#he couldn't do anything about the fact that sirius escaped so this was the small vengeance left to him

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This is my personal opinion on the prank and Sev’s relationship with the Marauders and I’d love to hear your thoughts because you like both James and Sev.

I don’t think the Marauders ever cared for it, not even Remus, he only felt sorry for himself but he didn’t care for Sev. I think for Sev it was the day he learned for certain who he was to other people, how much his life mattered or the lack of its significance, I’m not gonna lie this is one of the reasons I hate when Sev forgives the marauders in ffs, not just because he’d never do it but because no matter how much Sev hates them they quite literally have no sympathy for him, his circumstances, his life, the sacrifices he’s made or have they actually acknowledged any wrongdoing. Sev needs to be the bigger man to them even though neither Remus or Sirius care about him, nor have they gone out of their way to make sure his good health while Severus has (reluctantly) done so for both multiple times.

hmm, I guess I somewhat agree! James didn't save Sev out of sympathy imo, rather out of an understanding that it was wrong no matter who it happened to. And I'm sure all of the Marauders blamed Sev in part for the prank, because after all it was his obsession with exposing Remus's secret that led him down there. Since clearly Dumbledore's intervention was the only thing stopping Severus from exposing Remus and likely getting him kicked out of school, I doubt that would have won him any points with James and certainly not with Remus.

I don't think Sev needs to be the bigger man to them! And, in general, he isn't. lol. Like outing Lupin as a werewolf is fairly petty and vengeful, as is mistreating an innocent 11 year old child, not that I care lol iconic Snape behaviour, but he very clearly never puts his feelings for the Marauders aside, he just grudgingly does what he has to because his mission is more important. And Severus understands that. I don't think he would have forgiven any of them rly, nor would I expect him to.

Tbh the only one who makes any effort to reconcile, albeit somewhat half-heartedly, is Remus. Likely out of a sense of guilt but he does defend Severus pretty often as an adult, he attempts to be polite and reason with him, unlike Sirius. And he does express regret for how they treated Sev at school (where Sirius lowkey kind of justifies it, despite saying he isn't proud of it). Like was it enough? Probably not but I doubt anything would have been enough-- however it's not true that they never acknowledge any wrongdoing.

re: Remus and the prank, why should Remus feel guilty about the prank? Like, at all? He was as much a victim of it as Sev, moreso tbh. Like I said, Sev was determined to expose Remus and ruin his life, hence why Sirius was able to manipulate him into going down the willow, so I can understand why Remus wouldn't feel sympathy for him in that particular situation personally. Although, given Remus's self-hatred, to me it's likely he was the only person involved who did feel guilty about it even though he's the only one who shouldn't. that's remus for u. not intervening while his friends tormented others is shit but 1. that's exactly how sev behaved with mulciber and avery 2. it doesn't warrant being publicly outed as a werewolf imo.

so out of all of the marauders Remus has the least reason to feel sympathetic towards Sev and yet he's the only one who does at all. idk kind of admirable if you look at it that way. as for the marauders not caring about sev's circumstances/tragic emo life, they mostly don't know. Sev doesn't show much sympathy for Remus's circumstances either and he DOES know. I can understand why he doesn't but there it is, we can't hold Sev to a different standard than everyone else.

I have written more about the prank here also but anywayyy they all suck and hate each other :) fun!

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aurcralux:

Of all the people in the world that she could stumble upon and bump into when escaping the seemingly ever-lasting downpour of the world around them, Sirius Black was not someone she had ever considered to walk into, nor hoped to. Too much had happened over the years to make such a meeting one she would look forward to. In fact, that very moment she was hit with a wave of dread and regret. Dread for what she was about to face, regret for the fact that instead of apparating home she had instead gone and found herself stuck in a greenhouse of the magical kind with family – or former family at best – that she would have preferred never to see again.

“Sirius.” Perhaps a more civil approach would be better than a snapping at him out of shock. Surely there were better ways to go about it. “Fancy, indeed. A surprise for sure.” Cissa struggled to find the words. Most of the situations she’d get thrown in were planned ahead and calculated so that no detail would go wrong. It all seemed to matter. This wasn’t one of those moments, but it seemed to hit much harder. “How have you been? What about those friends of yours?” While a certain snippy undertone couldn’t be denied, there was a politeness within those words; a very eager hidden wish to know.

The witch glanced over at her cousin before letting her eyes wander, staring at every flower found around her in hopes of catching something, anything, that would get her out of that uncomfortable situation. Yet nothing seemed to come to mind, no flower seemed to spring out of the bushes just to aid her in escaping or to lend advice on how to get out of that terribly awkward situation. “Would you like to sit?” Her voice was filled with a hesitation she had not been aware to be capable of, yet her hand moved to motion toward a small white iron seating arrangement. “If we are as stuck as we appear to be, may as well.” Part of her wondered if this was her inner need to be a host, trained from birth to function a certain way.

@aurcralux​

As Cissa's voice echoed in the vast greenhouse, Sirius remained silent for a moment, taking her in. Despite everything that had happened, she was still family, a reminder of the life he'd left behind. His dark eyes followed her gaze to the vibrant flowers that surrounded them. Despite the tension, he couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of their strange shelter from the storm.

"Cissa," Sirius began, his voice quieter than usual, almost lost among the rustling of leaves and the muted sound of rain against the glass. He was torn between old habits and new realities. "It's been… interesting. And the Marauders," he hesitated, unsure of how much he should divulge, "they're doing well."

His eyes finally landed back on his cousin. He could see the discomfort in her stance, the barely concealed urgency in her gaze as she searched for a means of escape. He didn't blame her. This was not a reunion either of them had been looking forward to.

The question of sitting caught Sirius off-guard. He glanced at the white iron seating arrangement, quaint and inviting amidst the chaos. For a moment, he weighed his options, the weight of their shared history heavy on his mind.

After a brief pause, Sirius gave a curt nod. "We may as well," he agreed, moving towards the seats. He was acutely aware of the unease in Cissa's voice, an emotion he too was grappling with. But he also recognized the hint of the girl he had once known, the dutiful host who had been trained to put others before herself. Despite everything, there was a part of him that was relieved to see that she hadn't changed completely.

As he settled onto the iron seat, Sirius turned his gaze back to the rain outside. The sight was oddly comforting, a physical representation of the turmoil he felt inside. "Are you okay, Cissa?" he asked after a moment, his tone sincere. It wasn't meant as a casual inquiry; he truly wanted to know. Despite their differences, despite their separate paths, she was still his cousin, still family in a way no one else could be. And he couldn't help but worry.

