry in frustration in your arms. Not stopping her when she would occasionally hit your side with her closed fist. 

“Say something.” She begged pathetically, sniffling into your chest.

“... I have been torturing myself for months, thinking I wasn't worth your time, Hermione.” You admitted, voice dripping in shame. She scoffed and you pulled some of her hair behind her ear.

“Rubbish.”

“It's true.” You cooed in a playful tone. Pressing your chin to her head. “I was so wrapped up in the idea that you didn't want me back, Otter.”

Her sniffles slowly died out, she pulled back and looked you in the eye. You grabbed her cheeks again and leaned in closer. Your lips were a few inches from each other. You could feel her breath brush your lips. “You wanted me?”

“I want you.” You corrected and leaned in closer. She closed her eyes and her breath hitched. You stared at her, admiring her in the moonlight. You usually hated the moon and what it did to your family, but right now, you couldn't think of a better color for her. Your thumb traced her cupid’s bow and she huffed. “I am still mad at you, Lupin. So I’ll give you a choice.” She whined up at you and you smirked.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Kiss me or walk me back.”

You laughed and moved closer, your eyes lidding. “That’s a big gamble you're making there.” You breathe and she only smirks. “I like my odds.”

[willsolace-loml]

marauders characters as things my friends and teachers have said:

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remus: they say god sends all his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers but i am not strong or a soldier

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pandora: so i was looking at these brown pandas

barty: they make those?

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james: when i was younger i had a fish, his name was bubbles, hes dead now tho

barty: well obviously bubbles isnt blowing bubbles anymore

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marlene: WHY DONT U JUMP OFF A CLIFF AND ENJOY THE RIDE

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remus: maybe im a furry

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sirius: my heart is big but my balls r bigger

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minnie: i dont like teaching but its wut i do

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peter: *pointing to marlene* I WAS PLAYING A GAME ON MY PHONE, SHE TOOK MY PHONE, STRANGLED A MAN, BOUGHT A MILKSHAKE, AND GOT ME SENT TO PRISON!

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lily: *while listening to gangnum style while drunk with james* EEEEEHHHHHHH SEXY LADY (mary)

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regulus: you know wut i need?

james: me

regulus: anti depressants

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sirius: remus is the sexiest of ladies, have u seen his legs

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adult remus: there are coworkers i dont like-

harry: snape

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peter: ugh i hate it when u dont like earl grey tea

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dorcas when she met the skittles: i havent had friends my whole life so why should i start now

(can also go as remus when he met the marauders)

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marlene dunking james' head in the sink: in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit ur cured! u no longer need glasses

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james comes back from winter break and his voice has dropped: hi

mary: WHEN DID THAT COME IN??? YESTERDAY????

lily: laughing her ass off in the background

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sirius: omg its so tiny

lily: js like urs

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barty: *in an american accent, doing italian hand gestures* papa pizza

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regulus: blink thrice if u need assistance

[teaforthotxxx]

I just know that James would give 0 shits about Harry’s grades till OWLS. Like Harry comes back with Os for most of his subjects and James is so shell-shocked.

James Potter: Tell me how you did it. Did’ya charm your tests without Minnie looking.

Harry Potter: *furrowing his brows* Urm no. I just had Hermoine help me a bit. Also, Remus and mum and other dad-

James Potter: MERLIN���S BEARD! PADFOOT! My son’s a natural born genius!! WORMTAIL DO YOU THINK HE TAKES AFTER ME?

Remus, Lily and Regulus who had been tutoring the child in various subjects since birth: (seething)

Sirius Black: OH THE SPROG MUST TAKE AFTER US, PRONGS! He’s going to be the first genius seeker for Puddlemeres!

[blueironywrites]

Title: Home

Rating: PG

Prompt: Coach from @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 241

Summary: Sirius and Remus introduce their newborn son to a very important person.

I am writing a fic for each of the prompts this month. You can read all of them here.

+ + +

Sirius grinned at the sound of his husband's voice talking to his old coach, Minerva.

“All right, buddy,” he whispered to the tiny bundle in his arms. “You ready to go meet Grandma Minnie?”

He watched, transfixed, as his son's tiny forehead creased into a frown. “I know,” he said, softly. “But she's going to love you so much.”

Carefully cradling the baby to his chest, he swung the kitchen door open and was greeted by Remus's tired smile as he walked over to Sirius. “He sleep all right?” asked Remus, kissing Sirius and rubbing a hand over Teddy's head.

Before Sirius could answer, he heard Minerva's familiar voice. “Sirius Black, if you do not hand that baby over to me, I will make you do 20 laps,” she said.

Laughing, Sirius walked over to her. “You can’t make me do laps anymore,” he said, kissing her on the cheek.

“I can and I will, I… oh!” she said, her eyes widening slightly as Sirius carefully placed baby Teddy into her arms.

“There you go, little guy,” he said, adjusting the blanket around Teddy. “Say hi to your Grandma.”

Minerva turned to look at Sirius, completely shocked. “Grandma?” she asked, softly, her eyes glistening slightly.

“Grandma,” said Sirius, leaning into Remus who had come to join them. Remus kissed Sirius’s temple and as Minerva's laugh echoed around the kitchen, Sirius breathed in the warm and comforting sounds and smells of home.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Todays @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is wizard, and I’m doing my best to get back into my more substantial projects, I promise

(569 words.)

“Mr Lupin, you are, without a shadow of a doubt, one of the most infuriating wizards we have had! Would you care to tell me why the entirety of your charms class started laughing uncontrollably apart from you?” Minerva asked, arms folding. He merely shrugged, casual smile playing across his face.

“Dunno, Minnie. Must’ve dodged the charm.”

