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remus lupin x f!reader word count; 3,286 warnings; very word vomit-y, very much a self-insert lol, very small mentions of sex summary; she wakes in the middle of the night and knows only two things are for certain: remus is not sleeping, and something is wrong.

There is an indentation in the shape of Remus Lupin in the space on the bed beside her.

She is not sure what actually wakes her, but she lifts her head from her pillow and knows one thing is for certain: Remus is not sleeping, and something is wrong.

She blinks away the sleep from her eyes to the best of her ability and pushes herself into an upright position. She leans over to the bedside table to click on the lamp, narrowing her eyes for a better read of the clock. It was three in the morning and the moon spilled its ghostly hues into the bedroom through the thin curtains of the window, slowly sinking further down past the horizon.

She yawns and rolls her neck, tossing the comforter away from her legs. When her feet lower to find the carpet, they meet denim instead and she kicks Remus' jeans away as she stands, pulling his burgundy jumper over her head while she makes her way towards the door.

There is a slight chill to the air when she peels open the bedroom door and her arms cross over her chest for warmth as she pads down the hallway leading into the living room and kitchen. It’s here where she finds Remus, sitting at the window, knees to his chest. He wears nothing but his boxers and she thinks that he must be cold, so she ambles towards the couch to grab a quilt.

Remus turns his head as she enters the living room, wearing his jumper and bringing a quilt over to drape over his legs. He glances up at her sheepishly, pressing his lips together in a tight smile.

“Did I wake you?” He asks, his voice still rough and gravelly with sleep. She inhales as she settles herself onto the window seat across from him, hugging her legs to her chest and stretching his jumper out to cover her knees. She shakes her head, “since it seems like you’ve been out here for quite some time, no. I just woke up.”

Still, Remus apologizes softly, watching as she eyes him up and down, tilting her head to rest it against the cool glass. His skin erupts in goosebumps and he is unsure whether it is from the air or from the intensity of her gaze but either way, he readjusts the blanket on his legs, looking anywhere but at her.

“Are you hurting again?” She asks after a moment and Remus closes his eyes— he hates how well she knows him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat again and swallows, nodding. He looks down to the quilt draped over his legs, “I’m quite surprised my tossing and turning didn’t wake you. I’ve been restless all night.”

She shrugs, “I suppose I’ve gotten used to it.”

A humorless laugh leaves Remus’s nose and she blinks, her gaze softening. “Have you taken your potion?” She questions and he tries to breathe through the irritation that tinges him at the question— of course he’s taken his potion, he does it every month but still, he hurts. He knows deep down that it is only a simple question and that she means well and the last thing he wants is to yell at her but this condition, this curse within him makes him want to scream, to kick and yell and hurt.

“Yes,” he answers a little too quickly, his tone harsh and sharp. He curses at himself beneath his breath and shakes his head, forcing his gaze back towards the window. Nevertheless, she does not flinch, doesn’t so much as blink. She’s known him far too long and been through too much with him to let something as small as this affect her.

“Where do you ache?” She asks and he snaps his head back towards her, his brows knit. “What?” He says as if he didn’t hear her and she repeats her question, to which Remus only blinks at her in bewilderment. Again, he knows she means well but really, how much does she think she can help?

He inhales and closes his eyes, willing himself to relax. With great effort, he exhales, shrugging. “My shoulders, I suppose,” he replies. “It feels like they’re going to cave in on me.”

Without hesitation, she lifts herself from her seat and moves to stand behind him, tapping his back with her palm. “Scoot,” she says simply and Remus turns, with great effort, to peer at her from over his shoulder. Before he can even protest, her gaze hardens and he has no choice but to comply, scooting himself further up the window seat until she can fit herself comfortably behind him.

An owl hoots from somewhere outside the window and the moon slowly begins to sink below the tops of the surrounding buildings. She uses the pad of her thumb to feel around his right shoulder blade and Remus winces.

“Where does it hurt?” She asks.

He hisses between his teeth, “everywhere,” he practically growls.

His muscles scream and his mind begins to swirl like a cyclone in a supercell and it takes everything within him to not snarl through his teeth and yell every obscenity in his vocabulary at her. She begins to knead through the clump of knots in his shoulder, her fingers not too gentle, yet not too rough either. Remus’s eyes flutter closed and he tries to shut his brain off, tries to just feel.

He can feel her fingers against the bare skin of his back, can feel her knee as it presses against his lower end, her hair as it brushes against his shoulder. He can smell her, the scented shampoo that’s now faint, giving way to the smell of sex and his skin burns with the memory of just mere hours before.

He begins to ease into her touch, his head even lolling back as his mind orbits thoughts of solely her. He can still taste her on his lips, his mouth buzzing with the phantom of her kiss. He drops his head and turns and she leans in closer, her breath rolling like early morning dew onto his skin.

“Does it feel good?” She asks and he hums, nodding. She breathes a laugh, “if I’d known you were in pain, I wouldn’t have provoked you earlier.”

His breath comes out as more of a laugh and he blinks up at her and their eyes meet and Merlin, it’s like all else ceases to exist when he sees her. He searches through her irises, the dilated pupils in the middle of them and finds that he’s falling more in love with her with every second that ticks past, even in the state he’s in. His heart aches in his chest and for a moment, his body forgets that it is in pain and his lips part, drawing nearer to hers.

She simply waits, continuing to knead the knots in his shoulders. His breath shudders and he wishes he had the words to convey to her how he feels in this moment but he’s too tired so instead he presses his lips to hers. They melt into one another and there’s suddenly nothing more important than her and her lips, her skin against his.

There’s a certain fervor that Remus kisses her with how that she’s never felt before and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that there’s more that’s been left unspoken. She kisses him back with the same zeal until she feels her lips begin to grow numb and she pulls away, chasing air back into her lungs.

Remus’s forehead falls against hers and it’s not until she presses her head harder against his that he meets her gaze. “Talk to me,” she whispers and he tilts his head. She narrows her eyes, “don’t play coy with me, Remus Lupin. I know when there’s something preoccupying that pretty head of yours.”

He turns and almost curses beneath his breath again— she knows him too well.

He turns back to face the window, the street below that is illuminated solely by the orange street lamps, the dark sky and the twinkling lights that litter it. He eases himself into the pads of her thumbs as they rub circles against his shoulder blades locking his fingers over his opposite wrist.

“I just…” he trails off, unsure where to begin. “…do you ever wish you could just… I don’t know… ask the universe questions?”

