#i will stand by my thoughts that james potter was a genuinely bad person and i will also say that snape was a bad person as well

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if james potter knew about how many interhouse friendships hphm mc made i fear he'd go into a state of cardiac arrest

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Perfect Handwriting- Regulus Black x OC

Regulus Black x Cecelia Potter

Description: Regulus always seems to carry a journal around. Usually he brushes off Cecelia’s questions about it, until one day when he lets her read it and all his secrets are revealed.

Word Count: 2.2k

“Regulus, there you are!” Sirius called, his arm wrapped around Cecelia’s shoulders. She had no idea why her brother’s friend was so adamant about her meeting his brother, but nevertheless she let him lead her around the school after classes ended for the day. They ended up finding him in the courtyard writing in some sort of leather covered journal by the fountain.  The boy, Regulus, turned around when Sirius called his name, and a small smile appeared on his face when his older brother led the girl over to him. 

“Reggie, this is Cecelia Potter, James’s little sister. Cece, this is my baby brother Regulus,” Sirius introduced. Cecelia smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed now that she was actually in front of him. Literally all she knew about him was that he was two years younger than Sirius, he’s a Slytherin and his name is Regulus.

“I’m not that much younger than you, brother,” Regulus pointed out shyly. Sirius rolled his eyes at the sophistication drilled into his brother’s head.

“We’re not at home Reg, there’s no need for the formalities. Just say hi to Cece like a normal person.” Regulus finally looked at her, and she watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He pointed to what Cecelia thought was her chest at first, making her eyebrows raise in shock.

“I thought you were in Gryffindor?” He spoke more as a question than a statement. She internally sighed in relief and laughed softly. Regulus tried not to think about how her laugh sounded like music to his ears. 

“You probably thought I was my sister, Madeline. We’re twins,” she explained. Regulus blushed in embarrassment at the confusion and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the first one. And I can guarantee that you won’t be the last,” she offered as a form of consolation. It seemed to work because his awkward smile became a genuine one. 

“Regulus Black,” he reintroduced himself, holding out his free hand. Cecelia took it with a kind smile.

“Cecelia Potter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The two shook hands, not even noticing that Sirius had stepped away from them. He was now standing a few yards away with James, watching the two with his arms crossed.

“Remind me again why you’re trying to set up my sister and your brother?” James inquired, looking at his close friend. Sirius gave him an ‘are you stupid’ look.

“Because how amazing will it be when they get married and we could actually call ourselves brothers?” He responded as if it was obvious. James nodded, then paused.

“Don’t you mean ‘if’?” He asked, perplexed. 

“I said what I said, Prongs,” was all Sirius said as he turned his attention back to their younger siblings. James gave him a weary look before copying his actions.

“I’m sorry about my brother. I have no idea what his ulterior motive is, but when he has an idea he does anything he can to reach his goal,” Regulus apologized.

“Oh believe me, I know. If I remember correctly, that’s how he and Gaia Devereaux became a thing,” she giggled, making him laugh then smile. He nodded and sat down where he previously sat before gesturing to the spot beside him. 

“Yep, it’s frustrating sometimes. You should see him at home.” Cecelia shook her head as she sat down, smoothing out her skirt afterwards.

“I can guarantee he’s just as bad, if not worse, when he’s at my house. It’s a nightmare for him and James to be together,” she countered with a mischievous smile. James smiled at them from afar. He was none the wiser to their conversation, but he was happy to see Cecelia talking and laughing with someone else after a really bad depression episode. It looked like a breath of fresh air was breathed into her when she talked to Regulus. 

“Oh yeah, I can totally see them together in the future,” James spoke with a smile. Sirius nodded and the two decided to give the new friends some privacy. 

“Can I ask you something?” Cecelia asked as she sat down across from him in the library. They had planned a study session for their upcoming O.W.L.s in the library and after a bit of searching, she finally found him sitting at a table near the back. Regulus looked up from the journal he always seemed to be writing in.

“Hello to you too Cece,” he answered facetiously. Cecelia rolled her eyes.

“Hi Reg, can I ask you a question?” She repeated.

“You just did,” he responded with a sarcastic smile. He laughed when she hit his arm, being careful that he didn’t accidentally scrape the pages with his quill.

“You know what I mean, Reg,” she said with a pointed look. Regulus couldn’t help but laugh, she just looked too adorable in his eyes to take her seriously.

“Yeah, but it’s still fun to annoy you sometimes.” She rolled her eyes dramatically at his response and leaned against the table. 

“Anyways,” she continued, and Regulus gave her a nod telling her to ask away. “Can I ask what you’re always writing in that journal? I’ve never seen you without it and not a day has gone by that I haven’t seen you write in it.” She tapped the journal as she talked, but made sure to not actually look at the pages so she didn’t invade his privacy. Regulus’s smile dropped and he glanced down at the journal.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she added quickly. “I was just curious. You know how I am.” She was worried she spoiled his good mood until he smiled and shook his head, easing the tension.

“It’s okay Doe,” he responded easily. “It’s just a way for me to express my feelings so they’re not bottled up. My cousin Narcissa gave it to me,” he explained as he closed his journal. Cecelia nodded and hummed in thought.

“Well, that was very nice of her,” she said in the same tone as him. Regulus only smiled and nodded as he pulled out his textbook to start studying. 

“Hey Reggie have you seen my-” Cecelia cut herself off when she walked into his dorm. They planned to meet there before going to the courtyard for the Hogsmeade trip. If that was the case, then where was he? She ran back to her dorm to make sure she hadn’t gotten it wrong, but no, he wasn’t there either. With her shoulders slumped, she walked back to his room to wait for him, hoping that they wouldn’t be late to join the other students. 

It wasn’t until she returned to his dorm that she noticed something different. As she stepped closer to his bed, she noticed something sitting on it. It was Regulus’s journal, the one he always carried around. Why would he leave it in his room though? As she examined the worn leather cover, she noticed a bookmark near the middle of the book with her name written on it. She recognized the calligraphy as Regulus’s, she’d never seen such perfect handwriting for as long as she'd known him. 

After debating heavily on whether to open the journal and see why her name was on it, she finally unclasped the strap that went across it. If he didn’t want her to read it, surely he wouldn’t have written her name where she could see it. Right? The piece of paper was a folded note, as Cecelia found out. 

Cecelia

I had no idea how to say what I wanted to say, so I figured I’d better let you just see what I’ve been feeling. I hope you’ll read through them, I give you permission.

-Regulus

For a moment, she couldn’t believe what she read. Was this some sort of test? If it was, she was definitely going to fail it. Carefully, she set the note down and looked at the pae it marked. She noticed the date at the top of the page. It was November 4, 1975, the day they met.

I met a girl today. Well, more like Sirius introduced us, he’s always meddling in other people’s business. It’s usually annoying, but I’m actually kind of glad he did this time. She’s James’s sister, and she’s very pretty. I’d like to hang out with her more and get to know her better. (Hopefully) More to come later.

Cecelia blushed profusely as she read the first entry. He thought she was pretty? She flipped to the next page and noted that it was dated a week after their first meeting.

Cecelia and I hung out today. We had a study session because she was having trouble in Charms, but we ended up spending most of the time talking. She’s as witty as she is beautiful. Madam Pince looked as if she was about to kill us with how much noise we were making, it was pretty funny. Eventually though, she had to leave. Madeline had gotten her heart broken and Cecelia needed to be there for her. I admire her willingness to help others, I guess that’s why she was placed in Hufflepuff. To be continued.

She blushed as the memory ran through her head. It was one she thought about often because that was the first time they actually hung out together. It was nice, and she remembered how many laughs they shared. As she continued to flip through the entries, she read his recounts of everything they’d done together thus far. It was endearing to her every single time he mentioned how pretty she looked or how nice her laugh was. Finally, she got to the second to last page, dated almost a year after they began hanging out, November 12, 1976.

I love her. I am in love with Cecelia Potter. Her beauty, her intelligence, her wit, I love it all. But how am I supposed to tell her? I believe it’s easier said than done when it comes to something like this. I asked Sirius how to do it because he’d been with enough girls by this point. All he said was to do what I thought was best, but I don’t know what’s best. I’ll need to think of something quick before it’s too late. Maybe I could use this journal. 

Cecelia found her hands shaking just a little as she finally turned to the very last page. Date: November 19, 1976.

Cecelia,

I know this must have been a lot to take in, but I do hope you read through it all. For the past week I’ve had a hard time figuring out how to tell you, but I figured why not just show you? This was the best I could come up with. Over this past year, I’ve fallen hopelessly and desperately in love with you. You complete me and you understand me 100%. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. Every time you wrote to me over the summer, I felt my heart practically burst through my chest and there was always a huge smile on my face. If you don’t feel the same about me that’s okay. Just know you still hold my heart in your hands everyday that we’re together. Come find me in the courtyard, I’ll be awaiting your answer. If you don’t show up, I’ll have my answer and we can forget this whole thing. 

With all my love,

Love,

Sincerely yours,

Regulus

As if in cue, she heard Filch down in the courtyard calling a five minute warning for those who wanted to go to Hogsmeade. Without thinking, Cecelia grabbed her coat and ran down the stairs, not stopping once until she reached the courtyard. It was just about empty save for a few stragglers around. Cecelia stopped suddenly at the entrance and searched frantically for the younger Black brother. Finally, she spotted him in the far right corners, leaning against the stone railing and staring out at the Black Lake. She jogged over to him, calling his name once she got closer. 

Regulus turned just in time to catch her. Before either of them could talk, Cecelia kissed him with all the passion and love in her heart for him. He seemed surprised by her actions, but didn’t push her away. In fact, he did the exact opposite. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist as her hands rested on her shoulder. When they finally pulled away for breath, Regulus stared into her eyes.

“I’ll take that as you feel the same,” he muttered, breathing out a small chuckle. Cecelia nodded, her own breathless smile on her face. Of course she returned the feelings, how could she not? Without the need for another word, the two kissed again, though it was shorter than the first one. 

“Ready for a Hogsmeade date?” He asked upon pulling away. She could only laugh and nod, linking her arm in his. They stood side by side as they followed the rest of the students out to the tiny village on the outskirts of Hogwarts, happily oblivious to either of their brothers watching them from afar.

“I told you it’d work out Prongs,” Sirius spoke proudly. 

“I never want to see my sister snogging someone. That was quite possibly the weirdest thing you’ve ever dragged me outside to do,” James responded, scrunching up his nose at the memory now ingrained into his brain. Sirius simply shook his head at his dramatic friend and the two of them walked off to tell their friends the good news.

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after all - plus size lily x james!

title: after all

pair: james potter x plus size! lily evans

summary: lily never thought that a person like james could be sincere when asking someone like her out.

content: uhh idk what to put here but lily has anxiety/body image issues

word count: 2500

a/n: hiii everyone this is my first piece of writing on this account :)) i posted this headcanon on my tiktok a while back and people really wanted me to write about it, so i did! feedback is always welcome.

other characters/ships mentioned: dorlene, wolfstar, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, remus lupin, sirius black, minerva mcgonagal

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“Oi, Evans, wait!”

Lily groaned as the bespectacled boy jogged towards her. Not this again she thought to herself. Despite her less than happy expression, James smiled kindly towards her. She nodded to him hoping that he would carry on and say whatever he had approached her for.

“Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Lily noticed that he was fumbling with his sleeve as he asked, and could tell that he was nervous. His anxiousness made her feel a bit bad about what she was to say next.

“James I-” She started, her lips pursing into a frown, but James already knew what she was going to say.

James smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his hand. “It’s no worries,” Lily avoided eye contact with him, as he began to walk away. “Just let me know if you change your mind.” James said as he continued down the corridor.

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“Lily, I honestly don’t know what you’re on about. James asks you out every chance he gets,” Marlene said, glaring at the redhead as she plopped down onto her bed, “you just never accept his offers.”

Lily looked to Mary for help, but had little luck as Mary silently agreed with Marlene. The three had just come back from dinner and were painting each other’s nails.

“Why are we even talking about this, Mary was asking you about Dorcas. What does that have to do with James and I?” Lily pulled her hand away from Mary, smudging the nail that Mary was painting.

“So you agree that there is something going on between you and James?” Mary questioned, ignoring the fact that Lily had ruined the work that she had been doing for the last twenty minutes. Marlene laughed, noticing the flush on Lily’s face.

“We all saw you two today before potions, don’t be coy!” Marlene egged on. Lily got up from her position on the floor, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“I don’t know how many times that I have to tell you that James isn’t into me. Neither of you will ever get it. A guy like him wouldn’t want to date someone like me.” Mary glanced at Marlene, the air in the room starting to become a bit tense. Lily cleared her throat, hoping that neither of the girls across from her would press further.

Mary and Marlene were not unfamiliar to Lily’s harsh demeanor. At this point, they knew Lily like the back of their hands. They knew what she meant when she said “someone like me”. It was far too often the two consoled Lily when she cried to them about a cruel comment that someone had made to her about her weight.

Although Lily had been dealing with these comments all throughout her sixteen years of life, her insecurities only grew as she became a teenager. It was quite difficult for her to not compare herself to her thinner classmates, regardless of how much it hurt to think about.

“You are beautiful Lils,” Lily looked at Mary as she spoke, awaiting the rest of her sentence, but was met without any other words.

Marlene and Mary’s affection towards her was something that Lily had to get used to at first. Lily had never been comfortable with people complimenting her physical appearance because of the conditions that usually accompanied the compliment.

Nearly every compliment that Lily could remember was backhanded, until she had met her two best friends. Whether it was her aunt congratulating her on losing some amount of weight or the uncomfortable, “You’re pretty for a big girl.” Regardless of how hard she tried, the comments about her body never seemed to cease.

“Mary is right, Lily, you are stunning. You don’t have to go on a date with James, but give him some credit. He’s not a total arse.” Marlene said, trying to deescalate the situation.

Lily nodded, but even their kind words couldn’t soothe her anxiety. She looked toward the clock on her side table and noticed the time.

“I have to go. Head Girl duties call.” Lily quickly grabbed the robe on her bed, bringing it along in case she got cold while making her rounds. Marlene and Mary flashed sympathetic smiles at the redhead as she left the dorm, knowing she would have to go face James.

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Surprisingly, James was waiting for her when Lily reached the bottom of the steps. Lily held back a laugh, noticing him struggling to attach his “Head Boy” pin onto his uniform. You would think someone as smart as James could figure out a simple pin.

“Let me help you,” Lily said, breaking James out of his deep concentration. He looked at her with appreciation before handing the gold pin her way.

Lily tugged the front of his robes slightly before attaching the pin onto it. She hummed in satisfaction before pulling away from him. As she pulled away she noticed James was staring at her quite intensely.

Lily flushed as they made eye contact. She couldn’t deny that James was attractive, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it.

“We should probably get going, I don’t want to be out all night.” Lily stated firmly starting to head out into the corridor, James following close behind her.

As the two walked around the castle, Lily distanced herself from James. She honestly did not want to deal with any awkward conversation. At this point, she had brushed James off far too many times to count, and it made her unbelievably anxious to have to do it again.