“And you expect me to believe that? Flitwick has been undoing this all afternoon! I’m going to assume Mr Potter had a hand in this.” Another shrug, and another wave of frustration over Minerva.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

Minerva runs an irritated hand over her face, stopping to rest at her temple for a moment.

“Merlin, I’m going to have to call your parents in, aren’t I?”

“If you wanted to.”

Without another word, Minerva pulled her desk drawer open, grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, and wrote to his parents, purposefully avoiding the phrase ‘little shit’ as she went.

“Wotcher, Minnie!” Sirius chirped, strolling down the corridor and shooting her a smile.

“You haven’t changed one bit, have you?” She said back, unable to hide her own smile at his infectious cheer. Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius’ waist.

“What’s our son gone and done?” He asked, and Minerva exhaled, watching them pointedly.

“Jinxed the entirety of his class into uncontrollable laughter.” A pause, and Sirius chuckled heartily.

“Oh, that’s bloody brilliant! How long’d it take to undo?” Remus, quite clearly biting back his own laughter, turned to his husband.

“Sirius! We have to be adults, here.”

“Please, Moony, we did way worse.”

“Mmm, we did. Still, not the time to go on some big tangent about that time we accidentally made everyone in the castle sing for 6 days.”

“You told him that?” Minerva asked, stunned.

“…maybe. To be fair, I did tell him how long we were in detention for!”

“You told him about how it made us get together.” Remus added.

“Well, you told him about the quidditch commentating incident!” Sirius protested.

“And you told him about chucking all of the Slytherin’s luggage into the black lake.”

“Yeah, I don’t think a lecture from us will be as impactful as we want it to be.” Sirius concluded.

“It’s fine, I’ve got a plan.” Remus waved him off easily.

They followed Minerva to her office, where Teddy was sitting with his arms crossed. He turned his head at the arrival of his parents, smiling like he had done absolutely nothing wrong.

“Hey, dads.”

“Professor McGonnagal here tells us that you’ve been tormenting your class?” Teddy just shrugged.

“Don’t know what you’re on about. No evidence.” Remus swiftly nudged Sirius to make sure he didn’t start laughing again.

“Well, I’m glad I’ll be able to start keeping an eye on you, then!” Remus said cheerfully, feigned relief flooding through his voice. They all watched as Teddy’s face dropped.

“What?”

“Oh, did I not tell you? I accepted a position here. Starting in September. I’m your new DADA professor.”

“You’re not.” Teddy said, voice low, like he was trying to talk Remus out of it.

“Mm, but I am.” He said with a tranquil smile, turning to Sirius, who nodded. Minerva watched the interaction and tried to keep from chuckling.

She hadn’t realised that Remus had accepted the offer yet, but she was so fucking glad that he had.

With a casual clearing of the throat, she leaned in and added,

“You’ll be serving all of your detentions with me.”

[iwastheair]

POV Remus finds out he's straight

JK Rowl!ng: Remus Lupin is straight

Everyone: *laughs*

JKR: Remus Lupin is canonically heterosexual

James: he is?

Lily: he is?

Regulus: he is?

Hermione: he is?

Dumbledore: he is?

McGonagall: he is?

Voldemort: he is?

Sirius *sitting on Remus' lap*: he is?

Remus *cuddling and kissing Sirius*: I am?

JKR: Remus Lupin lives a heterosexual lifestyle, he gets married to a woman and has a son.

James: oh so you are kidding

Lily: he can't even take care of himself

Regulus: Sirius is trans?

Hermione: but there's a war happening?

Dumbledore: he what

Minnie: he what

Remus: I what

Snape: is Sirius the girl?

Voldemort: do they adopt harry?

Sirius: *gets on one knee and proposes*

Remus: *fills out adoption papers*

JKR: No, he gets married to Nymphadora Tonks and she gets pregnant with their son Teddy

James: WHAT

Lily: WHAT

Regulus: is it his?

Hermione: WHAT

Dumbledore: WHAT

Minnie: WHAT

Snape: WHAT

Voldemort *snaps wand in half*: WHAT

Sirius: MY COUSIN'S DAUGHTER???

Remus: HIS COUSIN'S DAUGHTER??

[bl0ssomized]

more 1 am thoughts!! actually no I've been thinking about this a lot but consider

I think I've mentioned once that in my au sirius is the head of gryffindor house (since minnie is now the headmistress). now imagine harry gets in a bit of trouble for always getting into fights with Draco and duelling when he's not allowed so at some point 2 letters from sirius arrive at the Potters' residence. one addressed to Regulus and one to James. Reg's letter would be the formal one, written by "professor Black" stating how mr. Harry Potter has participated in unauthorized duelling much too frequently, inflicting serious damage on fellow students and how there will be consequences if he doesn't change his behavior and all that. meanwhile James' letter is like HOLY SHIT PRONGS HARRY JUST FUCKING OBLITERATED CISSY'S SON HIS EARS ARE NOW TWICE THE SIZE OF HIS FACE I'M SO FUCKING PROUD

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

The Marauders As Things My Friends/Family And I Have Said Part 2:

Sirius: I wanna start a gang war

James: DO IT

Remus: DO IT

Minnie: HERE'S ALL THE REASONS YOU'RE WRONG

Sirius: Annoying over powerful

James: *standing in a corner* I have a cramp. So I have to fix it

Remus: It looks like you're trying to dissolve into the wall

Sirius: Holding up the house?

Peter: I thought they were peeing...

Remus: *on his tenth caffeine source of the day*

Regulus: Your immune system has gotta be screaming for help

James: It's been doing that since they were 5

Remus: It try to kill me first

Reggie: TRUE

Lily: *talking about Snape* He's nice.