She tilts her head. “What do you mean?” She asks, and he sighs, shaking his head.

“I don’t know… it’s just…” he’s beginning to grow frustrated with himself again but almost as if she can sense it, she leans in to press her lips against the nape of his neck and a slither rolls down his spine and all is well again. “…sometimes I just feel like I don’t know what I’m doing or what I should be doing with my life. I wish I could just, you know, ask the universe what exactly it wants from me.”

She drops her chin to rest on his shoulder as she continues to rub through the aches there, and she grows silent. For a moment, Remus wonders if it was a mistake to open up at all.

Then, “all the time.”

Remus sighs and although this feeling— one of being lost, like he’s living in slow motion while the world keeps spinning around him— is horrible, he is, in a way, relieved that he is not alone. He leans back into her and she pulls her hands away from his shoulders to instead wrap them around his neck, allowing him to be drawn further into her.

Her lips press against the crown of his head and he closes his eyes, simply ravishing the feeling of being wrapped in the warm arms of his lover. There’s nothing better than being completely surrounded by her and it almost makes him forget about his feelings, his lycanthropy, even.

“Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is moving so fast-paced, like they’ve gotten everything figured out and I’m just… stuck,” she admits in a murmur against his head. His eyes flutter open and he breathes, focusing on the steady beat of her heart against his back.

He pauses to ponder her words for a moment, letting them swirl around his head before they finally begin to sink in. He turns ever so slightly, just enough to see her where she rests her chin on his shoulder. She blinks at him and he wonders how this girl, this beautiful, perfect, impossible girl could possibly be his, nor can he comprehend now she could possibly feel stuck. He thinks to himself whether he was failing her, if somehow, in his own state of self-destruction, he was tearing her down too.

It sends his mind down a spiral and his face darkens, which she notices his doubt as soon as it crosses his face like shadows over the moon. She nudges the underside of his jaw with the bridge of her nose, pressing her lips to his collarbone.

“Talk to me,” she urges him again in a soft murmur against his skin and Remus shivers, reaching to clasp a hand around one of her wrists as if to anchor her to him, like he’s scared that she’s letting go. She lets him, and she watches his other hand as it searches for something to do while he musters the courage to speak. She outstretches her hand and gestures for him to take it, which he does, albeit dubiously.

“I sometimes wonder if I’m even any good for you,” he admits quietly after a prolonged moment of silence. She blinks and he feels her eyelashes graze against his flesh and he almost regrets saying the words as soon as they come out of his mouth. He sighs and moves to drop her hand but she doesn’t let him, tightening her grip and lifting her chin from his shoulder. “What is that supposed to mean?” She asks and he almost flinches at her sudden clipped tone.

“I…” A breath leaves his lips frustratingly and he shakes his head. “…I don’t want you to feel stuck with me. I don’t want you to let me and my problems drag you down. I couldn’t live with myself if I were to burden you.”

There is another silence that falls like snow over them and Remus’s spine begins to stiffen with frost as chills slither down it. The air has an icy bite to it now and he knows that he must’ve said the wrong thing because now she’s pulling away from him altogether and now he’s in his head thinking, ‘now you’ve done it, Lupin. You’ve reminded her of how you’re weighing her down and now you’ve lost the only good thing you had left in your life.’

His gaze drops to his lap and he almost doesn’t realize she’s circling around to his front until he feels her middle and index finger against his chin, tilting his head up until their eyes could meet once again. Her brows are knit and the corners of her lips are cast downwards as if she’s angry but there’s a softness, a tenderness in her eyes that seems to make him feel small. It’s one he’s never really seen in her before, but he knows that what he said struck her like a blow to the chest.

Remus’s bottom lip trembles as it parts away from his top and he vows to himself that he will never, ever do anything to make her look at him like that ever again. He never wants to hurt her badly enough to see the glossy barrier form in her eyes, her tight-pressed lips that quiver ever so slightly like he sees now. All he can do is simply hold his breath and wait for her to speak again.

She swallows, and then she does. “Remus Lupin, you are such a fool!”

It comes out as more of an exclamation and she drops his chin, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest. He watches as she turns to stare out the window, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Do you not see how in love with you I am?” She asks with a scoff, her narrowing eyes finding his again. He blinks, taken aback by her outburst. “Merlin, I am so in love with you and I care so deeply for you that I cannot believe you would misinterpret it as you being a burden on me!”

He blinks again as she sinks onto the window seat before him, sinking her teeth into the plush of her bottom lip, eyeing him. His heart beats so fast with her abrupt proclamation and it takes everything within him not to shut her up with his lips on hers, he has to force himself to breathe to suppress the urge. Remus never once felt loved in the way he now knows she loves him, and he’s quite unsure what to do with himself. All he can do is sit and stare speechlessly at the woman in front of him.

“You’re the only thing I have that I’m scared to lose,” she admits, quietly this time. Remus’s gaze softens and although he wishes to move closer, he’s frozen to his spot so he simply waits for her to continue. “I said I feel stuck because it feels like nearly everyone else around me has found their purpose in their life and I’m still trying to figure out where I fit in this world,” she says and she looks off to the kitchen table across the room, an old typewriter with a blank sheet of paper standing erect on the top.

“I sit and stare at blank pages on my typewriter everyday, waiting for my will to write to come back to me,” she continues. “And somewhere deep down, I want to believe that writing is what I’m meant to do, that writing is my purpose in life, but then words don’t come and then I get into my own head and I begin to doubt.”

Remus’s heart begins to feel heavy as it soaks in her words, absorbing through his skin like a sponge. He’s never seen her so vulnerable before and it hurts knowing she’s kept all of this bottled for so long. The best he can do now is listen, to allow her to take this weight off of her chest and throw it onto him, even if only temporarily.

“All I do is doubt myself and it makes me feel so lost,” she says, her voice slowly beginning to lower and he knows that she is nearing her end. He scoots himself closer to her, reaching for her hand. She blinks down at their laced fingers, “I just feel like I’m falling behind. Sometimes I just wish things would slow down so I could have time to catch up and not doubt.”

She uses her free hand to press the pads of her fingers into one of her closed eyelids, sighing as she throws it back down to her lap. “But the only thing I never doubt is you. Never once do I doubt loving you, or caring for you. I could never see you as a burden, Remus.”

