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shivstar · 2 months ago

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Hi, I hope you're okay. I have a question about Peter. Do you think he betrayed the Marauders for power? There's a quote where they say that they would have killed him if he hadn't joined (the death eaters) , and Sirius says that they would have died for him if he had remained their friend. I don't know if it's in the books, but if it is. What does that quote mean to you?

(if you don't want to answer that's fine)

Hello Anon!

Whenever it comes to Peter, I think there is a general sense of hatred. Dumbledore has his side of fans and supporter, so does Snape, even Voldemort, Bellatrix even, Regulus! Barty and Evan. Everyone has a little corner.

WHat i think is that Peter Pettigrew is decribed as this fat ugly guy so no one is on his side. She went above and beyond to make it seem that every villian has to have a certainly bad look. Pansy, voldemrt, Peter are all at certain point described how evil exists in their look only.

Often we see discussions on impact Marauders as freind group had on each of them. About how the other three were so concerned for Remus that they chose to go illegal way at probably 13-15 age and offered Remus a real help. How James valued freindship above all. How the marauders as a group must be like a solid wall for SIrius when he ran away.

But in all this Peter is never discussed. As to how the other three must have played a huge part in shaping the Peter who grew up to be self centred.

I am not saying that it is all on the other three. But lets analyse here a bit.

FOr James, in the peak of War, the priority will be something like - 1) Harry, 2) Lily, 3) Sirius, 4) Peter, 5)Remus and so on....

FOr Sirius the priority will be - 1) James. 2)Harry, 3)Lily, 4)Peter, 5)Remus

For Remus the priority will be - 1)His own werewolf secret, as usual at the first place, 2) Dumbledore, 3)James, 4)can be anyone, I don't know, maybe Peter.

So, all three of his freinds, will chose someone before him if they had a chance to save them.

He must have felt not being anyone's priority.

See, Before boxing Peter as a coward one must think that to fight in a war which is so dark and scary as SIrius describes in GOF, one has to have a motivation, a reason to keep on fighting, an anchor to keep reminding you why you began in the first place.

I think Peter was missing that for a long time, Before he ditched everyone and went on tho save himself.

Lets see-

"Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord . . . you have no idea . . . he has weapons you can’t imagine. . . . I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen. . . . He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me —”

“He — he was taking over everywhere!” gasped Pettigrew. “Wh — what was there to be gained by refusing him?”

“What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?” said Black, with a terribly fury in his face. “Only innocent lives, Peter!”

“You don’t understand!” whined Pettigrew. “He would have killed me, Sirius!”

We need to understand that Sirius and Peter and Remus are different person on intrinsic level.

Remus's whole existence is about his lycanthrophy. His first and foremost loyalty is to Dumbledore as the man gave him a chance to live a normal life. But Remus did betray him. Not once but twice.

For Sirius his love language is loyalty. THe people he becomes loyal to are the people he chose to have in his life. For him loyalty is most important, even more than pride, dignity and morals.

For Peter, I think, it summerises to who made him feel better about himself. I HC him as someone whose self worth is nil. He considers himself too less. So, whomever comes along and aids in reducing the hate he harbors for himself, is the one who gets his loyalty.

Sirius declaration that they would have died for Peter is his own belief that he would have done that but Marauders post graduation had a lot of communiaction issues. Did Peter REALLY know that he stll had that level of importance in James and Sirius and Remus's life when all three of them look so busy in their own life and war.

I read somewhere that Peter had been bullied within his friend group. I wouldnt go that far, but I feel that to some degree it is true. The feeling of being the least important is an ugly one. A human's entire belief system crashes knowing that no one need you as you need them.

I don't think Peter craved power or moral high ground, as much as he craved a sense of being needed. Of being important enough to someone.

Marauders supplemented his dependent personality in many ways. In school James is shown to love the way little Wormy is in awe of him. I think for as much as Peter being bad freind is visible to us all, the other three being bad freind to Peter is a given. Praising him on being their yes man. Rather than getting offended of their freind not having his own views.

James Potter is important character in Peter's story. Just like he is in Srius, Remus and Snape's. Once he got married, he didn't need Peter to entertain him in the ways he did in school days. I think had James not married this soon. His attention wouldnt have diverted to a wife, son. He would have been all about war and friendship. The biggest link between the other three was busy playing family and it cost all of them.

But Peter, to me, will always remain a result of not being able to make good decision in tough times and then carrying on the path even knowing that it is the wrong one becasue it is easy to keep walking then to turn around and accpt you did wrong. I would never call him inherently evil. Cruel yes, but so were Remus and Sirius and James. That is minimum criteria of being a marauder. But not evil.

In war the aim becomes to keep on surviving and not living. He needs to be alive to survive. He needs friends to live once he has survived. So, he was ready to sacrifice everyone to survive.

Despite being a person who is fan of both James and Sirius, I don't begrudge Peter in the choices he made at 19 and got stuck in his own trap only because war kicked in the basic human survival instinct, far more powerful that any real sense of belonging he ever felt within marauders.....

#Peter Pettigrew #MWPP #MWPP era #hp marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #Remus lupin

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thebluespirit83 · 4 years ago

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debunking pro-snape/anti-james arguments and putting it on the internet because clearly i hate myself. buckle up. this is gonna be a VERY long post. im ready for the amount of hate i will get; im willing to take one for the team.

1. james forced lily into dating/marrying/etc him

this literally never happened? because its almost as if lily is her own person who is able to stand up for herself-

“I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.

She turned on her heel and hurried away [from james].

-and so she would not allow someone to walk all over her. its almost as if james (canonically) matured as a person, and she appreciated this, realised he was a good person and got feelings for him? because james’ only negative traits were that he was conceited and a show off. people are able to mature and grow from these things! james did this! he did not ‘force’ lily to go out with him!

2. james and the other marauders bullied snape

you know what, i cant even disagree with this one. you’re right - they did bully him. but lets look a little bit at the context.

sirius and james were both upper class, naive white rich boys. they are idiots. they were both stupid smart teenagers!! they were popular! and while this does not excuse the gross bullying snape was subject to-

Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape’s mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him

Several people watching laughed; Snape was clearly unpopular ... Snape was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.

-it (unfortunately) makes sense with context. james and sirius also stopped bullying people, and even expressed discomfort/regret with the way they acted-

“I’m not proud of it,” said Sirius quickly.

“Of course he was a bit of an idiot!” said Sirius bracingly, “we were all idiots!

[sirius talking to remus] you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes

A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it.

-when they were younger! i’d also like to point out these little lines i noticed when i was finding quotes for my argument which snape stans like to ignore:

James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other

I mean, he [snape] never lost an opportunity to curse James

there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James’s face, spattering his robes with blood

wow, look at that. the hate they felt for each other was mutual! snape also jinxed james! but oh wait - james was the one who matured! snape was the one who bullied his son twenty years later because he looked like james!

3. snape didnt abuse the kids at hogwarts

here’s a real argument i saw when looking through some pro-snape posts: ‘snape wasn’t an abuser, because abusers don’t let their victims retaliate, but snape did let the kids talk back to him’

what. the. fuck?!

this is the dictionary.com definition of abuse: ‘to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way’ or ‘to speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about’. i’m pretty sure snape did both of these things-

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”

“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb.

Snape threw Harry from him with all his might.

[hermione’s teeth] "I see no difference."

‘Idiot boy!’ snarled Snape [at neville]

-on multiple occasions. i’d also like to remind you guys that neville’s worst fear is SNAPE?! his TEACHER, a figure that is supposed to be there for emotional and educational support is his worst fear in this entire world?! above the woman who drove his parents to insanity? over failure, over his abusive grandmother, over everything? his teacher? and for the pro-snaper that used this quote-

Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically.

-to claim that it was a joke, it isn’t a joke. because when snape came out of that cupboard, he was terrified. yes, it’s an embarrassing thing to have as your boggart, but the point is is that it is. he is terrified of that man.

4. james only joined the order because his wife was a muggleborn and he ‘had to’

this is just factually incorrect. james had been sticking up for muggleborn rights since he was in school, far before he started dating or even became friends with lily:

“Apologize to Evans!” James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.

“I’d NEVER call you a - you-know-what!”

so this is literally not true!! plus, at least he did join the order, whatever his reasons where (which were canonically good). snape didnt join the order. snape was friends with someone who suffered discrimination in society, and instead of using his privilege to help her and support her, he joined a group that was set on murdering people like her. when james had a friend who underwent oppression (remus/lycanthropy) you know what he did? he illegally became an animagus.

5. snape had to be a death eater to survive at hogwarts as he roomed with blood supremacists

this is the shittiest excuse i have ever seen in my entire life. as a poc, this comment really reminds me of the argument ‘i was raised in a racist white household! i cant control my beliefs!’

you can always control your beliefs. i understand not going on big rants about blood inequality in front of a bunch of supremacists, and i understand wanting to blend and fit in (especially because he was unpopular and needed the support the slytherin boys provided), but i will never understand then becoming an active member of the group yourself. he got the dark mark. he helped voldemort. he was a death eater, and a proud one at that! no-one forced him to join. this argument literally makes my blood boil.

6. snape had a lot of trauma from being raised in an abusive household

okay? so did sirius. so did neville. luna was bullied at school, just like snape. harry lived in an abusive household. did any of those people bully children? did any of those people join a blood supremacist group? and dont get me wrong, im not calling any of these people perfect - they all had a lot of flaws - but none of them hurt another people to the extreme that snape did.

7. snape saved the trio’s lives many times

this is the absolute bare minimum. ‘oh wow, he didnt let harry die!! what a king! he should be respected and praised! we should excuse all of his other actions because he didnt let people die <3′

8. snape is not a perfect person, he also did good that many people overlook

you’re right, snape did do some good things in his life. but unfortunately, for me and many others, doing a couple of good things doesnt excuse all of the shitty, abusive things he did too. we’re not ignoring them - we just dont think they’re good enough reasons to forgive him.

‘but james and sirius hurt others! you ignore all the bad things they did in favour of the good!’ you do the same thing with snape, first of all. second, they did a lot of good stuff. james’ and sirius’ only crimes were being annoying. for being a bit of a dick, conceited, knew they were hot and were a bit entitled. while these things are annoying as fuck, they were also stupid teens that eventually grew out of their behaviour and became better people. not perfect! better. while snape just stayed bitter at the marauders, long after their deaths, and even took his anger out on an innocent child.

9. people only hate snape because he was poc and queer coded

as a poc and queer person, please stop. this is a very bad excuse. being poc and queer (which im pretty sure he isnt, but anyway) doesnt excuse you from your actions. plus, a huge amount of harry potter readers are poc and lgbtq. why would they hate snape for those reasons?!

so thats all i got for today. im not gonna go into a deep snily/jily thing because i literally cannot be bothered. anyway im done. i need to go revise, i’ve already spent long enough on this.

#i wanted to put this in the pro snape tag #but i will be slandered so much if i do #hate on me if you want i dont care #harry potter #the marauders #james potter #pro james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #anti severus snape #long rant #lily evans #jily #flowerpott #anti snily #wolfstar

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sirisuorionblack · 3 years ago

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An unsafe home

Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader

Requested - A Sirius X reader story where the reader is a Muggle born and a Slytherin. So when the tension of the war gets heavy in the castle she gets attacked by some fellow housemates. Maybe regulus is involved? I don't know. A protective and scared Sirius who just realises how violent things are starting to get even at a "safe place" as Hogwarts.

Warnings - Injuries.

A/N So I went a little overboard here and perhaps it may be rushed in the end. And Regulus has got quite a major role in here. Anyways, hope you enjoy @too-many-unhealthy-obsessions

“Another one,” Remus muttered, grimly as his eyes scanned rapidly over the newspaper, ignoring the minimal amount of food he had on his plate.

Sirius sighed, “Who?”

“A muggle-born,” James read over Remus’ shoulder, discreetly placing two more toasts on his place, “In a muggle town. It's not the worst case, she’s been there to meet her parents, and...all of them,”

Sirius winced, “Enough, Remus,” he gently pried the newspaper off his best friend’s fingers.

“It's growing rapidly,” James whispered, “Dunno what's gonna happen next,”

Peter, who sat next to Sirius, shivered. Noticing that Sirius looked at James, subtly shaking his head, asking him to drop the topic.

“Sirius!” A voice called him, happily. He knew the voice way too well for he has heard them rant for hours in the end and he had listened without a hint of annoyance.

Sirius whipped around to look at you, walking towards him with a wide grin, your green robes contrasting amidst the red and yellow on either side. You were different, you were unique and above all you were his. Sirius loved you, loved you more than anything in this world, after all, he had thousands of reasons why.

“Hello,” You greeted him with a big smile, almost startling him to think of how lucky he is.

Sirius pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly, as though you would break if a speck of dust fell on you, but both you and Sirius knew that wasn't true but completely opposite. Pulling away, he placed his forehead to yours.

“You guys are so cute,” Lily cooed.

Sirius laughed as you buried your head into his shoulder, “I know, Evans,”

“But not as cute as us though,” James said, grinning at Lily, who shook her head with a subtle smile on her face.

“I still don't know how I ended up with you, Potter,” she said, kissing his cheek.

You glanced at Sirius and then at the two of them and back at him, “I know what you are thinking, darling,” He said, and then raised his voice, “You need to stand your point, Evans,”

“Oh, shut it, Black,” she rolled her eyes and then laughed.

“Alright, then, ladies and gentlemen,” You pulled away from Sirius and held the strap of your bag tightly over your shoulder, “Unlike you seventh years, we have some real studies to do,”

“Well, the sixteen year olds nowadays are real arses, arent they?” Remu commented, smirking at you.

You scoffed, “Trust me, Lupin, you haven't been with a thirteen year old for very long,”

Regulus joined you as you walked to your Potions class, “How are you?”

Remus chuckled, “She’s not wrong though,” he said to James.

“What the-?” you chuckled at the sudden choice of question.

“Did you complete the potions assignment Slughorn gave?” Regulus asked, skimming through the parchments in his hand.

“Did you?” you asked. Regulus gritted his teeth and shook his head.

You sighed having a vague idea of what might have taken his time. Smiling, you linked your arm with him, “Slughorn loves you, Reg, so, no worries,”

“Woah, look at that, will you?” a group of students blocked your path, the silver and green ties flashing as the malicious smirk on their faces made the two colours look dirty.

“What's wrong with you Black boys, one hanging out with the same mudblood his brother shags,” A girl in the front said, twisting a piece of hair between her fingers, a nasty smirk on her artificial pink lips.

Before you could react, Regulus had his wand out. “Regulus, no,” You warned, tugging his arm, “Let's leave,”

“Aw, to where?” The girl asked, “To that traitorous disappointing scumbag of a lover you have?”

She struck the nerve and she knew it for she let out a maniacal laughter, pulling out her wand from her robes.

“Stupefy!” “Petrificus totalus!” The two of you yelled simultaneously.

Slytherins behind the girl laughed and giggled watching curses fly off from two ends of two contrasting wands and motives.

A beam of red light flew from yours and the girl - Carie, you heard after one of the Slytherins cheered her - ducked it, hitting the buff boy behind her.

His nostrils flared as he held out his own wand, hurling curses towards you just as Carie did. Regulus raised his wand too, trying to fend them off but another Slytherin kid engaged him in a duel of his own.

You were getting exhausted, struggling to keep up with the hexes thrown towards you. Suddenly, there was a different burst of green light from the tip of someone’s wand, hurling right at you.

The next few minutes were spent in a blur - the green beam hit you right in the chest. You gasped, feeling as though the air was knocked out of your lungs as your head spun rapidly. Struggling with proper balance, you felt your body curve into a graceful arc and sensed the shirt of your school uniform get wet. The vicious dancing black spots took over.

On the opposite end of the castle, Sirius sat in his transfiguration class, doodling on the piece of parchment before him and often glancing over Remus’ shoulder at what he is writing.

Suddenly, a violent shiver ran down his body, a feeling of dread settling on his chest.

“What's wrong?” Remus asked, irritatedly, finally looking up from his parchment.

“I dunno,” Sirius mumbled, taking a deep breath and loosening his tie. Remus glanced at him, concerned one last time before returning to his notes.

Sirius glanced around the room for his friends, James was seated before him with Lily, raking a hand through his messy hair and staring at her while she listened intently to Professor McGonagall, Peter was to Sirius’ left, twisting the quill in his hand.

Sirius rubbed his neck, the restlessness rising within his figure as he shuffled in his seat.

The moment the bell rang, Sirius dashed out of the room, not even caring to take his bag as he rushed down the corridor in search of his brother and you.

He found Regulus first. Unfortunately, his little brother stood right before the hospital wing that did nothing to stop the dread rising in Sirius.

“Reggie,” Sirius gasped, “I mean, uhm, Regulus, have-are you alright?!” He spotted the red blotch on the front of his shirt.

“Yeah,” Regulus breathed.

“Then what's this!?” Sirius asked, panic raising to an unwanted amount.

Regulus took a deep breath and shuddered. He looked around the corridor as if expecting someone to be there, once he realised it was after all deserted, he threw himself into his elder brother’s arms, holding Sirius tightly.

Sirius drew a sharp breath as he uncertainly wrapped his arms around Regulus. He could feel his brother shaking, “Reggie, hey, it's OK, I am here,”

“She-they-(Y/N)-” Regulus stuttered into Sirius’ shoulder.

“What's wrong with her?” Sirius asked hurriedly, pulling away from Regulus, who took a shuddering breath and gulped. He raised his hand, pointing towards the hospital wing.

Sirius looked at the door and then back at little brother, the grip on his arm tightened, “Come with me?”

Regulus’ filled with tears as he slowly shook his head, pushing his brother away he ran.

“Reg-” Sirius watched as his brother disappeared into the corner and clenched his shirt tightly, looking down at it, he realised the red liquid - which resembled so much like blood - was now on his white shirt too.

Wiping his tears, Sirius warily walked to push the door of the infirmary open, afraid of what waited inside for him.

The smell of blood and potions filled his nostrils making him flinch. Sirius looked at the bed around except one crowded with nurses, he hoped his (Y/N) wouldn't be there, he hoped.