[robynlilyblack]

One day at a time

Prologue

Remus Lupin x fem! marauder! reader (eventually)

Summary: Sometimes, reality is a cruel mistress...in fact she can be a down right bitch

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, nudity and hints of canon character deaths, angst, slight trauma, grief, bittersweet fluff, past sirius x reader, reader is an bunny animagus

A/n: 1.8k words, I'm super excited about this series, thank you to the original requester, I fell so in love with your idea I couldn't stop writing and now we have a series x

Navigation | Remus Lupin Masterlist | Chapter 1

“Come back to bed” you plead, making grabby hands at him

The covers are still open from where he slipped out, sun dancing through the window and lighting up his skin whilst he smiles at getting caught. Those perfect curls bouncing gently as he turns back to face you, chuckling fondly as he slips off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket, placing it on the chair nearby before crawling back into bed

He falls into your arms like their made for him and you smile triumphantly, thrilled you convinced him to stay longer, even if you always did before in his own words he would do…

“Anything for you darling” he says as he kisses your cheek

You copy the gesture before burring your head into the crook of his neck, pushing his back flat against the plush of the mattress as your arms and legs wrap around him so he can’t escape. Not that he would ever want that as warm chuckles escape his lips again and his cheek leans into the side of your head

“You should have been a koala” he comments after a few seconds and laughs when you playfully bite his neck for it

“Fuck off” you grumble with a slight giggle

“Love you too” he tells you, nose nudging into your hair before he places a sweet kiss to it

A wash of comfort floods you, more so as his own arms move to hold you protectively, like he doesn’t want to leave either and maybe this time he’ll fold and stay

You shift on his chest, propping your head up on his chest “You don’t really wish I was a koala, right?” you wonder with a little pout, looking for confirmation that he adored your true animagus as much as you did his

He lets out a small laugh but it isn’t mocking, his eyes looking at you with so much love you it was immeasurable yet as he leans forward to give you a kiss you pull back

“Answer me” you scrunch up your nose, the faintest of smiles creeping past your pursed lips as you want him to say it

“I don’t ever wish for you to be a koala. I love you just the way you are my little bunny rabbit” his hand leaves your back briefly to tap your nose causing it to wiggle cutely “My little bugs” he teases you with the old nickname

You nudge him for that, trying to push him away but fail miserably, not that you even put up a fight as you practically fall into his arms

“You don’t even know where it comes from” you huff into his chest, trying not to show your enjoyment over the closeness

He lets out a small ‘huh’ “I do too” he sings in defence, head leaning around to look at you “What kind of man would I be if I forgot the origins of my girls nickname”

“A terrible one” you look back at him

“The worst”

“Utterly dreadful”

“A down right knob” he says with a laugh 

You giggle “A very big…nope” you stop yourself the moment his smirk appears “But in light of you not being the most terribly dreadful down right knob in the land, prove it”

“Prove it?” he confirms with a funny smile

“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ with a challenging look

His mouth opens looking off to the side as he tries to come up with something “It’s a rabbit” he finally says with the kind of confidence you can’t falter

“No shit puppy” you giggle at him, head falling into his chest as you do

“Your puppy” he squeezes your body gently

You bite your lip at that, holding your smile as you try not to crack and instead pull back, shaking your head “Oh no, no flirty, flirty you aren’t getting out of this mister” you warn, knowing his tactics far too well “What is bugs from?”

“Its from a boo…” he extends the syllables, trying to gage your reaction but is met with a tilted head and raised eyebrow “Emm…a fil…nope” you push your lips together “A tv…A television show!” your eyes light up “Oh yeah it’s from that cartoo…” he celebrates before coughing and trying to act cool “It’s from that cartoon you and Moony used to watch, but of course I obviously knew that” he shrugs with a creeping smile 

“Sure you did” you nod sceptically 

He chuckles at that, probably gearing for some witty remark over how he still got it before your lips meet his cheek. The moment they touch his cheek rises and soon are followed by his hands cupping your own cheeks when you pull away and gently guide back in for a proper kiss.

Lip moving in a sweet rhythm as you find yourself wiggling up to be impossibly closer. He smiles at your movements, taking it as an opportunity to shift you onto your back and deepen the kiss. His hands slipping from your face, one going to support him as he leans over you and the other drifting up and down your side while your fingers find the loops of his jeans to pull him flush

“Hey!” you squeal when he squeezes your arse to which he chuckles against your lips before pulling away 

“Sorry” he isn’t, not by a long shot “Can’t help myself when you only wear that to bed” he nods to your oversized shirt which always crunched up during the night, made better now by your lack of underwear 

You give him a bashful look, watching as his eyes drift to your chest due to the shirt really lifting that far up “Stop looking” you giggle, attempting to pull your shirt down but he grabs your hands and pushes it back up

He tuts “Bad bunny” he chastises but it’s done so softly you melt completely into the mattress, feeling him lean down and begin to pepper kisses all over your stomach and up the valley between them “Never hide from me you’re too beautiful for that” he murmurs between kisses

You can’t help smiling, everything felt so perfect, his lips, hands, the air around you, it was almost unreal

“I love you” you whisper, looking down to see him admiring you with the brightest eyes

“I love you more…nope shush it’s not possible” he says adding the latter when you try to dispute it causing you both to laugh

He falls next to you again, smiling for a moment before pulling you in for another hug. His arms wrapping around you once yet all of a sudden the world feels colder, perhaps one of you left the window open?

“Do you have to go?” you wonder with a horrid taste of déjà vu

His fingers trace over your stomach and side and you find your eyes drifting down to follow his movements “Sorry darlin” is all he says, tone almost heartbroken 

Your heart aches but you nod “But you’ll come back right?” you ask tears forming as the air gets colder “Like always?” 

You close your eyes then, trying to soak up his arms around you as it’s fleeting whist you wait for his answer…an answer that never comes

Just like how he never came back

Eyes opening you realise he’s gone and your alone, in bed, the wind sweeping through the room mercilessly as you sit up and see him…but it’s not him…it can’t be him…please don’t be him

“Darling I’m home” the man speaks, his tone is low, deranged, no longer adorned in a band shirt and jeans but prison rags which reveal a dark mark, a sinister smirk on his lips

You can’t speak as you slowly remember, flashes sparking in your mind of the papers as you hear him cackling, his footsteps drawing closer as the memory corrupts and the world fades around you until you feel like your falling, screaming for help yet nothing escapes your lips

The ground approaches quickly yet before you hit it you jolt forward. Breathing heavy as your eyes flutter at the train whisking by, ears ringing before the bustling chatter of people takes over, the sound of goodbyes to loved ones on the platform across from yours, the distant echo of birds flying up into the atrium of the station above you

“Are you alright dear?” 