James: stops walking He's what?

Remus: Why'd you go boom boom and then yay???

Barty:Repeated "no hibbity dibbity"

Evan: Beetlejuice BEETLEJUICE

James: FORTHELOVEOFGODLETUSTHROUGH gangnam style to intimidate

Sirius: screams "ring" into a doorway

Remus *after catching Jegulus in the commons* : What do you know about the guy your best friend was found with?

James: What do you know about the guy you're running around with? Remus: TOO MUCH

Barty *during a shared trial with Sirius*: For someone who's son is dead, you don't seem-

Sirius: HE'S ACCUSING US

Regulus: I thought I just had a touch of the tism. But NOPE. Depression

Sirius: Is there a trojan horse inside my kneecap? Is there like spartans tryna stab their way out?

Remus: Wow. Almost every word of that was wrong

Snape: falls asleep

James: Put a stick in it

Sirius: WE'D HAVE AN IDIOT ON A STICK

Remus: Y'know, that's a delicacy in france

Barty: Damn, looks like we're all down with the sickness.

Evan: Oh aa-aaa-aa FUCK

Remus: Do you actually need something or are you just being stupid?

Sirius: are those the only two options?

Remus: ....Yes

James: WHOEVER'S SCREAMING YOUR MOM'S A HOE

Remus: I DON'T FUCKING HAVE ONE, YOU TWIT

James: chokes Jesus-

Sirius: I feel like I'm high

James: i wish I was high

Sirius: you wanna get high?

James: we could get high?

Sirius: we can get high

James: Bet

Remus: NOBODY'S SMOKING AT SCHOOL WHAT THE FUCK

Regulus: I should probably eat something

Pandora: Yeah, but you won't

Regulus: I- How would you know?

James: How long has it been since you ate anything of substantial value?

Regulus: like…… A week maybe a week and a half…. Okay point made-

[overdueforarevival]

Whumptober Day 11 - A Million Little Times

'Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist'

Summary: Regulus Black has spent years hating James Potter and yet, somewhere along the line, he became the best thing that ever happened to him. For months, the two sneak around, anonymous to everyone and for a while, they can live in blissful oblivion. What happens when reality comes crashing down on the two and the truth is shown one single time?

Also posted on AO3

‘Make sure nobody sees you leave,’

‘I know,'

‘They can’t know,’

‘I know, sweetheart,’

Regulus is tying James’ tie around his neck, long fingers working deftly and so gently James could almost laugh. He knows why he’s doing it, though. He wants to make sure that nobody will see the bruises now littering James’ neck.

They can never know, Regulus always reminds him. The Quidditch changing rooms are certainly not the most ideal location, but they’re both Captain of their respective teams and know the rota by heart. It’s the only place they can be sure to never be found.

Regulus’ parents will lose it if they ever find out that not only has their son been snogging a man, but a Blood Traitor no less. Walburga and Orion could probably look past James’ inability to produce an heir for Regulus, but they would never forgive him for bedding a Potter.

And James… James might not survive if Sirius were to ever find out that he’d been the one to defile his baby brother. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, truly, it just sort of did. One day, they were screaming at each other across the empty Quidditch changing rooms after a particularly brutal game and the next Regulus had James pinned up against the wall and James was a goner.

‘Same time tomorrow?’ Regulus asks hopefully, flattening James’ tie against his chest.

‘I’ve got detention with Minnie tomorrow. Pete and I jinxed Snape’s last essay to read as a dramatic proclamation of undying love to whoever reads it,’ James apologises. He’s never felt bad for pulling a prank on Snivellus before, but the look on Regulus face makes him regret ever having the idea. ‘Day after?’

‘Hufflepuff are practising ‘til eight and you know what Harper’s like, they’ll be here hours after that,’ Regulus huffs. ‘Friday night? We’re got the pitch, but I’ll have everyone out by half seven. You can come ‘round for eight?’

James smiles and leans forward, pressing a kiss against the boy’s forehead. ‘Friday it is,’

Regulus’ eyes flutter closed at the gesture and James wishes they could stay here a little while longer, but Remus will start getting suspicious. Not that he’d say anything, but Regulus will kill him if anyone finds out, even Remus.

James backs away from Regulus, his hands falling from the boy’s shoulders and he smiles ruefully as they part. It’s not like they’re some kind of long-distance lovers who only see each other once in a blue moon, but it still hurts. Even if they manage to see each other in secret at night, knowing that when they see each other in the day they must act indifferent to each other hurts. If he could, James would avoid Regulus at all costs and yet he’d tear himself apart if it allowed him to catch just a glimpse of him in the hallway.

The stolen looks they dare to risk are enough to keep the oxygen in James’ lungs and, if the corridor is really busy, they might be able to brush arms as they pass. It sounds pathetic, but it’s what James lives for. In a world slowly falling into war and ruin, James will do anything for his breath of fresh air. The small reminder that there is still good in this world. That good is Regulus Black.

James turns around only at the last moment, he always leaves first and then Regulus will follow a while later, turning right to the dungeons while James turns right to Gryffindor tower. He pulls the hood of his robes over his head, keeping his eyes on the ground as he walks. Walking through the Hogwarts grounds in the dark is a difficult task and James has to concentrate to not trip over the roots of the Whomping Willow which must stretch for miles. He doesn’t dare light his wand.

Sirius will be expecting James back soon, he’d told his friends he was out for a run, knowing that even the crisp October air wouldn’t lessen the red in his cheeks by the time he reaches the tower. With every step, James’ heart continues to hammer in his chest, no matter how many times he sees Regulus’ face, the novelty of being with him never seems to wear off. The very moment James sees Regulus Black, he is, well and truly, a godforsaken mess.