Just as they had turned the corner towards the middle courtyard, the pair heard a loud boom near the transfiguration classroom.

“Oh great, just what I need right now,” Lily thought to herself as she and James headed into the classroom. Just as they walked into the room, the door shut behind them quite forcefully. There had seemed to be no one in the room besides the two of them. The brunet grabbed the handle of the door quickly, realizing that it was stuck.

“You don’t happen to have your wand… do you?” The boy looked towards Lily with a concerned look on his face.

Lily patted the pocket of her robe before realizing that this was in fact not her robes, but rather Marlene’s. She huffed out a breath of air. “You would think I would notice the size difference” Lily silently cursed at herself before looking towards a confused James.

“This isn’t my robe, I must have grabbed Marlene’s before I left. Why don’t you have your wand? Kind of irresponsible, no?” Lily scolded, hoping that he was messing with her about not having his wand. After her conversation with Marlene and Mary, Lily was not feeling her best, and it became very apparent to James as she bit her nails anxiously.

“Hey, you also forgot your wand, but you don’t see me complaining.” James was joking, but when he looked at Lily once more, he noticed that her eyes were watering. “I’m just kidding, Lily, are you alright?”

Lily frowned at the brunet’s apology, she couldn’t stand him acting like he cared so deeply for her. The two were barely even acquaintances, and she didn’t feel like explaining all of her anxiety quirks to someone she hardly knew.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t act like you care.” Lily said forcefully, meeting eyes with the brown-eyed boy. The two had now moved away from the door and were sitting on the floor near the wall opposite to the door.

Once more, James looked at the redhead in confusion. He racked his brain to think about every interaction he had with Lily that day, before it dawned on him.

“Is this about me asking you out? I never meant to make you uncomfortable- you see I thought Hogsmeade could even be a group thing. Remus and Sirius would also come- wait I guess they’re a couple, but it doesn’t have to be a double date… you could bring Mary-” James went on, his cheeks a soft pink, before Lily cut him off.

“Listen, James, I don’t know if you get some sort of kick out of asking me out, but whatever angle you’re playing at I’d rather not be a part of it,” Lily was visibly distraught now, her jaw was clenched and a single tear was rolling down her cheek. For what felt like the hundredth time, James looked to her in genuine confusion.

James had nothing to say, and as he stared at her mouth ajar, she started up again.

“You could have at least picked a better joke. Asking out the fat girl is so overdone. I didn’t think that you of all people would be so awful,”

Lily was really crying now. “Marlene told me that you were sweeter than before, and I really gave you the benefit of the doubt...but here we are and you’re still laughing at me!” Lily didn’t mean to blow up at James, but at this point they had been stuck in the classroom for what had felt like hours.

Lily wrapped her arms around herself, her head hanging down. She knew that James was staring at her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Maybe now he’ll leave me alone.

Both of the Gryffindors were quiet for a long minute before James decided to break the silence.

“Lily, I don’t know what I’ve said to make you think that I’m joking, but I promise you I’m not. I get it if you don’t want to go out with me, but I just need you to know that I would never ask you out as a joke. Why would you think that?”

Lily finally pulled her head up and looked at James. His brow was furrowed and the expression on his face was unreadable. She took a breath, calming herself down.

“What do you mean, James? I mean look at me.”

There it was. That feeling. It was unavoidable at this point. All of the insecurity that Lily had shoved down was threatening to spill out. It was infrequent that Lily really confronted her self-image, but her conversation with James forced everything to surface.

James could almost see the gears in Lily’s head turning, it was very obvious that she was thinking hard about something. He sighed, not wanting to press her further.

“Lily, I don’t know what happened to make you think that I was joking, but I would truly be honored to take you out.” James said cautiously. He couldn’t tell if this would upset her further. Lily was looking at him in speculation, but at some point she had stopped crying.

She was looking at him, not speaking, almost as if to tell him to keep going. For months she had thought James was playing some cruel prank on her, but they were alone now. There wasn’t some audience to laugh at her if she told James how she felt. And even if he was joking, the pair were by themselves, and Lily could deny accepting James' invitation for a date to anyone that James would tell.

As she looked at him, she noticed that James genuinely seemed horrified at her accusation against him. If she wasn’t completely sure that James was being sincere, she would not have said another word, but for whatever reason, Lily trusted James.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Lily was sorry, “I don���t know what it is. There’s just something about someone like you wanting to go out with someone like me that seems… off.”

James frowned. He wasn’t oblivious to what Lily was talking about, but he really couldn’t understand why Lily was insecure. There weren't enough words to describe the beauty that Lily emitted.

“Lily, you’re the smartest person I know-”

“That’s what everyone says, James.” Lily laughed softly, watching James squirm at her words. She knew that he was nervous, but it was funny to see him care so much.

“Oh, so you do want me to be mean to you?” James’ tone was serious, but there was a lighthearted look in his eyes.

Lily rolled her eyes, “Haha, very funny. I don’t even think you could be mean to me. I think the last time I saw someone this nervous was when Marlene tried out for quidditch during second year.” The two laughed, James nudging Lily with his arm playfully.

As their laughter died down, James remarked, “Enough with the jokes, though. You’re actually the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Even after he was met with a glare from Lily, he continued. “You’ve been crying and you still look lovely, Lily.”

Lily sighed. First Mary and Marlene, now him? Lily felt embarrassed, but James was still staring at her, and adoringly at that. The soft rouge tint that marked his cheeks was still prominent.

“Well, you’re cute when you’re nervous,” Lily retorted, smiling as James flushed a deeper shade of red, “But I’m sure you get that often.”

James hummed, “Blimey, I don’t think anyone has seen me as nervous as I am right now, honest.” Lily apologized once more for assuming the worst in him.

The two small talked for a long while after that, simply basking in each other’s presence. James learned about Lily’s family, and Lily learned about what it was like at the Potter’s residence. Something about their dynamic felt natural.

Their conversation was halted as someone opened the door. There, standing in pajamas, was a distraught looking Mary and an annoyed Professor Mcgonagall.

Mary started, “There you are! You were gone for nearly two hours. After a while, I thought I should go check on you.”

“That’s enough, Ms. Macdonald,” Professor Mcgonagall said, “What were you two even doing in here?”

Before Lily could start to explain, James cut her off. “We were making our rounds down the corridor, when there was a loud noise coming from the classroom. When we walked in here, the door was jammed and neither of us had our wands.”

Mcgonagall looked skeptical at their story, but decided not to press the issue any further. With a gesture of her hand, the three Gryffindors started walking towards the common room.

Mary immediately went up to bed, exhausted from worrying about her best friend. Meanwhile, James and Lily had to have a quick word with Mcgonagall.

The Professor commented briskly, “Next time, please make sure you have your wand on you. You two are Head Boy and Girl after all.” Noting the nod of approval from the two teenagers, Mcgonagall went off to bed.

The pair walked into the common room, both exhausted. In spite of their tiredness, the two were radiant.

“Goodnight, Lily. I hope you sleep well.” Lily smiled, mumbling a quiet, “Goodnight James,” as she made her way up the dormitory steps.

As Lily settled into bed, she thought to herself, Maybe James would get that date after all.

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The Complications of Friendship and Love

James Potter x reader, very little Sirius Black x reader, James Potter x Lily Evans

@wand3ringr0s3‘s 1.9k follower writing challenge: Angst prompt 5. “I never thought something could hurt this bad.” The prompt has been bolded :)

Summary: Being best friend’s with your ex is complex. But adding your best friend dating your ex? Things got a whole lot more complicated.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: angst, low self-confidence talks, friendship betrayals, unrequited love, 1 swear word

A/N: jsdf I’m sorry this took so long love <3 I wrote half of it and then lost motivation and then got back to it after so long 😂 anyways I hope you all enjoy it xx

Next part: The Benefits of Friendship and Love

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Y/N Y/L/N had believed that James Potter was her one true love; the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with. But there she sat in her Potions class watching her two best friends giggling and flirting with each other wondering where did she go wrong?

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, not glancing at her.

“Of course I do, James,” Y/N replied, bewildered he would even think about asking her such a question.

“It’s just- I’ll be really busy you know. With quidditch, NEWTs coming up and being head boy, I won’t have a lot of time to give you,” James explained.

“I don’t care about that. As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.”

James didn’t get a chance to say anything as Sirius just plopped down next to Y/N, throwing a hand over her shoulder. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing,” said James before launching into a conversation with Remus about prefect duties.

“Right, nothing,” sighed Y/N, picking at her food.

“Hey, can we talk?” Lily’s voice snapped Y/N out of her daydream. Her eyes connected with the grey eyes of Sirius Black before she turned around to face Lily with a smile, “Of course, Lils.”

“Can we go somewhere...” Lily looked around the courtyard, “a bit more private?” she finished.

Y/N nodded, stringing her bag around her shoulder as she followed Lily towards the Black Lake. It was a rare warm day at the beginning of October of their seventh year. The grounds were filled with students soaking up the remnants of the warm sun before a cold, harsh winter took over.

Lily led Y/N to a secluded area near the edge of the Black Lake. She stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels, wiping her hands on her uniform every few seconds. She took a deep breath, turning to face her best friend. Her forehead creased, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth, nibbling down on it.

“Is everything alright?” asked Y/N softly, concerned at her best friend’s behaviour.

“Yes- well um no. I guess- I just need to tell you something. Promise me you’ll listen to the whole thing before speaking?”

Y/N nodded; her eyebrows furrowed in worry. What could Lily possibly have to say that’s gotten her so anxious?

“I want to start by saying I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did, especially without talking to you first. James and I, we’ve been dating. Since a few weeks ago before the term started. We didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you and none of us wanted that. We’ve broken up now. We talked a few days ago. I- we couldn’t carry on like that, not when we knew what we were doing would hurt our best friend. I knew you liked him, and I still said yes, and I shouldn’t have done that, especially after he hurt you so badly. I know you’re upset; we shouldn’t have hidden it from you in the first place, but we’re over now.”

Lily looked up suddenly, shocked to hear Y/N laugh. Not a hurt, mocking laugh but a genuine laugh as if she had heard something really funny.

“I know, Lily,” Y/N said giggling, “You all did an extremely bad job at hiding it.”

“Really? And you’re not upset?” Lily asked nervously.

“Of course not, silly. But I do think you’ve both gone mad. Absolute bonkers. How could you ever think I would stand in the way of my two best friends’ happiness?” Y/N asked with a small smile.

“I can’t. We can’t do that to you.”

“Rubbish! You’re not doing anything to me. Go, be with him. Be happy, both of you.”

A grin made its way onto the redhead’s face she jumped onto the Y/H/C, squeezing the life out of her.

“Thank you! Thank you so much. You’re the best,” Lily shouted as she ran back towards the castle. She turned her head to see her best friend with a small smile on her face, what she didn’t see were the tears gathering in her eyes and how her face fell once she was alone. What she failed to see was the sight of her best friend falling onto her knees, breaking down once again.

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Sirius, Remus and Peter found Y/N sitting against a tree, face resting on top of her knees drawn to her chest. They all grimaced at the sight of her blotchy face and red-rimmed eyes. She looked so broken.

“You knew, didn’t you?” she whispered, continuing to stare at the still lake before her.

Sirius, Remus and Peter stayed silent not knowing what to say. They did know from the beginning. James came back home shouting about it as soon as it happened. They were asked not to tell her and so they didn’t, a big mistake on their part they realized a little too late.

“Leave me alone” requested Y/N, her voice hoarse from crying.

“Y/N/N, we are-” started Remus.

“Please, just go,” she pleaded weakly. She had no energy left to do anything anymore. Her heart hurt too much. She’d wasted all her energy trying to be enough for a boy who wanted nothing to do with her; all for nothing.

“Alright. But we are sorry Y/N,” said Remus softly.

“We’re here if you need anything,” Peter went on.

Y/N didn’t reply. She made no acknowledgement that the words reached her ears. She continued to stare at the still water, a defeated look on her face. Remus and Peter turned to walk back to the castle. Sirius sighed and took a step towards Y/N, ignoring the pointed look Remus sent him. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her head.

“We really are sorry, love,” he mumbled before following his best friends back to the castle.

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A few months passed by. The weather got colder; the wind got harsher. The leaves changed colours and fell. The green grass began to get covered with white snow. All through this, Lily and James got stronger. Every girl was envious of their relationship. The golden couple, they were known as throughout the school.

Meanwhile, Y/N continued to suffer on the sidelines, never showing anyone how badly she was hurting. She wore a bright smile, fake to anyone who really looked. Sirius, Remus and Peter noticed it, she had begun to pull away from all of them, spending all her time in the library when she could, sitting with other people during meals. Anytime they approached her she would cut the conversation short saying she had somewhere to be. The times where she did stick around them, she wasn't the talkative Y/N they knew and loved but a shell of her former self.

Y/N felt disgusted with herself for the hate and anger she had begun to feel towards her best friend. It was justified in her eyes, but she knew no one else would see it that way; she would be considered too dramatic, petty and honestly, a bitch. Due to this fear, Y/N kept quiet about how she felt about the situation. She couldn’t rant to Remus, Sirius, Peter, Marlene, Alice or Dorcas. The only person she could rant to, who would understand her completely or otherwise not judge her, was the sole cause of all her problems in the first place.

James Potter not only ripped her heart right out of her chest and stomped all over it but also left her alone with no one she could talk to, making her spiral into a whirl of self-hate and loneliness with nothing to keep her from drowning.

“What happened to not having enough time to be in a relationship?”, “Be more like Lily then maybe we’d like to hang out with you more”, “Look at Lily, she’s beautiful and she takes care of herself” were the only thoughts that swirled through Y/N’s head on repeat. Her self-worth was reduced to the size of a speck of dust, ready to be blown away into the open by the lightest of breaths. Sirius had noticed her change in mannerisms, clothes, tone of voice; almost everything and it made his heartache. He watched from afar as she continued to distance herself; not that anyone could blame her. But it appeared that her absence went unnoticed by everyone, except by him, Remus and Peter. Not even her best friend noted the lack of her presence; too involved in her new boyfriend and busy making new friends.

Y/N soon found comfort in her friends from Ravenclaw, particularly Dave. He understood how she felt; not completely but a bit was better than nothing. He was someone she could rant about James and Lily to without the fear of judgement. Dave and Lily had broken up a few months before she’d started dating James; turns out she had liked James throughout their relationship, using it as a backup since James was showing interest in her best friend at that time. But in the end, not even the friendship of Dave was enough to fill up the empty void inside her, the gaping hole that she believed only one person could close.

Y/N was broken, like a mirror shattered into a thousand pieces and the glue that could put her back together was only in one person’s possession.

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Y/N wanted to cry; she wanted to break things, thrash a whole room as she collapsed under the weight of her sobs. She wanted to scream into the void until her throat ached, her voice hoarse and raw. She wanted to shout at Lily for deceiving her; for pretending to care all these years. She wanted to yell at the universe, asking what she had done to deserve this. She wanted to punch James, break his nose for destroying her. Y/N Y/L/N had lost herself and she was nowhere to be found.