Your head snaps to the left, eyes greeted with an elderly woman with a kind yet slightly concerned smile, who waits patiently for your answer. Your brain has a million ways to tell her you aren’t alright, that everything was so not okay, that your whole world had been shattered just for someone you love to crush the fragments into dust…

Yet you find yourself telling her “Yeah, just tired is all” 

You lie, of course you do as it would be unfair to infringe your darkness upon her. So you put on what feels like a smile, the best you can muster before you turn away to find the train on your platform coming in

The lady hums, she doesn’t believe it, who would when you looked broken as you did. The clear tear tracks evident on your cheeks were like scars, the hollow look of your face like you had been sucked dry, the permanent frown painted on your lips…and not to mention falling asleep in the middle of a busy London station with your entire life in one sorry little suitcase and backpack. 

Nevertheless, she grabs her stuff and walks over to the train, waiting for the doors to open and everyone on board to get off while you do the same only slower. Heart as heavy as the reality you were now living in. Dreams crumbled like the future you once pictured. Every part of you in constant emotional turmoil yet at the same time completely numb, disassociation setting in as it was the only means for you to survive this journey…a journey to merlin knows where…well you did know where as the announcement sounds

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, the next train from platform 2 will be leaving shorty, this train has five stops, Reading, Swindon, Bristol Parkway, Newport and finally Cardiff…oh and please mind the gap don’t want any extra…what…oopsie daisy wasn’t supposed to say that last part…any who you better get your socks on the train will be departing in 5 minutes” 

The person over the tannoy earn giggles and laughter from everyone on the platform yet you remain silent, the only word you heard being Cardiff. It was all you could handle in that moment, Cardiff was the first step of many you didn’t want to take but had to, you couldn’t stay there anymore nor could you be alone. So as you looked down at the old and beaten envelope which held the address of an old friend, you could only hope to Godric he still lived there

Thank you for reading and let me know if you want tagged in the series ♡

[notwhatshesaid]

Harry Potter - Ron Weasley - Can’t Live Without You

Word count: 1477

Summary: Ronald Weasley and Y/n Y/l/n fall for each other from the start, but neither realise. Throughout the years, their budding love grows and blooms into something that will be everlasting.

As if it were yesterday, I remember the first time I stepped into the great hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I remember standing behind a short, ginger haired boy and his friend, a black haired boy named Harry Potter. I know all about Harry Potter, obviously, but I couldn't seem to pull my eyes off his friend, Something Weasley, he seemed so kind, funny, and fiercely loyal.

I spent the beginning of the first year keeping my distance from them: I didn't want to be pushy or annoying - or come across as a Harry Potter fan girl. However, I eventually mustered up the courage to introduce myself to them during lunch one day. I stumbled on my words but Ron was looking at me with a slight smile and I relaxed, feeling confident. After that, we became good friends and we were together every chance we got.

In our second year, I took advantage of the fact that we had to find information on the chamber of secrets and subconsciously made efforts to get closer and closer to Ron: I spent a lot of hours with him in the library and common room. This boosted our friendship massively and showed how much we cared for one another, the thought of something happening to either of us helped to motivate us to discover the secrets of the chamber and the basilisk.

One day in our third year, we were in the library to have a private place discuss Sirius Black and his escape from Azkaban and hypothesise how he could have done it - and do some homework because of Hermione's persistence. I was engrossed in a fascinating herbology book (about the properties and adaptations of different plants) when Ron stood up and rather loudly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Harry and Hermione immediately jumped on this opportunity - it was very rare for it just to be us three - and asked me if everything was okay between Ron and I. Hermione told me that they been reluctant to say anything because they didn't want to pick sides if we stopped being friends.

Feeling nervous, I placed my book down and assured them, "Everything is great but I'm pretty sure I like Ron and I really don't want to ruin the friendship between us because it means a lot to me, so I shouldn't say anything, right?"

Harry seemed to be a bit astonished but Hermione, being Hermione, remarked, "oh of course! It was so obvious. Why didn't I think about that?"

I smiled awkwardly at the duo and Harry and I both shook our heads at Hermione's comment. Thankfully, Ron returned before anything else was said and we went back to silence; I moved my face so that my book was covering my face to hide how red I had gotten.

Four years later we left everything we knew and loved behind and spent what would have been our final year at Hogwarts on the run and on the hunt for horcruxes. We were having a rough couple of weeks because we had a horcrux but didn't know how to destroy it, so we took turns wearing it so we knew where it was at all times. Ron was particularly nasty when he had it on and he was so horrible to us; we always tried to remember that it was the horcrux speaking not him but it was so difficult to not yell at him.

One day we all had such a vicious argument that he left, Hermione tried her hardest to comfort me but she knew that the only way that I would feel better is if I saw Ron again. The argument we had kept me up at night and plagued me in the mornings. I began to neglect breakfast and would only eat small amounts in the evenings. In most of my waking moments, I was researching everything that could possibly help us on our quest to find the horcruxes - I came up empty but it was something to do, something to distract me.

Thankfully, my prayers were answered and one cold morning I heard Ron's heavy footsteps coming towards us; he was talking to someone - Harry - and then they were coming through the tent door. I was suddenly livid and wanted nothing more than to show Ronald Weasley just how angry I was at him for leaving. Harry and Hermione gave us space so I swore and screamed at him - trying to hold back tears - until my throat was so hoarse that it hurt to speak.

He didn't say anything but walked up to me and hugged me tightly, he whispered in my eye, "I'm sorry I left, Y/n. I know I hurt you but I promise I'm never leaving again."

I mumbled into his chest, my words barely audible, "you'd better not."

After our lovely little reunion, we heard a noise and came face to face with some smugglers. We all ran through the forest but I was tripped and landed on my face - the smuggler chasing me was quick to strip me off my wand and pull me up. I was taken to a clearing, where Ron, Harry, and Hermione were, and then we apparated to a large mansion, hidden slightly by fog.

My heart stopped when I realised where we were. Malfoy Manor.

Once inside, Bellatrix separated me from everyone else and ordered the trio to be thrown into the dungeon. Ron was furious and began scuffling with the person holding him - to no avail.</p>

I was still being held by the smuggler when Bellatrix walked over to me and held her wand up to my neck and whispered, "you're a blood traitor, i'm gonna have some fun with you."