“Mr Bl- Sirius?” Madam Pomfrey looked at Sirius, her eyes widened. She rushed to him, “What are you doing here?”

“(Y/N),” Sirius said simply, looking behind her shoulder.

“Sirius,” she placed her hand on his arm, “She is not here,”

“Oh? But Regulus said-” he pointed behind him.

A young nurse rushed towards Madam Pomfrey and whispered to her. She sighed in relief and nodded, “Sirius, she is alright,”

“So she is here?” Sirius asked, hopelessly looking around, his eyes were drawn to the crowded bed however he distracted himself.

“Sirius,” Madam Pomfrey moved to stand before him, her hands on his arms, squeezing with motherly affection. She sighed and looked as though she was contemplating something, “She is here. I will let you see her only if you assure me that you would stay calm, am I clear?”

Sirius nodded rapidly and desperately. Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath and guided him to the farthest bed - the crowded one. He felt the air knocked out of his lungs as he realised that, after all, his hope was squashed into a pulp.

You laid on the bed wrapped in a new robe and the infirmary white sheet pulled up to your chest, nurses by you, checking your pulse and pouring measure potions into goblets. Sirius felt his world crumble as he saw your discarded white blouse, it was drenched with blood, the white colour almost invisible; if he hadn’t known better he would have thought you were simply asleep.

Sirius grabbed whatever was next to him, providing support to his shaking figure. His breath came out in struggled pants. The red stain on his shirt is the love of his life’s blood.

Madam Pomfrey watched as the boy shivered and his knees wobbled as though he would collapse any second. She watched as he blankly stared at the ground, his mind, perhaps, occupied beyond necessary that allowed tears to well in his eyes but not drop.

Sirius drew a deep breath as he stumbled towards you, alerting the nurse who glanced behind him at Madam Pomfrey who shook her head.

He crouched before you, one hand cupping your cheek the other resting on top of your hands that laid on your stomach. With Sirius’ wobbling lip he leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“What happened?” He asked to no one in particular, his eyes still scanning your face.

“We don't know,” Madam Pomfrey answered, honestly, “Regulus had barged in with her, she was unconscious,” and she hurriedly added, “She is alright now,”

“When will she wake up?” he asked.

“Within an hour or so,” Madam Pomfrey muttered.

So, Sirius waited, often heaving deep breaths to calm himself. This was supposed to be his home, where he could be safe and protected, where his loved ones could be safe yet here you were.

Every since “Voldemort” was rising, ever since he ran away from Grimmauld Place, ever since the tension between him and his little brother rose, Sirius just wanted to take you away, away to a place where he knew you would be safe and secure, not a thing can harm you. Just you and him, like a family that he always wanted - protected, protective, safe and loved beyond measure.

“Sirius,” You mumbled, squeezing his hand.

“Puppy,” Sirius whipped his head to look at you, “You alright? What happened?”

Gulping, you pulled Sirius closer, resting your forehead against his. Sirius moved so that he was sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards you.

“I love you,” You gently whispered. Finally, the tears that were collected in Sirius’ eyes broke free and rolled down his cheeks rapidly.

Before you could react, Sirius smashed his lips to yours in a wet kiss. It was salty from the tears that still leaked from his eyes.

You pulled away first, hurriedly wiping away his tears although it was of no use, “Sirius-”

“I love you,” he took a ragged deep breath, “So much,”

“I love you too, Sirius,” you leaned to kiss his forehead. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you chuckled wetly, “It's OK, I am alright. Nothing is wrong. I am alright, Sirius, look at me”

“You couldn't have been,” a dry sob racked his body, drawing a gasp to tumble from your lips. You pulled him even closer, holding his hands that cupped your cheeks tightly and allowing him to rest his head on the crook of your neck.

“Please, please, it's OK,” you tried to console him.

Sirius pulled away and wiped his tears as you watched him intently. You tried to sit up and to help you, a young nurse was immediately at your side and that's when you realised there were people watching the interaction.

The nurses understanding the situation shuffled away from your bed to others’.

“What happened?” Sirius asked, shifting closer to you after nodding slightly as though asking for permission.

“Just-it was nothing, Sirius,” you mumbled, lying through your teeth and you knew Sirius found out.

“What happened, darling? Please, please, tell me,” Sirius said on the verge of begging.

You looked around using the time to contemplate your options - You could either tell him and refrain him from marching to the Slytherin common room (which would be definitely hard) or you could not tell him which is absolutely not possible.

You took a deep breath, taking Sirius’ hand in yours, holding it tightly, “I just -I-the Slytherins,” you sighed, “A duel, Sirius, and I missed it,”

“A duel!?” Sirius yelled, his forehead scrunched in confusion, “Who!?”

You were silent making Sirius repeat his question this time even insisting that before, “Carie, Carie Travers,”

The rage that painted on Sirius’ face was unlike anything you've seen before. His grey orbs were ablaze with fire and hatred as his body shook.

“Sirius,” you said, worriedly. He gritted his teeth, nose flaring as he stared at the goblet on the bedside table.

He let out a deep breath, composing himself and he nodded, “Travers, isn't it?”

“Sirius…”

“No, no, don't worry, I won't do anything,” he said, frightening calm.

“Sirius, please,” You said but he ignored it.

“How? How did the duel start?” He asked, looking into your eyes, intently.

“Not now, Sirius, please,” you pleaded, not wanting to deal with it now.

Sirius sighed and leaned in to kiss your forehead, “I'm sorry,”

“It's OK,” you uncomfortably wrapped your arms around his torso and Sirius held you for a few minutes before shifting so that he leaned against the headboard and you protectively within his arms.

It wouldn't be OK. Perhaps, worse but not alright, Sirius knew that, of course, he did but he vowed to himself that he would protect you at any cost even if that means he would have to give his life, “I love you, mon amour,”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x slytherin reader #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #remus lupin #regulus black #regulus black x platonic!reader #marauders #harry potter

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ghostlywritten · 4 years ago

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Ten

James Potter x OC

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

The break passed and life in Hogwarts continued in blissful peace for the next few months. At least for us students. Outside of the walls and grounds of Hogwarts, the situation was getting darker and darker each day. People went missing or were declared as dead, causing chills down our spines whenever the list grew longer with each newspaper.

I sighed, folding a piece of parchment that contained a letter from my parents about their well being. They were alright but had to take a lot of extra hours, giving how more and more muggleborn or halfblood wizards and witches were registered every day and night with the worst injuries at their hospital. Some - if not many - did not make it by the end of the next dawn. A hand snatched the letter from my hand and I glanced over at the messy-haired boy next to me as he unfolded it again. "Ever heard of privacy?" I asked and his eyes widenend in mock-astonishment, "No, what's that?"

His good mood evaporated slightly though after he skimmed the letter and an usually solemn expression graced his features instead. "Things are really getting worse everyday, aren't they?" he asked quietly, catching Sirius' attention from his other side.

"What's getting worse everyday?" he questioned, joining our conversation. Remus, Peter, Lily and Marlene looked up from their sheets as well. We were gathered together in the Common Room, sitting at one table to 'study'. Some would think it odd since we never usually mingled together, especially with Lily's open hatred towards James and everything the Marauders stood for. But ever since he and I got together, everyone consequently spent more time together as a group, surprisingly getting along...most of the time.

"A lot of people are dying or getting injured," James replied, handing me back my letter.

"Mom says, the hospital is being run down. They won't be able to carry so many patients for long," I added, feeling uneasy, "Apparently the healthcare system is close to collapsing."

"That's bad," Marlene commented, worry creasing her forehead, "What's going to happen if this goes on?" Everyone shrugged, glancing at each other helplessly as no one had an answer.

"The Ministry will figure it out eventually," Remus tried to reassure us all, straightening up in optimism.

"Right, they always do," Lily agreed, causing Sirius to scoff quietly. She gave him a challenging look, raising her eyebrow. "You've got anything to say, Black?"

"There is a lot I could say that would certainly not please you, Evans," Sirius quipped.

"Anyways," James cut in before a bicker session could begin between them, "We shouldn't turn our hair grey because of this. We are young! And still have more than a year left in the safest place in the country."

I nodded in agreement, leaning into him as he threw his arm around me. Lily silently flickered her deep green eyes between us.

"But what happens after we graduate?" Peter spoke up with an almost quivering voice as he still looked worried.

"Let our future selfs worry about that," Sirius dismissed.

"We should still have a plan though," Lily pointed out and I allowed a frown on my face after she finally ripped her intense gaze off. She had been doing that a lot lately, staring at our interactions longer than deemed normal. What was her issue? "You know, the teachers are planning to start sessions for career advice with each of us. Having no plan probably won't look good."

"Oh, I already know what I'm going to do," Sirius shot back immediately, smirking confidently, "Auror sounds pretty enticing, especially during this time, doesn't it?"

"Same," James said and I resisted the urge to raise my eyebrows at his confidence, "That or Quidditch," he added as an afterthought.

"I don't know," Marlene mused, "Auror does have a nice ring to it but I always thought I would do something with Potions...," Stunned silence and a collective jaw drop followed. The brown-haired beauty burst out in laughter at our disbelieved looks, shaking her head, "Just joking. You should see your faces."

I rolled my eyes at her. "You really got us there for a second, Marls," Remus chuckled.

The evening passed and even though I would have liked to say we did a lot of studying...we didn't. "Well, Remus and I gotta go," Lily sighed, getting up, "We're patrolling tonight."

"Uh, sounds fun," Marlene commented sarcastically and the red head shot her a look.

"Right, on it!" Remus got up as well, readying himself, "Boys, don't pull any pranks tonight. It will make me look bad."

"But Moony, now is the best time! With you on patrol, we won't get any punishment!" Sirius stated indignantly.

"That's exactly what I mean with making me look bad," Remus remarked with a sigh, "I'm a prefect, mate. Help me out by not doing anything."

The black-haired boy seemed to contemplate his options before giving in with a pout, "Fine, but you owe me."

"Good boy," Remus said, patting his head like a dog, "I'll see you guys later...ladies, have a good night."

"Night, Remus!"

"So, if no pranks are allowed...how about we get a midnight snack from the kitchen and head to the Astronomy Tower?" James suggested and I gave him an offended look even though my heart fluttered at his romantic suggestion. "I am second to your pranks? Really?"

"Of course you are!" Sirius snickered.

"Of course you are not!" James contradicted and it was his best mate's turn to give him an affronted look. "Really, Prongs? You're giving me up for a lass so easily?"

"...Pretty much, yes," James shrugged, causing me to snort.

Sirius pouted. "Can I at least tag along?"

"Me too?" Peter added himself.

"Sorry mates, this time is only for me and my love," James declined, pulling me closer as we got up and kissing my temple. I blushed slightly at his open affection. Ever since New Year's Eve we had become closer and practically glued to each other. I couldn't believe my luck at this point, wondering how I had managed to capture the attention of this charismatic and sweet boy when I was a rather boring girl with a boring life. Yet, here we were, officially together for about four months in and going strong.

After grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen, we headed up to the highest tower in the school. I sat down at the ledge, leaning against the barrier with my arms and resting my chin on them as I breathed in the fresh night air. James settled down next to me, quietly handing me a sandwich I bit into immediately whilst we enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere and presence of the other. The view was magnificent, moonlight reflecting from the slight waves of the black sea and I imagined the Giant Squid breaking the surface with its tentacles from time to time.

"What are you thinking about?" James eventually asked softly and I glanced over. His cheek rested on his crossed arms, eyes locked on my face. I blushed slightly at his gaze, looking back out at the landscape. A tinge of happiness rose in me as I thought how life was for me at the moment. Despite my parents throwing fits because of my career choices, I had a great boyfriend, who supported me in everything. And as cliché as it sounded, he made me feel safe during the dangerous times of war raging just outside of the Hogwarts grounds. Is that what love makes you feel-? My thoughts came to a screeching halt at the l-word before it started racing uncontrollably fast. Love? Did I love him?

"Cec?" James poked my arm, breaking me out of my reverie and I twitched slightly in surprise, "Are you spacing out on me?"

"N-no, I was just...," my eyes flickered around for an escape, "..daydreaming," I ended lamely, pressing my mouth against my underarm.

"Okay?" James raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing me, "Are you cold? You are twitching like a weirdo."

"Jeez, thanks," I said sarcastically, though immediately blushed when he scooted closer, throwing an arm around me. "It's alright, weirdo," he said with a grin, "I'll be your knight in shining amor once again and keep you warm."

"And once again, I gotta remind you of a little magic trick called Heating Charm," I replied with the same grin, warmth spreading through me at his cute gesture. James was full of cute gestures, it was a miracle no one knew that. Maybe, because he had never been able to show this side of him before. I bit my lip, shyly acknowledging the increase of my heartbeat at his proximity, the realisation of my feelings suddenly becoming clear.

I had fallen for that idiot.

Days had passed and I was mulling over how to tell James about my feelings. Should I tell him at all? Should I wait for him to say it first? Did he feel the same anyway?

There was only one person to ask for love advice. Someone, who had helped me before.

"Marlene, should I tell him?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," the beautiful Gryffindor answered immediately with her eyes wide.

"Why not?"

"The boy has to say it first. That's the rule."

I made a face. "Is that really? Or are you just making it up?"

Marlene sighed, grabbing my shoulders. "Dearest Cec. We girls easily fall in love. And we figure it out quite easily, too. A boy usually needs a while longer and if the girl were to approach him with her feelings, he would immediately feel swamped and make a beeline for the next exit. Until he is not sure of his own feelings, I wouldn't tell him."

I frowned slightly, "That's a bit biased, don't you think? I'm sure not all boys would try to run away."

"Oh believe me, they will," Marlene stated almost darkly. Something told me, she was talking from experience but I was not enough of a Gryffindor to dig deeper. She noticed my gaze though and immediately let go of my shoulders, leaning back in nonchalance. "I mean, you can risk it and tell him or you can wait. Personally, I believe waiting is the best. It doesn't hurt now, does it?"

I pondered over her words whilst wandering the halls in search of the one boy, who kept running through my mind. Sure, it wouldn't hurt to wait for him to say it first, but the question was how long would he need to realise it? Could I perhaps quicken it up by just telling him first, making him notice his own feelings faster? Or would it just pressure him to say it, too even if he doesn't mean it? That thought filled me with horror and I swiftly decided to keep my mouth shut.

Though, when I rounded the corner to the courtyard and saw him standing in all his bespectacled, nut brown messy haired glory I couldn't help but suddenly hear my heartbeat loud and clearly, drumming in my ears in a pace it would usually go after a sprint or a run up of blasted staircases. I couldn't help but stop short in my movements to savour the sight of his smile for a second, the same smile he would direct at his mates and me, all the people he loved (perhaps he did actually love me, too), his teeth shining in the sunlight that would occasionally peak through between the many clouds and I decided to tell him my feelings then and there, head slightly dizzy from the once again quick change of mind. But before I took a step forward, my eyes flickered away from him at the reflection of the sun on shiny red hair, rippled in perfect waves and slightly blinding. And then they flickered towards a pair of glistening, emerald green eyes that were smiling at the exact same boy I wanted to talk and spill my feelings to.

I swiftly stepped back in the shadows, wincing at my own behaviour. Why was I spying on them? They were doing nothing but talking, laughing at each other...something I had never seen Lily do with James before. Ever. Wishing I could hear what they were saying I looked back at James, feeling my chest warm at the sight of his smile but almost burn at the realisation who it was directed to. All the people he loved...

'No,' I shook my head, 'We've talked about this before we got together. He made it clear that he lost interest in her...after pining after her for years.' She clearly never reciprocated his feelings, so their not-lovestory was over when he moved on. But what if she did reciprocate his feelings? I thought back on all the times I caught her staring at us. Could it be that she had been feeling something for him all along and was just hiding it? Or didn't realise it until now?

Marlene's lessons on keeping a boy interested crossed my mind. Would trying hard to get work on girls, too? After all, James had been chasing her for years and suddenly stopped paying attention to her. He was even in a relationship. But would that spark an interest in Lily? Certainly not. She wasn't the type to chase after someone, who was taken, not to mention one, who had been annoying her for years. No, she was just befriending him now that he wasn't pining after her, seeing as they were in the same friendship circles. We were all spending more time together, the girls and the Marauders. And as Marlene, Alice and I were starting to get along more with the boys, so was Lily. It was bound to happen that we all grew closer. If anything, it was a good thing.

I relaxed a bit at that conclusion, smiling slightly as they laughed quite loudly at something James said. Back then, when I was obsessing more over other people's relationships (since I had none of my own), I always thought they would get along really well if James hadn't been chasing her in his boisterous and overly-done way. Him, with his wild and goofy nature that would dare her to many adventures, and her, who would be able to tame him and not take it too far, keeping him on the ground.

+A perfect friendship.

A perfect relationship.

My smile faded and I turned around. Despite myself, I didn't dare to reveal my feelings to the boy on that day.

Neither did I on the following days that turned to weeks until we reached the end of the spring and the world slowly turned warmer in the first days of the summer with a turn from April to May. Everything was as normal as it could get when you were friends with the Marauders. Classes were the same, Quidditch practices were the same, we had won the last game against Ravenclaw and were now on first place to win the Cup as long as Slytherin lost against Hufflepuff (which was quite unlikely, but nobody tell James). The Marauders pulled their usual pranks, although they were more tamed than in their previous years and less directed at us girls. James and I were still going to strong...yet none of us had said the l-word even though we had been together for almost eight months by now. And although Marlene kept reassuring me that it was normal for boys to take longer in their admittance for love, all the romantic books that I'd read throughout my teenage years stated otherwise. We should have long since reached that stage to proclaim our love for each other, shouldn't we? Hell, James proclaimed his love for Lily everyday for years ever since he saw her and they weren't even together. It shouldn't be hard for him to realise whether he loved me or not.