James doesn’t take the usual route to the tower, opting for the secret passage Peter discovered in third year that winds through the outer wall. There’s a few windows dotted about and, when James peers out, he can just about see the silhouette of Regulus sneaking back towards his own common room.

It’s late now, nearly midnight, and most of the younger students have vacated the common room in favour of their beds. The only ones left are a few fifth years studying furiously for Slughorn’s potions exam tomorrow. James remembers that one, over half of his class failed and were sure the same fate awaited them in their OWLs.

In the middle, right by the hearth, are his friends. They always wait up for him and he knows it should annoy him, knows that it only makes the likelihood of being caught higher, but it's nice of them. James has the best friends and he hates lying to them, but he knows that Sirius wouldn’t take the news of his relationship with Regulus very well. Sirius has enough going on right now.

Remus is lounging in on a sofa, one hand holding open a book on his lap while the other hangs down and across Sirius’s chest. Sirius always sits near Remus, ever since their argument last year, it’s like he needs to know that Remus isn’t going to leave. It’s a trait James has noticed since they were kids. Anytime Sirius would fall out with someone, Sirius would plaster himself to the person’s side and James hasn’t quite figured out if it’s a sign of loyalty or apology or perhaps something more concerning.

Either way, Remus never seems to mind. Peter is working on an essay in a chair next to the two, parchment wrapped over a book, but he doesn’t seem to be writing much. James can’t blame him, he hasn’t started their Defense essay yet either.

‘Evening, lads,’ James grins easily, hoping that nobody else notices the way his heart is still beating erratically in his chest.

‘Good run, Prongs?’ Sirius asks, looking up at James and for a moment, there’s a flicker of something in his eye. Something like doubt, or perhaps he knows something. No, Sirius can’t possibly know of anything amiss about James’ nightly outings.

‘Yeah, all good. Nearly tripped over one of them bloody tree roots, can’t escape the fuckers anywhere,’ James grumbles. It’s not a complete lie, but not exactly the truth either. ‘I blame Moony,'

‘Oi! Wasn’t my idea to plant a giant fuck-off tree, I’d have been happy with a some chains and a wooden shed,’ Remus jokes, eyes never leaving his book.

‘Wouldn’t you just,’ Sirius smirks slyly, looking up at his boyfriend. Peter gags loudly and Remus smacks Sirius across the face playfully. James laughs at their antics, all the while trying to battle the awful mental image currently trying to take root in his mind.

‘Well on that unsettling note, I’m heading for a shower, you lot enjoy yourselves,’ James tells them, jogging past and up the stairs to their dormitory.

He showers quickly, washing his hair and scrubbing the smell of Regulus off his skin. When he gets out, he dresses in his pyjamas, then wraps his towel around his neck just to be sure. That’s the thing about these illicit affairs, as they reach their end, all evidence is erased and they all move forward as though it never happened a million little times.

Regulus makes sure to spray a little cologne before he exits the bathroom, finding his friends all sitting around their dorm, chatting to each other. Barty and Evan are sitting together, the latter relaxing back against the former and Regulus can see their fingers intertwined on one side. A pang of jealousy strikes through his heart and he hates himself for it. Evan’s parents couldn’t care less about who he dates, in fact Evan once said that he was thirteen when he came out to them. As for Barty, Regulus is pretty sure he lauds his relationship over his father’s head just to spite the man. Regulus wishes he had the guts to do the same.

Nobody will know that James exists in Regulus’ mind. No trace is left behind of Regulus’ whereabouts and nobody will ever even consider the notion that Regulus would do something so preposterous. Regulus Black is and always will be, the perfect heir to his family’s name. With Sirius having been disowned over a year ago, Regulus has taken his place without fuss and this will be his fate until the day he dies.

James’ words echo in his mind for now, promises to always be his and vows that they’ll find a way to be together forever. It’s not that Regulus doesn’t want to be with James for the rest of his life, but he can’t let himself hope. He can’t allow himself to entertain the thought that he could grow old with James and live with him until their dying days. The world will never allow that, not for Regulus. So he won’t hope.

The high will fade as he sits on his own bed, heart still hammering, and joins in the conversation with his friends. Pandora and Dorcas have come over, Dorcas has been quieter recently and Regulus knows she’s planning something, though she isn’t sure what. Pandora keeps casting him sad looks like a puppy watching its owner leave for work.

Even as he talks with his friends, though, chatting about all the work they’ll have to do now that they’ve started studying for their NEWTs, his mind drifts back to James Potter. He’s like a drug and Regulus swore he’d quit, promised himself he wouldn’t let it get this far. Professor Slughorn once told them that drugs lose their potency as you use them more and more, but James works every bloody time and Regulus can’t make himself stop. Every time he catches the boy’s eye across the corridor, he needs to hear his voice, feel their hands clasped together. Regulus needs to stop, but he knows he won’t.

Deep down, Regulus knows that he’s going to keep going even when his parents bring him before the Dark Lord when he goes home for Christmas. Even when his arm is marked with a sign he knows will turn James’ stomach, Regulus will keep going. He’ll keep going until James hates him and it will all blow up in Regulus’ face. One day, he’ll wish he never met James Potter, but for now he’s going to beg for every second with him.

In the end, they don’t even make it to Christmas.

Early November arrives, bringing with it the Scottish bitter cold and one evening when Regulus is busy attacking James’ neck with his lips, the boy comes up with a truly absurd idea.

‘The boys all have detention tomorrow,’ James says breathily, fingers twirling around Regulus’ curls as he sighs contentedly.

‘Don’t make me think about my brother,’ Regulus frowns, sinking his teeth down on James’ sensitive skin, then quickly soothing it with his tongue.