The pad of Remus’s thumb soothes over the back of her hand and she sighs again, her shoulders heaving. He lets the quilt over his legs drop to the floor and with the hand he has in hers, he draws her closer, guiding her in turning around so that this time, she could fall back against him. His arms wrap around her shoulders and he falls back against the wall so they could sit comfortably, melting into one another.

“Sorry,” she says after a moment and he shakes his head.

“Don’t be,” he murmurs against her hair. “We should’ve been talking like this a long time ago.”

She hums and they both turn to look at the night outside the window. He wishes there were more words, better words he could offer her now but he’s unsure what he could say that he hasn’t already tried telling himself. So instead, he tells her what he knows is for certain.

“I should’ve said this to you more often before but,” he starts, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I care for you too,” he says and he breathes a laugh. “I’m so completely and desperately in love with you that not even my lycanthropy can make me think it’s untrue.”

She sniffs and it comes out as a laugh and she squeezes Remus’s arm as it tightens around her. There’s not much more either can say but holding each other, even in the silence, is enough. It’s just enough to be near each other, to feel each other, and soon, both of their eyelids begin growing heavy. There’s words they left unspoken for now, but still, a silent agreement seems to hang between them and Remus feels more at ease as he finally allows himself to drift away in the arms of his slumber.

The girl in his arms feels lighter than she had just moments before, like an invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Even through her tired and blurring vision, she can make out the old typewriter from her periphery. As she, too, succumbs to her sleep, she begins to dream about a story, one that’s borne by the feeling of the boy holding her’s heartbeat against her back, by his soft breathing as he drifts to sleep, by his arms as they envelope her in his warmth.

a/n; so sorry for having been inactive for so long! if you couldn't already tell from this mess of a fic, i've really been struggling trying to write. i've started at least five drafts each of different fics over the past few months but none of them were able to get very far before i doubted myself and grew too frustrated to continue. i'm very surprised i was even able to finish this one lol it's really not my best work, but it was, in a way, an outlet for me to vent and get some of this weight off my chest. i hope you are still able to enjoy this one!

(ps, i tried a new writing style here, i hope i didn't butcher it too much lol)

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uhhlifeig · 17 days ago

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Spooky - October 25 - word count: 490 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus strolled down their quiet London street, walking Padfoot. Or rather, a “ghost” Padfoot.

The dog was draped in a white bedsheet, complete with lopsided eye holes Sirius had proudly cut himself.

The “spookiest dog in London,” the older man had declared. The werewolf snorted just thinking about it.

As they walked, Padfoot swayed with every step, the sheet flapping dramatically in the evening breeze.

A couple of neighbors stopped and stared, while others tried (and failed) to hold back their laughter.

“Is that… Remus, is that your dog under there?” Mrs. Billings from next door called out, squinting at them.

“Yes,” he replied, feigning exasperation. “He’s very into Halloween, apparently.”

Padfoot barked loudly in agreement, strutting around proudly, the sheet rustling as he strutted along with an exaggerated wiggle of his tail.

A group of small kids on the corner pointed, wide-eyed. “It’s a ghost dog!” one gasped.

Padfoot lifted his head and let out an enthusiastic howl, the sound muffled and hilariously dramatic under the sheet.

The children squealed and clapped, and one of them came over and gave “Ghost Dog” a quick pat on the head before running back to his friends, shrieking, “I touched a real ghost!”

“Enjoying the attention, are we?” Remus murmured to the dog animagus, who responded with a proud little yip, as if to say, Of course.

Just then, Padfoot attempted to hop up on a bench, attempting to dramatically perch- but his paws slipped on the fabric, and the sheet fell. He scrambled, tail wagging furiously as he tried to get free.

Remus couldn’t hold back his laughter as he bent down, helping untangle his dramatic “ghost.” “Come on, Scary Dog, before you hurt yourself.”

Padfoot barked again, giving his most dignified shake before trotting onward, head held high as if the mishap had never happened. They continued down the street, gathering chuckles, waves, and even a few phone photos as Padfoot continued his ghostly strut through London.

By the time they turned toward home, Padfoot was still proudly wearing his “costume,” though it was now askew, draped over him like a toga.

As soon as they stepped into their flat and closed the door, Sirius transformed back, still tangled in the sheet and grinning like a maniac. “Did you see their faces? I’m a legend!”

The younger man smirked, crossing his arms. “You’re a menace, that’s what you are. We’re probably going viral by now.”

Sirius threw the sheet dramatically over his head, leaning in with wide eyes. “OoOoo, beware, Remus Lupin, I’ll haunt you foreeeever…”

The dirty-blonde man laughed, rolling his eyes as the noiret did his ghost impression. “You’ve been haunting me for years already. You think I’m scared now?”

Sirius grinned. “Just you wait. I’m the ghost with the most!”

Remus chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Sirius’s hair, walking into the kitchen. “Alright, Casper, let’s get you some tea. Your ‘haunting’ has probably terrified the whole neighborhood.”

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merikaberika · 2 months ago

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First time posting original work, kinda nervous. Anyway, I had this idea during a dream and immediately wrote down what I could when I woke up.

Summary: Remus lupin visits an old friend who never left the castle.

There she was exactly where he'd found her all those years ago. Her ghostly body floated above him as he slowly made his way over to her. Even though death had drained her of colour he could still see the yellow of her jumper and the red scarf she had around her neck. He walked up to the window she was staring out of.

“ It seems we both can't escape this place.” He spoke with a gentle sort of pain.

“At Least you can choose to leave.” she’d replied. If she'd had lungs she'd be holding her breathe, they hadn't spoken since the day she died. Her death was an accident, or so they told everyone. In the years-long fight against evil she had fallen victim at a time inconvenient for Dumbledore and his plans. “ The students aren't as bad as they used to be” she told him as she floated down, lowering her body to reach his eye level.

“the new generation will do well.” He agreed. Still keeping his eyes trained on the view, trees that swayed in the cool evening breeze. The moon wasn't visible, but if it had been it would've sat in the sky in a crescent like shape. “Their children visit me, you know.” she states more than asks him, turning her head to look at him.

The scars on his face almost glowed as she floated closer. “ I answer the questions they ask.” she continued, “ Luna asked about her mother, who her school friends were. Neville came to me when he passed a quiz he was particularly worried about.” she spoke sitting down on the sill of the large gothic style window. “The twins have their parents but their mother doesn't like their inventions. They use this corridor to test most of them. Harry joins them sometimes. He's the spitting image of his father.”