This fueled my insecurities more each day that passed without a confession, which caused me to keep my mouth shut about my own feelings, too. Instead I found myself frequently catching James and Lily alone, deep in conversation, whenever I was looking for him after he went missing on all of us. Either at the library, where I had never seen him go as often as now and on his own will, too, or outside at the courtyard or on the Hogwarts grounds with her sitting in the shade of a tree and him dangling from a branch above her, grinning down at her as she laughed whenever his glasses slipped askew from his upside down position. It was practically a picture ripped from the pages of a romance novel. And the burning feeling in my chest would continue.

"Lily and James are getting along pretty well, aren't they?" I commented off-handedly one day. Marlene, Alice and I were sat in the library together, studying for the upcoming exams with Lily having gone to fetch more books. Alice tensed up slightly, her eyes flashing from me to her book whilst Marlene looked up, shrugging nonchalantly. "Guess so. Now that he is not annoying her anymore."

"Right. Good thing," I said, nodding along to her words. Needless to say it was relieving to see that she had the same thoughts as me about this. An expert like her would have caught on if there was something more to their sudden closeness, right? Nonetheless I looked over at Alice, who suddenly seemed very busy with scribbling something down on her parchment. Alice, who out of the three of us was the closest to Lily and who would likely know exactly what was going on. "What do you think, Alice?" I asked her bluntly as she didn't seem to want to join the conversation on her own.

Startled, she looked up and I gave her a tight-lipped smile as I awaited her answer. "Eh, yes. They seem to get along better than before. At least, Lily is not yelling her head off anymore every time she sees him," she replied, laughing albeit nervously. Just then, the aforementioned girl headed back towards our table with four books stacked in her arms. I gnawed on my lip, wondering how to ease the constriction in my chest that had been my constant companion for a while now with the ongoing uncertainty.

"Hey Lily, are you dating someone?" I asked her as she sat down. Her books promptly landed on the table with a bang as she had slackened her grip on them in surprise. I cringed slightly at the glare thrown at us from Madam Pince and Lily mouthed a silent 'sorry' at her.

"What? Why do you ask?" she coughed slightly, glancing at the other girls, who had looked up in interest now.

I shrugged. "Just wondering. You are pretty and someone ought to have to courage to ask you out, now that James is not holding anyone back from it," I laughed slightly at the end, hoping to dissolve the suddenly awkward atmosphere that appeared at my statement.

"She's right, Lils," Marlene thankfully butted in, blissfully unaware, "You are the only single among us and you've been for a while. It's time to get some!" Lily went beet red, reaching over to smack her on the arm as we all snickered slightly. "Jesus, Marlene. That's so inappropiate!"

"What? It's true! You are the only single among us. And someone is bound to have asked you out lately! Right?" the brown-haired beauty pressed on and I had never been more grateful for her noisiness than now.

Lily grumbled under her breath, hesitating slightly before she gave in, "Maybe. Some Ravenclaw perhaps." Our eyes widened and Marlene squealed as quietly as she could. "I'm not interested though!" she quickly added at our excited looks, deflating my relief, "Now drop it. We are here to study." And with that, she successfully ended the topic.

Later at night I met up with James at the Astronomy Tower, our usual spot when we wanted to hang out after curfew. "Hey, how was your day?" he greeted me warmly as I sat down next to him at the edge of the tower, resting my arms against the railing. A cool breezed rushed throughout the tower and James quickly scooted closer to wrap his arms around me before I even started to shiver and I smiled at his sweet gesture.

"Quite well. Studied a lot. And you?"

"Quite well. Pranked a lot," he mimicked, grinning when I laughed slightly. "Which poor soul did you harrass this time?" I asked, resting the side of my head against my arms as I listened attentively to him recounting each prank with great detail, his arm leaving me once in a while to emphasize something but never failing to come back around me. "Sounds like you had a lot of fun today...," I remarked when he ended and he nodded with a beaming grin, "...and when did you study?" His beam deflated into a pout, causing my shoulders to shake in silent laughter.

"I don't need to study," he grumbled nudging me. "Sure, you don't." I nudged him back, slipping to the side and almost under the railing when he nudged me slightly harder. He quickly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back towards him. "Sorry about that," he apologised embarrassed and I giggled slightly, resting against him. "Don't worry, I don't mind this at all," I replied, snuggling my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly towards him. "Mhmm, I'm sure you don't," he chuckled into my hair, his lips grazing slightly against my earlobe and causing me to shiver. I could feel his smile as he deliberatly brushed against my ear again and I squirmed slightly, burying my red face in his chest. "Why so shy all of a sudden?" he teased and I stifled a gasp as he playfully nibbed at my ear. "I'm not shy," I protested, voice muffled. "Is that so?" He tried to back away but I tightened my arms around his waist, firmly keeping my face planted against his chest. "Yes!"

He laughed lightly, promptly dropping on his back and pulling me on top of him. I adjusted my position, placing a leg on each side of his hips and resting my ear on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I could stay like this for a long while," James commented with a blissful sigh as he wrapped his robes around me for warmth. I raised my head to shoot him a smile and he grinned back at me softly. Craning my neck I placed a kiss against his jaw, unable to resist the urge. He quickly pulled me further up, rising up slightly to capture my mouth with his and my eyes fluttered shut as he held the back of my head, his fingers grasping my hair. I fisted his shirt, a swarm of butterflies causing a wreckage in my stomach as he molded his lips against mine, his tongue peeking out to run across my lower lip when a sudden noise erupted somewhere close.

I pulled away quickly. "Did you hear that?" I asked breathlessly as I looked up.

"Hear you moan for me?" James tugged me back down by the neck. "Not yet," he whispered huskily against my mouth. My eyes widened in surprise, heart pounding against my ribcage at his words. He nipped at my lip with his teeth playfully before fully placing his lips against mine again until I almost forgot what had interrupted us in the first place. But the fear of getting caught outside of curfew broke me out of my daze once more. "Seriously, James," I whispered breathlessly, looking up to squint at the doorway, "I think someone's down there. They might come up." James groaned, tugging at my shirt. "No ones down there."

"And what was that noise? What if we get caught?" I asked, sitting up.

"Probably gonna get detenti- uff," he hissed and I glanced down at him to see him holding his breath. "What's wrong...?" I questioned when I realised I had sat up directly on his groin.

Oh.

"Oh, Cec," he breathed out as his eyes darkened, "You really shouldn't have done that." He shot up, crashing his lips against mine before I could get another word out, his hand coming up to entangle in my hair as his other arm wound tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against him. A small moan escaped me when his sudden movement caused his hips to grind against mine as I sat securely between his torso and his slightly raised knees. "There is my moan," he smirked against my lips and I could have sworn my heart stopped at this devilish sight. Breathing out shakily, I took his face between my hands, seeing his eyes soften slightly before I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, unable to restrain myself in any way. He reciprocated eagerly, his hand fisting in my hair as our tongues clashed together. I moved slightly against him, a flash of excitement coursing through me when I heard his breath hitch. "Fuck, Cec," he groaned in my mouth and my eyes almost rolled back in pleasure at the mere sound. He reached down to grasp my thigh tightly, pulling me closer and I gasped against his mouth. His thumb stroke softly over my skin, smiling at the goosebumps erupting everywhere. He let his hand travel up until he reached the end of my skirt. "Can I?" he asked without detaching his lips once and I nodded, resisting the urge to moan when he dug his fingers in the exposed flesh under my skirt. "James," I breathed out as I broke away for air, feeling him shiver. His mouth trailed down to my neck, nibbling on it as I tangled my hand in his hair, his own letting go of my waist and reaching up to undo the buttons of my shirt-

"James and Cec sitting in a tree," an all to familiar voice reached our ears and my eyes snapped open. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" James halted his movements, burying his face in my neck with a groan.

"First comes love!" Sirius sang joyfully as he appeared by the doorway, a piece of parchment in one hand and his wind lit up at the tip in the other. "Then comes marr-holy shit!" His eyes widened slightly at our disheveled figures but his smirk came back as soon as it had disappeared. "My my, first come the babies it seems with you two!"

"Fucking hell, Sirius!" James cursed, turning around to glare at his best mate.

"Hi Prongs!" Sirius greeted innocently, waving his parchment.

"Worst timing ever, mate!" I buried my face in my hand in embarrassment, wondering if our compromising position would go unnoticed if I pretended that it wasn't compromising.

"Sorry Prongsie, your babymaking has to wait. We've got a little something going on tonight," Sirius said, not sounding sorry at all as he nodded outside. I peeked a glance between my fingers to see James' eyes widen under his slightly askew glasses. Glancing over my shoulder I caught sight of the full moon, partially obscured by a few clouds.

"Right, give us a minute please," James requested and Sirius disappeared down the stairs again. His hazel eyes appeared startingly lighter under the shine of the full moon as he grasped my hips softly with both hands. "I've got to go," he said quietly and the atmosphere seemed suddenly serene in contrast to a minute ago.

"That's okay," I replied as quietly, adjusting his glasses once again and he smiled that sweet smile, that one damn sweet smile only reserved for his loved ones and my mouth opened before I could stop myself, "James, I l-"

"Prongs! Hurry up already!" Sirius cut me off from down the stairs. James huffed, rolling his eyes at his mate.

"I'm sorry. I really gotta go," he said and I nodded quickly, scrambling to get up and off him. He adjusted his clothes before stepping closer, giving me a sweet kiss. "Good night, love," he said softly as he fastened up the buttons he had undone on my shirt, "I will see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely. Good night."

Unbeknownst to him, to Sirius and to me, Sirius had just saved me from committing the biggest mistake tonight. Twice.

Chapter Eleven

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I Loved You First

Request: Can u write Severus x reader x Sirius but her endgame is Snape? I love ur one shots btw.

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: (Y/n) likes Snape, but Snape likes Lily, so (Y/n) dates Sirius.

Pairings: Severus Snape x Fem reader, Wolfstar and James Potter x Lily Evans

Warnings: None

“I think I love Lily.”

“Oh, that’s great Sev.” (Y/n) said to her best friend. Her smile as fake as his Slytherin friends. Her heart cracked in two, but the smile remained. “Are you gonna tell her?”

“Not yet.” He shrugged, “ I think I’ll tell her when the time is right.”

(Y/n) gave another smile, this one more genuine, “I’m so happy for you Sev, you should definitely ask her out.”

Severus smiled at her and got up from the ground, “I think she’s by the lake, see you later (Y/n).”

“Yeah, bye Sev.”

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head. Her crush on Severus Snape had been weighing her down for a while. Severus wouldn’t return her feelings because (Y/n) knew that when Severus Snape fell in love, he would be ride or die. All of the pent of emotion escaped from her as tears pooled in her eyes. Maybe it was finally time, time to let go of that crush.

She made her way back up to the castle to study for herbology and transfigurations as all fourth years had exams in two months and she was struggling with the concepts. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, a laugh rang from a group of boys near the steps. “Hey! (Y/l/n)! Done hanging out with Snivillus?” James Potter roared at her.

(Y/n) ignored him and made her way up the steps, only to be stopped by a hand on her wrist. She didn’t hate James and his friends, just found him annoying and loud and she disliked their picking on Severus. “Hey, you’re friends with Evans right?” He asked a smirk lighting up his face.

(Y/n) pulled her hand out from his and snapped, “Yes Potter, I am friends with Lily.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind setting me up with her?” James said, crossing his arms over his chest. A smile played on his face as his cockiness stepped forward.

“I would mind you stuck up, pretentious, snot rag!” (Y/n) scoffed.

(Y/n) pushed past the Gryffindor again and made it into the castle. She was about to turn the corner when Sirius Black’s voice picked up, “Hey, (Y/l/n). I’m sorry about James.”

(Y/n) turned to shout at Sirius, but instead froze at the sheepish look on his face. Instead she muttered out a sarcastic, “Thanks Black.”

“Not an issue and I really am sorry about Potter,” Sirius rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand. “He has a major crush on Evans and, well you know how James is.”

“Yeah, I do.” (Y/n) confirmed looking at the ground embarrassment heating her cheeks.

“I also noticed that Evans and Snape have been pushing you aside recently, and I wanted to invite you to,” Sirius’ gaze fell to (Y/n)’s bowed head, “hang out and study for exams this afternoon?”

(Y/n) looked up at Sirius and gave a wide smile, “Absolutely, I definitely need some help with transfiguration, especially theory.” She stuck out her tongue in fake disgust at the idea and Sirius gave a light chuckle.

She made her way with the boy outside to the group of Gryffindors. All five of them sat in a circle and pulled out their books. (Y/n) noticed that Lupin, no Remus, had the neatest notes and all four of the boys had copied down exactly what was on the board. Having an echoic memory, (Y/n) had copied what the teachers had said as well as the written notes. She began adding points to Sirius’ transfiguration notes when she looked up at the other ringleader.

“Hey, um, James,” (Y/n) commented, “McGonagall talked about how the exam would have a theory component, I know you’re really good at transfiguration, could you help me out with that?”

James laughed and smiled at her,as if he hadn’t insulted Severus less than an hour ago. “Yeah, I’ll definitely help you with that, if you could help us with history of magic, I can never understand how you are acing that class.”

“Of course, I have a really good auditory memory. Bins may be boring, but he knows his stuff!”

Over the next few years, the Marauders, which was what they called themselves, and (Y/n) became a study group and more. The four Gryffindor boys had wormed their way into her heart, and (Y/n) found herself hanging out with Severus and Lily less and less.

It wasn’t just the group that made her insides glow, but Sirius Black had climbed the rungs of her love ladder and overtook Severus in a matter of months.

She confessed her feelings to him one day in sixth year during the Hogsmeade trip and he gave (Y/n) her first kiss in the secret passage under Honeydukes. The Gryffindor/(Y/H) couple was the talk of Hogwarts and they had to catch snippets of privacy whenever they could afford it.

In seventh year, Lily joined their ranks and the group of six began merrily moving through their lives and studies as a friend group. It had been in fifth year when Severus cut ties with (Y/n) and Lily, and though the fire of (Y/n)’s heart still burned for him, Sirius gave her what she needed in a relationship and she was satisfied with that.

It was also in seventh year that Remus disclosed to his friends that he was bisexual. All five others supported him and congratulated him on coming out to them. As Remus lived his truth and began to date men as well as women, Sirius confided in (Y/n) that he too was bisexual and very attracted to Remus.

(Y/n) thanked him for telling her his truth and, as soon as Lupin knew about Sirius’ attraction, her two canine friends began a relationship.

Having broken up with Sirius, (Y/n) turned back to her crush on Severus, confiding in Lily that deepest of secrets. Despite her reservations, as she had somewhat of a dislike for Snape, due to the fifth year incident, Lily almost squealed and wrapped her arms around her friend, jumping up and down.

When NEWTs were over and graduation loomed over the students of Hogwarts, (Y/n) began to speak with Snape again, he was gruffer than before and (Y/n) took it upon herself to bring back that sweet Severus that she knew was in their somewhere.

Departing Hogwarts as friends, they began searching for careers together and (Y/n) was able to pull him back out of his shell for the shortest of times. That is, until the invitation for Lily and James’ wedding appeared in the post. Sev RVSPd ‘No’ right away and climbed the stairs to cry in his bed. (Y/n) attended the wedding and brought home lots of pictures for Severus, even though he denied wanting them.

As time flew by, and Lily’s baby bump grew, Severus’ grief seemed to lessen. His parents had both passed away, leaving him the Spinner’s End home, and he allowed (Y/n) to move in with him. One day, after he came home from job searching to the flat he and (Y/n) shared, Severus found her asleep on the couch. He smiled at the cute sight and felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a while.

Sev made his way to the couch and climbed in behind (Y/n) who rolled around to face him.

He smiled and held her close, his eyes fluttering closed, enjoying the warmth of his best friend and, maybe, something more.

Just as he fell asleep, he heard (Y/n) whisper, “I have loved you since we were fourteen.”

He held her tighter and smiled for the first time in forever.

Author’s note: Again, not all requests will be answered this fast, but please keep sending in requests and asks, I will write everything you send me and answer any questions you have.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #harry potter x reader #x reader #Harry Potter #fem reader #reader is female #wolfstar #james x lily #fanfiction #please request things

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nah-she-didnt · 4 years ago

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I’ll just choose a random one! What about... 17? From the promp list xx

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, I’m sorry it took so long. I just could not get the right angle on it. I actually wrote an entire Hinny response to this, but I accidentally deleted it (womp womp). Anyway, please enjoy this Jily moment!

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All Your Moments

The atmosphere inside the common room was like that of a poorly-attended funeral. Forlorn students milled about the room, still wrapped in Gryffindor scarves and clad in gold and crimson face paint. A lone banner with a large, moving lion lay crumpled in the corner, forgotten after the devastating loss to Slytherin.

Lily sat among her friends in front of the crackling fire. Peter hugged his knees to his chest as he stared dismayed into the flames. Mary and Dorcas began a sullen game of wizard chess, prodding their pieces around the board half-heartedly. Sirius and Remus sat in the same squishy armchair, Remus’ head resting against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius sighed loudly. “Thank god I got disowned, I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of this from Reg if I still lived at home.”

Remus laughed, but Peter’s face remained unchanged. “I can’t believe we fucking lost,” he muttered into his knees.

Remus threw a pillow in his direction. “Buck up, Pete. It’s not like you lost, just your team.”

Peter gaped at Remus. “You know, Remus, you’ve never really understood the beautiful game that is quidditch.”

“At least he understands his Transfiguration homework,” Sirius snapped.

“Boys, boys,” Remus sighed, throwing a sharp look in Sirius’ direction, “let’s not fight, yeah? Tonight’s depressing enough.”

Lily glanced towards the boys dormitory. James had disappeared up the stairs after the game and had not resurfaced since. She knew he had to be hurting right now. Quidditch had been a massive part of his life ever since he started at Hogwarts, and to lose the championship game as captain in his seventh year had to be devastating. At this thought, Lily hoisted herself up from between the squashy couch cushions and stood, shoulders squared, facing the boy’s dormitory.

“I’m going up there,” she said confidently and moved towards the staircase.

Sirius caught her arm. “Lily, no,” he said gravely, “you haven’t been dating Prongs very long, but let me tell you. He is an insufferable crybaby when he loses at quidditch.”