‘Could use my invisibility cloak, bring you up to the dorm. Do this proper, you know,’ James continues and Regulus officially loses his appetite.

‘You want to fuck me in the room where my brother sleeps?’ Regulus pulls away and raises an eyebrow at James disbelievingly.

‘Uh… yes?’ James grins at him sheepishly and Regulus should really refuse the offer because it’s got ‘danger’ written all over it. Even if he can sneak into the dormitory, what if they come back early? What if someone manages to see them? What if the cloak falls off and everybody knows?

What if Sirius finds out?

‘We shouldn’t,’ Regulus sighs, turning away from James because there’s no way he’ll stand his ground if he catches even a glimpse of those doe eyes he’s so adept at. ‘People could find out,’

‘They won’t! Come on, Reggie, think about it! You and me, big four-poster bed… think about all the things we could do.’ James steps forward, hands creeping around Regulus’ waist, prodding gently.

Regulus doesn’t need to see James to know the look on his face. It’s not one he can say ‘no’ to.

‘One time,’ Regulus insists and immediately feels the smirk on James’ face.

‘One time,’ he agrees.

It is, in fact, not one time. Regulus promises himself he won’t do it again, but then an owl brings him a note as he’s getting changed after taking a brutal thrashing from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. James’ friends are celebrating in the Hufflepuff common room tonight, Regulus can come over again.

He doesn’t say no. In the end, he stays the night, hidden behind the curtains of James’ bed, secure in the boy’s arms. It’s the safest he’s felt in years and now that he knows how it feels, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to stop.

Regulus stays the night every Tuesday and every Friday. Sirius always stays late after Gryffindor Quidditch practice on those days to run his own drills and Remus always watches. It’s easy, apparently, to get Peter to stay behind, saying that Sirius could really use a hand or Remus wants the company. James is first back and he lets Regulus in, hidden under the cloak.

As the weeks fly by and nobody finds him huddled next to the Gryffindor Golden Boy, Regulus finds himself lulled into a sense of security, a routine that won’t be broken. And then, Sirius has to have one of his genius ideas.

It happens in the middle of the night, Regulus is sleeping soundly against James’ chest and all of a sudden, there’s a loud crash from the right. James wakes first, jumping so violently that Regulus is shaken out of his sleep as well.

‘I’ve got it!’ Sirius announces proudly to the room, clearly oblivious to how little anyone wants to hear whatever it is he’s got to say at this ungodly hour. It’s still dark out for Merlin’s sake.

‘Not now, Pads!’ Remus groans loudly.

‘Shit,’ James mutters, lifting his head and looking at Regulus with wide eyes. Regulus pushes himself up onto his elbows, frowning.

‘Prongs, I’ve got it! I know what we’re gonna—’ Sirius pulls back the curtains to James’ bed and promptly cuts himself short, jaw falling open and eyes blowing wide.

The two are under the covers, both shirtless (Sirius does not need to know that James isn’t wearing any trousers either) and any idea of bullshitting his way out of this is thoroughly dashed. James sits up slowly, one hand remaining on Regulus’ knee , fingers drumming on the joint nervously.

Regulus stares up at Sirius, eyes locked unwaveringly as all of Regulus’ fears melt away into pure stubbornness. He will not lose this argument, not when James is the best thing that has happened to him in years.

‘What the fuck?’ Sirius deadpans, eyes flicking back and forth between his brother and his best friend, seemingly lacking coherent thought. Regulus continues to stare his brother down.

‘Ever heard of a little something called ‘privacy’, Sirius?’ Regulus asks coldly. There’s a gasp from across the room, no doubt as his voice is recognised by the two boys who can’t see Regulus. James squeezes his knee gently, clearly trying to communicate something, but Regulus isn’t paying enough attention to decipher that.

‘Shittin’ hell, James. You fucked Sirius’ brother?’ Peter is the one to respond when Sirius continues to stare bug-eyed at the two. Regulus opens the curtains on the other side of the bed so he can turn his glare on Peter and the boy shies away.

Remus is getting out of bed now, sliding his feet into his slippers and making his way over to Sirius, a nervous look on his face. Strangely, he doesn’t appear shocked.

‘Sirius,’ he says quietly, reaching out a hand to gently touch the boy’s shoulder. Sirius shakes him off roughly.

‘Don’t,’ he mutters, looking down at James with a look Regulus didn’t think Sirius could ever hold for his best friend. In all of his and James’ antics, he never considered that this could do something to James and Sirius. As long as Regulus has known James, he’s been everything to Sirius, the brother he always wanted to have and at first Regulus resented James for it.

An odd flare of indignation rises up in Regulus' chest and he sits up straighter, putting himself in between James and Sirius. Sirius can be angry at him all he likes, but Regulus won’t stand by and let him look at James like this.

‘You fucked my little brother?’ Sirius says finally, echoing Peter’s words, voice trembling with anger as his fists shake at his sides. Regulus tries to move towards Sirius, but James holds him back before he can pull the duvet away from his lower half.

‘I didn’t ‘fuck’ him,’ James responds firmly, then frowns. ‘I mean, I did, but… that’s not- it’s not… Shit, just hear me out, Pads—’

‘No, don’t fucking ‘Pads’ me, you fucked my kid brother! He’s a kid!’ Sirius shouts angrily.

‘Don’t call him ‘kid’, he’s barely a year younger than us!’ James snaps and Regulus can see the anger forming in his eyes. He shouldn’t be angry at Sirius, that’s his best friend. This wasn’t meant to ruin them.