Y/N knew everyone would pick Lily if it came to it. Everyone always picked Lily; she was the much more favourable and lovable choice. It hadn't bothered Y/N much at first, she would gladly pick Lily first over herself too, but it started to get too much when people she was close to first - she’d introduced Lily to (such as the Marauders) - chose her. The last straw was drawn when James, the only person in the world Y/N had thought would never abandon her; tossed her aside like a second choice, opted for her. The person she revealed her deepest, darkest secrets to; whom she told things she’d never imagined telling another living, breathing soul had thrown her without a second thought, without any regret, onto the side of the road like rubbish without glancing back once to see the damage he’d caused. He’d promised he wouldn’t turn out like the rest. He’d promised to her.

Maybe it was all her fault. She gave her everything to him; her heart and soul, all her time, her first kiss, amongst other things whether she wanted to or not. There were days where she wondered whose fault it really was. Was it her? Was she not pretty enough? Lily Evans was beautiful; no one could deny it, you looked like a tiny twinkling star next to the glowing moon. Surprisingly the only person that comprehended what a first kiss and relationship meant to Y/N was Sirius Black, the notorious player of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was the only one who’d not told her to get over it and instead held her hand through the period of time when she had needed someone to rely on.

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“Y/N! Wait! Y/N/N!” Y/N reluctantly slowed down, waiting for the person calling her name to catch up to her. She found herself in the company of Sirius, Remus, and Peter once a hand quickly grabbed her and pulled her to the side of the corridor.

“What do you want?” she asked impatiently. She just wanted to go back to her common room and sleep - an evening of peace - but the universe was against her, as usual.

Peter looked around nervously at the tone of her voice whilst Remus looked as if he’d been expecting this reaction.

Sirius raised an eyebrow in question, “Have somewhere to be, do you?”

“Yes actually.”

Sirius sighed before his mouth pulled into a wide cheerful smile choosing to be the bigger person, “Well we’re all sneaking out to Hogsmeade later if you wanted to join us.”

“No thank you. I’m busy,” Y/N said pushing her way from between them and walking away.

“How long are you going to keep this up!?” he yelled after her, irritated.

Y/N froze, anger bubbling through her blood and she turned on her heel slowly to face him.

“What?” she asked slowly, her teeth gritted, and her free hand clenched in a fist.

“Padfoot, don’t,” Remus muttered in warning, placing a hand on Sirius’ arm.

“No Moony,” Sirius said shrugging his hand off, “Someone needs to tell her that enough is enough.”

“Enough? Enough!?” Y/N laughed taking a step closer to Sirius with every sentence. “Enough was when my best friend decided to date my ex despite him breaking my heart not once, not twice but three times! Enough was when my best friend decided to date the boy who left me shattered behind my back! Enough was when my best friends knew about all this and chose to keep it from me!

“Enough was when all my friends left me stranded alone.”

The pain she’d locked up inside washed over her, her knees buckling beneath her. Sirius moved swiftly, gathering her in his arms before she hit rock bottom. Y/N clutched his shirt in her fists, soaking it as she sobbed against his chest.

“I never thought something could hurt this bad,” her voice broke, tugging Sirius’ heartstrings. Y/N’s heart ached; her chest physically hurting as it constricted her heart. The pain was too much to handle; the wound tearing open and blood smearing the ears of whom the sounds of her anguish fell upon.

Sirius had always known a time like this would come. A time when he’d sit there holding the love of his life in his arms as she sobbed into his chest over his best friend, for his brother. And there was nothing he could possibly do about it.

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Teenagers Part 7

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 6 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

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The next morning, Sirius sat in a tea shop that was off of the beaten path of most people. He stirred the cup of steaming liquid in front of him as he anxiously tapped his foot. When the bell about the door jingled, Sirius looked up as Regulus stepped in. His brother was clearly looking over his shoulder for any of their family members. Agreeing to meet up like this was dangerous...for both brothers.

Sirius internally rolled his eyes. He wished that things didn’t have to be this way. If Sirius wanted to talk to his brother then he should be able to. He was in astonishment that Regulus even agreed to meet him in the first place. The relationship between Sirius and Regulus had been “tense” since Sirius packed his crap and ran to the Potters. Regulus would rarely speak to Sirius at school as it was. Sirius had a feeling that the only reason Regulus agreed to meet him today was the younger brother knew that this conversation had something to do with you.

Regulus sat down across from Sirius silently. Neither spoke as the witch that owned the place came over to take Regulus’ order. Sirius sat quietly as Regulus took off his jacket and placed his hands on the table. Regulus’ attention had fallen on a group of older women who were eyeing both Regulus and Sirius hopefully.

In your dreams…

Regulus thought with an eye roll. He was used to the staring. Any time that he or Sirius went somewhere some member of the opposite sex was drooling over them.

“You’re getting a lot of looks from women now.”

Sirius commented. He couldn’t help but be proud of his little brother. The young man was finally coming into his “good looks” and getting the attention that Sirius had been getting for years. Sirius wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if one of the older women in the corner wanted nothing more than to “take care” of his younger brother. With those intense eyes, perfectly sculpted face, and a headful of curls Regulus probably captured many women’s hearts...but none of them would matter. Sirius knew this. Regulus’ eyes were only on one person. If one of these women tried to flirt with him, Sirius had a feeling that Regulus would tell them to bugger off. Teasing them was one thing but intentionally flirting with them when Regulus knew that he had you in his life was another.

Regulus rolled his eyes again.

“They don’t matter to me. Y/n is the only one that I care about.”

Sirius smirked.

“Blow one of them a kiss. They will probably fall out of their chairs.”

Regulus shook his head.

“I’m not here to watch you nor flirt with tea shop tramps. Why did you want to see me?”

Sirius nodded, finally accepting that he wasn’t going to get a smile out of his younger brother. It was probably best to get down to business.

“I need to talk to you about Y/n.”

“Yes. If you are going to tell me that I need to break up with her then you are wasting your time. Furthermore, you can tell James Potter to grow a pair and get over it. He needs to be a better older brother to Y/n. The way that he does her is disgusting. He is honestly lucky that I haven’t tried to kick his ass. If he keeps on hurting her, I may not be so kind. I know how she feels and I will not let her go through the same heartache that I have had to.”

Sirius winced. The little dig at him hit home, just as Regulus wanted it to. Regulus didn’t have to say that Sirius was a crap older brother for Sirius to get his brother’s point. Sirius swallowed back his own want to tell Regulus to shut the fuck up.

I have tried. You ignore me! Anytime that I try to patch things up, you run away to your Slytherin friends. That you. Not me!

The comment was so close to coming out of Sirius’ mouth but he wasn’t here today about himself. This was about you.

“I’ll talk to James. He’s just scared. Y/n is his only sister. She’s a special girl not just to James and I but her whole family.”

Regulus frowned.

“You don’t think that I don’t value her?”

Sirius shook his head.

“I didn’t say that. Reg, I know that you value her. Personally, I know you very well. You don’t do anything unless you have it planned out on a pad of paper. I don’t think that you would be wearing a woman’s locket if she didn’t mean something to you. What I’m telling you is you have to keep her safe from the cult.”

“The cult?”

Regulus questioned, earning a scowl from his older brother.

“Our family, idiot! Like it or not, Regulus, our family is a cult and you’re drinking the kool-aid.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“I guess that you would know. Furthermore, what is Kool-Aid and what does that have to do with anything?”

Sirius put a hand over his face.

“Bad analogy. Look, just keep her safe.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest feeling a bit insulted. Did Sirius really think that he would let anything happen to you? Regulus wasn’t going to be leaving your side throughout the whole party and if he did, he would make sure Narcissa or his mother was beside you. If worse came to worse, he would have Kreacher keep an eye on you.

“I won’t let anything happen to her. Merlin, Sirius, you act as if I am going to let them cook and eat her.”

Sirius’ normally happy expression that he wore all of the time was dark and grim. Had Regulus not been insulted he may be a bit more sympathetic to his brother’s position. Sirius, was after all, only trying to protect you and that was commendable enough.

“Keep her safe from yourself too.”

Sirius added. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Sirius sighed.

“Regulus, you're my brother and I love you but we both know how you can be when our family is involved. You fall right into line with the rest of them.”

Regulus stood up with a cold glare.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Regulus didn’t give Sirius a chance to reply before grabbing his jacket and storming out of the shop. Sirius groaned. His master plan of trying to fix things totally went down in a puff of smoke.

Standing, he decided that it was best to just get back to the Potter’s family home and spend the rest of the day with his best friend.

“Excuse me?”

Sirius looked up when one of the older women that had been eyeing both Sirius and Regulus spoke.

“Yes?”

The woman blushed.

“We just wanted to say that your brother and yourself are adorable.”

Sirius normally would have played right along. Today he was in no mood and wanted nothing more than to whine to James.

“Trust me, you don’t want any of this crazy.”

Sirius replied before walking out in the opposite direction that Regulus had gone in.

(a few hours later)

You sat in front of your mother’s vanity mirror as she fixed your hair and Lily did your makeup. The morning had been spent finding a dress for the party and now here you were being their own personal doll.

“You picked out a beautiful dress, Y/n.”

Lily said with a pleased smile. Your mother nodded, in agreement.

“It was the first one that she tried on. I think the black lace is lovely.”

You were pleased with the gown that you had chosen even if James made the snide comment of…

“If she marries him that’s all that she will be wearing.”

To your shock, Sirius was the one that stood up for you there. He gave James a displeased expression and asked James to stop. Of course, James immediately shut up since it was Sirius that asked.

You couldn’t help but frown thinking about your brother and how awful that your relationship had become since you began dating Regulus. Could James not be happy for you? You had your first boyfriend that you were actually in love with. Regulus was good to you in return...could that not be enough?

Apparently not.

Lily speaking, pulled you from your thoughts.

“I think Regulus is here to get you, Y/n.”

Walking downstairs, you saw the sight that you expected to see. James sat on the couch ignoring Regulus like a toddler would someone that they were mad at. Sirius sat in between James and Regulus, probably to stop the two from beating the crap out of each other. You made a mental note to thank Sirius later.

Sirius was at least starting to change his views on you dating his younger brother. He had apologized earlier that morning for being a git about the whole thing and if you were happy then he was happy for you. There was also the promise to beat the crap out of Regulus if he did something to hurt you followed by a huge “Sirius Black” smile. Of course, you couldn’t be angry with him after that.

You didn’t expect Sirius to give you a ton of excuses on why he was so angry in the first place...you knew. Sirius was worried about your safety. That went without saying but that didn’t mean that he had to treat you so crappy over the past few months. His genuine apology early that day smoothed that particular hurt over.

Regulus stood up the moment that you walked in. He looked perfect as always. You made a mental note to thank Walburga for driving him crazy over the suit that he was wearing. It made everything about him look ten times better.

“You look beautiful.”

He said before gently kissing your forehead. As much as Regulus wanted to pull you into some long sultry kiss, he decided to wait. It would be funny as hell to watch the expression on James’ face but Regulus didn’t want to get on Fleamont or Euphemia’s bad side. Snogging their daughter right in front of them was probably a bad place to start any kind of potential feelings.

“Thanks. I see why your mother was driving you crazy over the suit. It looks great.”

Regulus smirked.

“You don’t live with her. We should be going.”

Sirius quickly looked up from his place on the couch.

“Watch out for the elf, he bites.”

Regulus turned to his brother with an annoyed expression as he wrapped his hand through yours.

“He bites you because you get on his nerves.”

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment. Regulus was probably right on that one. He definitely didn’t do many nice things for Kreacher when he lived at home. Sirius loved to annoy the elf and he was good at it. Regulus, however, treated him like some kind of cutsie pet. It was no wonder that Kreacher always preferred Regulus over Sirius.

“Good point. If mum tries to give you Kool-aid, don’t drink it.”

It took all that that Sirius had to not cackle at the expression on your face and the annoyed expression on his brother’s face.

“What are you talking about?”

You asked Sirius. Regulus wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Don’t even ask. He said that same thing to me earlier. I think it's just him talking. We both know how my brother is.”

As you turned to follow Regulus to the door, James jumped up. He had spent the evening feeling guilty over how he had been doing you. James tried to justify it by saying “I want to keep her safe” but even that was failing him. He had been a cold-ass to you and you honestly didn't deserve it for falling in love. You didn’t get upset when he started dating Lily. In fact, you were supportive. Maybe James needed to back off and let you live your own life?

I’ll always be there to pick up the pieces no matter who the lover is…

James meant it too. He didn’t care if the lover was Regulus Black or some other guy...James was your brother and he would take care of you until he was dead.

“Y/n, wait!”

James called as he slid into the foyer. You were halfway out the door as you turned to face your older brother.

“Yes?”

You replied, surprised to see James standing there looking at you with apologetic eyes.

“Be careful.”

James’ comment was simple but the expression on his face oozed sincerity. You smiled.

“I will.”

When you turned your back, you didn’t see the cold expression that James shot at Regulus. His face clearly said,

“If she gets hurt, I am coming after you!”

Regulus fought the urge to chuckle. He turned without an expression in James' direction and followed you outside.

Arriving at 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus stopped you before he moved to open the door. He looked down at you with those sultry eyes that made your heart pound.

“I haven’t seen you in some time, you know. I’ve missed you.”

You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Regulus wrapped his arms around your waist to preserve the contact. He didn’t care if there was the very real possibility that one of his bloody relatives could open the door and witness the two of you about to snog. They could stand and watch for all Regulus cared. Regulus had spent the good bit of the past week wanting nothing more than to have your body against his.

“I bet I have missed you more. I’ve been trapped in this house with my parents wanting nothing more than to be with you. You mentioned that your mum put you on muggle birth control?”

You nodded as Regulus titled your head to the side and nuzzled his face against your skin.

“She did. I guess she figured that we were doing things.”

“Well, she isn’t wrong.”

Regulus commented.

“Do you think that we will be able to disappear for a bit?”

You asked. Regulus nodded.

“Easily. My mum will be busy being a show-off. She wouldn’t notice if we disappeared. How about a little preview of what we will be doing later?”

You didn’t have time to respond as Regulus pulled you into a deep hungry kiss. Neither of you was paying the least bit of attention to anything going on around you nor did you notice Bellatrix and Narcissa in the window watching with surprised expressions on their faces.

Both women had been made aware of their cousin finally finding a halfway decent pureblood girl (even if she really wasn’t up to “family” standards) but seeing him snogging on the front steps was a huge shock.

Bellatrix turned to her sister with a grin.

“This will be fun.”

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Wait, Wrong Holiday - Sirius Black

Request: Could you possibly write a really angsty into fluff young Sirius story? Reader is close family friends with James’ family so they celebrate Christmas together, with Sirius and the person awkwardly avoiding each other until late Christmas night maybe when he confesses his feelings? Change as you want but something like that? Thanks so much in advance, I love your writings!! And merry Christmas :)

A/N: I hope I did a good job with this and that you liked it. Merry Christmas and Enjoy!!