Lily scoffed. “Oh come on, he can’t be that bad.”

“No, he’s worse,” Peter grimaced, “remember when they lost to Hufflepuff in fourth year and he disappeared into the forest for four hours?”

“Maybe he needs a bit of cheering up,” smirked Mary as her knight decimated Dorcas’ pawn.

Lily glared at Mary. “I’m not going to shag him out of his misery, but thanks for the suggestion.”

Mary shrugged. “It would work, that’s all I’m saying.”

Lily very much doubted Mary’s words as she climbed the stairs to James’ room. She remembered that loss against Hufflepuff. James moped around the castle for a full week, barely speaking in classes, which at the time had been a blessing. Now she felt her heart drop when she recalled the look on James’ face as he dismounted his broom on the quidditch pitch, the Slytherin players celebrating and hoisting the Quidditch Cup in the background.

Lily reached James’ door and knocked softly. There was no reply.

“James?” she called tentatively, knocking, again, “are you alright? We thought you might like to join us downstairs.”

There was no response. She knocked again.

“James, I know you’re upset, but please come down. It’s not the same down there without you.” She pushed open the door, but the dorm was empty.

“That was fast,” Dorcas grinned as Lily approached the group again, “bit of a quick draw, is he?”

“Shut up,” she snapped, “Remus, I need the map.”

Remus frowned. “What makes you think I have it?”

“Because that map is like your baby, now hand it over.”

Remus grumbled but reached into his pocket for the map. Lily snatched it out of his hand and started to scan the corridors for James.

“He must have slipped out under the invisibility cloak,” she murmured as she searched.

“I’m telling you,” Peter sighed, “he’s off to the forest. Someday we’ll tell our kids, ‘oh yeah, I remember James Potter. He was a giant sore loser who marched into the forest one day, never to be seen again.’”

Lily ignored this, her eyes sweeping over the Hogwarts grounds. Finally, she spotted him. “Gotcha.”

She triumphantly stuffed the map into her pocket. Remus flinched at the way she manhandled his craftsmanship, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment.

“Right, I’m off to find my crybaby boyfriend, pray that I don’t get caught by Filch.” The others echoed calls of luck as she made her way out of the dormitory.

The castle was dark and silent as she crept along the walls. Every shadow was Filch, every squeaking mouse was Mrs. Norris. She realized about halfway to the entrance hall that she was in a stupidly vulnerable position. She knew that if she were caught she could just say she was out of bed on official Head Girl business. However, if she ran into any Slytherins on her way out, she would almost certainly be outnumbered. She forced herself not to think about that possibility and pressed on.

She stopped just before the great oak doors to the castle and pulled the map out of her pocket again. There he was, still sitting motionless in the middle of the quidditch pitch. Drama queen, she thought as she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. No, she needed to compose herself and support him now.

The night air was crisp and warm, not quite the oppressive heat of summer but still pleasant enough without her cloak. She traipsed through the grass damp with mist and across the grounds towards the pitch.

She didn’t know as much about quidditch as some of her friends, but even she could tell that James had played badly that day. He seemed distracted, like he was always one step behind his teammates. In one particularly bad moment James had turned his head to bark orders at his keeper and completely missed the bludger that soared right into his throwing arm. He played out the rest of the game, but he hadn’t been able to make any more goals.

Lily halted at the entrance to the pitch and scanned the dark grass. The pitch appeared empty, but Lily knew better.

“Oi, Potter!” she shouted into the night.

A moment of silence passed. Then a floating head popped into view.

“Over here,” he called. She could hear the defeat in his voice.

She walked the length of the pitch until she was level with James, then plopped to the ground beside him. The water from the grass beneath them soaked through her knee high socks.

“You don’t play fair,” he muttered miserably, “I came out here to mope away from everyone, but you got the map off Remus, didn’t you?”

She grimaced. “I didn’t want you to be all alone.”

James glanced up to the goal posts in front of them. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ll never play another proper game of quidditch. The whole time leading up to the game all I could think about was winning, but I never thought to just enjoy my last moments up there.”

Lily nodded and reached out to clasp his hand. “I’m sorry, James. You’ll play quidditch again someday.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, eyes still pointed to the skies, “but it won’t be the same. I’ll get over it, I suppose, but I wish I’d played well enough to remember it fondly.”

Lily didn’t know what to say to this. She knew she couldn’t disagree with him. He knew as well as anyone that he played poorly that day, and any attempt to contradict him seemed feeble. She offered him a small smile.

“You know, you have your whole life ahead of you. You’re an incredible man. You’ll do things that are much more important than winning the quidditch cup.”

He laughed and squeezed her hand. “That doesn’t help as much as I’m sure you intended, but thank you.”

Lily tugged at him. “Come on, let’s get you inside. Everyone’s waiting in the Common Room.”

James shook his head. “No, I just want to remember this place for a bit. But could you stay with me? Honestly, after this shit day, I just want a hug.”

She nodded, and they laid back in the grass together, gazing up at the sky. She rested her head against his chest and draped an arm across his waist. They lay in silence for a few minutes, listening to the light wind whip across the open field. Lily could feel water soaking the back of her sweater now, but she didn’t care.

She never knew how nice it would be to share his failures with him as well as his triumphs. Here he was, solemn and dejected, but still open. She realized in that moment how much she wanted from him. She wanted all his moments, his great booming laughter and his silent disappointment. Every new emotion with him felt right.

James finally smiled over at her through the blades of grass that separated them. “I’m a real joy to be around right now, I’m sure.”

Lily laughed. “It’s alright, I like it out here with you. And you never stay down for long, you know. Even now you’re joking around like everything is alright. That’s one of the things I love about you.”

James’ smile slid from his face and was replaced with surprise. She’d never said that word to him before, but it felt natural in the moment. Even now she realized she did not regret her words.

“You love that about me?” he whispered through the darkness.

She nodded softly. “Yeah. I love you, James. I do.”

James blinked stupidly for a moment as if he were processing her words. Then he sat up quickly. “Wait,” he said, eyes narrowing, “you’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?”

Lily laughed as she sat up too. “No, I mean it. I love you, James Potter.”

James sat stunned for a moment. Then he jumped to his feet and whooped with laughter.

“I’m sorry,” she said, also clambering to her feet, “what exactly is funny about that?”

James dived at her, picked her up, and spun her around. When her feet landed on the ground once more he held her close and pressed his forehead to hers. “What’s funny, Lily Evans, is that I never in all my life thought you would say those words to me.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Don’t be daft,” she said, trying and failing to look annoyed, “you must have known.”

“Never,” he beamed down at her then kissed her gently. The wind tugged at her hair and clothes as they swayed for a moment, gripping each other tightly.

Lily suddenly broke the kiss. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What? Oh! I love you too, of course,” he grinned, “I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you.”

“That’s more like it,” she laughed, then tackled him back to the ground.

#Nina writes #jily one shot #jily #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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keepmeinthedark · 3 years ago

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To The Top || A Marauders Band AU

Chapter Two: You Gotta Not

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So Lily Evans brought a big asset to the band?

Only if you consider Remus Lupin to be a big asset, which I do.

Did Lily introduce them?

In time.

What happened in the meantime?

Before Remus joined the band there was just James, Sirius, and Frank. They lived together in this house called Maxwells house. It belonged to these twins Fabian and Gideon and they opened it up to anyone who needed a home.

And what was Remus doing? What were you doing?

I was in Germany at the time, Remus was at university. But he had been friends with Lily since they were young and even though he was staying in a student accommodation he wasn't too far away for their friendship to change in any way.

Lily and Remus had spent New Year's Eve together. One of Remus' classmates held a party which they attended and stayed until the clock struck midnight. By the time they had made it back to his accommodation, it was three in the morning. They had both slept in Remus' bed without bothering to change their clothes or even take their make-up off, which then lead to one of the worst mornings in both of their lives.

It was eight in the morning when Remus's phone went off. He groaned when he saw his twin brother's name appear on the screen and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Re, where are you?"

"What do you mean?" he paused. "Am I supposed to be somewhere?"

He could practically feel Rom rolling his eyes. "You and Lily both promised Mum that you'd help with the fate. Remember? The fate? The one that Mum has been stressing over for weeks?"

Shit.

"Ohhh yeah, yeah I completely remember god who do you take me for? Yeah me and Lils are on our way now, well be like five minutes tops I promise." and with that, he quickly hung up.

Shit Shit Shit Shit.

"Lily come on, we have to go," Remus said quickly as he shook his best friend awake.

Lily only groaned as she lifted her head off the pillow, she watched Remus rush around the room to grab the makeup wipes and cleaned off the smudged eyeliner he still had on.

Lily didn't wait for an explanation, she just got out of the bed and found her way towards the nearest hairbrush. It wasn't until they were waiting for the bus that Lily had asked where they were going.

"My mum's thing, remember? We said we would help."

Lily didn't look like she remembered but she nodded anyway.

"How long do you think we'll be?"

Remus shrugged, "No idea. Why? Got somewhere to be?"

Lily rolled her eyes, "Got a hangover to cure is more like it."

They had gotten to the fate twenty minutes later and immediately regretted not faking a sickness to get out of it.

Hope Lupin was a powerhouse and an amazing mum, she was loving and caring, and gentle. But she was a single mum who had raised three boys and was in the middle of raising another, which made her incredibly scary when she was stressed.

"There you two are!" she exclaimed when she saw Remus and Lily making their way down the field where the fate was being held. "I was about to send Petunia off after you guys, honestly why are you so late?"

Remus panicked, "Headache," he said.

Hope placed her hands to her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Is headache code for a hangover?"

They both nodded.

Hope sighed, "There's coke, bananas, and water in that tent over there. Go and tip half of the water out of a bottle, fill the rest with coke, drink that, and eat a banana. I don't have time for this." she told them, quickly adding, "Its a hangover remedy," after seeing their confused faces.

"Where was this remedy all the other times we've been hungover?" Lily asked, acting offended.

Hope shrugged, "You never asked."

"Still could've been useful."

"How am I supposed to know that you're hungover if you never tell me!?" Hope exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and turning her back on them in order to do other things.

"You're Mum!" Remus yelled back. "You know everything!"

"Two minutes! Get a move on!" was all that Hope yelled back.

As Hope had promised the flat coke and bananas had helped their hangovers but unfortunately didn't make them any more prepared for the long day ahead of them. Remus' parents had divorced three years ago when Lyall had admitted that he had fallen for someone else. Remus doubts that his parents have ever been in love. They had his older brother, Lycus when they were in their twenties and before they were married. They did get married not long after he was born and three years after that they had Romulus and Remus, the twins also weren't planned. Neither was Macca, Remus' younger brother who was only 2 years old at the time of the divorce.

His father's new girlfriend didn't last very long and got intimidated by the fact that he had four sons. Romulus has always said that he was certain that there was no girl, to begin with, they had never met her and their dad wasn't exactly someone who had luck when it came to romance. Romulus swears that he made her up to use as an excuse to get a divorce. Lycus believes him. Remus doesn't.

Hope and Lyall still remained close friends and the boys are allowed to stay with either one of them as much as they like, but they spend the majority of their time with Hope, or at least Lycus, Romulus, and Remus do. Macca, who is now five, spends Monday to Thursday with Hope and Friday to Sunday with Lyall in hopes that he will grow up to have a close relationship with both parents.

Remus had nothing against his father, he was a good dad and never failed to make Remus feel loved. But he wasn't yet out to his dad yet and wasn't sure if it would go well if he did come out to him. He likes to think that his dad would try to be supportive but still doesn't want anything to change between them. Not only that but he preferred his mum's cooking.

Lyall worked as a teacher for a primary school near where he lived and Hope owned her own florist in town but would always pop into the other shops there to see if they needed any help when she had the time, which is what led to her helping out with the local coffee shops fate in order to help raise money for cancer research. This wasn't the first time Hope had dragged her children out of their usual routines to stand in a field in the middle of winter and most certainly won't be the last. But they always came, Remus would never admit it but he quite enjoyed these things. Hope had always wanted to help with certain school and church events and Remus was proud to have a mum who was so loved in the community, even if she was scary when she got into her boss mode.

By the time Remus had finished their drinks and properly woke up, there was already a crowd of people going around each stall, Remus had seen Romulus surrounded by little kids. He called them over when he saw them.

"Remus! Lily! You two are captains get over here!"

"Oh bloody hell," Remus said under his breath, noticing the football that he had in his hands.

Sirius felt like his figures were going to fall off. It was January 1st, who set up an outdoor event on January 1st.

They had only just got there and he already wanted to desperately go home, he didn't dream his parents irrelevant and leave his whole family behind at the age of 22 just to play in the freezing cold, but James had insisted that this would be worth it and he seemed so excited for every gig Sirius could never say no.

It was during their first set that Sirius had seen her.

She had been all that James had talked about since their gig at the pub on Christmas eve, he could recite her description by memory.

Dark red hair that reached her chest.

Emerald green eyes.

Plus size

A smile that glows.

Exactly a head smaller than James.

Two piercings in her ear lobe and one in her cartilage.

A tattoo of a small tattoo of a wolf behind her ear.

And she was wearing white Doc Martens.

Yep, that was her. It had to be, she ticked every box (apart from the tattoo as she was too far away for Sirius to get a proper look. But she looked like a girl that would have one.)

Sirius' heart leaped. James was going to be so excited, all he could talk about throughout Christmas was how much he regretted not asking for her Instagram. He had to tell him.

He was going to tell him.

He had it all planned. He was going to give James that smile that only James got, the one that said "I know something you don't know," James always got so excited at good news.

Then he was going to ask James once more how Lily Evans looked, and James would go on a ramble, giving out as much information about this girl that he could remember. Then he would spin James around and point her out and knowing James he would probably scream. Sirius couldn't wait, he was a hopeless romantic after all.

As they went through each song he couldn't take his eyes off her, he had to make sure that he knew where she was when he told James. And he was going to tell him, he was certain of it.

That is, he was certain of it until he saw him.

Now that's a sight that he will never be able to get out of his head.

Short blond curly hair.

Tall.

Thin, yet still had a bit of muscle.

Crooked nose.

Amber eyes.

And a large scar going across his face, from his right eye down through his nose and ending just before his lips.

God his lips!

As they played on Sirius began to notice more and more about this mystery boy. He seemed to be friendly with Lily, they were playing football with a group of kids and it was obvious that he was pretending to not be good for their sake. There was another boy with them who had similar features. Must be a brother, Sirius thought.

The boy was dressed in a Queen t-shirt, a white one with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, and his jeans were ripped. He wore eyeliner, his nails were painted black and he had multiple rings on his figures.

Sirius had never been more turned on until he saw him take a five-minute break to smoke a cigarette.

Sirius could never date a smoker. James was enough trouble, Sirius had lost count on how many times he had told him that he ought to quit but he never listens. Smoking kills everyone knows this so why did some people think that by some miracle they could be the exception.

Sirius was about to give it all up then and there, make his eyes go back to following Lily around, or maybe even have his brain focus on what he was actually supposed to be going. But once the boy had put out his cigarette and rejoined the group of kids one of them had fallen over and hurt their knee. The boy crouched down to their level and talked to the boy until he laughed while Lily got a wet paper towel and a plaster.

Damit, Sirius thought. Why do guys with kids always have to be so damn attractive?

For the rest of their set, the only thing Sirius could see was him.

He had forgotten all about Lily Evans until they had finished. When they had gotten off the stage James had been bouncing up and down. His smile was the widest he had ever seen it.

"It's her," he said quickly.

"Whos her?" Frank asked, looking at the crowd confused.

"Her, her. That girl I met a the pub last week. She's here."

"Go talk to her then." And while you're at it get me her mate's number?

James began to pale, "I can't just go up and talk to her," he told them shaking his head. "What if she hates me?"

Frank raised an eyebrow, "Why would she hate you, I thought you hit it off?"

"We did!"

"So go talk to her!"

James looked at Lily and then back at Sirius and Frank. He had now started picking at his figure nails, slowly picking one off and throwing it onto the ground.

"What do I say?" He asked, desperately.

Frank seemed very confident. "Mate, you've just played for the entire day she surly noticed that it was you at one point. She's probably begging for you to go and talk to her."

James looked confused, "Then why hasn't she come up to me?" His eyes suddenly widened. "What if she really isn't interested? I mean I know I didn't ask for her Snapchat or anything but she didn't ask for mine either!" he said in one breath. Sirius was sure he may faint if he thought anymore.

Both James and Sirius looked at Frank who rolled his eyes. "She's the girl. You're supposed to be the one to ask her out and make the first move. Most girls are scared to ask out guys cause guys suck." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Just take a deep breath, channel your confidence, and swipe her off her feet. You've got this."

James took a breath and nodded before making his way towards Lily who was having a conversation with a much taller boy. He looked a bit like Sirius' mystery boy but older, taller, and with darker hair and no scar. Maybe another brother.

Sirius and Frank both watched James approached Lily in silence. They watched him ask to talk to her, Sirius didn't miss the smile that appeared across her face. Unfortunately said smile began to slowly disappear once James began talking and before anyone could realize that this was indeed a bad idea, Lily had slapped James across the face and had begun to walk in the other direction.

James all but stomped back towards Sirius and Frank, his glasses had fallen to the tip of his nose and his face had gone nearly bright red, though Sirius couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.

He mumbled a "Let's go" and grabbed all of his belongings before making his way towards the van. All Sirius and Frank could do was stare at each other in disbelief.

"This is why we don't leave him alone unsupervised," Sirius mumbled.

#the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #wolfstar #jily #dorlene #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Peter Pettigrew #Lily Evans #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #emmeline vance

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years ago

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Penny For Your Thoughts (IV)

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has lived in the Potter household since she was eight years old. Even amongst the Potters, whom she knew loved her, she has never felt truly accepted, never felt like anything other than a burden. Until she went to Hogwarts. For the first time she had friends who weren’t forced to act as such, she had a family who loved her by choice. There, she met Sirius, the first and only person to ever truly understand what she was going through, to listen to her and not judge.

Chapter Warnings: Ummm not sure - maybe swearing?