My body froze as I was dragged by the hair into the middle of the room: I was too afraid to do anything. Bellatrix began toying with me and pretended to use the cruciatus curse, I finally managed to move and flinched away from her each time - this earned a laugh from everyone.

I knew things were going to change for the worst when everyone bar Bellatrix, Wormtail, and the Malfoys. Avoiding eye contact, I stood up straight and showed everyone that I wouldn't go down without a fight. Something seemed to suddenly change in Bellatrix and she ran at me, yelling crucio as she did. A massive, searing pain ran through my body and I felt all my nerves light on fire and freeze. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to die, in seconds I was writhing on the floor in pain and tried to move away.

As the affects from the curse started to wear off, a different burning appeared on my right forearm. I moved my head slightly to find Bellatrix leant over it, she was carving something. Behind her, I saw Ron, his face contorted with rage: he sprinted at us and tackled her to the ground, he punched her and grabbed her wand then ran back over to me. Harry and Hermione had begun a fight with the others to distract them.

After the fight, we all apparated to Shell Cottage and I was taken straight to a bedroom to rest. I was left alone for a while to sleep but I couldn't switch my mind off and instead stared out the window. Everything was circling through my mind when I heard a knock on the door. The trio was stood there, waiting for my permission to come in. We were all sat with each other for an hour or so when Harry and Hermione suddenly excused themselves and left Ron and I alone.

Ron grabbed my hand and, with a shake in his voice, told me, "I was so worried about you, Y/n. I was so angry and scared for you. I'm so sorry I didn't protect you."

"You couldn't have done much against you-know-who's most loyal follower, and anyway, you did. You stopped Bellatrix hurting me anymore."

He just shook his head, "No, I should've done something sooner. I just... I like you, like a lot, y'know? Seeing and hearing you like that was the worst thing I have ever been through, I can't even imagine what you feel like but..." He took a deep breath, "I can't go another day without letting you know how much you mean to me."

I smiled slightly, "I like you too, Ron... like a lot."

His face lit up and he moved to hug me but hesitated. I noticed, "It's okay. You can hug me."

Wrapping me up tightly, I breathed him in and tried to remember the feeling I had at that moment. I didn't want to let go. Everything became so overwhelming but Ron whispered into my ear, "It's all okay now, I've got you."

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[tiphprince]

I have many thoughts and feelings about snape leaving Hogwarts. (I would write it but one I am well lazy and I have this weird internal conflict but yes anyways) I will be signing of as 🤺 (this is so long I am so sorry)

So for scene + background purposes : both the mud blood incident and the werewolf prank happens at the 5th year and I guess eileen leaves him. And snape is in this absolute bedroom depression because rn he can't stand himself, there is no scope and like he knows what possibilities lies in both sides but rn he's craving for fimilarity and the only person who he hates that he's connected to is his father right. They both have this anger that eileen leaves them in spinners end and one of them is free. So he does something he hasn't done ever since he met Lilly : he takes a chance and applies to ilvermony he knows he won't get in he's so sure (until he gets proven wrong). And when he gets that letter that says ACCEPTANCE he somehow empathizes with the women who first introduces magic and the same women who ran away from this horrid place and figures that eileen is a clever witch and she's probably okay of not she'd be back or they would find out that she's dead.

He knows that he's meant to be alone (he does the paper work for a transfer alone, he packs alone and he celebrates alone on his departure by allowing himself to feel something when he buys himself a small plum cake) and he feels incredibly small when he enters the ministry where he meets the headmistress but he's hopeful.

And ilvermony is big and it's grand and it's so much more accepting. On his first day he meets a brown eyed girl who's made him feel absolute concern and exasperation in 14 minutes of meeting her (why do you think that England is a sad place he asks her and she simply looks at him dumbly saying your two weather's are rain and heatstroke, and he can't help but agree with her) but he can't help but feel light. There is no Potter, no black no werewolf and maybe his life is worth something. And he's less alone (he doesn't ever say it out loud because he's scared after all he is someone who's great at ruining friendships) because he makes friends some who understand the guilt and the shame and the anger he is carrying while others (and some really good adults) just know that it's not fair that you should treat your own life like this and now he's able to speak about his regrets his guilt to those closest to him 'what you did was wrong but I also think it's wrong that you have been told that holding on to the guilt is the only way you can forgive yourself, I think you have hurt yourself enough' she says to him and there is an absolute pin drop silence until severus takes all the courage to say i think I need help.

Flash forward it's 2 years later in Hogwarts and a ripple effect occurs.

Regulus black feels at first a great deal of anger towards snape because he managed to escape this. Narcissa and lucius understand but they will never admit it. But snape left their snape this tiny greasy kid from coke worth felt his life was worth more or if not he believed in enough spite to take some direct action. That spite is what drove them to stay effectively neutral and hint on supporting dumbledore despite a war that there in the horizon. James and Lilly are together, the loss of friendship leads to a kinship which lead to a romance while Sirius and Remus are okay but they aren't. And Peter well he's shifty ( some days if not most days they all find it liberating to pretend that snape doesn't exist)

And now they all in this campaign to promote unity are in advanced muggle studies class, regulus black is the only slytherin and its painfully obvious on what's to come. And charity Burbage who is this cheery hufflepuff decides to do her video essay on schools but she has this pen pal who is in ilvermony and who's willing to help to show off her school and the people she loves (do you fucking see where I am going with this?????)

And BAM it's this heartfelt Supercut of her favorite places and the people she loves and meets there are snippets of their endearing conversations. And everything is okay until severus snape the boy who left at 15 is smiling at the one recording the video and is sitting casually at a sofa 'hey sev what do you gotta say about Americans' your tea sucks, and to think you would learn from the Boston tea party incident. And the rest of the video shows more people but it's severus who makes the video so much better and so much worse. Because she records his laughter, his joy but it's them who have this weird gut feeling and Lilly cant help but hold James hand tightly and James can't stop staring at the same boy he hurt.

And Lilly comes into this horrible but truthful realization that she's feeling what her ex best friend feels (the disbelief when she can't understand why can't she see him like this, the same way snape felt when he couldn't understand what Lilly saw in James) because there is so much betrayal she feels when he watches him smile at other people and can't understand why couldn't the snape that they are seeing in this video be the one who went at Hogwarts with them??? and James has to see this version of snape he hasn't seen before and thinks maybe they could be friends. And Lilly at that moment doesn't want to answer the question : he's happier because he's away from this place, the same place you love. Would you ask him to leave earlier knowing he could be happy like this?