Italics are flashbacks

Wait, Wrong Holiday

You and James were told for most of your lives that you were made for each other. What did this mean exactly? Well, your parents wanted the two of you to get married so they could all become one big, happy family. The problem? You and James never thought of each other romantically. In fact, the idea almost disgusted both of you. There are times when people who grow up together see themselves as the ideal couple, but in your case, it felt wrong. The two of you could only see each other as siblings, and you were fine with that. Your parents were beginning to get around to that idea too, but it's not like they were ever forcing you to marry him.

You were sorted into Y/H and you often found yourself finding James at random times. He always watched out for you, and he even studied with you. You both found your own friend groups in no time, but the two of you always remained close. Sometimes, you would see him with his friends, and you would wave towards him. This managed to catch the eye of one Sirius Black. 

“Prongs, who is that girl waving at you?” James turned his head in the direction Sirius was pointing to.

“Oh, that’s Y/N. We grew up together. Our families are really good friends, so we’ve spent a lot of time together.” James smiled at you and waved back. You returned to what you were doing before. 

“Good to know,” Sirius commented. James glared at him.

“No Padfoot. Y/N is good. Don’t go thinking you can just use her. She’s too good for that.” Sirius took that comment as you were off limits, but he couldn’t help but be fascinated by you. 

The close relationship between your families meant that every year you would spend Christmas together. When Sirius ran away from home and took shelter with the Potter family, he was invited to the gathering between the families. This was unknown information. You had wished that when you walked through the door of the Potter household you were aware of this guest. Your parents chose to not disclose this information. They were more than excited to have another guest, especially someone who shared their ideals. A pure blood who hated  what purebloods stand for? They knew he would fit right in, especially since your family wasn’t too fond of the other Blacks. 

The issue with Sirius Black? He was spectacular. When you heard about him leaving his family, you were ecstatic because you had met the Black family, and you were not impressed. Oftentimes, you would get lost in his beautiful eyes. You melted at his voice, but you knew he was untouchable. Every girl at Hogwarts wanted to be with him, and if rumors were true, quite a few of them had first hand experience. You had no chance with him, so you tried to stay away from him as much as possible. Not because he was bad, but because you knew that there was no way that he could ever see you as anything more than just some girl that James happened to know. 

Sirius was terrified to see you standing at the door with your family. James had told him that you were going to be there, as it was a tradition, but that didn’t stop any nervousness he had. From the day he saw you wave at James, he had been infatuated. He learned a lot about you from stories and from studying. He watched you all of the time. Sometimes, he would try to invade your study sessions with James, but then you stopped going to them, claiming that there were other friends that needed your help. James thought that it was true, but Sirius believed that you had some sort of hatred for him, probably because of his family, and that you couldn’t stand to be around him. Of course, he was only half right. 

“Hello Mr. Potter and Happy Christmas!” You gave the man a hug and entered what you considered your home away from home. “Mrs. Potter! It’s great to see you. Happy Christmas!” You offered the woman a hug. James walked towards you after greeting your parents and pulled you into a great embrace. “Happy Christmas James,” you mumble as he was practically squeezing the life out of you.

“Merlin woman. It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages since you stopped studying with me. We hardly spend any time together.” You laughed awkwardly not wanting to cue him to how you were avoiding him because of his friend.

“Nonsense. You’re just being dramatic, as per usual.” You caught Sirius off to the side. You nodded in his direction. “Happy Christmas Sirius. It’s great to have you here.” You tried not to sound too robotic. Soon enough, your mother saw him and he was no longer your problem.

You spent as much time as you could away from Sirius. He seemed to be avoiding you as well. You thought Sirius was judging you for not being good enough for him, plus, you didn’t want him to talk to you and find you the most boring or most annoying person in the world. You spent a lot of your time in the kitchen preparing dinner. The only time you would leave was to give something to Mr. Potter or to your father. Sirius was also keen on not being around you. If it appeared like you would be with the men for long, he would retreat to the restroom for a bit. He truly believed that you had something against him, but he also couldn’t get close to you because of James. He thought that you were completely off limits, so he didn’t even bother trying to get close to you.

James was becoming a bit suspicious of your behavior, but he kept it to himself. You typically loved to listen to the stories shared between your fathers, but you seemed adamant on being with the women in your families. He almost began to think something was wrong with him. James also didn’t miss the change in behavior of his closest friend. Everytime you walked into the room, Sirius avoided eye contact and became silent, which was unusual for him. James thought he knew what was going on, but he was unbelievably wrong.

After a very uncomfortable dinner with you and Sirius both being unusually absent from the conversation, James pulled Sirius aside.

“Did you ignore me and sleep with Y/N? C’mon Sirius, I asked you not to. She deserves so much more than that.” James looked both annoyed and disappointed.

“Prongs, I didn’t sleep with her. I wouldn’t do that to you, or to her. Plus, you told me not to go anywhere near her, which might I say, is very difficult to do. She’s perfect you know? I wish everyday that you didn’t make that rule.” Sirius didn’t even realize that he just confessed how much he really liked you.

“Wait, do you actually like her? I don’t mean the way that you like girls to just sleep with them, but that you want to actually have something with her?” James was almost excited at the idea of having two of his best friends get together. If you weren’t going to marry James, then Sirius was the next best thing, only if he was being serious about it though. 

“I do, but that doesn’t change anything. You told me that she was off limits, so I am staying away from her. Also, I don’t think she likes me anyway. She probably thinks I’m just like my family.” Sirius pouted.

“First off, Y/N would like you more for getting away from your family. Yes, she hates your family but she even told me that she was proud of you for escaping and doing what was best for you. Second, I never said she was off limits. I said that she wasn’t someone you could just sleep with and ditch. She’s not like all of those other girls that you have hanging around you. If you really like her, then say something to her. I think it would be good for both of you. But let me say this. If you do or say anything to her that breaks her heart, I will not hesitate to hex you into oblivion.” Sirius was excited beyond belief to know that he had permission to talk to you for real. He just needed to get you to his side.

It turns out, you were not someone who was willing to be close to Sirius. This was incredibly irritating to him as well as James. He caught wind of how hard you were avoiding Sirius, and he wasn’t about to have you get away with. He told Sirius that he would talk to you later that night. Luckily, your family was staying the night, and he would have plenty of time with you. He soon pulled you aside to have a word with you, much like he did with Sirius not too long before.

“What’s going on? Why don’t you want to be around Sirius?”

“What are you talking about? I don't have a problem with him.” You weren’t even convincing yourself of that lie.

“What did he do wrong?” James sounded genuinely concerned.

“Fine, but you can’t say anything about this to anyone.” James nodded. “I’ve kinda had some sort of a small, tiny, nearly nonexistent, crush on him. The issue is that I’m nothing like the other girls he has around him all of the time. I don’t want him to get to know me and find me completely annoying or worse, boring.” 

Your honesty hurt James. He thought you were incredibly interesting. You had fun stories to tell, and you were known for going on adventures all of the time. Maybe they weren’t as obnoxious as the ones that he had, but you were far from boring. Not to mention, you didn’t have an annoying bone in your body. If anyone was annoying, it was him, or even Sirius. 

“Listen, just give him a chance all right. You’re absolutely amazing, and Sirius can see that. Plus, if he says anything to you, I will hex him into oblivion. Trust me, he knows.” You took his word for it, but the opportunity didn’t seem to come your way. 

Everyone decided to go to be slightly early since the firewhiskey had been passed around. You, however, couldn't fall asleep. You got up and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some hot chocolate.

“Hey there!” The voice startled you.

“Oh, hey Sirius. Couldn’t sleep?” He nodded. “Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“Yes please!” You offered a polite smile and finished with two cups. You both sat on the couch drinking in silence.

“Hey, look!” He pointed to the window. “It’s snowing!” You smiled at him and returned your gaze to the falling snow. “C’mon.”

“What do you mean? I’m not going out there. It’s late.” He laughed at you and pulled you out the front door.

You two started throwing snow at each other. You were running around like idiots and giggling like children, although, you constantly tried to shush him because of the time.

“Y/N, I like you. I like you a lot, and I want to get to know you on a proper date. So, will you go on a date with me?” You stopped what you were doing and looked at him.

“Are you serious? You know what,” you started quickly, “don’t answer that. Yes, I will go on a date with you.” He laughed and picked you up. He spun you around in the falling snow, as you two continued to giggle. You both had James to thank for you two finally getting over your stupidity. 

From the window, James was watching his two friends run around through the front yard. He giggled to himself, proud of his work. He had a strong suspicion that the two of you were going to be amazing together.

“Well, call me Cupid because I am the best match-maker the wizarding world has ever seen.” James paused for a second. “Wait, wrong holiday.” He laughed to himself and went to lay down and wait for Sirius to return and tell him everything that just happened. 

[forthehpfanboys]

Soft Side

Pair: James Potter x Reader; he/him.

Summary: James doesn’t let his soft side show in fear of being teased and certainly doesn’t let it known that he’s been crushing on his best mates brother. But one day, it slips free, Sirius finds out and he gets to go stargazing- Not too bad.

Warnings: Cute? Lowkey trash?? I’m sorry- I tried-

Notes: So.. I had no idea what to put for the gif- so here’s this. I’ll edit this tomorrow. Pick your house!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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If there was one thing James Potter wanted to keep secret, it was his love for all things soft. Soft stuffies, soft people, soft blankets, soft sweaters- everything soft. He knew he’d be absolutely dominated by teases and jokes if his bestest of friends were to ever find out so he never let it show. That is until he met you. You managed to take his soft side and rip it from the deep confides of his soul and layer it above his loud, prankster personality. He loved and hated it. When he was with you, he just wanted to make you flower crowns or read to you during a thunderstorm by candle light.

The hardest part of all of this was you weren’t his. Not yet, anyway. You weren’t really dating anyone and chose to focus on your very important studies. While you weren’t necessarily the best friends with the group self proclaimed as the Marauders, you were blood related to Sirius, more specifically his younger brother. So that was just another kink in the chain of James’ feelings. 

I mean- who could actually fall for his best friend’s brother? Bloody James Potter. He thought sourly as he gazed at you across the dining table. Sirius had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, whispering gossip to you, probably about Snivellus or maybe Remus, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was how you covered your mouth and laughed into your hand. The raven haired student could genuinely hear you laugh, have that laugh be the only noise he hears until he dies, and he’d be content, hell, even happy about it.

“So, Potter? What’s the plan for today?” Sirius spoke up, returning said males thoughts to the blank paper laid across the table. At some point, your eyes had flickered to his, and he would swear to the heavens he could see the stars sparkling in your irises- even if that’s cheesy. 

“Well, I-” He closed his textbook quickly and slid it away from him. He didn’t really think this far ahead so he didn’t know. He ran his finger tips along the tan parchment that the Marauders desperately wished would show Hogwarts in its entirety to them. “I didn’t plan anything yet.” 

“Boo!” Sirius called out, smirking and winking at some Ravenclaw bird that passed by the table. “Ah, come on. I thought we’d go pick on Sniv-” He let out a groan, pulling his arm away from you to wrap them around his stomach, where you’d elbowed him.

“Stop calling him that, Sirius. He’s not a bad guy, in fact, he’s just like you, greasy hair and all.”  You snickered, watching your brother curl in on himself. That was another thing he really liked about you. You managed to reel Sirius back when he was going too far and control him, somehow. You were the only man Sirius ever listened too and it amazed James to such a degree. What magic did you hold that allowed you to stop this curly haired idiot and how does he get some? 

“Why not, Chortle?” James smirked, trying to shove the love-sick grin that was desperate to spread across his lips down into non existence. He let out his own laugh when you kicked his shin lightly. 

“Well, James, if you must know, bullying the kid for no reason is a major jerk move! Slytherin’s aren’t that bad!” You ignored James’ and Siruis’ gasp of shock. “Besides, you guys have got to stop giving everyone terrible nicknames!” You grinned at him, causing his cheeks to tint a soft pink. “All of your nicknames suck royal hippogriff!” 

“That is not true and you know it!” James flicked his dry quill at you, his eyes wide in fake shock. “I am the Nickname King at this table, (Y/n)! If you don’t like it, you won’t be a part of the Marauders anymore.” He genuinely thought it was a cute nickname- your animagus was a hyena, after all. He thought it fit.

“First of all, I came up with the group name, you git! Second of all- no! Do not interrupt me! Second of all, I also came up with Moony AND Padfoot! You came up with Prongs! What the hell is a prong?” You joking yelled out, standing up and leaning on the table to poke his nose. James felt his blush double and was really praying no one noticed, but judging by the way Sirius was smirking at him, he knew. James’ eyes jumped between your brothers smirk and your dizzying smile.

“Well, I came up with Chortle.” James chewed on the inside of his lip, trying to ignore how his heart was speeding up in his chest. Please stop being cute- James let out a silent sigh of relief when you finally sat down and hoped your brother was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. The odds were not in James’ favor. 

“Yeah, and it’s Gods awful, Prongs.” Sirius spoke up, leaning over the table some. “Maybe something like ‘love’ is more fitting for him, hmm?”

“Watch it, Padfoot.” James spat out, his hands curling into fists under the table. This was what he didn’t want. He didn’t want Sirius knowing or Remus knowing and definitely didn’t want you know he was absolutely smitten over you. You’d probably laugh at him, or hate him, or never speak to him again and he couldn’t handle that.

“What? I’m just trying to help my best mate notice the obvious cru-” Sirius shut up the exact moment James slammed his hands down on the wooden table.

“Shut it, Sirius.” He spat out again before throwing one leg over the bench, followed by the other and storming out of the dining hall, shoving his way right past Remus, who had just walked close to the table. He ignored the soft brunette's call after him and the echoing ‘what did you do?” made by the same voice. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked out of the school. “Bullocks- that- Ugh- mangy dog-” He grumbled to himself as he strutted across the courtyard, ignoring the swooning birds on the sidelines and heading straight down the stone steps to the Black Lake. 

The young male in specks made a beeline straight toward the weeping willow, successfully ducking to avoid a branch before poking the knot on the bark to help it relax. He leaned against the harsh bark, his gaze casted over the reflective water. He let out a sigh, finding the harsh rays of sun far to warm for his liking. He took off his Gryffindor robe, throwing it onto one of the lower hanging branches before pulling his sweater over his head, forcing his glasses to become askew. 

Once they were fixed, he set the setter next to the robe and allowed gravy to pull him to the ground. He crossed his legs into a knot as he rolled up his sleeves, still trying to actively avoid the unforgiving warmth. The male was just happy the tree was providing a nice spot of shade for him to relax under. He pushed his glasses up again, a sigh leaving his lips while he pressed his back against the bark.

“Hey.” 

James whipped his head around, seeing you kind of popping out from beside the tree with a smile that had his heart stopping. 