He finally faces her, tears falling down his face “I'm sorry I wasn't there” his voice breaks, “I'm sorry, I didn't come looking for you that night.” He falls to his knees, softly crying to the woman he loved. “ I know you are, Love.” She tries to hold him but knows all too well that her hand will go straight through him. “Love, look at me” she instructed, “you're not the one who killed me. I was basically alone in the castle. It was Christmas for Godric's sake.” she explains as he looks at her, tears staining his face. “ no-one thinks the professor's aid is going to be targeted, especially on Christmas.”

She kneels down next to him, with the most loving look in her eyes. “It's time you move on Remus. Live your life while you still have it. And I'll teach the new witches and wizards all about those who came before them.” she leaned her head against the brick where he had laid his head moments ago.

“Are you sure?” he asks her softly, “more than. I'm 100% positive that you should live your life.” she answers. He wipes his face of any tears with a handkerchief from his pocket. “I love you.” He said finally standing up to his full height, “I always will” he looked at her as she too raised herself from the floor. “ I wouldn't expect any less,” she says slowly, looking down at her hands. The translucency setting her back into her reality, “you should go back to your office, the twins usually sneak out around this time. Wouldn't want them seeing you here.”

With one last look she takes off down the hall, falling into sobs of her own as she leaves his sights.

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diwatopia · 6 months ago

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★ pass on ; remus lupin.

info: comfort, ghost!remus lupin x gn!reader, under 1k. warnings: ghosts, mention of dead body, amateur detective!reader lol.

you live with a ghost, more specifically the ghost of one remus lupin.

if we're being completely honest, you're not even sure how you can see him, let alone live with the poor sod. he's sweet though, probably the sweetest man you've lived with, even if it's against both of your wills.

"what movie are we watching tonight, dovey?" he asks, hovering over the chipped wood of the apartment's floorboards.

he sits next to you on the sofa, limbs something akin to what a tangled mess with yours would look like. "hm, no movie tonight. maybe good omens, how does that sound?" you whisper, lazily curling into his side, well as best as you can manage, that is.

"sounds perfect. been meaning to re-watch season two by now," he hums in agreement, cheeks puffed out like a child as he exhales deeply.

"should we watch a season one refresher?" you ask with a cheeky grin and remus knows this smile all too well. it's more of a 'let's-rewatch-our-favorite-show-again-even-though-we-did-a-watchathon-weeks-ago' type of grin.

he snorts, shrugging. "not like i have much to do outside of the apartment anyways." he attempts to joke but it falls flat, his eyes drooping in disappointment at the remembrance of his ghostly being.

there's nothing that stops the frown from melding itself onto your lips, gazing up at him with an empathetic coo.

"we'll get a break in the case soon, rem." you whisper, tilting your head up to look at him with an assuring expression. you scramble to pause the intro that plays on the telly.

remus sighs, "i-i don't remember anything at all though. it's difficult to remember those last moments, let alone where my body is. maybe... we should give up, dove." his voice cracks slightly, as if about to cry but he quickly covers it up like he was clearing his throat.

"no, absolutely not. i'm not giving up on you, let alone stopping you from finally resting after all these years. you deserve it, remus." you urge, attempting to hold his hand but your very much alive body just glides right past his, your grimace matches his.

silence blankets over the apartment like a thick quilt, slightly suffocating yet so unbelievably warm that perhaps you wouldn't mind not leaving if it meant being this cozy with remus.

"i won't give up on you," you repeat.

remus catches your fixed look on him, crooked smile barely gracing his lips but hey, a smile nonetheless. "there's my rem..." you coo softly, watching as his cheeks turn a soft strawberry hue.

"i'll get you out of here," you assure him one last time.

★ diwa's notes: haiii sorry for this late ass post, i've been (tw: depression) mega uber super duper depressed but i'm trying to get back into wanting to write. perhaps i'll do a pt 2 for this??? idkkkk

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runesp00r · 27 days ago

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I feel like it’s not 100% unreasonable to say that James Potter had a serious savior complex. Think about it. He is arguably the most normal, untraumatized individual when he gets into Hogwarts and for his first six years there (to my knowledge), and he’s still friends with some of the most freakish, damaged outcasts in the entire school. And he has a lot to choose from — he’s smart, rich, capable, attractive, funny, mischievous, popular — but he chooses these people.

Psychologically, there has to be something there, right? Moreover, his rivalry with Snape is obviously a story device used to explain why Snape had generational beef with Harry, which is fine. But let’s put some depth to it: Snape was kind of racist in his childhood years (and might still be? I can’t recall), and James’ crush was a Mudblood, and also Snape’s best friend. James Potter already has a very strong set of morals, and when you combine that with his crashout level of harassment on Snape, you can kind of extrapolate that he might’ve been cruel to Snape because he was an asshole. In no way does this defend James’ behavior: he was incredibly cruel. But sometimes savior complexes give you an ego, and that ego tells you that you’re allowed to hex people you think are assholes.

Also, his savior complex is not the romanticizable one. Again on the ego: he probably thinks he’s making the other three’s lives better just by being in it. James Potter is your average frat guy, when it comes down to it: he pulls pranks and throws parties and bullies people, but he’s so popular that the people he’s close to get elevated by association. Some part of him probably thought he was saving them in that way, saving them from the life he imposed on Snape.

But I digress on that point. Let’s consider the implications of a savior complex on the Marauders as a whole. It was James’ idea to learn how to be Animagi for Lupin’s sake — a point towards my argument, if anything — and he was also close to Sirius. Sirius is an abuse victim. Abuse victims tend not to open up about the extent of their suffering, because they find it shameful or dangerous if their abusers learn they’ve been loose-lipped, or some combination of both. I can guarantee it took Sirius years to open up to James in full, and when he does, James realizes he’s totally missed the bar. He rethinks every careless joke he’s cracked and how Sirius’ stony face wasn’t some sort of prank against him — it was because his jokes were Sirius’ actual life. (Same for Lupin, right? A rumor spreads in Hogwarts about a wild animal on the loose at night, and James suggests hunting it. Totally misses how Lupin’s face goes ghostly pale.) He realizes he’s got so much more on his hands than he’s expected, and since he’s elected himself the group leader (by ego alone), he thinks it’s his responsibility to make up for it.