A/N: And here’s part four! Sorry, it’s like an hour later than usual bc I’m in pain and was asleep so didn’t see that it had turned 4 already but I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think - especially if you’re on the taglist, hearing your comments always inspires me to keep on writing, so please do let me know. If you wish to be added to the taglist send me an ASK, replies to the parts asking to be added onto it won’t be responded to

Also just to let you know, there’s been a bit of a time skip between this chapter and the previous, this is set at the beginning of the christmas holidays, there are gonna be a couple of these time jumps in the next few chapters so keep that in mind!

“Hey, mind if we join you?” James stood in the doorway of the train compartment containing the group of Hufflepuff girls, flanked by Peter and Remus, all of them holding their trunks.

“Sure,” Beatrice moved her legs to make space for them to sit down on the chairs beside her.

Jessica curled up further into herself, her eyes staring resolutely at the book in her hands, her cheeks a light pink as Remus sat on the same bench at her, ensuring to keep a fair amount of distance between him and the shy girl, though did his best to offer her a reassuring smile.

Liane and Y/N were sitting on the floor in between the two benches, playing a game of Exploding Snap with Liane’s deck. Beatrice was watching, having decided to sit out for the first round under the pretence of taking a nap.

Y/N knew better though. Beatrice had confided in her that morning at breakfast that she was dreading going home for the Christmas holidays.

James grinned at Beatrice and sat down beside her, his eyes looking down at the game as well and Peter took the chair next to him, also feigning interest.

“Hang on - where’s Sirius?” Y/N asked, having expected to see the final part of their little group enter into the compartment behind them, but there was no sign of him.

“He’s not going home for the holidays,” James informed her with a slight shrug of his shoulders. Y/N frowned at the news.

“He’s staying at Hogwarts?” Y/N asked in shock.

“That does tend to be the alternative to going home,” James confirmed, giving her a hard look, clearly telling her not to press the subject just yet. Y/N looked at him silently for a moment before sighing and nodding her head.

“Hey - keep playing, entertain me!” Beatrice groaned, throwing an empty chocolate frog box at Y/N’s head. She glared at her best friend, trying to hide her smile.

“I feel used,” Liane commented, frowning at Beatrice who winked at her.

“If you’re lucky I’ll pay you for your services.”

“Now I just feel… dirty.” Liane shuddered a little. “Dirty and used.”

“James? Peter? Remus? Fancy playing?” Y/N spoke loudly to cut off the conversation between Liane and Beatrice. She held up the deck of exploding snap.

“Alright then,” James agreed, moving down to join the girls seated on the floor. As expected, Peter was quick to follow suit.

“Oh - I wanted to talk to you!” Liane exclaimed, pointing at James with her eyes gleaming mischievously. Y/N saw James exchange confused looks with Remus and Peter before shooting a questioning one at Y/N, who bit her lip and ducked her head to try and hide her laughter.

“Yeah?” James asked uncertainly. “What about?” As far as Y/N was aware, James and Liane had never actually had a conversation that Y/N wasn’t present for, but she could guess what she was about to tell him.

“We were talking a few nights ago,” Liane started, a serious look on her face. Even Jessica had raised her eyes from the book she was pretending to read, peeking over the top of the pages to watch the interaction and Y/N could tell that she was trying hard not to laugh.

“That’s nice?” James said unsurely when Liane didn’t immediately continue. The red-headed girl gave a nod of approval, as though James had said just the right thing.

“And you came up.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist talking about me,” James beamed at Y/N who rolled her eyes, finishing dealing out the cards and picking up her pile.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Liane waved him off. “Anyway - you and I would have cute children.”

James’ face slackened into one of utter shock, his eyes widening as he stared at her.

“I’m sorry?” He spluttered.

“It’s the truth - the two of us would have really cute children!”

“Well children aren’t exactly the first thing on my mind,” James responded a little faintly, still staring at Liane, who looked unconcerned as she picked up her own cards.

Remus, Beatrice and Y/N were in stitches from the interaction, while Jessica had lifted her book again to hide her own quiet laughter and Peter was tittering nervously, looking at James as though he was unsure of whether or not it was okay for him to laugh.

“Maybe start with a proposal,” Beatrice offered between her laughs.

“Well obviously not,” Liane scoffed, doing a wonderful job at maintaining a serious expression, despite her lips twitching, obviously wanting to grin. “But, hypothetically speaking...”

“Hypothetically speaking we’d have cute kids?”

“Really cute kids,” Liane emphasised with a solemn nod of her head.

“Sorry to disappoint you but, unfortunately James is only interested in one red head,” Remus told her, managing to recover himself but there was still a wide, amused grin on his face.

“Now if Evans was to propose we have kids, that would be a whole other matter,” James confirmed immediately.

“Potter - you’re missing the point,” Liane sighed. “I don’t want to have kids with you - or, at least, the only reason I would is because I could enter them into beauty competitions and get money for it.”

“I feel like that’s morally wrong to some degree,” Y/N stated, playing her next card.

“In this hypothetical world I’ve created it’s okay to do things that are morally ambiguous.”

“So they’re not morally ambiguous at all?” Remus questioned.

“Precisely.”

“Has Lily literally ever spoken to you other than to tell you to leave her alone?” Y/N asked, frowning at James.

“Yes,” he stated defiantly, jutting his chin in the air.

“Sometimes she asks him to pass him things at dinner.” Remus confirmed, laughing and dodging out of the way when James threw his Exploding Snap cards at him in retaliation.

“Careful with those! They’re not ours!” Liane complained.

“Whose are they, then?”

“Rosa’s,” Y/N shrugged as Remus collected the cards up again and handed them back to James.

“Who’s Rosa?”

“Are you joking?” Beatrice looked at James incredulously and the black-haired boy looked to his two friends, who clearly shared his confusion. “She’s the other Hufflepuff girl in our year.”

“She doesn’t exist,” James stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry?” Y/N spluttered.

“I’ve never even heard of her!”

“There are so many things that you haven’t heard of Jamie, considering how small your brain is, it doesn’t mean that they don’t exist.”

Remus snorted with laughter at her response and shared a grin with Y/N.

“I don’t know who she is either,” Peter piped up, looking glad that he was capable of lending his support to James who responded with a grateful nod.

“She’s in every charms class with you guys and sits with us at meals - you really don’t know who she is?” Liane asked.

“She must be shy,” Remus offered.

“Jess is shy! You still know who she is!” Beatrice protested, pointing at her friend, who went bright-red at being brought so suddenly into the conversation but mustered up as much of a smile as she could.

“Where is she now, then?”

“She’s staying at school over the holidays and offered to lend us her pack of snap,” Y/N explained.

“Well… we’ll ask Sirius when we get back.”

“You’re going to ask Sirius to either confirm or deny the existence of our roommate?”

“Yes.”

“Good - just wanted to double check.”

The remainder of the train-ride back to London passed quickly, filled with games of Exploding Snap and talk about their plans for Christmas - Remus imploring Y/N to do her best to ensure that James actually got some of the homework that they had been set finished, followed by James feigning annoyance at his friends’ mothering.

“James! James over here!” Mrs Potter’s voice rang out across the station, audible to Y/N even over the hubbub of the other parents present to pick up their children for the holidays.

“Y/N!” Mr Potter called as well. James and Y/N smiled at each other, James rolling his eyes a little at the evident enthusiasm in his parents voices.

“You two are going home together?” Peter asked, frowning as he, too, stepped down onto the platform behind James and Y/N.

“The Potters are giving me a lift,” Y/N denied immediately. “Have a good Christmas, Peter!” She gave Peter a brief hug that left him bright pink and embarrassed. “You too, Remus,” she said to the scarred taller boy, who was slightly more ready for her hug, but a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks.

“Have a good Christmas, Y/N!” The Hufflepuff was wrapped into a bone-crushing hug from Liane and half-laughed, half-groaned from it.

“You too!” She hugged Beatrice next before being pulled into a hug by Jessica, who was clearly embarrassed at having initiated it. “I’m gonna send you your present in a few days - is that alright? I’ll send Eric’s with it.”

“You didn’t need to get us anything,” Jessica told her, though she was beaming.

“We’re friends, Jess! It’s a thing!” Y/N teased and Beatrice threw her arm over the shorter girl’s shoulder, beaming down at Jess who seemed to shrink a little in her hold, a bashful smile on her face.

“But if that’s your way of saying that you didn’t get us anything it’s okay, we understand,” Beatrice teased.

“Of course I did!”

“Y/N!”

It was Mr Potter again, laughter in his voice as he shouted for her.

“I gotta go - I’ll see you next term!”

“See you!”

As Y/N rushed through the crowds of Hogwarts students on the platform towards the Potters, her trunk clasped in hand, a few other classmates called out to wish her a good Christmas.

James stood by his parents, his eyebrows raised at her.

“Said goodbye to all your friends?”

“Just because you only have three.”

“Hello, dear,” Mrs Potter was quick to pull Y/N into a hug, Mr Potter tugging her trunk from her hands.

“Hey Mrs Potter,” Y/N smiled before moving to give Mr Potter a quick side-hug.

“Hurry up, Fleamont! I want to hear all about their first term!” Mrs Potter scolded, having already bustled away from the other three towards the barrier.

“And you left me to deal with her alone for four months,” Mr Potter sighed with a teasing eye roll.

On the drive home from the train station, James filled the silence with tales of his first term at Hogwarts, answering all the questions that his parents had about the current staffing and the courses, Y/N occasionally chipping in whenever James would forget to mention something. They had just moved onto the topic of their new friends when they pulled into the drive.

The Potters had a wonderful house. It was rather large, thanks to the wealth of their ancestors, and could be found in the countryside near Oxford. Sweeping fields surrounded it, a forrest lay at the end of their garden where, if they walked far enough, they would find a clearing large enough to play Quidditch in over the summer, Mr Potter having build a store-shed for their equipment.

In the summer, flowers bloomed all over the front yard - even more in the garden and the serenity of the Potter home caused it to be an attractive place for many creatures to take refuge.

This had been one of Y/N’s favourite things about moving in with the Potters - the discovery of the many magical creatures of the wizarding world and being able to learn to care for them from an early age right in their backyard.

“Y/N, dear,” Mrs Potter called before Y/N could follow James up the stairs and onto the first floor, where both of their bedrooms were situated.

“Yes?” She turned, taking in the concerned expressions on both of their faces.

“When James talks about this boy - Sirius…”

“Yeah?” Y/N frowned a little, unsure of exactly where this conversation was going.

“He doesn’t mean Sirius Black as in… as in the Black family, does he?” Mr Potter questioned.

“I mean… that’s his family name, if that’s what you’re asking me,” Y/N responded unsurely.

“Do you happen to know if Sirius is… is a pureblood?”

“He is,” Y/N confirmed and watched as Mr and Mrs Potter exchanged dark looks, as though their worst fears had just been confirmed.

“Is he nice to you?”

“He’s really lovely, Mr Potter,” she assured the man.

“He’s nothing like his family,” James’ voice was cold, having rejoined his family in the kitchen after dropping his possessions in his room. He was frowning at his parents, his arms crossed over his chest. “Sirius is great - his family sucks.”

“Yes, sweetheart - we know what his family are like, we’ve met them,” Mrs Potter said, her voice soothing, wanting to calm down her son. “That’s why were worried about-”

“He’s nothing like them,” James stated, leaving no room for argument. “He was told not to go home for Christmas because his parents needed time to come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t sorted into Slytherin and had associated himself with blood-traitors and mudbloods.”

“James - language.” Mr Potter snapped, looking worriedly at Y/N, who dropped her gaze to the floor.

“Mrs Black’s words, not mine,” James grumbled. “Sorry,” he added after a moment.

“He was told not to go home?” Mrs Potter asked and when Y/N looked at her, she looked utterly heartbroken.

“He’s not like them,” James repeated, sounding a little more defeated than before, his voice filled with emotion and sympathy for his new-found friend.

“That poor boy.”

James’ recount of Sirius’ reasons for remaining at Hogwarts over the holiday remained in Y/N’s mind the rest of the evening, through dinner when she was asked by the Potters about her own friends, about Hufflepuff common room (since neither had been sorted into Hufflepuff, it was new territory for them) and about how much she was enjoying the lessons.

When she wandered up to her room, she was still pondering over Sirius, thinking about what he may be doing at that moment in the lonely castle. If his parents didn’t want him home for Christmas, what would the holiday be like for him?

Sad - most likely. And lonely. Materialistically, Y/N wondered whether he would be receiving any presents - surely James, Remus and Peter would step up for their new friend, perhaps Frank would and besides the Gryffindor boys, Sirius was well-liked in general amongst their year.

Y/N changed into her pyjamas, climbing under the familiar covers of her childhood, debating the best present that she could get for Sirius.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine #sirius black series #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x hufflepuff!reader #young!sirius black #Penny For Your Thoughts #PFYT #courts writings

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chaoswillfallrpg · 4 years ago

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EMILIA GREY is TWENTY-THREE YEARS OLD and a JOURNALISM RESEARCHER in SOCIETY AND SCANDALS at THE DAILY PROPHET. She looks remarkably like NATALIA DYER and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death

Young, ambitious and sometimes slightly naive, Emilia Grey has always been driven by her desire to succeed in life and meet any goals she sets by any means necessary. The youngest daughter of Muggle dentist ANDREW GREY and nurse GINA GREY, Emilia’s background was a fairly average one by Muggle standards. From a working class background, Emilia grew up in a tiny street house off Brick Lane in East London with her older sister KEIRA and her grandma PEGGY. Although Emilia had no memory of the incident, her parents were killed in a car accident when she was two years old. The Grey family were not a wealthy one, with their parents working long hours struggling to pay off their mortgage before their deaths- a burden which was then left to their grandma. In Emilia’s memory, it was her sister who took up the role as surrogate mother to her, with her grandma often working in the local pub pulling pints to get them by. Whilst their family circumstances were unusual, blended families were not uncommon enough for people to ask questions, which was just as well as there was more to the Grey family than first meets the eye. Unlike most Muggle-Born sorcerers, Emilia knew she was a witch from around the age of six when Keira received her letter to Hogwarts.

The two sisters had been practising magic long before Keira’s letter from Dumbledore arrived and some of Emilia’s earliest and fondest memories was of her sister tucking her into bed on a night and watching as stars twinkled and moved across the ceiling. Her sister’s magic had always been more visual than Emilia’s which seemed to act more like forces of nature than the beautiful imagery Keira produced. According to her sister she first wondered if she shared her magic when she found their cat Marmalade floating through the air alongside her Barbie dolls, but Keira’s memories of her magic tend to be somewhat darker. A determined girl, Emilia had always felt she was destined for more than her little school in London and became frustrated by schoolyard bullying from boys who tried to silence her or pull on hair as she tried to answer questions in class. Emilia had always had a voice and wasn’t afraid to use it, though to horror she had found that temper with bullies had sometimes resulted in little boys glued to the ceiling or crying tears of glitter that made their eyes itchy and sore. Her final few years of school leading up to Hogwarts consisted of Emilia doing her best to exercise self-control which unbeknownst to her she would need in bags when she began attending school alongside Keira.

Sorted into Slytherin, the first thing Emilia remembered was the horror on her sister’s face as she went to join the table of disgusted faces who knew that the name Grey meant only two things. Mudblood and trouble. Having heard at length the bullying Keira had received due to her Muggle background, Emilia was braced for a difficult time at Hogwarts. Though she hadn’t specifically asked the hat not to place her in Slytherin she wondered why it had so willingly thrown her into the snake pit of purists knowing it would immediately make her life harder. Settling amongst them all Emilia watched as people moved away from her on the bench, words were muttered, older students sneered and braced the whole ordeal utterly emotionless. The first few months at Hogwarts were particularly lonely ones in Slytherin, though Emilia did make friends in class- the first being MAREN LINWOOD, a kind and fellow Muggle-Born student whose sister had experienced a similar ordeal during her time at Hogwarts. Muggle-Borns in Slytherin were incredibly rare but it was a comfort to know they were not a complete anomaly and that ADAIRIA LINWOOD had come out of the experience alive and well with friends. Tapping into the determination she’d had at Primary School Emilia refused to be beaten, put her game face on and showed her year group what she was made of.

An incredibly talented student she quickly became known as one of the more intelligent students in her year group, joining choir with Maren and becoming better friends with more of her friends through duelling club where she became close with Gryffindors CRESSIDA ABERCROMBIE and CASSIOPEIA KIM. Complicated witches who had a passion for being straight up and doing their own thing separate from the crowd who had a similar energy to Emilia. After becoming close with the Gryffindor gang and showing she had enough duelling ability to even put JAMES POTTER on his back with one hand behind her back her life became a lot easier. She found a group of people who were willing to go to bat for her, but also became a prime target for the likes of JASPER AVERY, LARKIN MULCIBER, SEVERUS SNAPE who did their best to break her unwavering confidence. By the time Emilia graduated she was battered and bruised but she had made it and was determined to use her experience to change the world around her. Moving back in with her sister and grandma, Emilia began attempting to get a job at The Daily Prophet. She had always been interested in journalism, her nose buried in various editions of The Times, The New York Ghost, The Prophet or magazines like Vogue to get an overview of what was happening in the world.

Emilia wanted to be a journalist because she cared about the stories of the people she read about and issues like Muggle-Born rights or corruption in the Ministry bothered her more than she believed it did the average person. Whilst most of her friends were supporters of Sorcerers for Equality, Emilia believed she could make a bigger difference with her words- she just needed the platform to do so. By the time she was accepted to work at the paper, Emilia was able to line her bedroom walls with the amount of rejection letters she had received, but by sheer determination and persistence she had received an acceptance letter and happily quit her job at Rosa Lee Teabag to start her new life making a real difference in the world. Sadly her position hadn’t been anywhere, Emilia felt she could make a difference and was working under RITA SKEETER as a journalism researcher in Society and Scandals, finding gossip for Rita to turn into a story far different from the one she’d given her. What interesting leads she did find were quickly snatched out of her hand, prompting Emilia to use her cunning to get ahead. CORNELIUS CRABBE was an Auror from a Scared Twenty-Eight family described by Rita as an “eligible bachelor” and who had been staring with lustful eyes at Emilia at a society party she’d been forced to attend with Rita.