‘It’s okay, James, he can be mad at me,’ Regulus tries to calm James down, but the boy is springing out of bed and Regulus sees, thankfully, that at some point before they fell asleep he’d pulled some boxers back on.

‘No, it’s not okay, we’re allowed to be together, there’s nothing wrong with us!’ James gestures wildly between the two of them and Regulus absently thinks the uncoordinated movement sums them up perfectly.

‘I never said that, baby, I just—’

‘Don’t call him ‘baby’! What the fuck?’ Sirius is staring incredulously at the two now. ‘Why are you doing this to me? This is- This is- What the fuck?'

That seems to be about all Sirius can manage right now and Remus is, once more, trying to get close to Sirius. It doesn’t work and Remus backs off, staring at the back of his boyfriend’s head worriedly.

‘Nobody is doing anything to you, Sirius,’ Regulus tells him firmly, also leaving the bed in favour of standing next to James, wrapping an arm around his waist. ‘We aren’t doing this to hurt you, we’re doing this because we…’

Regulus trails off there, unsure how to finish his sentence. Sure, he loves James with all his heart and always will no matter how this ends, but he’s never said it outloud before. Not to anyone and certainly not to James and James has never said it either. This isn’t exactly the time for grand announcements or dicey assumptions.

‘You what? Huh, you what? For Merlin’s sake, James, that’s my brother! What is wrong with you?’ Sirius yells at them, face contorting with anger and Regulus is used to that being directed at him, but nobody should look at James like that.

‘Sirius, stop it! Take a breath and listen to them, will you? This is getting ridiculous,’ Remus interjects, appearing to give up listening to Sirius’ clear aversion to his presence right now and pulling his hands down from where they were gesturing angrily at James.

‘No, I won’t listen, Remus. How could you do this, James? You know… you know everything and you still… fuck you, James. Fuck. You.’ Sirius shakes his head, all anger dissipates from his voice as he speaks until he merely sounds defeated. James opens his mouth to say something, but before he can get any words out, Sirius is marching away and out of the door, letting it slam shut behind them.

Regulus flinches as the loud bang echoes around the room and as the silence stretches between them, James pulls Regulus closer. James always knows when Regulus is about to cry and he holds one hand up against the side of Regulus’ face, shielding it from the view of the others. James’ chin rests on top of Regulus’ head which is buried against his neck as Regulus clings to the boy tiredly.

‘It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay,’ James whispers soothingly. Regulus feels the words vibrating in his throat.

‘I’ll talk to him in the morning, he’ll come around. He just needs some space,’ Remus says and James nods awkwardly against Regulus’ head. Regulus doesn’t say a word.

‘Let’s get back to sleep, Reggie, nothing to do about it now,’ James murmurs, steering them back into bed and arranging the covers across the both of them.

There’s rustling and shuffling as Remus and Peter no doubt do the same and James leans over to pull the curtains shut again. As he does, Peter’s voice drifts quietly across the dorm, clearly words only meant for Remus’

[bibliophilicstranger]

Imagine an AU where Lily dies but James lives. Snape will be a dead man once James learns he technically was responsible for leaving him a widow and Harry without a mother

Snape is dead and James killed him, but there's no court in the land that will convict him for it, not when he used the Wizengamot as his murder weapon.

Sirius had wanted to do it himself. James had to physically and then magically restrain Sirius, who'd simply wanted to hunt Snape down and AK him, even if it was in the middle of Diagon Alley. Oh it was tempting but it would do Harry no good to have his father and godfather in Azkaban. Lily would have returned from the grave to kill them both.

No, it had been better to do it legally. To drag him before the Wizengamot, lay out his crimes (and oh, had they rooted into his life to find plenty, from illegal potions to specific acts committed as a Death Eater, before and after he'd turned to Dumbledore), and then deliver a carefully crafted plea for conviction as a man who'd lost his wife.

Even Dumbledore couldn't save him. Nothing he could say about Snape's past or reform could overcome his betrayal of a man who'd saved his life and a woman who'd done nothing more to him than try to be his friend before he'd repudiated all she was. Nothing fixed that he'd contributed to leaving the savior of their world motherless. Even the 'reformed' death eaters had to convict, the evidence was so strong.

(Dumbledore had tried to claim Snape loved Lily, that he'd actually tried to save her, but when it came out that he'd thrown James and Harry under the Knight Bus in exchange, that hadn't helped his case a whit.)

They sentenced Snape to the Veil. It had taken work to get that proposed by a seemingly neutral party. Even Bellatrix had gotten only life in Azkaban and she was as unrepentant as they came. But James and Sirius had wanted a more permanent solution. Death by the Veil was an ancient punishment, but one still on the books. The sentencing vote was narrower, teeth-grindingly narrow, but the Veil won.

James and Sirius are there for the execution, standing shoulder to shoulder. Sirius' expression is as black as his name; James' is no lighter. He doesn't regret saving Snape's life-not when Moony's would have been forfeit otherwise- but there are times he struggles to remember that. The what-ifs pull him under sometimes: what if he'd let Snape die, what if he'd never trusted Peter, never befriended Peter? Sometimes all he can do is lock himself away and sob, until the thought that Harry needs him drags him out again.

Snape's face twists into a snarl when he sees them, anger breaking through the dementor-heightened fear. His last words are insults but they slide off James without effect when Snape is forced through the Veil.

Dumbledore too is there, a disappointed, grandfatherly look on his face, but James can't bring himself to care. This doesn't feel sweet but it is a victory. The world feels a little safer with one fewer Death Eater in it, and James wants his son to be safe more than he wants anything else, including having Lily back. Harry is safe with Aunt Minnie right now, having a sleepover.

"I've got every type of alcohol there is, magical or muggle, back in the house," Sirius wraps an arm around James' shoulders. "Let's go get wasted."