Moreover, there’s James’ loyalty. Lupin says James sees it as the “height of dishonor to mistrust [your] friends.” Learning people keep secrets from you when you’ve been so open about your life can be severely discouraging for anyone. And of course, James has a privilege of being open: it is much easier to say your dad yelled at you for crashing the car than it is to say your dad beat you bloody for saying the wrong thing at the dinner table. He didn’t get that. He trusts his friends with every aspect of his life and then realizes that they felt they couldn’t trust him. Or rather, that the truth would ruin the relationship they have with James, which is one where he provides them with some sort of happiness and connection, and it would be stained by him knowing the true extent of their damages.

(I’m excluding Peter from this. I think he genuinely was just a social outcast who got a better life because the Marauders took him in, and kind of fucked it up because he also, oddly enough, has an ego problem. There’ll be a post on this later.)

For Sirius, James (and the Marauders) were the family he wanted more than anything. For Lupin, they were a chance to feel human in the in-betweens. For James… they were just friends. He somehow overestimated and underestimated his importance to them at the same time. He takes it as a burden, later on, to maintain himself and therefore maintain their happiness. I think that’s a fun idea: after all, why not make the father of the Boy Savior want to be a savior of his own? What did he do in his dying moments, if not try and save his family in a valiant final stand?

Why not make this savior complex dangerous and overdone in his later years? He realizes he has their lives in his hands and that it isn’t so simple as just throwing parties and sneaking out at night, that they’re all horrendously codependent, that the love he desires from everyone is nothing in comparison to what they have for him. Fleeting admiration and envy pales in comparison to the brotherly love they have. They’d lay down their lives for him. Would he do the same for them? He finds the answer is yes. Let’s see him being overly proactive, monitoring every passing glance and fidget from his friends, trying to make sure they’re feeling alright around him. Let’s see them getting frustrated, because they didn’t want a savior, they just wanted a friend who didn’t see them as projects to improve (not knowing he kind of saw them that way anyways, because, you know, ego).

He grew up well. Safe. Loved. His parents always told him how blessed he was and that he should always try to make people’s lives better when he can. To stand up to the evil you see in the world (though the extent to which he did this was… a little cruel, and unfortunately expected for any teenage boy). He took it to heart.

I suppose I should’ve prefaced this by saying I haven’t read any of the Marauders fic that people hail as new canon here. I’m just going off of my gut and trying to respect what was put in the books, even though I really don’t agree with JK Rowling on much of anything. So maybe this is not a new idea at all; just wanted to share my take on it.

#james potter #marauders #post: character analysis #harry potter

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Golden Era w/ Prompt 10

Y/N is a Gryffindor who'd managed to befriend the Slytherin boys (Mattheo, Enzo, Theodore, Draco, and Blaize). They're all in Defense Against The Dark Arts during Year 4 and Mad-Eye Moody pulls out the Boggart Closet.

"Please, don't leave me alone"

"Alright everyone," Professor Alastor Moody grunted while pushing a tall cabinet into the middle of the room, "gather around." The cabinet had a thick chain and heavy padlock holding the doors closed, but it seemed that they could barely hold back whatever was inside the cabinet.

"What do we know about Boggarts?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"A Boggart is a household spirit. It's shape-shifting non-being that can take on the shape of the observers worst fear. The first known sighting of a Boggart-" Proffesor Moody cut her off very quickly. "Thank you, Miss Granger. We don't need a history lesson today." Hermione was bright red and there were a few chuckles.

"Sir, Professor Lupin introduced us to the Boggart last year."

"I'm aware, Mr. Potter. Though his method of teaching was a bit... Riddikulus," there were laughs and groans throughout the group with that one.

"Great, this Professor will be even more moronic than the last." Y/N elbowed Draco, which earned her a scowl. Of course, Professor Moody happened to hear his snide comment and called Draco up first. Y/N wasn't really surprised to see the Boggart morph into Lucius Malfoy. Draco quickly pulled out his wand and let out a panicked "Riddikulus".

"No way in hell am I gonna be doing this today", Mattheo murmured, and of course Y/N understood why. She knew just who would appear before Mattheo, and didn't know if anyone in the class would be ready for that.

When the Boggart-Lucius's clothes changed to a frilly dress and his cane to a big lollipop, everyone was cracking up. The laughter was short-lived, however, as Professor Moody quickly pushed the Boggart back into the cupboard, locked it, and turned around furiously.

"No! If you can't manage to face your fears without using magic, then you'll never survive in yhe Wizarding World! Someone else!"

Y/N raised her hand to ask how they were supposed to face the Boggart if they couldn't use their magic, but Moody took it a different way.

"Miss L/N, thank you for volunteering."

"No, sir, I just had a-", he ignored her, waving her up to the front of the room and turning to unlock the closet again. Y/N had no choice but to face her own Boggart. She walked slowly to the front of the room, feeling the eyes following her. She tried to plant herself as Moody quickly backed away from the closet. The doors remained shut for a moment, even after the lock came off. They suddenly slammed open, eliciting several shrieks and making Y/N jump.

Though the doors were now open, nothing came out. Y/N could hear murmuring behind her, people asking why nothing was coming out, why nothing had happened. Then, she felt it.

A cold gust of wind, unintelligible whispers in her ear. There was the faintest outline of a smokey figure beside her. She turned, trying to get a glimpse at it, but it vanished before she could see it. She felt the same cold behind her and turned. She could just barely make out the face of the person the Boggart had chosen to appear as.

"Mom", Y/N breathed. She tried to reach out, but the figure backed away and vanished. She turned quickly, trying to find her, but instead saw her father. "Dad?" He, too, vanished. She tried to look to her classmates, tried to see if anyone else could see the ghostly figures, but everyone was gone.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Mattheo had had a feeling something would go wrong during the day since the moment he'd woken up. It was a dreadful feeling that rested in the pit of his stomach, and it only grew the closer they got to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Something bad was waiting for them on the other side of the door.

He could at least find some solace in the fact that the Slytherins shared that class with the fourth-years of Gryffindor. A certain someone happened to be from their rival house, but that didn't stop him and the others from befriending the kind, (Y/H/C) haired girl.

She and Mattheo met during an assignment they'd been paired for in Potions. They'd had to brew a Calming Draught, and gotten to know each other while perfecting their potion. Mattheo knew there was something special about her, and that he'd wanted to keep her around, so he introduced her to the others and she'd become a regular in his group of friends.