What had first made her blood run cold after her friend THEODORE STEBBINS showed her the photograph presented an opportunity. “Crabbe ditches Pure-Bloods for Muggle-Borns” definitely had a ring to it and Crabbe seemed to think so too when she pushed the image toward him in his office, but Emilia had a better idea than ruining a singular purist. Emilia wanted information, off the record, protection of his identity in exchange for whatever would make a headline. It was a bit of a gamble on her end which Emilia was glad to find out paid off though it was under more macabre circumstances that she would have liked. Not long after BENJY FENWICK was attacked, Cornelius sought her out in the crowd, pulling her into an alleyway and telling her it had been a vampire who had attacked him. Armed with the information that the Ministry had no leads and had failed to protect him, Emilia returned to the Prophet and ran up her first front page article on her secondhand typewriter. Walking through town that following morning as everyone gripped the paper and whispered her name Emilia finally knew what it felt like to be a story breaking journalist. Her soul felt alive and even as she saw the disgruntled look on DAISY HOOKUM and Rita Skeeter’s face, she realised she would do anything to ensure she continued to have that feeling, whatever it might take and whatever she might have to do she would do it.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Muggle-Born

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → Sorcerers for Equality

Family → Keira Grey (sister)

Connections → Cressida Abercrombie (best friend), Cassiopeia Kim (best friend), Maren Linwood (close friend), Gilfred Abbott (close friend), Elena Digby (close friend), Aurora Sinistra (close friend), Remus Lupin (friend), Sirius Black (friend), James Potter (friend), Peter Pettigrew (friend), Caradoc Dearborn (friend), Poppy Hookum (friend), Marlene McKinnon (friend), Dorcas Meadowes (friend), Mary MacDonald (friend), Lily Evans (friend), Theodore Stebbins (friend/colleague), Adrian Caverly (colleague/rival), Daisy Hookum (colleague/rival), Rita Skeeter (boss), Cornelius Crabbe (source), Jasper Avery (former adversary), Severus Snape (former adversary), Larkin Mulciber (former adversary)

Future Information → N/A

EMILIA GREY IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH.

#Natalia dyer fc #marauders rp #harry potter rp #marauders roleplay #Natalia dyer #stranger things #Emilia Grey #neutral #witch #daily prophet #society and scandals #taken #taken witch #taken neutral

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karmathecat · 4 years ago

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Firewhiskey is Not the Best Mixer Part 3

The third part to my Next Gen time travel to the Marauder era! Thank you for reading guys!

Part 1 | Part 2

AO3 | FF

The halls of Hogwarts were the same James noted. He glanced over at his siblings and saw that they were both standing close to him, himself and Al on either side of Lily. The Marauder’s were oddly silent, sharing glances that James could only assume was a communication that he was not privy to.

Sirius watched as the three new teenagers stopped at Lily’s behest. She bent over to take off her high heels, using Al’s shoulder for support as she did so. Once at her true height, Sirius noticed that she was quite a lot shorter than the Lily that he knew, coming up to perhaps his chest. She was complaining about her shoes hurting her feet now that the cushioning charm had worn off and there was no point recasting it as her feet already hurt. Sirius watched as one of the boys gave Lily his suit jacket to cover herself and was warmed by the clear love that was shared by the group, and once again wondered about their relationship to each other.

James’ attention was drawn to the group in front again as his grandfather cleared his throat as they reached a tapestry of a tall tower which reminded James of the princess stories that their dad read to Lily when they were younger.

“This is the Heads’ dorms, there’s a guest room there with a double bed and we have a coach in the common room so you can decide who sleeps where. Evans will either be in her room or in the common room and I think that I might be best explaining what’s going on rather than ambushing her with her clone.” James smiled at the younger redhead as he said this in an attempt to reduce the tension that was not diminished on their journey from the Headmaster’s office.

Lily pulled her brother's jacket closer around her as they entered the Heads’ common room. It was similar to the Gryffindor common room, which was unsurprising considering both of the Heads this year were lions. Lily wondered if the common room would be altered depending on the house of its occupants. Her grandfather bounded up the steps when the common room was clearly devoid of Lily Evans, and silence fell among the group. Lily let her breath out as a heavy sigh and thought about the current situation that she found herself in: forty years in the past, with her grandparents, Teddy’s dad, and a future traitor. Not only were they in the past, but she couldn’t reveal her true name without upsetting the progression of a relationship between her grandparents that clearly hadn’t begun yet. The more she thought about it, the more she realised how ridiculous everything was, and her attitude was completely backwards. She was meeting people that she had only heard stories about, she could ask questions and have an adventure, is that not what she was truly about? Why were her and her brothers being so closed off?

With a short huff of a laugh, Lily decided that enough was enough, and yes the situation was strange but she was going to make the most of it, and sitting in silence was not the way to do that. With a new purpose, she walked over to the coach and sat next to Sirius and turned to face both the dark haired boy and Remus who was sat in the armchair next to him.

“So, have you completed the map yet, or is that still in development?”

Two shocked eyes snapped to hers, and she smirked, “Yes we know about the map, Padfoot and Moony.”

Hearing the conversation, James and Al also came to join, James sitting on the arm of the coach next to Lily, and Al sitting in the armchair beside him.

“Yes that map has kept all three of us out of trouble on a number of occasions!” The three marauders grinned at each other delighting in the map being passed down to the next generations, they started asking them questions about how much they knew about the Marauders’ adventures, when a cry of alarm was heard from upstairs.

“I guess James got to the interesting bit, I wonder how Evans will react.” The group fell silent and tried to distinguish the voices from upstairs. When they heard the door open and the voices became more clear, Lily felt a wave of anxiety come over her. She was about to meet the woman she was named after, she knew so little about her and was desperate to know as much as she could.

James Potter descended the stairs and into the common room looking incredibly nervous, from behind him appeared Lily Evans, her bright green eyes only previously seen in their dad and Al surveyed the room rapidly, once they fell on Lily her mouth opened as if to speak.

“If I can interrupt what is surely a very entertaining monologue,” Lily Evans’ eyes snapped to James Sirius and widened in surprise, but did close her mouth to stop her rant, “We are from the future, James is telling the truth, no it isn’t a joke, yes my brother and I are related to your James Potter, yes Lily is related to you, we’re from about forty years in the future. I would let you rant but we’ve already been through this and I really can’t be bothered doing it again. So if it’s alright with you I’d like to skip to the part where you’ve accepted that we are from the future because it’s been a really long day.”

Lily bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at her brother, and saw Al roll his eyes, but she really couldn’t help agreeing with James, it had been a long day and if they skipped the rollercoaster of not believing to accepting that would be very beneficial.

Lily Evans opened and closed her mouth several times before looking at the Marauder next to her, “That speech was so like you, and I don’t think anyone would choose to have that fluffy hair. Also Dumbledore sent me a message, so for fear of this blowing up in my face, I will accept that we don’t all need to be shipped to St Mungos immediately.”

Lily was surprised that she accepted the events so quickly, but the word of the Headmaster clearly carried a lot of weight in this time. Lily Evans came and sat on a cushion in front of the fire directly opposite Lily, and was eyeing her with a great interest that was mirrored in the other redhead’s face.

Lily looked over towards her brothers and then back at Lily Evans, “The pictures don’t do it justice, we do look oddly similar.” The two girls laughed at each other, and Lily saw the other girl square her shoulders and try to relax.

“So, you’re my daughter?”

“Granddaughter.” Lily corrected, and the other girl nodded and then looked at the two other time travellers, “And your James’ grandsons, do I dare ask for your full names?” Lily could see the battle playing on the Head Girl’s face, she clearly wanted to know her future and Lily couldn’t blame her, if she was faced with this situation she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back her questions.

“I’m not sure that would be the best idea.” Al looked around the room from his siblings to the marauder’s and his grandmother.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense,” Remus looked put out that the main question wasn’t going to be answered, “how do you know each other then? How was it that you ended up here together?”

“We were at the ball together, all the wizarding families were invited.” James dodged the question well in Lily’s opinion, but the dodge was clearly noticed by the group.

“You all seem really close, and that you knew each other well. Especially with a prank war?” James Potter eyed the three newcomers with intense interest, he was desperate to know how close they were, hoping that his life was intricately linked with the love of his life.

James Sirius laughed nodding, “Well it was actually Lil that started that, it started small I guess at Christmas, using the invisibility cloak to move all my stuff an inch to the left so I kept walking into stuff which was incredibly annoying, so I got a rain cloud to follow her all of New Year’s, and that escalated to me being naked on the roof and then to a de-ageing potion gone wrong, and here we are.”

Everyone was laughing by the end of James’ speech. “So I see that the desire to cause trouble is genetic!” Lily Evans laughed smirking at James, eyeing the Head Boy with amusement as he ruffled the back of his hair. She truly could not believe the situation that she had landed herself in. If a patronus from the Headmaster had not arrived as James attempted his stuttering explanation of who she would find in the common room, she would have never believed it. But her sense of adventure was peaking, she was a Gryffindor afterall, and she knew that this opportunity was something she couldn’t pass up.

“Would I be able to get changed? This dress isn’t as comfortable as it is fancy I can assure you!” Lily laughed smoothing out her green dress, she was starting to feel more comfortable with the situation she was being presented with. She had her brothers, yes they’d have to be careful to not reveal too much, but she wasn’t alone and she was technically with even more family. She was going to try and make the most of it.

Lily followed her grandfather up the other set of stairs and into his room. She walked in and looked around as he searched through his drawers. She smiled at pictures of the Marauders on his bedside table, as she sat on the edge of the four poster bed she picked up the frame watching as the four boys laughed as they sat under a tree down by the lake.

“Here you go, I always find that quidditch stuff is the best to sleep in.” James smiled as he handed her what looked like a practice top, jumper and a pair of jogging bottoms.

“I agree, I stole James’ all the time before I went to Hogwarts and he was home, and then once I made the team it was literally all I wore!” Lily laughed, and was slightly surprised when James sat on the bed next to her, appraising her with interest.

“You play quidditch? Evans has never been too into flying.”

Lily nodded, and decided that the information wasn’t too revealing and found that talking to James was just like talking to her brothers, “Yeah both my parents played at school, but my mum was a professional she played for the Harpies she retired when I was young. So I couldn’t not play! I’m a chaser for Gryffindor, and I’ve been told I’m just as good as my mum, I’d love to play after I finish school but I want to do it off my own back, rather than because of who my parents are.”

They continued chatting easily for a few minutes, James voicing his excitement about her mum playing professionally, and encouraging her to play herself. James was surprised by how much Lily was talking to him, she seemed so calm and comfortable in his presence, something he could only dream of achieving with Lily Evans. But if this Lily was so connected to the Potter boys, maybe all was not lost after all when it came to his relationship with Evans.

He stood and gestured to the other door in the room, “That’s the shared bathroom, feel free to use anything, but maybe not my toothbrush.” They two laughed and Lily thanked him before walking into the bathroom. James made his way downstairs and smiled as he watched the two Potter boys gently teasing Lily and to his surprise Lily was laughing and teasing back with equal intensity. As he entered the group again, he sat on the floor next to Lily and told the two Potters that he had left some clothes on his bed for them.

As Lily reentered the common room in her new comfortable clothes, pulling the sleeves of the familiar knitted material over her hand and taking comfort in the feel. She could feel several sets of eyes on her, and the conversations ended slowly. She eyed them all in question, before James Potter cleared his throat.

“I guess I didn’t think how weird it would be to see ‘Potter’ written across your back.”

Lily frowned and then realised, to these boys and Lily that she was not a Potter, she was an Evans or some undescipt surname.

Lily Evans viewed her granddaughter and had to admit that seeing another girl, family or not, with James’ quidditch jersey on gave her an unpleasant feeling in her stomach. She had to admit that in the presence of the James who was not her Head Boy, she felt slightly flustered. The new James was clearly a few years older than them, perhaps 19 or 20, and if that was the case James Potter was only going to get more attractive, and she didn’t think that was possible. She could imagine her James becoming more defined and more mature in the coming years, and she had decided during her sixth year that she wanted to be around to see the developments. The proof that her and James’ lives were going to be linked to the point of their grandchildren knowing each other was thrilling to her, but the idea that she didn’t know anything about these children’s relationship bothered her. She wanted James Potter for her own, she knew that in herself, he wasn’t the immature bully that he was three years ago, he was a mature man who had strong morals and a loyalty that she had not witnessed in anyone else. And here in front of her in the form of a girl who could be her twin lay the answers to whether James Potter was serious about a life with her. She could ask all the questions she wanted without fear of losing a friendship with someone she wasn’t sure was romantically interested in her anymore. In that moment a plan formed in Lily Evans’ mind.

“Lily, why don’t you come and share my room? The bed is big enough and that way the two boys can have the spare room. It would save you sleeping on the coach.”

Lily looked up into the welcoming eyes of her grandmother and was thrilled by the idea of spending some alone time with the Head Girl, and quickly agreed.

James and Al quickly ran upstairs and got changed and met their sister before she headed up to bed. The Marauders watched in amusement as each of the boys kissed Lily on the cheek goodnight before retiring to the spare room.

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Lily watched as her grandmother entered the room from the bathroom and pulled back the covers on her four poster bed. The room was exactly the same as James’ had been, and Lily had looked at the photos that littered the room as she waited for the other girl in the bathroom. She had been intrigued by the mix of muggle and magical photos, and spent extra time looking at Lily Evans’ parents so she could tell her Dad about them once she returned home.

Once she was sitting in bed next to her grandmother, the light was extinguished. Lily could tell the older girl wasn’t going to sleep, she could feel the tension in the air, so wasn’t surprised when Lily Evans rolled over to look in Lily’s hazel eyes.

“Are you related to James, my James I mean.” Lily was surprised by the phrase my James, as far as she could tell her grandparents were not in a relationship yet so she knew that she had to tread carefully.

When the younger girl didn’t respond but continued to look at her, Lily steeled herself to plough on, “It’s just, if you were, that might mean that James and I could be in touch after Hogwarts. And if you aren’t related you just happen to be super chummy with his offspring then I know that I’m wasting my time right now and I need to get over whatever it is I have for James. So if you could help me not waste my time I would be incredibly grateful.”

Lily watched as her grandmother’s pleading emerald eyes bore into her own, she could see how much bravery it took for her grandmother to admit to her feelings. Lily blew out a huge breath and made the decision. She wasn’t sure if she would regret it, and she definitely knew that she should ask Al his opinion, but Al wasn’t here.

“You’re right, we are related, I share the same name as my grandmother, my name is Lily Potter.”

#harry potter fic #harry potter time travel #next gen time travel #james sirius potter #lily luna potter #lily evans #james potter #next gen fic #marauder fic

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leah-halliwell92 · 4 years ago

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The Eyes Have It

@sujusfs14499 requested number 4 “God, your eyes are so gorgeous.” (She got long I’m sorry lol)

You couldn’t help your giddiness as adjusted your semi-casual burgundy dress a few minutes before 6. You were getting ready to not only go to dinner but a play at the Old Globe. Severus said that if they caught the viewing he had planned there would be a chance for dinner.

You had been surprised when Severus made his way into the apothecary on the a day you were working the counter, his days are usually those you’re not in. In school you’d been his best friend, class partner (when Lily wasn’t his chosen), his champion and confidante. You’d tried to be as close to him as he’d let you and without seeming like you were a lost puppy trailing after him like he’d been doing with Lily.

Not being the last one was easier said than done, but you’d done it and it served to kick James Potter in the arse hard enough for him to realize that not everything was as it seemed. Rumor had it that during fourth year, he’d gotten it into his head that he was going to prove Sev is as evil as the rest of his house. He’d sworn he was going to once and for all expose Sev for queen and country to see and quote, “Maybe then Lily will dump him as the rat he is”. This is how you heard he’d taken time during the Christmas hols to follow Sev home.

Needless to say James got more than what he bargained for when he found where Sev lived. You knew James ever the full of himself Gryffindor thought he’d find a well off half-blood maybe pureblood from a well off family, with a past of blood supremacy., literally anything that wasn’t anywhere close to what the reality of it all was. James had cornered you upon returning to school looking like a mad man demanding to know if what he’d witnessed was true. At the time you’d not known he’d gone as far as to look for actual reason to pick on Sev more than he already did. You could still remember it.

//Flashback//

“Is it true!?” James demanded.

“Is what true? What the hell could I have that you want Potter!?” You asked struggling against the grip he had on your arm.

“Have I just been making his life doubly difficult...” he said voice breaking, “Have I truly taken it to a point where an abused child cannot find sanctuary away from his hell.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what it is he wants clarification on.

“Tell me!” He yelled in begging manner, “Please...tell me I didn’t ruin a man’s life over rumors and baseless assumptions. Please...please...”

You sigh and say, “Your jealousy and brashness is what got you into this mess. You let your belief that learning about something anything makes them a bad person.”

In a very uncharacteristic display of character for him, he fell to his knees sobs wrecking his tall frame as the realization that all the “good” he thought he was doing was actually all for naught.

“If I were someone else I’d rub in the fact that Perfect James Potter valued seeker for Gryffindor and Prince of the Light bullied a child for being different,” you said voice cold causing him to flinch, “Not everyone who studies the dark arts is evil or are bound to become evil for studying something that interests them. Has it ever occurred to you that if the dark arts weren't studied we wouldn’t have the counters we have to help heal them? Or that potions to heal or treat without proper research done on dark curses?”

James looked ashamed and clearly at a loss. He'd finally come to the realization that he’d tormented an innocent for close to four years over nothing, just a need to learn and escape. Now that he knew the truth he didn’t know how he’d fix it or if it there was a way for him to make peace.

“What can I do to make amends?” He asked you pleadingly.

“I think that should be obvious to you,” you said crossing your arms.

He nodded to himself and said, “I know I need to stop with my actions and egging Padfoot onto continuing his own abuse.”