The video is over and its regulus black who looks so pensive and has this look of hope that maybe goods thing can happen says in a too quite class because everyone knows : I haven't seen him smile like that at all. The bell rings and they just go on and walk a little bit more heavier because all they can think of Severus snape, the boy who escaped and the one who isn't coming back .

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Okay so... this was a completely unsolicited surprise in my inbox the other day, but damn if I didn’t love every single part of it!

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT OUR BOY SAYING FUCK IT AND LEAVING HOGWARTS

For the the other characters it doesn’t change that much, Lily still ends up with James, the Marauders are sad that their favorite target is gone but they get over it quickly, the other Slytherins don’t give a fuck about the poor and dirty halfblood, and the teachers... well, they’re as useless as usual.

But our baby! It’s awful for him at first, the fact that he suddenly finds himself so far away, and so alone, from everything he’d ever known, even the bad. Because at least he knew what to expect at Hogwarts and at home, it was all about the evil you know, and adventure is definitely not his thing.

I’ve always been in love with the “was gone for several years, and came back a changed man” (must be the Naruto fan in me), it’s a bit like anon’s video here, a way to show everyone what they missed, the huge mistake they made in hurting this kid who just wanted to be left alone

I want to see the Marauders praising this dude from America before learning that it’s Snape because he doesn’t look anything like what he used to (meaning he actually looks like a functioning human being).

I want to see Lily, high and mighty with her perfect husband and her son on the way, frown when she recognizes her former best friend laughing and smiling with another girl, looking happier than he’d ever been with her.

I want to see Slughorn in shock when the best potions master of his generation is revealed to be the weird ass teen he’d dismissed on the first day because he didn’t have a powerful family name.

Basically, I want every character who ever underestimated Snape, who ever hurt him, to, if not regret their actions, then at least realize that there was something more to him even back then, that if only he’d been given a chance he could have become that amazing person right here in the UK and not halfway around the world.

Also, I want Snape to not forgive them. Maybe he has to work with them for one reason or another, and he acts just civil enough to not outright provoke and insult them, but he’ll never forgive and he’ll never forget.

[turinn]

Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

[roalinda]

❤Here is a small prongsfoot ficlet based on this awesomeness ❤

Sirius Black was banned from playing quidditch. 

After the prank he had pulled in the fifth year, which in all honesty was quite a fiasco - although in Sirius's not so humble opinion as long as Snape was alive it didn't matter per se - , he no longer was a part of the Gryffindor team. He understood Minnie's decision. He really did, It didn't mean he liked it though.

Now he was no longer allowed to set foot in the pitch as a player. Minnie had made it crystal clear that if he did, she was going to write to his parents and that was the only thing that kept him from rebelling against the quidditch ban rule although he had been living with James for a while.

Speaking of James, as the quidditch Captain, he had gone feral over losing his best beater, begging professor McGonagall to give Sirius another punishment, anything but quidditch. Another punishment turned out for Sirius to act as Snape's personal aid - not a partner - in potions and Sirius would rather die. So, James had resigned himself to the fact that the team had lost it's best beater thanks to the said beater being a berk. 

But if there was one thing about Sirius Black when it came to James Potter, it was the fact that he would not stop being his pillar of support. Sure, he was banned from playing but he was a Black. No matter how much he hated it, all Blacks had a silver slytherin tongue and in Sirius' case, combined with his Gryffindor impulsiveness and passion, it was hotter than fiendfyre. It burned bright and powerful and pumped adrenaline into Gryffindor and iced the rival team with dramatic sarcasm. He took over the role of commentator much to James' displeasure who wanted him up in the sky beside him, not among the crowd, on the ground. 

But Sirius's enthusiasm was so infectious that even James stopped being bitter about not having his boyfriend up there. He was no longer sulking, the heat of Sirius' voice igniting something deeper than the desire to win in him. He started to seek Sirius' attention, ignorant of the crowd's gaze which was focused on above, putting his best performance every time, exclusively for him. 

The epitome of Sirius' commentary were on Slytherin vs. Gryffindor matches. He did it with such dramatic staging that could win him the muggle Oscar prize. Unsurprisingly, it was the most favoured match between the students as well. Apart from Slytherin and Gryffindor's old rivalry, the fact that Sirius Black's boyfriend chased for Gryffindor and his brother sought for Slytherin played a huge part. Specially between the girls who didn't miss any chance to gossip.

.................

"...the Quaffle is taken by Potter..look at him! Off he flies like an eagle! Sorry Ravenclaw…but this proud eagle is Gryffindor's…" He flashed a grin above although James couldn't see it and even if he could he was too focused on the game to look down. 

"A neat pass and an excellent dodge to escape a Bludger…Another pass and the Quaffle is in Potter's possession once again…and SCORE! Ladies and Gentlemen, that's James Potter for you! Gryffindor's Captain's skill is as golden as our house's banner!" 

Gryffindors in the crowd cheered loudly and Slytherins jested vulgarly. 

"Slytherin's chaser has the Quaffle now…is he going to score? He is close to Gryffindor's goalposts…Gryffindor's beater missed him…" Sirius gritted his teeth grudgingly at this. 

"....and sco…No! Potter steals the Quaffle with a fluid move…Everyone APPLAUSE!" 

"Black, do you realise that you are only talking about Potter?" Professor McGonagall nudged him with a frown.

"Sorry Professor! It's not my fault that he looks good in that red robes with dishevelled hair. Doesn't he girls?" He shouted dramatically at the girls in the crowd and they all cheered, even Slytherins and some of the boys.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. Sirius Black was nothing if not cheeky. 

"Slytherin has the Quaffle …" Sirius started once again only to come to a sudden halt. He narrowed his eyes, as if assessing something from a distance. Then he smirked wolfishly. It was about time for him to lend a hand to his team. 

He spiced up his commentary as much as could, inserting heavy melodrama for good measure. "OH LOOK! IS THAT THE GOLDEN SNITCH? I cannot see well from here, but I think it is above Slytherin's beater's head…Black missed it…how sad…Slytherin's seeker sure sucks…" 

Then it happened.

Enraged by his brother's taunts, Regulus grabbed his broom's handle harder to dive towards the snitch, straight towards Slytherin's beater who had aimed a Bludger towards James. James flew up in less than a second and Regulus was hit by the Bludger, crashing straight into their beater, both falling down between the crowd on the side of the pitch. 

"Two down…" Sirius grinned mentally as Gryffindor's chasers kept scoring in the absence of one of Slytherin's beaters and their seeker caught the snitch easily without Regulus in the game. 

"AND GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Sirius yelled excitedly.