As soon as the bell rang, he hurried from the greenhouses and to the Defense Against the Daek Arts Room. After Professor Moody let Hermione explain what was in the locked closet, Mattheo understood exactly why he'd had a terrible feeling all day. The worst that could happen would be his father appearing before him in front of the entire class. Mattheo had to work hard to convince other students that he was more than just Voldemort's son. If he'd suddenly appeared and offered Mattheo a position beside him before the entire room, that'd all be lost.

Thankfully, Draco was called to the front of the room instead. His father appeared before him, and Mattheo turned to Y/N and mumbled out something about absolutely not going to the front. He felt his heart lift with her quiet chuckle. Class couldn't be so bad with her around.

"Riddikulus!" Lucius Malfoy was suddenly in a puffy dress, holding a comically large lollipop. The class roared with laughter, but it was cut-off by Mad-Eye's angry rambling. He called Y/N to the front of the room and told her she couldn't use her magic to ward off the Boggart. The sinking feeling returned to Mattheo's stomach, along with a searing rage. How was she supposed to defend herself?

At first, it seemed she didn't have to. The door to the closet didn't open for at least thirty seconds, and though it did with a bang, nothing came out. At least, they didn't think anything did. Not until Y/N turned rapidly in ever direction, seemingly seeing something that nobody else could. She turned to face the class, but called out as if she thought nobody else was in the room with her.

"Draco? Enzo? Mattheo?" Each time she said one of their names, she turned in another direction, like she was seeing them in another form. She was nearly unblinking, and couldn't seem to see or hear anyone who was really there. Mattheo shoved through their concerned but unhelpful classmates to the front of the room, just as Y/N sank to her knees.

He grabbed her hand, kneeling beside her, and pulled out his wand. "Riddikulus!" He still couldn't see the Boggart, but he watched Y/N's clouded eyes follow something to the closet before the doors closed themselves. Moody chained and locked the doors together.

Y/N turned to Mattheo, eyes finally clear and seeing, but full of tears. She collapsed into his arms with a sob. "Please, don't leave me alone," she whispered. Blaize, Enzo, Theo and Draco had made their way to the front of the group and Mattheo glanced at them before asking a question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.

"What did you see, Y/N?" She was silent for a moment. She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "Please, don't leave me alone."

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #enzo berkshire #theodore nott #draco malfoy #blaize zabini #slytherin #gryffindor #harry potter #golden era #x reader

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“ Lupins, Lake Pukaki & Mount Cook “ // © Kyle Kotajarvi

Music: ghostly echoes, creamy, 11:11 Music Group - roslyn (slowed + reverb)

#Lake Pukaki #Mount Cook #New Zealand #nature #landscape #spring #lupins #wildflowers #4K #8K #fpv #reels #aesthetics #wanderlust #explore #follow #discover

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l-lend · 6 months ago

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🪻Part of the Flower Fic Event 🪻

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a/n: I'm back but I'm a tad rusty

Deft fingers plucked a sprig of vegetation from its place among its brethren. With careful inspection for any signs of blight, the herbalist’s gaze fell to her escort. An impish smile curling her lips.

“Ser Wolffe, I’m inclined to warn you that if you keep that expression it may freeze.”

She was met with a humorless laugh, “Is that your way of putting a curse on me?”

“If I intended to do harm, I would have slipped my turmeric reserves in your wine skin while you slept.”

Her eyes drew to the skies overhead. The clouds granting a reprieve from the afternoon sun.

The clink of plate mail reached her ears, “Have enough weeds for your potions?”

The herbalist cast a sideways glance, “Medicinal herbs for my elixirs, and no, these would barely last your men a week.”

Silence enveloped the pair as she trekked deeper into the forest. Her armored shadow trailing behind.

The tranquility of their herb expedition was halted as the heavens opened up pouring rain onto floral and fauna alike. The pair slogged through the muck to their refuge, a cave hopefully abandoned of creatures. A firm grip on her shoulder halted her scurrying.

"Stay near the mouth."

His other hand drew his sword from its sheath. He stepped deeper into the cave, sword at the ready for any beast that called this cave home.

The apothecary peeled back the hood of her cloak. The material clinging to her from the downpour. Her satchel soon met the ground as gently as she could. The flora samples and vials of many elixirs and tonics softly clinking together. She freed herself from her cloak as he returned.

"It's abandoned. We can wait for the rain to pass."

With the issue settled, the knight took to gathering what dry wood that could be found. After attempts to coax a spark, the herbalist began to rummage through her satchel. Finding her target, she produced a sealed vial containing a ghostly white plant. The cork loosened with a satisfying pop, she tipped the vial onto the collection of wood.

"You have a spell for this,"

Her nose scrunched as she set to work with her flint and steel. Once. Twice. On the third strike, a spark finally fell into the moss setting it alight. The wood beginning to crackle as it began to catch.

"I'd prefer trusting in science over waving hands and muttering hexes."

The knight slipped his belt from his waist, resting his sword against cave wall. His chest plate was soon to join his weapon revealing a charcoal tunic. A lupine silhouette etched into the fabric with meticulous thread work.

Her gaze whipped away from his form in favor of her satchel. A metal pot being worked loose from its fastenings before she tipped over a few waterskins before she set to work on her mortar and pestle. A tincture of violet petals soon ground into a fine powder with her deliberate motions. The pot soon being warmed by the bed of embers as the powder was split between two cups.

He studied her ministrations. The soft scraping of stone on stone melded well with the crackling of the fire. It was not much longer before a steaming mug of the mixture was before him.

"It'll take the chill out, and allow you a night's rest."

At meeting his unwavering gaze, she took a sip from the mug before offering it once more.

"It's harmless lavender. It only helps."

He gingerly wrapped his fingers among the mug, savoring its warmth before he lifted the beverage. The scent he was only familiar with in large cites wafted towards him. Its delicate floral notes momentarily softened his vigilance.

The mixture met his lips and soon warmed his core only to spread outward as time passed. His muscles less rigid. A sigh allowed to leave his lips.

Perhaps some witchcraft would be a welcomed comfort. As long as she was the one to brew her potions for him.

@locitapurplepink, @rain-on-kamino, @writing-positivelyexisting, @burningfieldof-clover, @padawancat97, @ahsokastechie

#cloneflowerficevent #wolffe x reader #medieval au #commander wolffe x reader

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ecliptiz · 1 year ago

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MARAUDERS╰► PINTEREST BOARD’S

Including ➛ James Potter, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape & Peter Pettigrew

James Potter ➛

( ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ - Qᴜᴇᴇɴ )

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— The haunting notes of the music filled the room, an ethereal melody that seemed to emerge from the depths of another world. The scent of coffee hung in the air, intertwining with an enigmatic fragrance, as if an ancient secret was concealed within it. A gentle breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, causing the crimson curtains to dance mysteriously, hinting at unseen forces at play.