“Hey! Wha- um- What are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be reading or studying or doing some academic even though you get the best marks of our year?” As he spoke, his head slowly lifted and his back straightened up away from the wood; he didn’t want you thinking he was a slob. His brown eyes jumped around behind the lenses, before they settled on your absolutely captivating (e/c) ones. His eyes followed yours as you sat down next to him, shedding your house robe to relieve the warmth you were also feeling. He found himself staring at your cute lips and even cuter pink cheeks. Oh, Merlin, he had it bad. Under the shady tree, it felt hotter the closer you got to his side.

“Oh, well, I felt bad for Siri being an absolute twat and decided to apologize for him. So, I’m sorry on his behalf.” You spoke up, plucking a rock free from the dirt and casually throwing it to the water, enjoying the ripple it created. While your gaze was on the lake, his was glued to his cheeks. He took in a stuttering breath before boldly wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you to his side.

“You didn’t have too, Chortle! I’m all set!” He casted a smirk in your direction, praying to Merlin his heart wasn’t audible from his ribcage. His eyes widened when the blush across your face increased ten fold. “You ok?”

“Huh?” You turned toward him, your eyes mimicking a doe’s in pure innocence. “Oh! Yeah, I’m good, just um- Warm!” You couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. God, they reminded you of the forest, not that you’d admit it to his face. He was struggling to turn away from your gaze as well. He felt his lungs physically stop moving when your eyes glanced down at his semi parted lips before popping back up to his, all of it happened so fast. 

“Caaann I help?” James found himself leaning in more, a genuine smile coming up to his lips. He subconsciously tightened his arm around your shoulder, his own eyes flicking down to your lips like it was some kind of signal that he prayed would mean something.

“I think you might be able too, yeah.” You whispered, leaning up ever so slightly. At this point, James’ noose was almost touching yours and he was wondering if you could see your reflection in his glasses, because he could see his own in your eyes. He wanted to say he moved in closer and connected your lips, but he couldn’t say for sure. Judging by how poorly you both actually aimed, you both surged forward. Despite James being desperate for the feeling of your lips against his, the kiss remained softer than silk. His hand cupped your cheek, gently sliding your lips to press against his more effectively 

James pulled away, his grin from before growing wider. His thumb ran across your red cheek. He reached for your hand with his spare one and grasped it as if it was an injured butterfly.

“How long?” His voice was quiet, but sounded almost too loud compared to the gentle silence surrounding the two of you. “When?” He had so many questions, but wanted to focus on the most important ones. 

“2 years now; since you and Sirius turned that one Slytherin statue red and gold.” You let out a soft giggle and leaned into the touch. James realized at this moment you were the softest member of your house and it only had him swooning harder for you. 

“Godric, I love you, (Y/n).” He let out a snort when your eyes widened. “What?” He let go of your cheek and opted for pulling you into his side, effectively starting a snuggle session. 

“Nothing! Just thought you forgot my name. I’m glad you didn’t!” You played with the males fingers. The seeker could never have forgotten your name. It echoed in his dreams, he saw it written in stars, and he heard it everywhere he turned. He literally couldn’t escape it. 

“I’d never forget the name of my love.” Forever the smooth talker. He smiled wider when you let out another bunch of giggles. He would never get tired of that sound. The two of you jumped when someone coughed. You both turned to see Remus and Sirius standing just off to the side, right outside of your peripheral vision.

“Hey! What happened to Marauders before my baby brother?” Sirius put his hands on his waist, a knowing smile spread across his lips. James groaned. He’d rather deal with a Devil's Snare. 

“I’m not your baby brother!” You cried out, your face turning redder than ever. You threw a small rock at your brother, watching it bounce pathetically off his chest. “Merlin.” You grumbled, curling into James’ side.

“Siri, be happy for them!” Remus hit the males chest with a book. “At least it’s out and they can stop swooning in secret.” The werewolf turned back to the new couple. “Besides, they’re cute together.” He stated before walking off, dragging Sirius away by his sleeve. 

“Wait, no, I’m not done teasing my little brother!” 

“Yes, you are. Did you know James had a soft side though?” 

The pair of voices faded as they walked back up the stone steps, allowing the couple to watch the lake reflect the beautiful scenery around it and just chat. The couple didn’t move until the stars replaced the sun and every constellation had been pointed out in the night sky. Sure, it was past curfew, but neither cared. They had each other.

[15-dogs]

I’ve been thinking about the james/lily/snape trope but with harry/female reader/draco so i was wondering if you could do this and make harry x reader end up together? would love to see how you write this, you’re one of my faves <3

overdue |h.p.|

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

summary: everyone knows that harry potter fancies you and you don’t feel the same. it only takes one bet, one date, to change things. your childhood best friend, draco, feels otherwise. (slight au-- war isn’t happening during 7th year)

warnings: extremely light swearing

guide: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/L/N) = your last name

word count: 2940

a/n: I am such a sucker for jily so I was so excited to try this out!! I hope I did it justice lmk what you think!!

That boy was going to make you scream. Harry Potter sat on his broom, hovering above your spot in the stand, the Snitch dangling inches in front of him.

“Are you mad, Potter?!” you shouted. 

All eyes in the stadium were on you two. There wasn’t a single person in Hogwarts who didn’t know about Harry and yours...relationship, if you’d even call it that. Harry had fallen for you the second he saw you. Love at first sight, he’d always say. You thought otherwise and so did your best friend Draco.

Draco and you were childhood best friends. Shockingly, the Malfoys were somewhat okay with you, a muggleborn, being friends with Draco. They were okay with it for a while, at least. Over the past few years the Malfoys stopped inviting you over. Draco assured you it was nothing personal but, with the social climate, you knew that it was. Draco was just trying not to hurt your feelings.

“Mad for you, love!” Harry teased. You were about to yank your hair out, that’s how irritated he made you.

Hermione stifled a laugh beside you and you threw her a glare. A smirk tugged at her lips as she shrugged, avoiding your stare.

“What do you want, Potter?” you groaned. “We have to win this game, you know that!”

“That I do, love. Did you do something different with your hair? It looks brilliant.”

You chanced a glance over his shoulder, spotting the Ravenclaw Seeker gaining on Harry; he must’ve noticed that Harry got distracted. “Potter,” you warned, “please, I’ll do anything! Catch the damn Snitch!”

“Anything?” He raised his brows at you, a particularly handsome grin adorning his face. You shook off the feeling that he gave you, assuring yourself that he was a git who had a schoolboy crush and nothing more.

“Yes, anything! Merlin, come on, Potter!”

The Ravenclaw Seeker was nearly by Harry’s side. Harry noticed you staring and looked behind him, spotting the boy. Harry turned back around and offered the one thing that you definitely, absolutely, should never have agreed to, “Go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

“Yes! Now catch it!”

Just as the Ravenclaw Seeker rounded on him, Harry reached out and grabbed the Snitch effortlessly. The crowd roared around you loud enough for them not to hear what Harry said, only you.

“It’s a date!” Harry threw a wink at you before descending.

Your face paled― you couldn’t believe it. You agreed to go on a date with the Harry Potter. The boy who had been madly in love with you since he saw you.

You should be mad, or at least a little upset, but you weren’t. That’s bad, right?

―

You stood with Draco in the Great Hall, awaiting Harry’s presence. Draco refused to leave your side until he showed up so that he could make sure that “Potter has good intentions”. You appreciated his concern but you weren’t children anymore. Even as children, Draco never needed to protect you. In fact, you did the protecting more often. He’d never admit it, though.

Harry trotted into the Great Hall, Hermione and Ron trailing behind him. When he approached you, he had a sheepish grin on his face.

“Potter,” Draco spat.

“Malfoy, if you’ll excuse us, I need to, er, speak with (Y/N).”

You frowned. What was there to talk about?

Draco threw a hesitant look at you, receiving a small nod. He took hesitant steps away to join his other friends, stealing small glances at you.

“What’s wrong, Potter? You look like you have a foot in the grave,” you commented.

He fidgeted in his spot; Harry Potter was nervous. He fisted his hands into his pants pockets, avoiding your gaze. “I may have gotten into a bit of trouble― not a lot, just something small― so my Hogsmeade privileges have been...revoked for the time being.”

You felt a pit form in your stomach. Your eyes widened at the sensation, you weren’t supposed to be disappointed that the date was canceled. You quickly regained composure, donning a tight lipped smile.

“Shame. I suppose the date is-”

“I was hoping we could spend the day here,” he hurriedly added. He searched your eyes for a response. Upon getting nothing, he continued, “That is, if that’s something you’d like.”

You cleared your throat. “Is Harry Potter seriously backing out of a deal?”

Your teasing seemed to ease his anxieties as his shoulders relaxed, releasing all former tension. “I am civil, love. I’m not going to force you into this.”

Your heart blossomed with warmth. You could feel your cheeks heat up but hoped it wasn’t noticeable. You fought a smile as you nodded your head. “Yeah, let’s spend the day here.”

Harry, clearly surprised that his offer worked, blinked in shock. You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you tugged him along.

The two of you ended up spending most of your time in the Gryffindor common room, excluding the occasional trips down to the kitchens. You hated to admit it but Harry was actually kind of fun to be around. You know, when he wasn’t so inflated with his own ego.

You laid against the armrest of the couch, Harry opposite you, as he threw pieces of popcorn at you, intending on making them into your mouth.

“I thought you were supposed to have expert hand-eye coordination,” you teased as you brushed loads of stray popcorn off your body.

“I’m a Seeker, not a Chaser. And here I was thinking that you were my biggest fan.” Harry held a hand over his heart in mock hurt, evoking a melodic giggle from you. His demeanor faltered at the sound. You furrowed your brow at him to which he donned his smirk again.

“So,” you began, sitting up, “have any plans for next year?”

“I dunno.” Harry shrugged. “I know I want to become an Auror, but that’s about it. Not much of a plan.”

You noticed the way that Harry caved in on himself, almost as if he were embarrassed by his answer. You nudged his thigh with your foot and his eyes snapped up to yours.

“Plans are binding. They’re not always effective, just binding.”

Harry flashed a genuine smile at you that had your traitorous heart fluttering. “Thanks.”

“Sure.”

“And you?”

You chewed your lip in thought. “I’m not entirely sure. I know I want to help people but there are hundreds of ways to do that. Right now, I simply want to focus on the next year.”

“You want to be Head Girl, don’t you?”

You raised a brow at him. “How did you know that?”

“Word travels.” His lips twitched upwards and you playfully kicked him from your spot. “Right, okay, sorry!” he laughed.

“You’re so odd, Potter. Truly.” Your heart began to speed up, hammering in your chest. You looked at the ground before meeting Harry’s piercing green eyes. “Why me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Why me? You could fancy anyone, why me?”

His brow knit together. Then a dumb smile stretched on his face. “Because I knew that, from the second I saw you, that there was no one else I’d rather spend my life with.”

Your heart leapt into your throat and a fleet of butterflies occupied your stomach. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, attempting to crack a joke to ease the tension.

However, all you managed to mutter was, “That’s obsessive.”

“No, I’d call that dedication.”

―

Over the rest of your 6th year, you and Harry grew close. You thought that he had given up on his crush as you two became friends, and good ones at that. You spent time with his friends quite often and they seemed to become your friends as well. You’d never thought that you’d see the day when you became friends with Harry Potter, nor did you think you’d see the day that you might, barely, have a tiny, indescribable crush on him.

Hermione and Ron would tease you about it endlessly until you noticed. It started with late night studying with Harry in the common room, opting to partner up with him in Defense, and attending Quidditch just to see him play. Every time those two would tease you about fancying him, you would immediately deny it. Admitting that you did almost felt like defeat.

It wasn’t until the beginning of your 7th year that you knew you were over your head.

You ran up to Harry at Kings Cross, holding your Head Girl letter in your hand. When he saw you, his whole face lit up and his arms opened wide. You ran into a hug, jumping up and down with excitement.

“I got it!” you cried. “Head Girl, I got it!”

Harry pulled away, his smile faltering. You cocked your head in confusion. “That’s great,” he said with feigned joy.

“What’s the matter?”

“I, er, got Head Boy. I was going to resign, anyway-”

“No!”

As soon as those words left your mouth, you knew that you were screwed. What would have possessed you to want Harry Potter, the boy who tortured you with his annoying little crush for years, to spend his final year with you? You knew what it was and you were just thankful that Hermione or Ron weren’t around to see that interaction.

“No?”

“Don’t resign, you deserve the position, Harry.”

His cheeks turned pink as his lips curled into a smile, making your heart melt. “Thanks, I’ll do it then.”

“Brilliant.”

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out. You turned your head to spot Draco coming towards you, his lips pressed together in a firm line. “Potter.”

“Malfoy.”

You could almost see the tension between the two boys. You backed away from Harry, nodding at him politely. “I’ll see you on the train, Harry.”

Harry’s eyes darted between you and Draco before he complied, heading into the train. As soon as he stepped away, Draco rounded on you.

“Don’t tell me you fancy him, now.” His voice had tones of anger and disappointment, both of which shocked you.

“Why are you saying that?”

“Because I know you, (Y/N). I’ve told you too many times now that Potter doesn’t care about you. He only cares about himself.”

Draco reached out to grab your arm but you jerked away. “Come off it, Draco. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that my friendship with him makes you jealous.”

Draco sputtered, attempting to form a coherent answer. You instantly felt guilty for what you said, frowning. You reached out to hold Draco’s cold hand and you almost swore that you saw him blush.

“We’re always going to be friends, Draco. No one person can change that but us.”

Draco removed his hand from yours, nodding. “I know.”

And something in his voice told you exactly that.

―

It was about halfway through the year when things started to go wrong. You were taking a stroll along campus when you saw four people in a heated argument. Your brow knit together and you made your way towards the group, speeding up when you recognized all parties involved.

“Hey,” you called out, “hey! What’s going on?”

“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted, sending Draco’s wand flying.

“Harry, stop it!”

Harry’s eyes snapped up to yours, immediate guilt behind them. Draco scrambled to get his wand, shooting a spell at Harry that you fortunately blocked him from. Harry raised his wand and threw another spell at Draco, knocking him against the tree behind him.

“Draco!”

You ran to his side, attempting to help him up. He pulled his arm away from you multiple times but couldn’t stand up on his own. You tried to help him one more time but he glared at you and spat, “Don’t touch me, mudblood!”

Tears pricked your eyes. Your heart pounded in your ears. No, no. This wasn’t real. You clenched your eyes shut, the tears streaming down your cheeks. When you opened them, you were met with Draco’s somewhat apologetic stare, but as you locked eyes with him, he regained his cruel demeanor. You shook your head, standing up and running off, feeling entirely numb.

You were right, what you had said at the start of the year.

―

From that day on, you ignored Harry to the best of your ability. That, however, didn’t stop every single student in Hogwarts to gossip. Rather, it was quite the propellant. Everywhere you walked a trail of whispers would follow.

After a particularly tough day of rumors, you collapsed in the emptied common room, sobbing silently into your sweater. It was late enough that everyone had gone to bed, and if they hadn’t, they’d be out past curfew so at least you had an excuse to dismiss them quickly if need be.