"With Potter as the captain it was a given win for Gryffindor! Look at him, gloriously flying!" He said and blew James a kiss, unabashedly. 

"BLACK, stop drowning Potter in pleasantries or else…"

"He deserves more encouragement! Don't worry everyone. I will make sure of it!" Sirius said playfully, satisfied with the cheers their team was receiving from the stands. 

"Black, I am warning you. One more word about Potter and I'm going to change the winner..." He was warned by a stern professor McGonagall which effectively shut him up. 

Of course, it didn't have anything to do with the stray Quaffle that was suddenly thrown his way, smashing the commentary stand full force. 

Sirius shuddered. James' warning was crystal clear. 'Make us lose this game and I will make sure you lose your manhood.'

"And your glorious Captain will be quite displeased by it, it seems. So, have manners if you want me to let you be the commentator."

Sirius smiled like a cheshire cat. "Yes, professor." 

.................

"Hey love." 

Sirius's voice was pure mischief as he welcomed James into their dorm, face glowing with happiness.

"Did you have to blow me a kiss?" James' cheeks were dusted crimson. "The whole pitch saw." 

"Awww…is my deer shy? Am I his dirty little secret?" Sirius teased, then shrugged. "I thought it would boost your ego a bit." 

"Oh shut up. You're hardly a secret. Everyone in the school knows about us." James rolled his eyes. 

"You were about to kill me with that brilliant comment of yours not boost my ego." He warned softly. 

"I know your flying pattern well enough to keep you alive. Being dramatic is my job, not yours." Sirius rolled his eyes as well. 

"Also don't give me that look to make me feel guilty about Regulus. He was close to the ground. The most damage he'll receive will be some minor gashes and bruises." He waved a dismissive hand.

James let it drop. Quidditch was not a delicate game. Against Slytherin, playing without a solid strategy was futile.Thankfully, Sirius always had his back, be it as a beater or as a commentator.

"So, about the encouragement you wanted to give me…" He changed the topic, voice muffled by his robes as he struggled to slip out of them.

"My, so impatient…" Sirius blew him another kiss, this time accompanied with a wanton wink as he made his way towards the shower. 

"I'm not going to kiss you before you shower." He grinned as James pouted. "However, I need a shower as well. Come on, love. Sharing is caring." He said, subtle invitation dancing in his eyes.

"I'm going to reward you, Captain." He purred and James hurried after him, ready to melt in his arms. 

But hear me out tho: quidditch commentator Sirius Black.

[miene-blaubeere]

Hyde Park Meetings

Sirius’ POV:

The worst part of my whole year had always been the summer holidays. I was forced to spend six weeks in my very own Hell on earth. However I had my own way to escape the confines of this wretched place, whilst Regulus was distracted and secluding himself in his room and Walburga and Orion were doing whatever they did downstairs I would open up my bedroom window and scale down the gutter before quickly making a break for it over the fence. No body ever came up to my room whilst I was at home, to be honest I think they just pretend I don’t exist (not that that bothers me in the slightest). Now that I was out of that miserable place I could finally clear my head and enjoy my surroundings, I would walk around London and waltz into random muggle shops spending some muggle money I had hidden from those dictators. Most of the time I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going, I heard cars driving around, their horns beeping every so often. The iconic red phone boxes dotted around lining the streets. I soon approached the large green space lined with trees, Hyde Park. Walking along the paths my eyes drifted to the tall trees, watching carefully as the birds flew from tree to tree and the squirrels leapt across. Not watching where I was going at all, I felt someone collide with me, shocked I grabbed forward to prevent the person from falling. When I looked at the person in front of me I saw the pink, blushing face of a girl around my age who had clearly also been in a world of their own. Flustered, she glanced up and apologised profusely. I was starting to feel my cheeks warm, wait what?! I don’t get nervous or flustered, I’m Sirius Black that’s how I make others feel!! “Oh, uh don’t worry about it, it was most likely my fault anyway,” I told her with a small chuckle, my hand went up behind my neck rubbing it nervously. “Oh, no really it was most likely mine, I was off in my own world as per usual thinking about all kinds of things,” she giggled sweetly. “What sort of things?” I asked curiously, subconsciously wanting to maintain conversation with this girl. “ Pretty much the usual stuff for me: mythical lands, supernatural creatures and big, old wizards. I read a lot,” she laughed again, a gorgeous smile spreading across her face. “Haha, one of my best friends is just like that. You wouldn’t happen to be day dreaming about the delightful worlds of J.R.R Tolkien would you?” I asked, knowing Remus Lupin definitely had its uses. “Why yes!” And after that we both just completely forgot about what we were previously doing and just sat at the bench to the side of the path and talked for ages. I learned that she had similar taste in music to me and loved escaping to fantasy realms through books, I found myself thinking how she would react to find out how real a lot of it all was true. Her melodic voice floated through the air as she talked about the different things she loved and she had a warm smile as I spoke, an adorable laugh when I made a joke and even a look of understanding when I mentioned irritating things.

We spent so much time talking I didn’t notice the sky had darkened and night was closing in. I glanced down at my watch and saw it was eight o'clock. "Oh Merlin!“ I mumbled, "um, it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you out here to get cold so uh… let me walk you home?” I asked timidly, “yeah sure! I’d love that!” She smiled sweetly as she stood up, we walked through the park and out into the open streets of London. A comfortable silence surrounded us for a while as we walked, I was about to ask her about meeting up again when she said, “well this is me,” with a shy smile. I smiled back down at her but the disappointment behind the smile was evident. She bit down on her bottom lip slightly before asking, “um, would you like to meet up tomorrow maybe?” without a moment of hesitation I enthusiastically replied "yes, definitely!“ she laughed sweetly before waving goodbye and walking into her house. 