You nod sort of impressed but not believing he meant what he was saying.

“Maybe after a while,” he said voice low, “I can’t try to apologize.”

You nod and say, “Don’t think or believe he’ll forgive you. And do keep in mind you’ve been you've been chasing after his only friend.”

“Lily,” he said shock in his eyes, “They...”

“He loves her,” you said with a small smile on your face.

“And you him,” he said plainly.

“But this isn’t about me,” you said angrily, “So don’t you go thinking you can do to me what you’ve been doing to him. Believe you me James Potter I’ll get expelled before you go hurting me the way you did and have been doing to him. And for all the love and peace in the world, please don’t tell him how you or why you all of the sudden stopped...you won't like his response.”

He nodded and did even went as far as to promise that he’d do his best to keep Sirius in line along with Remus...the fact that he’d from the very beginning told them to leave Sev alone in the first place not withstanding.

You heaved multiple sighs of relief the day he walked in talking animately with Remus about something. Sev told to you about how James defended him against Sirius for the first two months of the new half term. How surprised and suspicious he was but then they got to the point of being civil with each other. You hoped that it wasn't too late for some form of friendship to blossom from this. She hoped the attacks just in time to keep him from spiraling down a hole he might not be able to get himself out of.

Sev had even introduced you to Lily! You’d wanted to size up your “competition” for a while, you’d known you weren’t anything compared to the great Lily Evans. It stung to see why it is Sev looked head over heels for her...she’s lovely to look at, she’s smart, ambitious and hard working. Not to mention they practically grew up together.

You remembered how as the years progressed his eyes would light up at the mention of Lily his heart practically on his sleeve. You’d made it clear to him, after befriending Lily, that her love for him might not be as he wants it to be. It had taken a bit but a sit down between him and Lily revealed the warnings you’d given him...this brought to you by Lily then by James who’d been told by both Lily and Sev what had happened.

It had gutted Sev the day James went to him as Lily’s ‘brother’ to ask for permission to court/date her. But he wanted Lily safe so he said yes to James leaving him with a warning that she’s stubborn enough to beat him should James have ulterior motives.

You’d had a feeling that Severus had hope for her to see him even while she was with James. Hope even when she’d accepted James’ permission to court her as the purebloods of their world do. You’d drifted some from Sev in the hope that you moved on from your crush on him to no avail...

//Present Day//

The years that proceeded all the way to seventh year went by quietly if not for the whining of one Sirius Black when the second half of the school year really kicked off. Despite his trepidation, Severus took to this change in stride. After some time walking on eggshells he’d been approached by Remus to join him and James for study group one Wednesday. He’d approached you about and you tried to be as supportive as yo could without revealing why they’d approached him in the first peace offerings in hand.

You laughed at the occurrence and remembered the time when he met you in the astronomy tower piss drunk. You’d been sitting taking notes for your class when Severus wound up and plopped himself next to you. Some slurred sweet words later and you somehow found yourself with his head on your lap your fingers brushing through his hair. And you don’t remember how it happened but somehow he’d gone from laying on your lap to kneeling in front of you his eyes caressing your face tenderly.

“God, your eyes are so gorgeous,” he said and without warning pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

Despite your shock you’d returned it before they heard the caretaker doing rounds forcing the both of you to go your separate ways. You also remember the long crying session you had in the bathroom when he came to you asking what had happened the day before since he’d woken up with the mother of all hangovers and alcohol induced amnesia.

You snapped back into reality at the sound of a knock at your door.

You gave yourself a look over to see you were pretty much done aside from jewelry.

You took the black pear set and made your way to the door as the necklace hooked itself on with a twist of your wrist.

“Good evening Severus,” you said opening the door a bright smile on your face.

He greeted you same as he always did a friendly hug and peck on the cheek before offering his arm for the both of you to leave.

The evening had started off better than you’d expected it to, the evening weather was wonderful and the chosen play happened to be one of your favorites. You were trying in vane to keep your traitorous heart from swooning every time he did or said something, with a voice you were sure should be illegal, that caused your insides to melt and tried to focus on what lay ahead. This is too good to be true...you could feel it in your bones.

The first half of the play went fantastically! It all felt and looked so romantic, like some big gesture would follow at the end of the night...no. That would not happen, not to you and not with him.

As soon as the intermission came about you’d made a mad dash for the loo hoping you had time for a drink of water and a nibble before heading back in. Little did you know that what happens afterward marked the end of what was promising to be a pleasant evening.

You walked out to be met with Severus have what looked to be a very engaging conversation with the ever beautiful Lily Evans. And despite you trying to not fall down the rabbit hole of your feelings for him, it happened anyway and the result is the overwhelming feeling of disappointment and hurt that he’d still chose h is Lily flower over you. Your traitorous brain supplied you with another thought, what if he’d brought you here with him knowing she’d be there? Your heart fell deeper at this, why torture you if he wasn’t interested in you anyway?

“Funny isn’t it?” The voice of James Potter drew you from your thoughts and darkening mood.

“That we meet here by chance?” You asked weakly wrapping your arms around you. Whether it was as a form of comfort or to keep yourself together you didn’t know.

“Well not exactly,” he said cleaning his throat slightly, “I’d let him know that the Globe was hosting a variety of wonderful plays...I never told him which and what night.”

“Mmm,” you said and drew a deep breath. You would make it through the night, you could do this.

“Why is it everyone can see how you clearly still feel for him but him?” James asked honest curiosity in his eyes before he gave you a look over nodding liking what he saw, “Merlin do your eyes look gorgeous. They contrast against your dress beautifully.”

You smiled widely at this and breathed a delighted laugh. At least you looked decent enough for such an event.

You shrugged at this but before you could say anything the smiling voice of Lily reached your ears.

“I though it was you I saw leaving the hall!”

You forced a smile on your face and greeted your friend tenderly, it wasn’t her fault Severus didn’t see you...like that.

You’d made a point to drop your defensive pose and dropped your hands to your sides. You kept an ear on what she was saying but your eyes wandered to the look of wonder on Sev’s face as he looked at her. Your eyes misted at this...at the realization that he’d never not only see you as a woman but he’d never want you either.

You felt James’ pinky wrap around your giving it a gentle supportive squeeze and calmed some. It wouldn’t do for everyone to see you break down over nothing.

“We simply must go to dinner after the show,” Lily said smilingly.

You wanted to flat out refuse but Severus had agreed for the both of you before you could.

“We’d be delighted,” he said charmingly voice soft, “It has been some time since we’ve had a proper catch up.”

You squeezed James’ finger and cleared your throat excusing yourself to the loo once again.

Once in a stall, you grabbed two squares of toilet paper and carefully pressed it on the corners of your eyes the tears falling and making you feel like stupid child trailing after her best friend and his heart only to be spurned for your attempts.

You shook with the effort of keeping your sobs from coming out and in a last ditch effort to calm down you placed your head between your knees and concentrated on your breathing. In and out...in and out...in and out.

Once calm you walked out to find yourself face to face with a clearly concerned Lily.

“I’m fine,” you said, sounding stronger than you felt despite the slight tremor in your voice.

“Then why are your eyes red?” She asked knowingly.

You shrug and inspect your miraculously still perfect makeup and said, “Had something in my eye.”

“Thestral shit,” she said, “It’s not like it seemed.”

You looked at her sadly and said, “I know...but the doesn’t mean he suddenly loves you like a brother. Magic can do a lot of things Lils, what it cannot do is interfere with the affairs of the heart.”

She nodded in sad understanding and said, “If you need a cry or to talk you know where to find me.”

You might just have to take her up on that. His greatest love or not she is still your friend. Even if her beau is the one you really need to have a chat with, he is your best friend.

You walked back arm in arm grins on your faces, hers smooth and pretty and yours forced hoping it didn’t look pain filled or worse...a wince.

The men escorted their respective ladies to their seats to finish the play. From the moment you retook your seats, you tried hard to focus on the plot. To lose yourself within the story and for a moment forget who you were sitting next to. Your attempts had proved successful until you felt calloused fingers tenderly grab your hand. Your knee jerk response was to take your hand back, there is after all no point to playing a gracious date on his behalf. The jig as they say, was up. But you left your hand in his, for what reason you didn’t know. Your heart wanted something to remember him by you supposed, but the rest of you was ready to swear at him, hit him and do horrible things just to try and get an answer for the many why's that lay at her feet.

Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you love me? Why am I not more like Lily? Why can’t I be a ginger?... At least then you’d have something to try and get his attention with. You felt the play to your core as the pivotal point drew near. Your grip tightened some around him as the plot blossomed, your anticipation, for more than just the play, reached new heights.

By the end of the play you’d forgotten the hurt, which suited you just fine to be able to survive dinner. So much for a date...

You weren't surprised to find James and Lily waiting on you easy smiles on their faces. As you made your way out James, bless him, commented, “If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought this to be a date by the looks of things.”

You felt Severus stiffen, had that not been the idea of this outing?

“Look at that!” Lily said pointing to the small shops that were around pulling you along without much warning.

You turned to look at the boys and froze, James looked like he was ready to commit murder while Severus was as blank and stony faced as ever.

“Face the window and pretend you look interested,” Lily said exaggerating her movements to make it look like they were having an animated conversation.

You followed lead and said, “Well now I know his real reason for being here.”

Lily shook her shoulders, simulating laughter, and said, “I didn’t tell him James and I would be here tonight. I know James practically gave him a shove in your direction by telling him of what the Globe had in store this week.”

You nodded forcing a bright smile on your face despite the tears that lit up your eyes.

“James told me as much,” you admitted to her, “It’s just odd! I know he comes to the shop the days I’m not there, I don’t know if it’s because he’s avoiding me or because I did something. My boss told me about a week ago about a new staff member to help on a more permanent basis along with me so that could be it?”

“I’m your new co-worker,” Lily revealed looking partly guilty, “I was going to surprise you with the news next week.”

That struck a chord and all of the sudden you were laughing. Incredulous and hysterical peels fell from your lips. Lily looked on sadly as the pieced came together.

“What so funny?” James asked a smirk playing at his lips.

You looked up to find James and Severus had made their way over to where you and Lily were standing. James looked at you a knowing look on his face while Severus looked curious.

“Lily let me know she’d be filling in the days I wouldn’t be working at the apothecary,” you say smile still in place, “I was so relieved and am so delighted to know. Sorry about the laughing, it’s just funny that we’d wind up working together in a field we both love.”

Severus glanced at you then as if he’d never known you were into potions, he should have known after seven years plus of friendship.

Not too long later, talks of getting dinner popped up. And soon enough your small group was making their way to what promised to be a cozy establishment on the muggle side of London. You’d have to make not of keeping the name in mind for next time. New memories would need to follow after this...

Severus kept your hand on his arm as he escorted you. Your mind drifted as you walked, if this had been a real date then you’d be pressing yourself to his side and putting your head on his shoulder. You would be having a meaningful conversation about anything and everything, maybe even starting the process of getting to know the adult versions of each other.

A faint grin appeared on your face at these thoughts...hope. These thoughts were your hopes personified. You “saw” his grin, “heard” his rumbled chuckles and “felt” his hand as he caressed your own on his arm on your way to dinner.

“(Y/N)?” You heard someone call.

“(Y/N)!” You looked to find Severus looking at you worriedly, his hand on your cheek, “Are you alright?”

You gazed at him for a moment the daydream ever present. It would have been so easy to fall on that...but that wasn’t the truth.

“I’m alright Sev,” you say with a grin, “Probably more peckish than I thought.”

He looked like he didn’t believe you and was about to say more when Lily brought your attention by proclaiming they’d arrived at the bistro they had in mind.

//Time Skip//

Dinner went as you’d expected it to catching up, memories from Hogwarts, slight talk of the future. You felt Severus stiffen again when James and Lily ask the both of you not only to come to their wedding but to be a part of the wedding party as well. You nodded with a bright smile truly happy for them before covering up a “yawn” giving away that you were “tired”.

Thankfully this gave Severus a reason to take you home. The bill was split and paid, you bid your friends a good night after promising to owl. In Lily’s case in the morning to plan for lunch during the week.

Severus and you apparate into your living room from an empty alleyway. You gave him a, hopefully convincing, grin as you stepped away from him to take off your shoes.

“Can I get you anything before you head out?” You asked more out of courtesy than actually fish to have him stay.

He gave you a strange look.

“What?” You asked curiously.

You’d thought he’d wanted to leave as soon as the evening came to a close. It isn’t as if he doesn’t have anything to do the next day. And to your surprise your boss needed you to come to the store in the afternoon.

“Are you alright?” He asked neutrally.

“Yes,” you said, honest but trying not to seem as emotionally drained as you felt, “Why?”

“You’ve been out of it as they say most of the evening,” he said going to stand where you were putting your purse and wrap away.

‘That happens when your feelings for someone else become more apparent,” you thought to yourself feeling more than a little emotionally drained.

“I’m probably still a bit shocked from being asked about being asked to be part of Lily’s wedding party,” you said shrugging with a small smile.

He gave a chuckle at that but he knew there was more to that.

You resisted the urge to cross your arms over your middle in a defensive pose and waited for him to reply to that.

“I never thought he’d ask me to be part of his merry band of misfits,” he said clearly feeling awkward.

“I loved the play,” you said not knowing how to get him to leave without seeming rude.

“Maybe we can go see one again sometime?” He asked eyes brightening.

You wanted to sigh and scream and shake him to see you. Yell in his face that you were right there...if only he’d give himself and you a chance but you didn’t.

“Maybe,” you said vaguely, “It’s getting late, tomorrow I have to go into the apothecary for something staff related.”

Severus nodded at this and went to apparate out when he turned to you once again and surprised you by pressing a kiss to your forehead and saying, “I was right that night in the Astronomy tower...you really do have the most gorgeous eyes.”

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remywrites5 · 5 years ago

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Ohhh Jegulily is one of my faves. Can you do "Why is no one paying attention to this monstrosity?" pls

“Ugh,” Lily scoffed in disgust, dropping into her boyfriend’s lap. “Did you have to invite James Potter?”

Regulus laughed and nuzzled her neck gently. “He’s Sirius’ best friend. I didn’t have much of a choice inviting him to our Christmas party.”

“If he tries to kiss me under any mistletoe I’ll be kicking him in the balls,” she grumbled, putting her arms around Reg’s neck.

Reg grinned against her skin and brought his arms up to encircle her waist. “He’s not so bad. I actually used to have a crush on him at school,” he admitted. Lily made a face at him in response, causing him to laugh again. “What? He’s fit.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Yeah and he won’t let you forget it.”

“Oh come on,” Reg teased, tickling her side a little. “You didn’t fancy him even a little?”

Lily batted his hand away. “Absolutely not.”

Undeterred, Reg slid her hair off her slim shoulders and pressed a kiss through her Christmas jumper. “I think the lady doth protest too much.”

Lily scowled at him. “The lady protests just enough,” she retorted, sliding off Reg’s lap. “If he’s going to be around I’m going to need a lot more alcohol in my system.”

Reg stood up and kissed her properly. “Be nice, it’s Christmas,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her again.

“Bah humbug,” Lily joked in return.

Regulus slipped away and went to go get them some eggnog while Lily surveyed the party. Pretty much everyone she knew had been invited for Regulus and Sirius’ big holiday blowout. It was something they did every year since their Uncle had died and left them a two bedroom flat that they shared.

Lily had only started dating Regulus six months ago after they both became interns at the same publishing house. They’d bonded over having to get coffee and their boss Slughorn being an eccentric weirdo. She never thought she would willingly spend time with Sirius Black after he had been such an arsehole to her at school, but he and Reg were kind of a packaged deal and Lily loved Reg enough to suffer through it.

Unfortunately, with Sirius Black also came James Potter, who had been completely insufferable at school. She’d lost track of the amount of times he’d tried to chat her up. She wasn’t sure if James Potter just couldn’t take a hint or if he was just too unused to rejection. Perhaps it was a little bit of both.

Speak of the devil, Lily thought as James approached her.

“Lily Evans!” he said enthusiastically. “Are you a sight for sore eyes!”

“You eyes are going to be even more sore if you take another step towards me,” Lily warned him, crossing her arms over her chest.

James grinned. “Still the same old Lily, pretending you’re not in love with me.”

“Still the same old Potter, delusional as ever.”

Thankfully, Regulus came back with their drinks, handing one over to Lily as he slid his arm around her waist. “Hi James. Happy Christmas!”

“Happy Christmas!” James said beaming at Reg. “Christ Reg, you get better looking every time I see you. It’s good to know the ugly gene only effected Sirius.”

“Excuse you, I’m fucking beautiful,” Sirius said, joining their little group. “Aren’t I, Moony?”

Remus Lupin rolled his eyes, having been dragged along by Sirius. Lily liked Remus as he was the least annoying of their group. She still had yet to figure out why he was friends with such wankers. “You’re very beautiful, Pads.”

“Oh good, they’re all here,” Lily said under her breath as Peter Pettigrew walked over and stood between James and Sirius. She quickly downed her eggnog. “Oh no, I need a refill.”

She gave Reg a quick kiss and retreated to the kitchen to get some more. She eyed the bottle of brandy on the counter and thought about just drinking it straight. It would get the job done faster.

“You know Evans, I think you’re terribly unfair to me.”

Lily wheeled around and found James Potter standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Forgoing the brandy, Lily got herself another glass of eggnog. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” James said, pushing off the doorframe and coming to stand beside her. “It’s Christmas time and I’d like to be your friend.”

“Yeah right,” Lily said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Like you could be my friend and not try and get into my knickers.”

James blanched at that. “Lily, Regulus is my best friend’s brother. That basically makes him family. I wouldn’t…shit, you must think very little of me if you believe I would chat you up when you’re with him.”

James looked genuinely hurt but Lily wasn’t sure she was buying it. She’d seen him pull enough stunts in her time. When he didn’t say anything more, Lily sighed. “Fine, I will be your friend. But only because of Reg. You screw this up, Potter, and you’ll need more than Christmas magic to save you.”

“Understood,” James said, giving a firm nod. “Best behavior from here on out.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Lily said, downing another glass of eggnog.