The music player, seemingly of its own accord, played the song at a tempo that defied time, as if tapping into a forgotten rhythm from an age long gone. The lyrics, soft and almost whispered. In the midst of the room stood a figure wrapped in an red sweater – tufts of curly brown hair framed a face adorned with round glasses and a sly, enigmatic smile that seemed to hold untold secrets.

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Remus Lupin ➛

( ꜱᴛᴀʀᴍᴀɴ - ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʙᴏᴡɪᴇ )

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— Crickets ceased their chirping as the haunting hoots of owls pierced the night sky. The eerie symphony of nocturnal creatures echoed through the air, enveloping the Hogwarts courtyard in an otherworldly ambiance. Bathed in the ethereal glow of a half-crescent moon, the once shrouded grassy expanse now revealed its mystical charm.

Amidst the nocturnal enchantment stood a figure shrouded in a tattered brown sweater, the sleeves rolled up to reveal weathered forearms. In his scarred hands, he clutched an ancient book whose pages seemed to whisper forgotten secrets.

A music player, seemingly out of place in this magical setting, perched silently on the ledge of a fountain. From its depths, a haunting melody filled the air, its soft voice cutting through the night like a siren's call.

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Sirius Black ➛

( Qᴜᴇᴇɴ - ʙᴏʜᴇᴍɪᴀɴ ʀʜᴀᴘꜱᴏᴅʏ )

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— The vast common room lay deserted, imbued with an eerie stillness, the only sound a faint echo of a music box's calm but rushed melody that seemed to linger in the air like a ghostly presence.

As the fire crackled in the hearth, the rain outside gently tapped against the windowpanes, adding to the ambiance of mystery that enveloped the room. The night moon cast a dim glow, its faint light seeping through the large window, casting elusive shadows upon the floor.

Party streamers sprawled haphazardly, their once vibrant colors now a faded, chaotic mess. Red solo cups lay strewn on the ground and tables, some still bearing traces of spilled alcohol, while others stood empty, their revelry long spent.

Amidst this post-celebratory scene, a solitary figure reclined on the crimson couch, his body sprawled in a relaxed manner. A black leather jacket hung nonchalantly from his shoulders, accentuating his striking collarbones. With eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar, pulled into a peaceful slumber.

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Peter Pettigrew ➛

( ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛʟᴇꜱ )

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— In the heart of a breathtaking flower field, a gentle breeze danced among the vibrant wildflowers, painting the landscape with a kaleidoscope of colors. Amidst this floral splendor, a boy found his place, nestled in a flattened haven surrounded by the bloom's delicate embrace. His blonde hair swayed like strands of golden silk, mirroring the playful rhythm of the wind.

Beside him, a music player spun gracefully, emanating an enchanting melody that blended soft lyrics and ethereal instruments. The music seemed to weave a spell, harmonizing with the serenity of the scene. As the sun neared the peak of its descent, its warm rays enveloped the boy, casting a golden glow that illuminated the blossoms and breathed life into the entire field.

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Regulus Black ➛

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— In the dimly lit room, the soft caress of a breeze rustled the dark green curtains, hinting at a world beyond the shadows. A crumpled black blanket adorned the bed, while pillows lay scattered, bearing witness to an unknown turmoil that had unfolded within these walls.

Amidst the enigmatic ambiance, a haunting melody played softly, its origin concealed like a whisper in the wind. The figure of a young boy, his hair as dark and curly as the night, sat perched at the edge of the bed. His slim, pale fingers tangled together, a mystery in their own right, as they gripped his head, shielding it from prying eyes. His shoulders hunched, and subtle tremors ran through his body, like the echoes of secrets yearning to break free.

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Severus Snape ➛

( ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ - ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ )

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— Within the hushed confines of the classroom, a symphony of subtle sounds played in harmony. The occasional scratch of quills, the gentle creaking of chairs, the soft bubbling of cauldrons, and hushed whispers created an atmosphere of focused concentration.

In one corner, a boy stood, a mysterious figure obscured by long, greasy black hair that veiled his face like a curtain. His dark, intense eyes remained fixed on the bubbling potion before him, a cauldron filled with secrets waiting to be unlocked. Methodically, he stirred the concoction, his movements deliberate and purposeful as he added ingredients with quiet precision.

Amidst the ambiance of academia, a soft song played discreetly in the background, the student having sought permission from the professor. The melody floated through the air, its gentle rhythm blending seamlessly with the subdued sounds of the classroom. Soft lyrics whispered in the boy's ears.

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PROBABLY WILL Add as I go on, just things that remind me of these characters, there story’s and things.

Ps. The links are to the Pinterest board, not the song.

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dontlookforme00 · 2 months ago

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DTIYS WINNERS- thanks for waiting so long ouch !!!! (IF YOU DIDNT ENTER, YOU SHOULD STILL CLICK ON THE LINKS AND REBLOG THE PEOPLE'S AWESOME ART...)

I wanna say thanks guys. Ty

In third place we have ... drumroll. . .. . this piece by @felix-lupin !!!!! !

:DDDDDD this was the first piece submitted and I dropped my phone to go see it u have no idea the joy I got when somebody outside of my immediate mutual circle joined the dtiys!! Tysm fr!!!!! Ur art piece is so cool and I point at the details u copied so violently. Yes they're doing the same pose!! Your depictions of the three were also exciting cos although I don't draw him NEARLY enough I'm a sucker for the half silhouette soul. AND THE STARS IN HEART'S BLINDFOLD????👍 👍!!

In second .. . . . . this piece by @ghostly-one !!

Aawwuwuwuwueygduwgdf the background duude. Psychedelic eyestrain shit /aff. Love it adore it. Soul is so deranged it's scary, he's seconds away from actually tearing their throats out dude. Help this man. THE COLOURS FOR EACH OF THE THIRDS ARE ALSO SO SATURATED it's incredibly eye-catching. !!!!!!!!! Ty ghost :3

And firstly,,,,,,, this by @star2stop !!