I was in a state of complete ecstasy wandering through the streets back to Grimmauld Place. My mind refused to focus on anything but the girl I had just met. Y/N, even her name dripped with beauty. Carelessly I climbed back up the gutter and flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling above me, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

I continued to meet with Y/N over the holidays, she made staying at home a lot more bearable. We met in various places like muggle cafes and record shops. I couldn’t possibly explain the way I felt about Y/N. I returned one night climbing through my window as I usually did but this was different. My normally empty room now had two other people inside, those people were my parents. "What do you think you are doing Sirius?” Walburga asked with a hiss. “ I fail to see how anything I do is of your concern.” I replied shortly, "don’t be so rude boy, your actions reflect the Black family so spit it out before I have to make you,“ Orion sneered. "Oh please,” I spat, “ I couldn't give a damn about your perfect reputation, all I was doing was walking around London. Happy?” Their faces remained harsh and looked like they definitely didn’t take this as the truth. “ Hardly, we know for a fact you’ve been seen walking around everyday with a girl, and our sources tell us she’s a muggle of all things! I mean really Sirius how could you do something like this?!” I felt as though I was going to explode, I felt intense anger as I learned that my cover had been blown but even more so by her condescending tone. She always talked about muggles as if they were inferior to wizards and witches and I thought I had grown used to it but as soon as I heard that tone talk about Y/N all the things I had heard over the years about muggles from my family and the things they could do to them came flooding into my mind. Anger was meshed with worry which was ultimately swallowed by fear, I couldn’t let anything happen to her. “ Her being a muggle has nothing to do with anything,” I whispered harshly through gritted teeth. “ I will have you know it’s a very important factor here boy,” Orion spat venomously, “ I am not going to have you fraternising with their sort, as much as we both try to deny it you’re a Black, you have Black blood coursing through your veins!” he continued to rant, his voice steadily increasing. “Just because my body holds Black blood does not mean I’ll be maintaining your twisted views!” I spoke, remaining as calm as possible. “We are simply aiming for what is best for our kind, they’re not the same as us and that goes for your useless little pet,” as soon as the words left his mouth I lost control of my actions and before I could think I shouted, “Hey! Say what you will about me but don’t you EVER say anything about her! You know nothing about her,” hatred dripped from my tone along with the instantly recognisable protectiveness in my tone and stance. “ I will say what I want boy! Now if you want your precious muggle to stay safe I suggest you stay away from it!” Without time for a response Orion and Walburga left the room slamming the door behind them. I collapsed back onto my bed and let out a deep sigh. Different thoughts spiralled through my head like what would they do to her? One thing was for certain though: I needed to get out of here. Quickly, I sped around my room filling a bag with an extension charm on it with all my belongings, including my school supplies, once my room was pretty bare I climbed out the window for the last time.

I wandered down the streets one more time before I ultimately went to seek refuge at the Potters’. I didn’t really know where I was going but I found my way to her street, I was stood outside Y/N's house. It felt wrong leaving her behind like this, she didn’t know what was happening or anything about the world I came from and that was how I wanted it to stay. This was best for her, right? I glanced up to an illuminated window and saw her, she was drawing her curtains. My heart ached, how could this much pain be felt for one girl. With a heavy heart I turned and walked away, I stopped at the corner of her street and waited. Soon enough the big, purple bus sped around the corner and came to an abrupt stop. I climbed on the knight bus and in a flash London was behind me, my parents were gone, she was gone.

5 years later…     

London, the place I hated most in this world but happens to be the heart of the magical community for the United Kingdom. I had just been in Diagon Alley for a new wand because Harry had gotten a little handsy with my old one when for some reason I felt the urge to go for a walk around London, like I used to. Before I noticed what was happening I was walking through Hyde park and memories I had tried to forget came flooding back. I looked up at the trees and sun peeking through the leaves as I reminisced about those times which now seemed so long ago. Abruptly, I felt my body come into contact with something. Looking down I saw it was a woman and started apologising profusely, as did she. Her voice was suddenly so recognisable, as if I had heard it before. It clicked in my mind all of a sudden but it couldn't be… could it? As she rambled on about her being clumsy I stood there in silence until I gently tilted her head up with my fingers under her chin. As our eyes met I knew it was her, “Y/N?” “Sirius?” We both whispered in disbelief. We stood in silence for a few moments before I felt her hand come harshly in contact with my chest. “ Where the heck did you go Sirius?” She asked angrily, her anger was understandable but the pained look on her face made me feel even more guilty. “Y/N, I have a very good reason for leaving out of the blue like I did, all I ask is for you patience, time and for you to be completely open minded about this.” I pleaded. She was quiet for a while as she seemed to contemplate my request but eventually she agreed and I lead he over to a bench and we sat down. I started from the very beginning, how I grew up with my family, Hogwarts and the magical community, my friends and ultimately the night I left and what my parents had said. She looked shocked to say the least but as promised she listened and didn’t interrupt or get up to leave at any point. Once I was finished I sat there and waited for a response from her. Soon the space around us was filled with her melodic laughter, I was very confused by this reaction. “So you’re a wizard?” She asked in a whisper, to which I simply nodded. She cupped her hands over her face and giggled in amazement. “So you believe me?” I asked in disbelief, she simply sighed and put a hand on my shoulder and said, “I don’t think you have the imagination to think all that up Sirius," we both laughed and I swatted her hand away saying ‘oh shush’. This girl was completely amazing, she completely understood where I was coming from and didn’t focus on any of that and simply questioned me about the exciting parts of where I came from. We talked for hours just like we did five years ago only this time about the magic in the world and about what we’d done over the last five years of our lives. Nervously I asked, "so do you have a special person in your life right now?” she looked over at me and smirked, “there can be if he’ll just ask,” I looked down to the floor laughing, I looked back up into her eyes and asked, “Miss L/N would you like to join me on a date?” to which she replied, “Of course Mr Black.”

[ikemensweetheart]

Fireflies Chapter 3

A Luka x Reader story

You grew up next door to the Clemance brothers.

You would consider Jonah your best friend and there was something more between you and Luka.

Some time after Luka leaves Red Territory,  you find yourself trapped in an arranged marriage.

Desperate to escape, you follow his example.

There, fate brings you back together.

But how will this love story play out?

A/n: Just in time for Luka's birthday. Happy Birthday, precious!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

"Oh my gosh, it smells so good!"

Luka smiles as you turn to him grinning from your place in front of the stove. 

He had been spending the day teaching you some simple recipes, and you had been learning quickly. He was proud of your progress.

"Now, what's next, teacher?" You ask him eagerly. 

Luka thought for a moment, it was almost time for whoever was on kitchen duty to start supper. So, the two of you should probably get out of their way. 

"Clean up." He told you. "Okay!" He couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm.

Together, the two you begin cleaning up the kitchen. 

"Thank you again, Luka." You say as you wipe down the counter. "For taking the time to teach me. I'm sure there are plenty of things you would rather be doing."

"You're welcome." Luka replied. 

Honestly, Luka never did anything particularly interesting on his days off. He was just happy to be able to spend time with you.

"Somebody looks like they're having fun." Both you and Luka turn to see Sirius standing at the door to the kitchen. "You're MC, right?" He asks as he steps causally towards you. "That's right… um…" Your brow furrows. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name." You confess, blushing with embarrassment.