"Yeah, alright," James agrees. Oblivion, if only for a few hours, beckons.

Tonight they'll get drunk and mourn.

Tomorrow they'll get Harry and go see Lily, lay flowers on her grave and catch her up on things.

And maybe the day after that James will figure out how to make the emptiness in his heart stop aching so much he thinks it will consume him alive. Maybe.

[hogwartsthenextgeneration]

Alternative Potter Kids Names

James Sirius Potter - Sirius Arthur Potter.

I get Harry wanted to name his first born son after his father and father figure but also Ginny is literally right there. I chose Sirius over James because Harry actually knew Sirius and James was a bit of a dick. I chose Arthur instead of Fred for Ginny because I imagine she’d have left Fred for George.

Albus Severus Potter - Rubeus Albus Potter.

Hagrid truly cared for Harry and was one of the only people with his best interests at heart. I find it hard to believe Harry and Ginny would choose Severus over Rubeus. I get why they used the name Albus and although I personally think Cedric or Neville would have been a better choice, I’m okay with Albus, just as a middle name though.

Lily Luna Potter - Minerva “Minnie” Lily Potter.

Harry was always going to use Lily for his daughter’s name but I would use it as a middle name. Minerva as a first name makes sense to me. Named after a woman who would have gladly given her life to protect the students of Hogwarts. I didn’t choose Molly because Percy would have already chose that for his daughter.

[aeligsido]

[WM] Prompt 2 — Thriller.

Rating: T.

TW: stalking, implied kidnapping.

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black; guest appearance of Alice Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall.

Additional Tags: spy au, Sirius is a spy, Remus works at HQ, married relationship, Regulus is a kid and they have adopted him.

Summary: The situation escalates quickly.

Words count: 839.

A/N: The ideas for this au are rotating in my head, but until now it was mostly vibes lmao. Good on this prompt for making me write a bit about it finally! Hope you like it ❤️

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Sirius hears the dogs first. Padfoot always barks loudly when they come back to the flat — an adorable habit if Sirius has anything to say about it. Then it’s the gentle tap-tap-tap of small feet hitting the floor, and Regulus bursts into the kitchen with a wide smile.

“Aunt Dorcas gave me a new book!”

“She lets you borrow it,” Remus corrects him, appearing right after their son.

Usually, he would glance over at Sirius and they would exchange a commiserating and fond look; this time, Remus keeps his gaze on Regulus, brows furrowed in a worry he doesn’t verbalize but Sirius knows to recognize.

As they move through their routine, handing over tea and milk and snacks, Remus finally mouths him later.

-

It’s only after they’ve put Regulus to bed and they’re in the middle of washing-up that Remus finally talks.

“When I was driving back after picking up Reggie, there was… well, it’s probably nothing but—”

“It’s not nothing if you worry about it,” points Sirius, handing him a cup to dry.

Remus sighs. “I guess. It’s just, there was this bike, and it overtook us on the road, yeah? It’s pretty normal and nothing to be worried about, but then the passenger turned around and looked straight at me, and I don’t know, I just…”

“Don’t have a good feeling about it?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius lets it sink in. It could be anything, of course, from a too curious person to someone admiring Padfoot who always likes to sit at the front; but considering their jobs, they’ve learned long ago not to take things simply.

“Do you want to tell Minnie?” he finally asks, and Remus sighs once more.

“I don't know. It could be nothing.” He wants it to be nothing, he doesn’t say, but Sirius doesn’t need him to. “Let’s wait a bit? I don’t want to raise the alarm for nothing.”

“Alright.” Sirius dries his hands and kisses Remus’ cheek. “I’m here if you need me.” Then he grins, and adds, “I don’t have another mission for two weeks, after all.”

It gets an amused smile out of his husband, at last. “Colour me surprised.”

-

(They met almost ten years ago, when they both started training at the MI6. They went into different branches, but their friendship remained, and then some more.)

-

Two days later, Sirius decides to pack up the dogs to go visit the office and, maybe, terrorize new recruits with Alice. She has been benched after her last mission, the whole thing a bust and leaving her identity possibly compromised. It’s an annoyance and a half, even more so for Remus and Lily who are left dealing with the possible security leak. McGonagall is too busy dealing with paperworks and overseeing everything to take care of it, and Moody being Moody isn’t useful on that front.

And, well. Both Lily and Remus are formed to take over those particular duties, after all.

Alice uses him as a prop for training up until lunch, where she skillfully avoids her mother-in-law to sit by Lily. As he passes by, he hears them gushing about their toddlers and new gadgets in the same breath, and he can’t stop a snort. Terrifying women, indeed.

Remus is still in his office; he raises his head and smiles at him when he enters.

“Is that food in your hands?”

“You know it!”

Halfway through their meal, Remus notices an urgent mail on his phone; when he opens it, he freezes, and Sirius suddenly knows things are about to get worse.

-

They bring the matter to McGonagall. It’s a simple picture, of Remus walking Padfoot and Moony, but it’s fucking worrying; even more so considering Regulus is on the picture, too.

They up the security; Fabian is assigned to shadow them for the time being; they cite family problems to get their son out of school for now. (They have to hope it's enough.)

-

Three days later, Sirius is doing laundry when Regulus’ school calls him.

“We got someone calling to ask about your son,” says the secretary after the usual greetings. “We didn’t give any information, of course, but I wanted to warn you.”

Sirius’ heart beats a little too fast.

“Did you get a name?”

There’s a shuffle on the other side. “Yes; a woman, Bellatrix?”

Sirius’ breath catches, and he swears a storm as sound as the call is over.