YEHAHH u mightve been the last one but that's okay we forgive you /j heheh. (The ideas for the plushies were awesome even if u didn't get to making them. BTW. U should totally post those) Aaaa it's like the most dramatic comic panel I've ever seen. Colours. Explosion. Gradients. VIOLENCe. Ur iconic unmistakable artstyle is, for want of a better word, banger, and I'm so glad there's a piece of it that exists based off MY art. 👍 👍

Man I forgot what I originally said the 'prizes' would be. I think it was 3rd-doodle or line art, 2nd-coloured, 1st- rendered????? Whatever yea feel free to dm me with whatever characters you'd like me to draw, if any!!!!!!!! Thanks again

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sunflowerabyss · 11 months ago

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A Lesson in the Patronus Charm

Pairings: Professor!Remus Lupin x Student!Reader

Plot: In the late hours at Hogwarts, you seek Professor Lupin's help to master the Patronus charm.

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), fluff

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The Gryffindor common room was cloaked in a hushed stillness, the flickering fire casting dancing shadows on the walls. The soft snores of your fellow students echoed in the air as they peacefully slept, undisturbed by the weight that rested heavily on your shoulders. Your frustration had reached a boiling point; you couldn't master the Patronus charm, and the thought of facing the looming Dementors during the upcoming practical exams sent shivers down your spine.

Tossing and turning in your bed had proved futile, so you slipped out of the dormitory, determined to seek the guidance of the one person who could help—Professor Remus Lupin. Clad in your Hogwarts robes and clutching your wand, you navigated the darkened corridors, haunted by the ghostly glow of your own Lumos charm.

As you approached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, doubt gnawed at your resolve. What if you were interrupting his rest? What if he was busy with preparations for the next day's classes? The anxiety swirled within you like a tempest, but the urgency to conquer the Patronus charm propelled you forward.

Gently, you rapped on the classroom door, the sound echoing through the quiet corridor. A nervous energy pulsed through you as you waited for a response. What if he didn't hear you? What if—

"Come in," Lupin's voice called from the other side.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you slowly pushed the door open. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a few candles, revealing Professor Lupin hunched over a desk strewn with parchment and quills. He looked up from his papers, a warm smile gracing his tired features.

"Ah, Miss L/N," he greeted, setting aside the papers. "What brings you here at this late hour?"

The warmth of his smile melted away your fears, and you stepped further into the room. "Professor, I've been struggling with the Patronus charm. I couldn't sleep, and I thought… I thought maybe you could help."

Remus' eyes softened with understanding. "Of course, I'm happy to help. The Patronus charm is a challenging one. Have a seat."

You took a deep breath, finding a chair across from his desk. As you shared your frustration and fears, Lupin listened attentively, offering words of encouragement. The flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes, casting a glow that seemed to chase away the darkness that clung to you.

With a reassuring nod, Remus stood and walked over to a small table where his wand rested. "Let's work on it together. Focus on that happy memory, and let the magic flow through you."

Frustration gnawed at you as you struggled to conjure your Patronus. Despite Professor Lupin's patient guidance, the ethereal form remained elusive, slipping through your grasp like elusive mist. Lupin observed silently, his eyes filled with encouragement.

"Focus on a positive memory," he suggested gently. "Something that fills you with joy."

Closing your eyes, you sought a happy moment, and his smiling face emerged, a beacon of warmth. As the incantation left your lips, a silver wolf materialized beside you, but the success was bittersweet as a tinge of disappointment lingered.

Lupin, however, said nothing, only offering a supportive nod. With a flick of his wand, he cast his own Patronus—a majestic wolf that joined yours in the magical space. The two wolves locked eyes, and without a word, they chased each other playfully, a dance of magic and connection that spoke volumes.

The room felt alive with the energy of their movements, and as the wolves settled down, Lupin's gaze met yours. There was a shared understanding in the silent exchange, a recognition of the unspoken emotions that had manifested in the form of their Patronuses. The wolves lay side by side, the air infused with a quiet, intimate connection that transcended words. In that moment, the boundaries between teacher and student blurred, a connection beyond the realms of academia. The air crackled with unspoken tension as your eyes locked onto Professor Lupin's.

"Love, in all its forms, shapes the Patronus," Lupin said, his voice a soft murmur that filled the quiet room. "It's not confined to one type. It's about the depth of the connection, the strength of the emotion."

The mention of love had cast a new light on the situation, and the room seemed to shrink as you both sat in the aftermath of his revelation. The weight of his words hung between you, a palpable connection.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you absorbed his words, realizing that the reason your Patronus took the form of a wolf was the profound love and admiration you held for him. The revelation stirred a mixture of emotions within you—gratitude for his guidance, a deep admiration for the man before you, and, perhaps, a sentiment that dared to flirt with the edges of romantic affection.

As if sensing the unspoken words lingering in the air, Lupin's gaze intensified. "And what about you, Miss L/N? What memory fueled your Patronus?"

You hesitated, then took a deep breath. "It's your smile, Professor. Every time I've struggled or felt lost, your kindness and your smile have been my anchor. I… I love the way you make me feel."

A soft, tender smile played on Lupin's lips, and he reached across the desk, his hand covering yours. The touch sent a jolt through you, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

"Love takes many forms," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But we must tread carefully. The roles we play in each other's lives are defined by these walls and the rules they hold."

A moment of uncertainty passed between you, the forbidden nature of the emotions hanging in the air like the scent of a forbidden potion. Yet, in that moment, the walls seemed to crumble, leaving only the vulnerability of two souls drawn together by fate.

You locked eyes once more, the unspoken understanding lingering in the gaze you shared. "I can't deny what I feel, Professor Lupin," you confessed, your voice wavering with a mix of courage and vulnerability. "And I sense something in you too, something beyond the role of a teacher."

Lupin's thumb brushed gently over the back of your hand, and he sighed, a mixture of longing and resignation in his eyes. "Miss L/N, the path we're on is fraught with challenges. I won't jeopardize your future or my position as your teacher."

Your heart sank, but you nodded in understanding. "I'll graduate soon, Professor. And when I do, if you'll have me, I'll wait for you."

Lupin's gaze softened, and he nodded. "Patience is a virtue, they say. If it's meant to be, we'll find our way to each other when the time is right."

As the moon bathed the room in its soft glow, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope mingled with the ache of longing. The forbidden romance had been acknowledged, the connection deepened, and the promise of a future hung in the air, leaving you both caught in the delicate dance between what was and what could be.

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