Then, in life’s most inopportune way, things went wrong again.

“(Y/N)?” Hermione asked as she entered. You hurriedly dried your tears, hoping that it wasn’t obvious that you were crying.

“You should be in bed.” You refused to meet Hermione’s eyes, even as she joined you on the couch.

“I just had rounds. What are you doing up?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled dismally.

Hermione fished around in her robes to pull out a clean tissue. “This doesn’t feel like nothing.”

Reluctantly, you took the tissue and finally looked up at Hermione. She stared at you with great concern which only had you crying again. She held you, rubbing her arms soothingly up and down your back.

“Rumors suck,” you cried into Hermione’s shoulder.

She pulled you away for a minute and whispered, “So do men.”

You nodded, a chuckle escaping your lips. You blew your nose with the tissue and relaxed into the couch.

“What really happened?”

Hermione shook her head. “Do you really want to hear it from me?”

“Time avoiding Harry is time well spent, Hermione.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

For someone you’ve only been close with for about a year, Hermione sure was good at cheering you up.

“Draco and Harry got into an argument because...Draco said some, er, choice words about you and your blood status. Harry got mad and then you showed up.”

“Oh.” 

Harry was defending you. It wasn’t necessarily unexpected but you never thought that that situation would arise in the first place. The more your mind ran over the scenario, the more you realized why Harry did what he did: he cared about you. Like, really and truly cared about you. It wasn’t just that schoolboy crush that motivated him, he cared about what people said about you because you were friends.

At some point, Hermione escorted you up to your dorm. You didn’t sleep that night, your head hurt far too much because you knew what you had to do, and there was no waiting, no postponing, it had to happen tomorrow.

―

“Potter!” you shouted as you walked down to the Quidditch pitch. You waved to the team as they dispersed from their respective locker rooms. “Harry!”

“In here!”

You walked over to the locker room, your eyes widening at the sight of shirtless Harry. You couldn’t peel your eyes off of his toned body. Your mouth went dry and all intelligible thoughts fled your body.

“Hey, (Y/L/N),” he began. He ducked a little to look into your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You hummed, nodding fervently. Harry let out an awkward laugh as he threw a shirt on.

“Listen, I want to talk to you about-”

“I know what happened,” you cut in. He raised his brow at you. “And I want to thank you. I...I just knew that it was only a matter of time before something happened between Draco and I. Things have been downhill with him since I met you, and then when he realized I fancy you he got-”

“You fancy me?” Harry ran a hand through his hair in disbelief, his voice pitched up an octave.

You felt your stomach drop out. Your breathing sped up and you focused on anything but Harry in the room. It took a minute of silence for you to finally look at him― you were in shock that he hadn’t said any snarky comments yet.

“Yes.” Your voice was no more than a whisper.

“I don’t...I don’t...really?” he stammered.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, deciding on what to say. He took careful steps towards you, waiting for you to bolt. But you didn’t, you were right where you wanted to be.

“Can I, um, kiss you?”

You grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his in a long overdue kiss. That time, you didn’t ignore how good it felt. Kissing Harry made you feel energized in a way you couldn’t explain, it dredged up feelings that you didn’t know you could feel.

You pulled away from him a moment later, placing little pecks against his slightly chapped lips. You cracked a smile at Harry’s blatant shock.

“Really?” you teased. “No joke, no terrible pick up line? Are you okay?”

“In all honesty, love, I didn’t think that this would ever actually happen.”

“Someone had to humble you.”

“And you did an excellent job of that.”

As you stared into Harry’s eyes, you felt a comfort that you didn’t know you could feel; it was like placing the last piece in a puzzle, everything was fitting together. At an earlier point in your life, you would’ve been absolutely distraught that you fit together with Harry. But now? Now, you were happier than you could ever possibly imagine and you intended to keep it that way.

[vivithefolle]

What are your favourite fanfic tropes/aus for romione?

(I’m gonna try to make my way through old asks I received AGES ago and never answered because I’m a procrastinating lump. Here’s betting I’m going to give up and play videogames all day instead.)

Oh my god, so many.

Okay so as a rule of thumb as long as it’s nice to Ron I’ll read it. I’ll read anything. I have been known to read Ron/Draco and even sacrificed my dignity and everything I stand for as a human being by reading some Ron/Snape stuff. Yes. I was THAT desperate. This is how low I’m willing to go because of sheer love for Ron.

Which means that when a fic will go “oh poor Hermione, poor Hermione who is waiting for Ron to grow up because She can see one day he could be worth it but for now he’s all dumb-dumb and inferior and doesn’t deserve Her perfection :(”, I will be judging. Judging very hard. I may not leave a comment but rest assured, my thoughts are loud enough for me. This is 2010s mentality. This is “haha I’m so like Hermione, not like other girls who throw themselves at boys, I’m so special and girl powery :)” Horribly Bad Feminism. Fuck that. We’re doing better now.

Speaking of doing better. Recently I read something about how Ron is, paraphrased, “the brute of the Trio”, spun in a positive way since he uses his strength to protect them but, but, still... please no? Just no! Just eff no with these takes about how Ron is a hypermasculine dudebro M For Manly™! No, no, fucking no! Just because he’s the Sulfur to Hermione’s Mercury and Sulfur represents the masculine component to Mercury’s feminine one, DOESN’T MEAN Ron is “the brute”! (”the” brute... seriously... who’s the more brutish one, the one who punches a racist in the face or the one who uses a torture curse as retribution for spitting on his fave teacher?)

The way I see him, Ron is a balance, a blend of feminine and masculine qualities intertwined close together. I LOVE that he can swear like a sailor but can only say “scarlet woman” or “cow” when it comes to insulting a woman. Some will probably see it as “hurr durr he sexist he doesnt think women can take it!!!!!!! >8C” but given that those are probably also the peeps who say “HE CALLE D HERMOANI A NIGHTMURRR!!!!!!! DDDDD8″ I’m gonna venture the idea that we don’t care about those folks’ biased, sexist opinions.

Where was I going with this... oh yes! Ok, so Ron can swear like a sailor yet couldn’t insult a girl to save his life. He’s strong physically but most of all he’s strong mentally (to put up with the way his friends treat him for years speaks a lot of his mental fortitude... and to top it off he comes back for more to boot! I’m not sure if that’s more mental fortitude or straight-up masochism though.) When he succeeds at things he gets a bit attention-whoreish but at the same time, you can see that when he’s being complimented he’s all unsure of himself and blushy and shy and you just, dude you can’t handle positive attention because you don’t know how to react to it I don’t know whether that’s adorable or the saddest thing I’ve seen in my life? He’s insecure but he’s always the first to cheer on Harry and Hermione when they’re doing something great, which speaks VOLUMES of Ron’s selflessness and of his actual character: to quote @peetamaellark​, Ron doesn’t think “Harry is great, therefore he sucks and I hate him”, he thinks “Harry is great, therefore I suck and I hate me”. THIS is Ron. THIS is why Ron will lash out, not because he hates Harry, but because internally he hates himself and you can’t keep that sort of feeling bottled up for too long before... you got it, you explode.

I. Want. More. Fics where Hermione isn’t this ~oh dear~ Victorian damsel in distress who cries and Ron is the Big Strong Man who holds her with one arm and is stony-faced and goes “I’ll protect you”, please no that was old before it existed, let us have nice, realistic depictions of Ron and Hermione please.

Like, Hermione is more than capable of kicking butt herself. She IS absolutely nervous and scared and cries easily and that’s a vulnerability we NEED, but the fact that she can be super scared and crying but still hex her opponent into oblivion? THAT’s good, THAT’s excellent. It’s a very important message for girls, I think. “You can cry, you can be sensitive, you can be emotional, AND you can still kick butt”. And as important as that message is for girls, it’s also a very important message to give boys, because boys are socialized to “never cry” and that’s super unhealthy. I love Ron’s admiration of Hermione. I love the way Ron hesitates, the way he can be cautious when he needs to as much as he can be reckless and impulsive. I love how he shows himself to be a big softie and a sweet soul. I don’t think that makes him an “emasculated doormat” (to quote a guest I once saw on FFN), on the contrary it makes him an even better man in my eyes. You know why I love the locket scene so much? Because Ron’s tears aren’t ridiculed. Ron gets to cry about the terrible ordeal he’s been put through, and while Harry “pretends he can’t see Ron cry” because it’s more comfortable for him personally, he doesn’t try to tell Ron to “man up” or anything. His reassurance is pretty lousy but he lets Ron cry, he lets his friend be upset, and he doesn’t try to invalidate Ron’s pain. (ok, the “I thought you knew” is kiiiiinda on the way there, but it stops at that and I’m grateful for it).

I like. Seeing Ron distressed. I like seeing Ron upset and be allowed to be upset. I like to see Ron’s pain treated with respect. So when Ron is having a shit day I like to see him get a cuddle. I like seeing Ron go through horrible ordeals and break down and for his breakdown to be properly acknowledged and not turned into insensitive comic relief (ISN’T THAT RIGHT, LATTER HALF OF THE SILVER DOE????). I mean seriously, just imagine GOF, Harry sitting in the hospital wing after Cedric’s death, Molly Weasley gives him a hug and it’s all very sad and angsty. And now picture Ginny running into the room screaming “HARRY JAMES POTTER” and punching him over and over and saying “PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER” then after two pages of Harry “explaining” himself to Ginny she goes away saying “aight but if you do that shit again you’ll have to answer to me” then Harry’s friends are like “damn she’s spunky huh?” and Harry laughs and everyone laughs and this is how the book ends? How would it be funny? How would it be appropriate? How would it feel like “romance”? When Ron returns in The Silver Doe, he’s been psychologically tortured (”tortured” is the actual word JKR uses, please), we don’t need him to be hurting outside as well.

I want more accountability for Hermione. More “uh hey Hermione maybe don’t do that”. More “hey Hermione you know you think of yourself as a good person buuuut yeah actually if all good persons were like you I’d be very afraid”. More “Hermione please for the love of God educate yourself”. More “Hermione sweetie I love you, but you can’t actually learn everything from books”. CHARACTER. DEVELOPMENT. PLEASE. Don’t be afraid to punch Hermione down and tear her apart the way the best Ron fics maim and torture our poor boy. Just because Rowling treated Hermione with kiddy princess gloves doesn’t mean you have to mimic her.

So when Hermione does a genuinely shitty thing let her own up to it. When Ron is a victim let him be upset and angry, even if Hermione is the one treating him badly. Just because he loves her doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to be disappointed in her or that she’s entitled to his immediate forgiveness. Give Ron and Hermione equal consideration. If you’re brushing off Hermione’s actions but condemning Ron for the slightest mistake, I am sure to hate it.

Okay, uh, so, those aren’t really tropes. Those are more just, guidelines I presume.

Oh, yeah, a trope that annoys me! Ron saying “you’re mine”, “my Hermione” and stuff, and Hermione just swoons and says “yours” and shiz. Ok, once in a while, why not. Once in a while. BUTT. I WANT HERMIONE TO SAY IT TOO. “Mine”, “my Ron!” and Ron swoons and says “yours, absolutely yours”. DO IT YOU COWARDS. FUCKING TAKE THOSE GENDER ROLES AND PUNCH’EM IN THE FACE.

Oh, right, while we’re on the subject of gender roles! Dad!Ron is everything. SingleParent!Ron is mwaaah. Stay-at-home-Dad!Ron is ALKZLDSJDLQSKLFJ <3. AnimalLover!Ron is HHHHNNNGG. Remember, the small gestures, the tiniest, softest acts Ron does (helping Harry get dressed when his arm is deboned, giving Dobby his brand-new sweater, praising Ginny, Luna and Neville when they escaped Umbridge), those are often those unremarkable, unmistakeably kind and sweet actions that tell us who Ron really is at his core: not a guy who’d want power at all costs, not a guy who’d give it all for ambition, not a guy who sees people as possessions, but someone kind who wants to make others happy.

Ok, I was also asked for AUs, so, uh, pretty much every AU is game as long as Ron gets treated with respect? I mean I don’t really care for Mafia!AUs or such but if you can find a way to fit good Romione then go for it I guess. Royalty AU, yeah why not but I often see Ron being made a prince while Hermione is a poor wee servant girl and like. Uuum, we’re talking about the same characters here? Hermione the highly educated girl who keeps on walking over everyone’s toes and loudly talking about how things should be done and is definitely Nouveau Riche, Ron who is a country boy who lives on a farm and is lost in the constant shuffle of his brothers, you think she should be the peasant and he should be the royal? Whaddafack? Oh, and all the “Hermione is a Muggle, Ron is a wizard” AUs that start this way BUTT! Suddenly... Hermione... turns out... to be (wait for it!)... A WITCH! And a super powerful super talented very good one too!!!... yeah ok, yawn. It’s quite scary, actually, how often I’ve seen that plotline, but in the rare cases when it’s Muggle!Ron and Witch!Hermione, Ron never ever EVER (I mean, seriously, NEVER EVER) turns out to have been a wizard, not even a mediocre one, all along. No, when Ron is made a Muggle for the sake of AU he stays a Muggle. But when Hermione is made a Muggle she has to turn out TO HAVE BEEN A WITCH ALL ALONG OMYGAH. I can count on one hand the number of Mugglemione/Wizardron fics that actually stick to their Mugglemione premise till the end - and usually they’re one-shots. (Also I don’t mean “Ron mistakes Hermione for a Muggle because he meets her in the Muggle world and assumes he must hide his magic from her, oh wait she was actually a witch!” fics, I mean genuinely “Hermione has been raised a Muggle her whole life, never had weird things happen to her her whole life ever, then Ron comes in and is a wizard and he does magic and Hermione wonders what it’d be like to be a witch and oh surprise! Don’t worry Hermione, you won’t have to feel not-special or mundane for long, here comes the plot contrivance to tell you you really were in fact the specialest of them all!!” fics.) Fairytale!AU is cool. Very good. But honestly I like to see them swapped around. Ron cursed by a nasty fae to be a Beast and Hermione stumbling upon him? Neat, especially if you don’t go the boring route of “oh let’s just rehash the Disney/the original book with different names and call it a day”. But Hermione cursed by an asshole fae for, let’s say, not sharing books, turning into a Beast, and Ron stumbling upon her as she’s trying to survive in the woods (and not doing a very good job of it)? Yes, brava, chief’s kiss. Rapunzel AU where Hermione’s bushy hair turns into the most impractical, most suffocating improvised ladder ever for Ron? Hilarious. Rapunzel AU where Ron has A GIANT EFFING PONYTAIL OF THE GODS and is screaming “ow ow ow” as Hermione makes her way up to his window cringing and saying “sorry! sorry! sorry! (damn his hair smells good)” on every step? Equally hilarious. Go! Be creative! Please I beg of you

Creature!fics! Oh my god there’s not enough of those, at least that aren’t focused on a bullshit pairing! Soulmate AUs! Give me everything! I’ll even take A/B/O if you insist on making it Romione! That’s how far I’ve fallen from human decency I’ll take anything just give me some good Ron content please I beg of you (Ah and to those that are going to say “Alpha Ron Omega Hermione :)))” well yes, but actually no. “Beta Ron Beta Hermione”? “Beta Ron Alpha Hermione”? “Omega Ron Alpha Hermione”??? HELL YEAH NOW WE’RE TALKIN)

Oh dear god I’m still not finished and I haven’t gone through everything someone stop me.