-

(Four years ago, Walburga and Orion Black died, leaving their estranged son a baby brother he didn’t even know existed.

Still, he refused to let the three years old go to his bigoted-probably-terrorist cousin.)

-

“The mission won’t be long, just a few hours at most.” McGonagall promises, and Remus confirms it.

Sirius is not comfortable leaving the city, even for such a short time, but it could give them important data on the Death Eaters, and he can’t be picky when national security is involved.

He leaves at dawn.

-

When Sirius comes back right after lunch time, it’s to the news that Remus has disappeared.

[mxssingmemories]

Crashing Waves

pairing: platonic!marauders x reader, lily evans x platonic!reader, wolfstar :)

Summary: a day at the beach with the marauders!

warnings: none that i can think of!

word count: 1k ish!

Normally,you would absolutely hate the beach. You always used the excuse that you never had time-after all, being in your sixth year at Hogwarts and an honorary Marauder, you were always busy. Whether it be pranking the ever loving shit out of anyone in your way, hanging out with your best friends, or studying in the library with Lily, your schedule was busy all the time.

Unfortunately, it seemed your very best friend James had found a loophole. The minute he strutted in, you knew something was up. He had a shit-eating grin on his face which was rarely directed at you, so you didn't know what to expect.

"Guess what, Y/N?" He asked, smile growing wider.

"Oh Merlin. I don't think I want to know."

"Too bad, mate. I talked to Minnie, and since we're having Summer break in a few weeks, she's letting us take the weekend off over near Hawaii..? I think that's how you say it. I'm not sure." He rambled, excitement visible on his face.

You'd grown up in the United States, only finding out you were a witch when you moved to England after a family tragedy. You'd accepted the idea as best as you could, and on your first day you met the Marauders. They accepted you with open arms, being the people to clap the loudest when you were sorted into Gryffindor. They'd become your family. Even though it irked the boys when you spoke with words they didn't understand, the girls loved it. Lily, in particular, was quite fond of you.

"Are you insane? How the hell did you pull that off?" you asked, quite confused.

"Well, I may have asked Moony for some advice.." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. You immediately took off with a deadly look on your face.

"Moony! Run! Run for your life!" he bellowed, chasing after you.

"Remus John Lupin, get your ass back here right now! You son of a bitch!" you yelled, scrambling through the common room trying to find the offending Gryffindor.

Lily, sitting by the fire, couldn't help but giggle as she watched your antics. Yep, she thought, that's my best friend.

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"You ready to go?" Remus asked the boys (you and Lils included, of course.) At the collective nods, he motioned for everyone to grab a hand . Seconds later, you were all at the coast. Everyone seemed awestruck at the view. The sea was absolutely gorgeous, the clear blue waves crashing against the shoreline constantly.

You honestly couldn't believe that this was all happening. It was a dream come true. You smiled and turned to the boys, watching as their faces lit up.

"Thanks for this, guys," you smiled.

"Of course, Y/N," James said, grinning widely.

"Anything for our favorite girl," Sirius added, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Lily promptly burst out laughing.

"You look like an idiot, Siri!" she said in between giggles, bending over with the force of her laughs. It wasn't too long before her laughter spread, Peter literally howling. It was about thirty minutes before everyone finally decided to sit down in the sand. You took a deep breath, smiling as the salty ocean air flooded your nose. Sirius sat right beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

"Alright, Y/N?" he asked you, sensing you were deep in thought.

"Yeah. I'm just happy I could be here with my favorite people. You guys are genuinely the best, y'know?" you smiled.

"Oh yeah, we know," he said, with a huge grin on his face. Rolling your eyes, you leaned against him.

"You're a pretty good best friend, Pads." you whispered, soft smiles present on both of your faces.

"Y'not so bad yourself, love." he beamed.

Watching the boys run around on the soft white sand with Lils chasing them made you smile even more. It was easy to feel peace here, which is something everyone needed. These days weren't that common in the state of the wizarding world-you, Sirius, Lily and James knew that all too well.

"Wanna play a game?" James asked, sauntering over with everyone in tow.

"Sure. Why not?" you gave your permission.

"Truth or dare!" Peter exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

"...Okay. Fine. Why not." you shrugged, slightly nervous. "I'll go first. Truth or dare, Pads?"

"I don't think there's any right answer to this. Dare?" he hesitated, a panicked look coming across his face as he saw the grin on yours.

"I dare you...to kiss the prettiest person in the room." You knew the reaction this was going to have in the group, teasing smiles breaking out on everyone's faces. You knew Siri had a thing for someone in the group-you just didn't know who.

Sirius leaned over, and, to everyone's surprise except yours, kissed Remus right on the mouth. The game was forgotten as all was silent for a second before all hell broke loose.

"Holy SHIT!"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

"What the fuck just happened."

At the center of it all, Remus and Sirius sat smirking.

"Uh, Lils, why do you look pissed off?" you asked carefully, ready to lecture your best friend if you had to.

"I bet James five galleons this would happen in the common room." she mumbled, dramatically falling back in the sand.

"Oh thank god," you laughed, laying back with her.

"Well. Merry Christmas, you guys?"

"Siri, love, it's almost summer." Remus smiled, staring at his boyfriend with adoration in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah."

You'd thought the day couldn't get any better until you found a cute little muggle beach shop. Since you were the only one who'd bothered to bring American money, you offered to pay for something for everyone.

You ended up buying everyone matching ocean-themed bracelets, vowing to never take them off.

Taking a few magically-charmed Polaroids, you completed the day watching the sun set over the waves. It was beautiful in every sense of the word. When everyone finally got home tomorrow morning, you felt a sense of peace that you hadn't felt in a long time. You felt at home.