***

After what felt like an incessant amount of knocking, Lily opened the door to find James Potter on the other side. “Sirius isn’t here,” she informed him dismissively before she remembered her promise to try and be his friend. They’d seen each other a few times since Christmas and so far James had kept his part of the bargain. There had been no chat up lines, no cheesy winks, just actual conversations.

“I’m actually here to see Reg,” James said with a mischievous grin. “We’re planning Sirius’ surprise.”

Lily furrowed her brow. It was strange that Regulus hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her. Reminding herself to be friendly, she stepped aside and let James enter the flat.

“Hi James!” Regulus greeted him, wrapping his arms around Lily from behind and placing a kiss on her neck, just in the spot that always made her eyelids flutter closed. “Ready for planning mode?”

“Only always!”

Lily watched the two of them settle on the sofa together, grinning excitedly like children. “Wasn’t Sirius’ birthday in November?” She distinctly remembered being at his birthday party where they weren’t allowed to play anything but David Bowie music.

“It’s not a birthday party,” James informed her. “Remus is going to propose.”

Lily blinked a few times. “Why isn’t he involved in the planning of it then?”

James huffed haughtily. “Remus is pants at keeping anything from Sirius. So he put us in charge of everything so that it’ll be a true surprise. He doesn’t even know when this is all going to go down. The more Moony is kept in the dark the better.”

Lily sat on the arm of the sofa and pushed her fingers into Reg’s hair. “And you’re going along with this mad scheme?”

Regulus shrugged. “He’s my brother and I want him to be happy. Besides, I always wanted to be included in a Marauder scheme but never got the chance before.”

“Sorry about that, mate.”

Regulus smiled kindly at James. “It’s okay, I appreciated the lack of detentions. At least I get to live out a bit of my childhood fantasy now.”

“So what’s the big plan?’ Lily asked, unable to keep herself from being just a tiniest bit curious.

James pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned wickedly. “It’s going to be epic.”

***

James, Lily and Regulus crouched in the bushes, hiding from view of Sirius and Remus. They’d been following the pair for the last two hours, watching them have dinner together, the restaurant band playing their song so Sirius and Remus could slow dance. Lily had to admit she was having fun watching their months of planning come to fruition.

She and Regulus had had to reign in some of James’ more outlandish ideas like a hot air balloon and sky writing. The three of them had gone back and forth on having a fireworks display until Lily decided she didn’t trust James Potter with explosions of any kind.

Despite her early reservations, Lily was shocked to find that James Potter had actually become her friend. They’d spent quite a lot of time together over the past month and a half of planning. The three of them had become quite close. She’d never thought she’d be close to James Potter to the point where they could joke around with each other easily. She had to admit that she enjoyed spending time with him. Being around James and Reg made her feel all warm and fuzzy, both of them attentive and sweet to her. She’d always thought she and Reg were a good fit, sharing a lot of the same interests, but with James it felt somehow better.

The three of them jumped into a cab after Remus and Sirius left the restaurant. They followed them to the outdoor ice skating rink where Remus was going to do the proposal. Lily watched them awkwardly try to skate, Sirius clutching Remus too tightly and making them both fall on their arse. Lily glanced over and noticed James and Reg were deep in conversation.

“Uh, why is no one paying attention to this monstrosity?” she asked, tapping Reg on the shoulder. “Did either of you even bother to ask if Remus and Sirius knew how to ice skate?”

James laughed. “That’s the whole point! They’ll hold each other tightly and lean on each other for support. It’s a great metaphor for marriage, don’t you think?”

Lily scoffed. “You’ll be lucky if they get to the actual proposal without one of them accidently severing off a limb by mistake.”

Regulus chuckled. “They’ll get the hang of it. Oh, nope they’re down again.”

“Just watch,” James hissed at them. “Ye of little faith.”

Sirius got shakily to his feet but Remus stayed on the ground, sliding up onto his knees. He pulled out the ring from his coat pocket and began his speech. It had been the only part that Remus had been in charge of because he hadn’t trusted James to write it.

“Here we go,” James said, texting someone on his phone.

“Go where?” Regulus asked in confusion. He and Lily exchanged a look right before the first firework exploded over their heads. It made them both jump and grab at each other in surprise. “I thought we agreed no fireworks!”

James smirked. “Come on, there has to be fireworks!”

Lily shook her head. “If anything catches fire, James Potter, I’m going to put it out with your big head.”

“It’s perfectly safe, Lils,” James said, rolling his eyes as if Lily were being the unreasonable one. “I wasn’t going to let my best mates get engaged without a fireworks display.”

“They are beautiful,” Reg said, watching a big green one explode in the sky.

They all looked away from the fireworks for a moment to gaze at Sirius and Remus. They had their arms around each other and were snogging like mad, neither of them paying much attention to the fireworks going on above them. Lily didn’t bother mentioning what a waste it had been to get them in the first place. It was actually kind of sweet that James had gone to all that trouble.

“They look so happy,” James said, beaming proudly at his friends. “Fuck, I wish someone would love me like that one day.”

Lily glanced over at Regulus but her boyfriend was watching James longingly. She’d had an inkling that maybe Reg’s crush on James wasn’t quite in the past as he liked to pretend. He looked as if he wanted to reach out and touch him. When he finally looked over at Lily, his cheeks went red with embarrassment at having gotten caught staring. “It’s okay,” Lily said, patting him on the shoulder.

Regulus gave her a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

Lily gave Regulus a shove towards James. “Go on.”

“Lily I don’t want to lose you.”

“Who said anything about losing me?” Lily challenged, giving Regulus a wink. Regulus’ lips curled up into a small smile and he pulled Lily into a kiss.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Regulus breathed out softly. “Seriously amazing.”

“Oi, you two!” James said, interrupting them. “It’s bad enough that I’m alone and feeling sorry for myself. Do you two really have to rub it in my face? It’s bad enough that I have no chance with either of you.”

“Says who?” Regulus asked, glancing conspiratorially at Lily.

“I, well…” James looked between the two of them in confusion. “I mean…”

“Oh my god, he’s finally shut up,” Lily joked as Reg grabbed the front of James’ coat and pulled him into a kiss. Lily watched her boyfriend kiss his childhood crush and found instead of being jealous she was just insanely proud that she’d made it happen. She licked her lips in anticipation, knowing things were only going to get better.

“I’ll shut up, I’ll shut up,” James promised once Regulus finally released him.

“Good, do that,” Lily said, taking her turn to thoroughly snog James Potter.

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remus lupin. ⌗ one

PROMPT: you and remus both like each other, but you’re too scared to admit it to one another, Soon enough, you’re forced to confront your feelings once and for all. no warnings.

“Remus will like the one on the left”Lily calls from across the Gryffindor seventh year girl’s dormitory. There’s to be a party tonight, held in the forbidden forest after curfew by a Ravenclaw student who neither you, or your red-headed friend, are familiar with. The pair of you had been invited by none other than James Potter - your best friend’s pining boyfriend - and with the end of your time at Hogwarts closing in fast, nobody is prepared to miss out on the night’s rule breaking celebrations, least of all your friends.

You sigh, knitting your brows together with an expression of annoyance - it makes Lily laugh, though this only further adds to your frustration as you stare hopelessly between two of the outfits you’ve picked out as potential candidates for the evening. “I’m not trying to impress Remus, Evans. He doesn’t like me that way, and i’ll probably never see him again once we leave school. There’s hardly any point in getting my hopes up”your words taste sour on your tongue, but you know they’re true, and that you’ve got to be harsh on yourself now to avoid embarrassment later. Remus is bookish and quiet, but he’s quick lipped when he needs to be, and just as troublesome as James Potter, and Sirius Black (only, he is much better at getting away with it). There isn’t a reason in the world why he’d choose to like you. Besides, if he did like you, you’d know by now - what with his loud mouthed friend group.

Lily lowers her gaze, clasping a small gold pendant around her neck as she edges quietly toward your bed, frowning slightly at your fallen expression “don’t say that, why wouldn’t he like you?”. Her words do nothing to console you, she’s got to say that - that’s what best friend’s are for, after all - but her sudden presence at your bedside pushes you into some sort of movement, you’ve been staring stupidly at your outfit options for the night for far too long now, and with a single drop of your hand, one falls to your bed, the other remaining at your side. “it’ll do”you speak quietly, forcing a smile to show that you aren’t completely pathetic “i’ll meet you and the others in the common room in five minutes”. The rest of the dormitory is empty other than you once Lily leaves, Dorcas and Marlene, and your other roommates have already gone on ahead of you and the boys, and it leaves you completely alone to shake off the unwelcome thoughts of Remus Lupin.

Though they return soon enough, a mere half hour later when Lily leaves you alone in the midst of the forest get together, a bottle of fire whiskey clutched in your hands. A group of Slytherin’s had banded together to sneak five crates from the stock room of the Three Broomsticks last weekend, especially for tonight, and a particularly popular Ravenclaw girl has somehow used her notable charms talent to allow music to waver on throughout the bustles of seventh year pupils. It’s all so grand, and you know that you should be enjoying it with your friends, but there’s a thought glued to your mind that never seems to leave, and his name is Remus Lupin. You seem to catch him everywhere you look, over by a shady tree talking to Peter Pettigrew, collecting a fresh bottle of butterbeer from one of the smaller crates brought by Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadows, dancing with Frank Longbottom and his new girlfriend, one of your own friends, Alice Fortescue.

For a moment, you ponder joining a group of Gryffindor girls that you’ve known since first year in their circle of shrieked laughter, but then with a fuzzy afterthought, decide against it. Your head is aching, and your vision is going blurry. You wouldn’t call yourself a light weight by any means, but glancing down at the bottle in your hands, it slips your mind just how many you’ve managed to have since arriving. Fire whiskey is strong, two alone would be enough to knock you flat, and you’ve got an idea that you may just have passed that unknowingly in your wallowing gloom for a boy who doesn’t like you back. Trouble is an understatement, you’ll be on the floor soon enough if you aren’t careful, but there’s nobody to stop you, and your mind has already blurred the line between what’s good for you and what’s bad, so you neck the remainder of the fiery liquid and wince at the burn that travels down your throat. It’s time for you to actually have fun, no more Remus Lupin.

It all seems like a good idea, and for a while it is, just you and hazy faces you can’t quite distinguish from one another. You think you find Lily at one point, dancing with her, though it ends up being a quiet girl from Hufflepuff, who leaves you a few moments later, a look of concern clear on her expression. It seems you aren’t exactly blending into the party well, not that it matters to you by this point, swaying along to the music until, all of a sudden, you feel a throb at your temples, and an acidic burning in your throat. That’s when your feet stop, and you suddenly pause to rethink everything leading up until now, only with little capability of doing so in your drunken manner. You feel hot bile burn, and then you slump over toward the ground and release the contents of your stomach into a pile of leaves.

You don’t have any time to think about the repercussions of your abrupt and unpleasant actions, because before you can even lift your head, a nearby shoe steps forward, and a hand pulls gently at your shoulder to turn you, helping you rest up against a tree trunk. “y/n?’the voice that calls your name is quiet and tender, and almost soothing as you open your eyes and rub the cusp of your palm against your cheek with a discontent groan, though you fall silent when your eyes finally focus in on the soft spoken student, a sloppy grin breaking out across your lips as you slip further into drunken obliviousness “Remus!”you shout it a little too loudly, and some nearby pupils glance over to you with judging stares. Remus notices this, and shifts, propping himself onto his knees to reach your level more comfortably, nodding with a gentle shushing sound “its me”he confirms, humouring your childlike display “you’re absolutely pissed, come on, get up”he raises his eyebrows, still smiling, voice tentative as he attempts to pull you to your feet.

He holds onto both of your hands, stepping up to his own feet as he tries to keep you steady, much to your excitement “are we going on a walk?”you ask, eyes lighting up “i think that’s a good idea”you slur your words, tone pitchy and unbalanced as you finally manage to rise up, stumbling, but not particularly taking note of this as Remus puts in the effort to catch hold of your arms when you threaten to topple straight back to the ground. “i’ve always wanted to go on a walk with you, Remus”you sing out, loudly, uncaring about who hears “but you don’t like walking with me”your lip curls up at that, eyebrows furrowing animatedly “why don’t you want to walk with me?”

Your senseless rambling makes Remus laugh quietly as he leads you out of the bustling clearing, and back toward the castle, nodding along to all the rubbish you manage to pull from your mind. “Y’know, Rem...”you glance up through your lashes clumsily, flinging yourself at the boy’s chest like a child, or a madwoman of some sort, tugging at the collar of his knitted jumper as you grin messily and slur out a sentence you regret, both instantly, and for days after the words leave your foolish lips “I really like you lots. I just think you’re wonderful...so funny....fit.....and fit....and nice... i just like you”you barely even pronounce the words, you’re so far gone, though both of you are well aware that Remus hears them loud and abrupt, because he stiffens, breezy smile slipping into a sudden frown of confusion as he becomes aware of his hands supporting your back, he raises them further up hurriedly, and swallows thickly as heat rushes at his cheeks “you...you like me?”

There is a sudden bout of shattering silence, and you almost feel sobered to the core as your mind catches up to your actions, but you’re too wasted to do much about it, and soon the concerns seem to vanish into a flurry of drunken hysterics. You laugh manically, still stumbled against Remus as he looks at you intently and works out what on earth he’s to do with the sudden confession he’s been confronted with, and the drunk girl falling into his side. Though, instead of saying anything, he steps inward, chest to chest with you once more, and lands a well aimed kiss against your lips. It ends quickly, the Gryffindor boy’s eyes running wild as he clears his throat, glancing away. Neither of you move, or speak, until voices sound out close behind you, and you peer over your shoulder with sudden curiosity, stepping away from Remus, though keeping tight hold of one of his hands, swinging it between the large gap separating the two of you “Lily!”you exclaim loudly, to which James Potter hisses for you to be quiet, and Sirius restrains a shout of laughter at.

You remember nothing of how you eventually made it into the castle without being caught when you wake up the next day, and nothing of how you changed for bed, or how you even got into bed, and for a blissful moment, you remember nothing of what happened between you and Remus Lupin. That is until you open your eyes and feel the woozy sensation of nausea rush though your body, Lily across the room making a similar expression of hungover agony to your own, only she doesn’t have any titanic sized regrets or problems like you do. You wonder if Remus can remember what happened, though it feels apparent that he does, for if you remember correctly, he was absolutely nowhere as drunk as you had been - and much to your humiliation, you’ll have to face him at breakfast soon enough, and then possibly in Hogsmeade if Lily insists you accompany her out with James and the boys (which she no doubt will) on one of the final Saturday trips you and your fellow seventh years will get to have into the small, wizarding village.

However, you’re wrong in your suspicions, because Remus doesn’t appear at breakfast, and when Lily asks where he is - sending you a knowing look of confusion at his absence - Peter replies only with “having a sleep in. Hungover” between mouthfuls of scrambled egg. Later in the day, he fails to join you and the rest of your group in visiting the Three Broomsticks, and Honeydukes, this time with no excuse other than that he has to finish a potions essay due on Monday, and that he’d rather not leave it until tomorrow to do. His failure to make any sort of conversation or effort in regards of the previous night fills you with dread - though he had kissed you, and he had been nowhere near as drunk, so that must be a good thing...mustn’t it? You confide in Lily about this when the dormitory is empty, heart pounding as you try not to stress yourself out about Remus, though to no such avail.

“you should talk to him”Lily tells you on Monday evening before dinner, sat cross legged on her bed as she signs off a letter for her parents and sister back home. Remus had stayed away all weekend, not showing for dinner on Saturday, and leaving early to walk the grounds of Hogwarts with Sirius on Sunday, only returning to sleep and eat food smuggled by James in his dormitory that night. It was rather pathetic, and it was evident that the other three boys had been informed of the dreaded Friday evening disaster, much to your embarrassment. Though, Lily had managed to stop James from being such a pain about it all, which you were grateful for. “no, you need to talk to him about it - he’s being a recluse. It’s silly, both of you are silly”

And so, you find yourself sat in the Gryffindor common room after everybody has begun making their way to dinner, having James somehow convince Remus to finally show his face. The fire is lit, and you’re more nervous than ever before as the sound of low voices erupt out behind you. James falls into view, then with an amused smile, he raises an eyebrow at his friend, who is paused behind the chair you sit at, and rolls his eyes behind the frames of his wired glasses “you are a joke, Moony”he announces flatly, quirking a dark brow “she doesn’t bite. It’s embarrassing watching you two gits. Especially you, Remus - not going to the great hall for three days? Bloody hell, you’ll never live this one down”he blinks, shaking his head, then lets slip a humoured smirk and turns on his heels to leave, ignoring Remus’ retorts.

The two of you remain silent as you turn in your chair to face the boy, a hot flush apparent on your cheeks “why would you avoid me for that long, Remus?”you manage to ask, quietly, voice threatening to wobble “what did you think I was going to do?”. He doesn’t answer right away, eyes focused in on the nearby fire place as he keeps his head low, messy curls the colour of honey as he shakes his head, at a loss for his own actions “I don’t know. I was embarrassed, I kissed you”he shrugs, swallowing back a lump in his throat as he finally glances up and meets your questioning gaze. The reply surprises you, laugh of disbelief slipping out from your mouth as you raise both of your brows at his explanation “yeah, after I admitted my feelings for you!”

Remus narrows his eyes, shrugging, half puzzled, half pitiful for himself “you were drunk, y/n. It doesn’t count”he speaks plainly, like he’s accepted it as a fact, though his expression breaks, startled, when you rise to your feet abruptly, eyes wide “it does count! What are you talking about?”you narrow your eyes, brows lowered “Remus, i’ve liked you for ages. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, at least not like that. because...I don’t know - I didn’t think you liked me like that, or that you ever would” your reply seems to shock him, sending quiet across the room as he mulls your words over and attempts to understand what you’ve just told him, for the second time in the past three days. “so...you like me?”his lips break out into a boyish grin, features lightening as you nod your head, still in disbelief at how completely oblivious someone could be.

“yes, Remus. I like you”

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