AND NOW BE CAREFUL CHILDREN, BELOW WILL BE SMUT.

Okay I don’t know if it qualifies as a trope, but. But. A more realistic depiction of Ron is usually what I’m after. All those fanfics that have Ron be “the sexy experienced one ;)))” ravishing “naive virginal Hermione ;))” is just UGH. We spent all the 2000-2010 period having fics like this, mind adding a bit of EQUALITY to the mix???

It’s just... I hate it okay? So many fics read like they’re just projection, writers who are essentially making Ron their big strong sex toy stud who's so attentive and sweet and cherishing, and so it does indirectly ends up as "servant Ron is so devoted to his goddess Hermione, providing pleasure to her while she doesn’t have to lift a finger”. The Dom!SexGod!Ron thing honestly depresses me... Since it's Ron taking care of Hermione, AGAIN. Like, he spends his WHOLE LIFE doing that already. Can we give him a break for once?

In the endI feel that it's less "Romione smut" and more "self-inserting into Hermione smut". In "real" Romione smut I think Ron and Hermione would switch roles according to what they feel like. And honestly I ALWAYS picture Ron being super nervous during Dom stuff, like he spanks her once then immediately he goes "oh my god are you okay?? did that hurt, do you want to stop?", things like that. I cannot imagine it happening any other way. XD Ron is just... too caring, too sensitive to do stuff like hard BDSM and that kind of thing in my opinion. He’s too much of a caretaker. I understand if it’s your kink and you’re perfectly free to project and write the fic you want, I’m not the fun police, but it’s just... I don’t think that’s really what Ron would be like. I just want MORE realistic Ron.

Also I’m trying really really hard to not point fingers here but WHY is it that it’s always “Ron growled” while it’s always “Hermione whimpered” or “Hermione moaned”? Like... you know it’s okay for a man to moan or whimper in pleasure too, right?  You know Ron isn’t 110% muscles and testosterone? You know Hermione is allowed to be fierce too? Hermione can 100% “growl” and be dominant and pin Ron to the wall and reduce him to a puddle of goo if you’re brave enough?

(Honestly how sexy would Ron think that is? The woman he loves is half his size yet can pin him down and ravish him. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG RON HAS WANTED TO BE RAVISHED AND CHERISHED DO YOU KNOW HE’S BEEN WANTING THIS ALL HIS LIFE)

Oooo-kay, so that’s... mostly it, I reckon. Oh also Ron has a gigantic penisraise kink (and a great penis too, but mostly a praise kink). That’s canon and that’s all.

[stonecoldhedwig]

i like this prompt suits you. but lmk if you don’t like it and i’ll try to find a better one

“I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that

Thanks pal for the prompt! This was adorable.

Here we are:

“Alrighty, so that’s a dozen white roses, the eucalyptus sprigs, and what else—oh! The gyp.” James looked up from his calculator and smiled at the middle-aged woman standing on the other side of the counter. “That’ll be twenty-eight fifty.”

The woman returned his smile, and held out a couple of notes. James reached out a hand to take them and—

Sneezed.

The woman recoiled, naturally repulsed. James immediately began to apologise profusely, only for Sirius to swiftly elbow him out the way.

“Twenty quid, the eucalyptus is on us,” Sirius said smoothly, dealing with the transaction. The customer smiled, all but snatching the bouquet of flowers out of Sirius’ hands in exchange for a twenty-pound-note, before practically fleeing from the shop.

“Thank you!” James called after her weakly.

Sirius looked at him, incredulous. “Prongs, what the fuck? You’re still sneezing? I thought you went to get a prescription for those super strong antihistamines!” “Yeah, but they give me the weirdest dreams. I had this awful one yesterday about how my uni professor Slughorn and I had to complete some kind of quest, but he kept turning into a lilac satin armchair. I can’t cope.”

“Pathetic,” snorted Sirius, but his tone was goodnatured. He turned and began to head into the back of the shop. “For that, you can clean the shears while Remus and I go fool around in the office…”

James threw a scrunched-up paper towel at Sirius’ retreating back and sighed, wiping his hands on his green apron. In Sirius’ defence, it really was utterly ridiculous—he was working in a florist, and he had hayfever that seemed to get worse every year.  James, Remus and Sirius had been working in James’ mother’s flower shop every summer since they started university. They had a good time, the pay was decent, and every penny that they earned went into savings so that they could go on what they called their Grand Adventure after graduation. The allergies hadn’t been that bad at the start, but every year seemed to make them worse and worse.

James turned, about to fill the corner sink with water so that he could clean all the shears when he heard the bell ring to signal the shop door opening. He turned and stopped.

Standing in the shop was a girl. That much was obvious, of course, because James’ wasn’t actually so terrible with girls as his friends liked to think, and was actually capable of spotting one in the wild. This, though—this had to me more than a girl. She had a shock of red hair, pinned loosely back from her face, and James was sure he could call it cinnamon and russet and auburn and strawberry all at once. She was mesmerising.

“Hey,” the girl said, and James felt his mouth moving, but no sound came out. Even her voice sounded good.

The girl looked awkwardly at James, her smile slipping into more of a grimace. “Um, I’m looking for some flowers for my best friend. It’s her birthday.”

James found his voice, finally, although the words came out squeaky and strained. “Right!” He gestured towards the floral display. “What sort of thing were you looking for?”

“Something simple, I think.”

The two of them moved towards the display and James began to chatter. “I like the stocks—they’re simple, and they smell lovely. Although, we’re all out of the blue and I do personally find the pink a little garish. There are those alliums at the back—see those big purple coloured ones? They’re very nice; related to garlic and chives, although you wouldn’t guess.”

James chattered on, asking for more information and pointing out the different flowers he thought were appropriate. He might have hayfever, but he was also the son of a florist and a botanist, and James knew his stuff when it came to flowers. They discussed the merits of roses—too romantic, too cliche—versus hyacinths; and James tried desperately not to sneeze. He thought that his streaming eyes must look like he was getting emotional over the flowers, and cursed himself.

The girl smiled, listening politely. When James paused for breath, she gestured to a group of flowers that James had suggested. “Oh, the peonies are beautiful.”

“Yeah, they’re—they’re—“ James turned away and let out the most almighty sneeze. His eyes were streaming as he looked back at the girl and smiled apologetically. “God, I’m really sorry, I have terrible hay fever and it’s just playing up today.” “Oh!” The girl’s eyes lit up. “I’m a medical student and I’m writing my dissertation on the management of allergies. You’d be an incredible case study!”

James grinned at her with a bemused look. “I’ve never heard anyone tell me I’d be an incredible case study before. I must write that down and let my ex-girlfriends know…” The girl let out a laugh—a full-bodied, genuine laugh that made something delicious and delighted bubble in James’ chest. “I do have a question, though,” she said. “Why the hell are you working in a florist if you’ve got such bad hayfever?”

James chuckled, looking down at his feet. “Yeah, it’s insane, I know. This is my mum’s shop—me and two of my friends work here during the uni breaks to earn some money for our big adventure after graduation. We want to go on tour with our band.”

“Oh, that’s so cool!” The girl looked genuinely interested. She nodded towards the logo on James’ apron that read Euphemia’s. “So you’re Euphemia’s son?” “James Potter, at your service.”

“Well, James Potter, I’m going to go for the peonies, I think.” The girl nodded towards the pink blooms that James had suggested. “They seem perfect.”

“Great!”

James busied himself with arranging the bouquet, taking longer than he usually would, and certainly taking more care. His mouth felt dry and he was furiously wracking his brains to try and think of things to say that would make the girl pause, stay a little while and talk with him. He already loved the sound of her voice; the light cadence of her words, the short snaps of her vowels. James could have listened to her talk all day.

Alas, nothing came to him, and after a couple more sneezes and an exchange of cash, James reluctantly handed over the bouquet.

“Thanks. Here—“ The girl reached out and snatched up the notepad and pen that were sticking out of James’ apron pocket. She scribbled something down and handed the paper back to James. “If you’re interested in being in part of my dissertation, you should text me. Thanks again for the help with the flowers—I think Marlene is going to love them.”

She turned to leave, and James glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand. Lily Evans, it said, with a heart over the I and a number below. It’s now or never. He looked back up again, his face breaking into an earnest grin and butterflies fluttering in the low part of his stomach. Some small bloom of courage flowered within him, and he decided to act.

“Hey,” called James, and Lily’s hand stilled on the door handle. She turned back, the sunlight catching the copper and auburn in her hair, illuminating the smattering of freckles across her nose and those green eyes that glittered like cut gems.

“Yeah?” she asked, and James could have sworn that there was something hopeful in her tone.

“You know this case study?” He waved the piece of paper. “Do you think it could happen over drinks?”

“Oh,” Lily breathed, and beamed. “Yeah, I think it could.”

[spiltscribbles]

Prompt: Remus havung a bad day and being comforted by his Padfoot. Your writing is crazy good! Don’t let anyone (even yourself, think otherwise 🥰

~Notes: You are such a sweetheart Nonny<3<3 Thank you so much and I’m sorry i’m just a whiney lil bitch tbh.... But all the love<3<3<3

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remus has always been the analytical sort. The Marauder who could figure out every facet of success for an impending prank. Someone who always understands the other side of a story and tries to make everyone happy in any argument. The sort of person who prides himself in discerning life in shades of gray. He’s known since he was barely six years old that nothing was ever purely good nor purely evil. Life is a walking contradiction, himself being the epitome of that by simply existing as a sweater clad, vegetarian eating,, former prefect for twenty-eight days out of the month, before the final night where he tears himself limb by limb. That twenty-ninth day where he can barely stand even listening to his favorite Big Band records before the blood thirsty beast lurking just beneath his skin would shred himself to ribbons with vicious claws and wicked teeth and an unkempt fury as the wolf raged against the nearest escape route.

So yes, nothing is ever as daunting as one may believe at first sight. But even that doesn’t bring him any relief as he runs the pads of his fingers against the tattoo branded onto the soft flesh of his neck by a man with meaty hands that were none too gentle and a smarmy disposition that made Remus feel like both a dangerous predator and vulnerable prey.

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“I’m glad you could cover up most of it with your shirt,” his father finally speaks once they’ve walked a block and a half away from the Ministry’s office, hands plunged into his jacket pockets as his eyes stray away from his only son— face a complicated reck of guilt and resentment and despair. And Remus supposes he appreciates his father’s frenzy on his behalf, but he can’t help but ache for his Mam right now. But she would’ve never been allowed to travel all the way to London and enter the headquarters of Wizarding Britain. No, not as a muggle without a lick of magic to be found.

“Maybe I’ll grow out my hair? Look like one of those rock and rollers,” Remus says, voice soaked with sarcasm to hide the hurt embedded into his words.

Lyall laughs with more breath than sound, his grin brittle in the way that looks like it could be blown to dust just by the wrong breeze. “I think you’d end up just looking like your mother even more drastically lad.”

Remus pulls a face, still smarting at a stoned Lily giggling about how much of a pretty boy he is. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

Lyall smiles more genuinely now, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him close. “This doesn’t change a thing, you know that Remus, don’t you?”

“I— I know Tad.” Remus replies, quiet and measured as he wills back the tears that are threatening to spill out, hugging his dad’s middle and pretending that his declaration rings true.

He eventually detangles himself and nods up at him, and Lyall graciously doesn’t pry, just quirks the corner of his mouth and starts strolling once more.

“You think we should maybe grab some take out before apparating back? I know your Mam has been craving some of those samosas from that Curry shop in Whitecastle.”

“I, erm. I actually promised Sirius I’d spend the rest of the break over at his flat. He wanted to see me afterwards— You know…”

Lyall’s shoulders stiffen for only a breath before relaxing once more, still weary over Sirius and Remus’s subsequent relationship with him. And Remus knows it has to do more with his surname than the fact that he’s another man, but it’s still a tender spot in their relationship. “Ah, I understand. You’ve told your Mam I suppose?”

“Yeah, she’s fine with it. Just wanted me to write her once I got there.”

“Righto, well stay safe won’t you?”

“Course Tad, I’ll be okay.” Remus tells him, as if he’s at all okay to begin with after the spectacle of today. But it seems to be enough for Lyall, because he only smiles that bit wider, and tousles Remus’s caramel colored curls before bidding farewell and leaving with a snap of apparation.

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Remus reckons its strange that the moment he wanders up the stairs of Sirius’s Camden Town flat, it’s the first time he’s able to inhale without choking on air all day. Like just the mere thought of being enveloped into Sirius’s strong embrace is enough for him to actually begin feeling better.

Gingerly, he taps his wand against the wards of the flat, the door opening up immediately after recognizing him— The first addition Sirius had incorporated after purchasing it with his Uncle’s vast inheritance to him back in November.

Remus expected that he’d have to floo James’s home once stepping indoors, after all he knows that Sirius is still living their until school ends in June under the behest of the steadfast and nearly smothering Potters who have adored and practically adopted Sirius ever since second year. Though, he admits that he’s crippled with relief when he steps inside only to be met by the great, hulking image of a bear like, black dog lounging by the fire, tale waggling in a sort of despair that makes Remus’s heart ache.

“Pads?” he greets quietly, toeing off his boots before he comes closer. But nearly immediately, Padfoot’s head pops up and his intelligent gray eyes pinpoint on him before he leaps forwards to lick across Remus’s face in hello.

“All right, all right. Down you mutt,” Remus laughs, suddenly so thankful for the horridly green breakfast table that Sirius had refused to get rid of considering that it’s the only reason he doesn’t fall flat on his back over Padfoot’s assault.

And in a sudden, magical haze, dog transforms into a beautiful man— All dark hair that falls artfully over his forehead, and cutting angles meant for Roman sculptures and a body toned after years of Beater swings and practice laps.

He’s so gorgeous that sometimes Remus can hardly even breathe when in close proximity.

“I’ve been waiting,” Sirius explains unnecessarily, arms wrapped around Remus’s narrow waste and his eyes boring into Remus’s own without a seconds hesitation.

“I’m sorry, there was a—“

“No Moony, don’t apologize,” Sirius interrupts, his stormy expression suddenly fading to something softer— something more apologetic. “I’m sorry— I just— I was just worried.”

Remus exhales from his nose, dry and the furthest thing from amused. “Well I’m fine.”

“Fine?” Sirius prods, face indignant.

“As can be I suppose.” Remus clarifies, relishing how Sirius ever so gently presses there bodies together, close enough that there’s no space left  between them, dropping his head to Remus’s shoulder as his lips mouth against his skin in languid kisses. “I feel like I’m cattle,” Remus admits, finally lets the tears that were threatening to spill out earlier, pour from his eyes, and can feel Sirius’s own tracing down his back.