"It's alright. You can call me Sirius." The Queen of Spades replies with a small chuckle. "Are you two finished up here?" He then asks.

"Yeah, we're just cleaning up." Luka responds. "Excellent. How would you like to join us for supper, Miss MC?" 

Your eyes widen slightly at Sirius' proposal. "Oh, no! Thank you, but I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"It wouldn't be a bother at all." Sirius assures you. "In fact, we'd love to have you. Right, Luka?"

Luka freezes at suddenly being put on the spot. "Well, I- I'm… Sure…" He finishes meekly.

"It's settled then." Sirius declared. Nodding in satisfaction. "Why don't you two go on to the lounge when you're done?"

"Yeah, okay." Luka mumbled, a little dazed by the sudden turn of events.

You and Luka quickly finish cleaning up and go out to the lounge. 

"This is a nice room." You comment as you and Luka sit down. It was simple but cozy. A lot like the rest of Black Territory now that you thought about it.

"Yeah, I guess." Luka murmurs.

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. Just enjoying each others' presents until a loud voice interrupted you. 

"Hey! Luka! There you are-" Luka turns to see Fenrir walking to the lounge. Fenrir stopped, staring wide eyed at the sight of Luka sitting next to you. 

It took him a moment to recognize you. "Oh, hey. You're the one from the dance, MC isn't it?"

"That's right..." You reply. You cast a pleading glance at Luka. "Did you need something, Fenrir." Luka asked, fighting back a chuckle. You had been terrible with names ever since you had been a kid. It had led to plenty of awkward moments in the past.

"Nah, I'm just surprised you're in here and not out training." Fenrir says. He then walks up to the couch and leans on the back. "So, what brings you to our Headquarters, MC?"

"Luka was giving me cooking lessons and…" you look at Luka again. "Sirius?" Luka nods. "Sirius invited me to stay for dinner." You finish.

"Oh really." Fenrir gives Luka a knowing smirk. "Well, I gotta go do things." He starts backing out of the room. "Important things, ya know."

As soon as he's out of the room, Fenrir runs down the hall.

You and Luka share confused expressions as you hear his retreating footsteps. "What was that about?" You ask. Luka shakes his head. "I have no idea." He did have a sneaking suspicion though. He was reluctant to say it out loud.

Supper was soon ready and the rest of the Black Army started filing into the lounge.

"Luka, who's this?" Ray asked as he entered the room. "This is MC. Sirius invited her to stay for dinner." Luka explained. "MC, this is Ray."

"Hi." You say with a smile. "Ah, so you're the one I've been hearing about. It's a pleasure to meet you." You blink in confusion at Ray's words. Luka was talking about you? That seemed unlike him, but you decide to let it be. Maybe Luka had found a confidante. 

"MC!" Suddenly, Seth was sliding up next to you. "I'm Seth, do you remember me? We met at the dance."

"Oh, yeah. You were one of the ones that pushed Luka into me." Seth stalled. Ray and Fenrir snickered at this.

"MC, why don't you have a seat." Sirius pulled out a chair for you. "Thank you." You reply as you take the offered seat. Luka sits down to your left, Sirius sits on your right. Meanwhile, Ray, Seth and Fenrir sit across the table.

Ray gave the order to eat and everyone dug in.

"So, MC." Fenrir says after a few bites of his food. "You've known Luka since you two were kids, right?" You nod. "That's right."

"Got any juicy stories?"

Luka chokes. He then shoots Fenrir a disapproving glare, but the Ace of Spades ignores him in favor of you.

You frown as you search through your memories for a good story. You soon find one. "Well, there was this one time Luka tried to get a kitten out of a tree, but he ended up getting stuck too."

Seth and Fenrir stared at you in stunned silence. Then burst out laughing. Luka quickly turned bright red. "How-" Fenrir said between gasps. "How in the world did you.. manage that?"

"I had never climbed a tree before." Luka mumbled. "And I was seven." That caused Fenrir and Seth to laugh harder.

"Well, I thought it was very gallant of you, Luka." You say softly. He had gone out of his way to save that kitten. Was far as you were concerned. He had been a hero. 

The laughter stopped. You froze when you realized everyone had heard you. You quickly duck your head down focusing on your food in order to try and hide your embarrassment while Luka stares at you in disbelief.

"I-uh… really?" He stammered. You nod. Luka's entire face was redder than before.

Meanwhile, Seth and Fenrir exchanged knowing glances.

The meal continued on, the time was filled with jokes and laughter. Soon it was time for you to return home.

Sirius and Ray walked with you and Luka to the gate. "Here." Sirius hands you a basket. You look inside to see an assortment of ingredients. You recognized them from your lessons earlier. "Oh. You didn't have to do this." Sirius gives you a gentle smile. "It's fine. Anything for a friend of Luka's." He then pats you on the head. "Take care, now."

"I will." You say. You turn to Ray. "It was nice to meet you." 

"Likewise." Ray replies. "You're welcome to come by anytime."

You smile at him. "Thank you."

"Come on, MC. It's getting late." Luka says. "Oh! Right." You hurry over to join Luka at the front gate.

With that, you and Luka set off down the road.

"I had fun today." You say once you and Luka were out of sight of Headquarters. "I'm glad." Luka murmured.

"I'm happy for you, Luka." You add. He looks at you in confusion. "What?"

"You finally found a place to belong and I'm happy for you." You explain. He looks away. "I wouldn't go that far…"

"I would. Everyone was having fun, including you. You never got to do that kind of thing when we were kids. It's like you all were one big, rowdy family. It's nice."

Luka falls quiet as he walks beside you. Becoming lost in his own thoughts. You smile as you watch him. 

Luka had been very lonely as a child. Aside from you, he never had any friends, but seeing him interact with the rest of the Black Army officers. It was clear to you that the one thing he didn't have in Red Territory: A family.

The two of you continue walking until you reach the field. The fireflies were out once again. Dancing in the air. 

Both you and Luka stop without saying anything. Taking a moment to enjoy the sight before continuing on.

You two if you say your farewells as you part ways at your garden gate.

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"Thank you! Have a good day!" The vegetable seller called to you as you left his stall. "You too!" You reply as you step away.

The market was busy today. Vendors hawking their wares, as people strolled about on their errands.

The weather was perfect for a day of shopping. You glance down at your list. 

Luka's cooking lessons had progressed far enough for you to start purchasing ingredients and cooking on your own.

You now had everything on your list. It was time to start heading home.

As you start making your way out of the market, a familiar voice stops you. "MC?" You turn to see a face you hadn't expected to see. "Jonah?"

To be continued...

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