“You’re better than the whole lot of them combined, and if anyone gives you any trouble I’ll kill’m with my bare hands.”

Remus should probably snort at just how full hearty he sounds, or he should probably chastise Sirius for having this incessant need to take on the world for Remus. He should at least thank him for sparing Remus the false platitudes his father tried speaking. But then he feels Sirius’s salty wet lips kissing softly against his skin, against the tattoo marring him. And suddenly it feels like even the ugliest part of him could be made beautiful under Sirius’s touch.

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31 October || The Marauders

Summary: From 31 October 1971 to 31 October 1981. Time really flies doesn’t it?

A/N: Another kinda messy fanfic for you guys which will probably be my last one for like a week because I have to back to school school :(

Word Count: 1.5k

31 October 1971 James and Sirius dashed down the hall of hogwarts in an attempt to beat each other. However, the person who beat both of them was the one and only Professor McGonagall, their so-called favourite professor. “Mr Black, Mr Potter,” she eyed both of them cautiously, examining their messy robes and untied tie. “I wish to remind you that the next time I catch both of you running in the hallways I will make you run laps on the quidditch field until your legs no longer permit you to run” She said in a voice laced with seriousness while she flicked her wand to fixed the mess that was Sirius and James’ uniforms.

Sirius and James nodded politely, gleaming at their favourite professor as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Right as she turned her back, the young boys immediately resumed the race to the great hall. The quickly dissipating loud footsteps caused the professor to sigh deeply before she returned to what she was doing before.

The 11-year-olds dashed to the Gryffindor table, with Sirius throwing himself onto the seat just ever so slightly faster than James managed to. Laughter erupted from the table of fellow 1st years as Sirius stuck out his tongue to a sulking James who slumped down into his seat. “This is where I said I told you so.” Sirius gloated, a smile stretching from ear to ear. “I believe you do owe me something now…” Sirius said as he stretched his hand towards James. “You’ll get your lemondrops when we get back to the dorm” James rolled his eyes, slapping away Sirius’ outstretched hands

31 October 1974 They had been preparing for the full moon for what had seemed like forever. Since their 2nd year when they found out about Remus’ so-called “furry little condition” they wanted to come up with a plan to help him. Whatever it might take. Hence, they decided upon a plan that James himself had come up with: To become animagus so that Remus might never spend another full moon alone. After 3 years of sleuthing and researching, they finally managed to acquire the skill of becoming animagi. 

That night, the 4 of the marauders hiked out to the shrieking shack together. The moment they entered the shrieking shack, the danger of the situation began to sink in for all 4 of them. “This is a bad idea. You shouldn’t do this, I might hurt you. No scratch that, I will hurt you all of you. Please go.” Remus said, voice laced with insecurity and worry for his friend. He knew he was slowly beginning to lose himself and while he appreciated his friends’ attempts to help him, he didn’t want to hurt 3 of his best friends or do something even worse to them.

“No!” Sirius exclaimed exasperatedly, as he held onto Remus who was already losing his strength and control. “Remus, you are our friend, our brother, and we are definitely not letting you go through this alone. Not anymore.” James said with resolve as he glared back at Remus’ pleading eyes while Peter nodded, putting up as brave of a front as he could muster.

The marauders didn’t say much to anyone about what happened that night. A few people stared a little longer than they should’ve at a few of the new scratches and bruises the 4 boys gained that night but most assumed it was probably part of the many pranks they were pulling on someone. 

From that night onwards, all 4 boys started to disappear on nights of the full moon every month to somewhere no one else in the school knew about. 

31 October 1978 “Oh god please don’t tell me that there are more boxes,” Sirius gasped dramatically. James rolled his eyes as he replied, “No Sirius, there are no more boxes.” Exaggeratedly, Sirius threw his hand in his air, cheering. “Man-child he is,” Lily remarked sarcastically to Remus as she watched the two friends come into the house. 

Right as Sirius entered the room, he collapsed on the new sofa, still covered in white cloth.  “Hey! Butt off my sofa,” James exclaimed, lightly slapping Sirius on the head. Whining, Sirius was eventually dragged off the new sofa, landing on the carpeted floor with a thud, garnering a few chuckles from the rest of the group.

“Hey, what’s that?” Peter asked innocently as he pointed to the little black box placed at the side of the room. “Oh, that’s a big black box that has tiny muggles in them.” James replied confidently, causing Peter’s eyes to widen in both confusion and horror. Remus and Lily burst out laughing while Sirius furrowed his brows, looking around like a lost puppy in a park. “That's not-” Lily did not even have a chance to finish before Remus quickly interrupted her. “That’s exactly what it is.” Remus replied, smirking. 

Laughing, he crawled forward and toyed with the knobs, turning on the muggle television. Peter jumped backwards as the muggles began conversing with each other while James tilted his head slightly. “Wait, those really are tiny muggles?” He asked. “Yup, you see we can even control them by turning this knob right here.” Lily said, barely even able to keep her laughter in. Sensing right through her lie however, James lunged forward at Lily, tickling her at her sides. Sirius, still disturbed, quickly fiddled with the buttons and knobs of the television before finally managing to turn it off. This only left Remus laughing at his two confused friends who really lacked a brain at times. 

31 October 1980 “No, I’m fine here, standing perfectly still in the corner.” Sirius said as he leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom.

“Come on pads, you’re his godfather, you kind of have to hold him at some point!” replied James as he cuddled the little newborn swaddled in a blanket Molly had stitched for him.

“He’s so tiny… What if I break him?” Sirius replied, genuinely concerned and worried for the safety of his godson. He did not have the best reputation with kids after all. In fact he had close to zero experience with tiny humans like this one.

“At this point Harry’s more likely to break you.” sighed Remus exasperatedly causing Lily to snicker. 

“How am I supposed to hold the tiny human anyways?” asked Sirius causing Remus to roll his eyes dramatically. 

“You’ll figure it out.” James said as he practically shoved baby Harry into the hands of Sirius. 

After quite a while of uncomfortable shifting on Sirius’ part, he finally managed to figure out how to actually hold the little child. He eventually looked up, giving the rest of the marauders (and Lily) a lopsided grin which they all returned. For a first-timer, he sure was good with kids.

31 October 1981 Clambering off his motorbike, SIrius found the one and only Hagrid standing in the front yard of the Potter residence. Fearing the worst, Sirius rushed the Hagrid only then realising the bundle of cloth that stirred in his hand. Hagrid gave him a look of sadness and pity and Sirius shook his head, and rushed past the front yard, flinging the door open so hard it nearly broke. 

He saw only the back of a man, he collapsed onto the floor, head buried deep within someone’s chest. The scene felt all too familiar, nights of restless sleeps and nightmares all seemed to have hinted towards this: his greatest fear. He stumbled backwards, knocking into something he didn’t really care about anymore.

Startled, Remus turned around sharply, eyes swelling with tears. Sirius wished he hadn’t turned around because now there was an even clearer view of his friend his brother, pale and lifeless, dead on the floor. Sirius turned his head towards the stairs that led to the bedroom. He wanted to ask if Lily was alive and he opened his mouth but the words were unable to spill out because he already knew. 

Remus shook his head, tears already spilling out of his eyes, rolling off his cheeks. Sirius already knew Lily was dead because if she were alive, Harry wouldn’t be in Hagrid’s arms, he would be in his mother’s. Harry… He thought. Almost as if paternal instincts kicked in he barged through the same front door to get Harry. From behind he heard Remus attempt to follow but his body seemed too emotionally drained to function. 

“Hagrid, give me Harry. Now.” He said possessively which only made Hagrid sigh, his eyes softening. “I can’t, Dumbledore's orders” Hagrid said. “Bullshit, I’m his godfather!” Sirius spit. He knew Hagrid had no part in this but he was simply too tired and disoriented to talk politics. “I can't,” Hagrid replied.

“Why not?” Sirius fumed.

“You were the Potters’ secret keeper… Only one person could’ve told Voldemort their hiding place,” Hagrid stated in a soft voice.

This was when it clicked for Sirius. His eyes widened before they overflew with anger and rage. With resolve, Sirius instructed Hagrid to use his motorbike and get his godson to safety. Hesitantly, Hagrid nodded. Within the next second, Sirius had already disapparated away, leaving nothing but a couple specs of dust at the front door of the Potter residence. 

What Sirius didn’t know was that the next time he would see his best friend and his godson again was 12 years later.

[pregnant-piggy]

Back again - part I

Sirius Black x reader

Words: 2700+

Warnings: idk the usual swearing?

A/N: I started this a year(!) ago and never finished it until four weeks ago. So the beginning might be a little more bad than my usual writing (and with that I mean the whole first part). Part two will follow in a few days. Love ya, my babies!

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‘Harry before you leave,’ Dumbledore says when Harry gets up, ‘I have to show you one more memory. But this one is different. You must look at this memory alone. It is not about Voldemort... It is about you...’

Harry turns around to Dumbledore who is standing next to the pensieve. Harry slowly walks to it and puts both his hands on each side. He lowers his head and when his head reaches the substance, Harry falls into that familiar feeling and everything gets blurry.

Suddenly Harry is standing in a small room. It is a baby room. The walls are a soft yellow and in the corner there is a white baby bed. There is one window in the room and in front of it stands a woman. The woman is holding a baby and she is talking to him.

‘It's time for bed, big boy!’ the unfamiliar woman says. She turns around and Harry recognises the baby. He has black hair and bright green eyes. It is Harry. The baby makes howling noises and points his hands to the window.

The woman sighs. ‘Alright, one last time,’ she says. She walks to the window and Harry follows her. He looks outside and is surprised with what he sees.

In the garden there are four people. With a shock Harry realises that his parents are down there with Sirius and Remus. Sirius and James are running after each other with what appear to be water guns and Remus and Lily are sitting on a bench, looking and laughing at the boys.

‘You see those people?’ the woman says. ‘That is your dad-' she points at James, ‘-he is by far the funniest guy I have ever met. That woman is you mom, she is the most sweetest, caring person I know. That man following your dad is Uncle Sirius, he loves you more than anyone in the world. And I should know... And there we have your uncle Remus. When he smiles the whole space lights up. He is special, once you have him you should never let him go, that's probably why he's still here. And we also have your uncle Peter, but he is sick.’

Harry's stomach cramps when he hears that name. All these people didn't know Peter betrayed them, they still loved him.

‘And I am you Auntie (Y/N). And I love you and all these people so much.’

Harry looks at the woman. She is his ‘auntie’? As he sees the tears in her eyes, Harry realises that he is crying too. He quickly dries his tears and follows the woman, who is now putting baby-Harry to bed. When baby-Harry is tucked in (Y/N) kisses his head and he falls asleep.

‘You are so loved, Harry,’ (Y/N) whispers.

Harry gets pulled out of the room, but he doesn't want to. He wants to scream, say that he is staying there forever, in a place where his parents lived, where everyone was happy, where Harry was loved, but his throat is dry and there is no sound.

Harry falls on the ground in Dumbledore's office and just sits there. He starts to cry, but he doesn't even try to stop his tears. He doesn't care. The warm feeling that filled him just minutes ago, has now turned into a cold, sickening feeling that is spreading in his body.

He doesn't know how long he has been on the floor, but at some point Harry dries his tears and gets up. Dumbledore is sitting at his desk, looking at his fingers. Harry sits down on the chair opposite of the desk. He needs answers.

‘Who was that?’ Harry asks with a hoarse voice.

‘That was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She was Sirius' girlfriend,’ Dumbledore answers calm. ‘She was in the same year as you parents and I believe she was good friends with your mother.’

‘Is she... Is she...?’ Harry can't say it.

‘Dead?’ Dumbledore finishes his question. ‘No, she was so sure that, when Sirius was sent to Azkaban, he was innocent, that she kept writing letters to the ministry and finally was sent to France. That didn't keep her from writing angry letters though,’ Dumbledore chuckles. ‘After she got the news Sirius escaped, she tried everything to get back here. She is here now.’

Harry remains quiet. He had never heard about (Y/N). He doesn't know her, but from what he saw in the memory and from Dumbledore telling she was Sirius' girlfriend, she seems nice.

‘She wants to meet you. If you want that of course.’

Dumbledore's words break Harry's thoughts. Yes, Harry would like to see her too, she could tell him all about his parents and Sirius and Remus.

‘Yeah, I would like to meet her too.’

‘She'll be here next Sunday. She would like it if you could fill her in on what happened, she hasn't met Sirius yet and she wants to be prepared.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her.’

‘Then I’ll see you Sunday,’ Dumbledore gestures to the door. ‘Oh and Harry?’ Harry turns around. ‘Please don’t tell anyone that she is back. The ministry does not know.’

Harry nods and leaves the office, with a much lighter than he usually has.

- -- -

‘Harry, are you nervous? You haven’t eaten anything!’ Hermione says to Harry.

It is Sunday morning and they are having breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry hasn’t touched his food and he is staring at his hands. Today is the day he is going to meet (Y/N). He had been awake all night trying to come up with something to say to her, but he couldn’t think of anything. Then he started to worry, what if (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk about her past?

Harry looks up to Hermione. She is looking at him, worried. Harry shifts his look to Ron, who is stabbing his sausage with his knife.

‘Ron that sausage doesn’t have to die!’

Harry laughs at Hermione’s comment. But his laughing stops when she looks back at him.

‘Come on, ‘Moine. I’m fine!’ Harry defends himself and to show he takes a bite from his toast. Hermione shoots him a final worried look but drops it. Instead she asks Harry the one thing that makes him feel even worse.

‘What are you going to tell her?’

‘I don’t know, I’ll probably just answer her questions. I don’t know what she wants to know! I don’t even know how she looks!’ Harry confesses.

‘Are you gonna ask her about your parents?’ Ron asks.

Harry nods. ‘Yeah, Dumbledore said that she was good friends with my mother and if she was Sirius’ girlfriend she probably knows much about him and my dad.’

‘I just wonder why she is back now and not earlier. I mean Sirius escaped three years ago,’ Hermione says. Harry and Ron both shrug.

The rest of time they talk about the upcoming Quidditch match. Harry almost forgets about (Y/N), but after a few minutes McGonagall walks towards Harry.

‘Mr. Potter, would you please come with me?’ Harry swallows and walks after McGonagall. Hermione and Ron wish him good luck before he disappears.

McGonagall walks to the same room Harry went in after he was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. When he enters the room, he sees a woman on the other side of the room, her back turned to the door Harry just stepped through. She has (y/h/c) hair and she is wearing a travel coat. When Dumbledore enters the room the woman looks up. There is a small smile on her face and she walks up to Dumbledore.

‘Thank you so much for this, Albus,’ the woman greets him. Her mouth smiles, but there is a coldness in her eyes. Dumbledore simply smiles.

‘I believe you should thank Harry,’ he says and points at Harry who feels like his toast is having a party with his eggs in his stomach.

The woman turns around and looks at Harry. Her eyes fill with tears and she walks to Harry and hugs him. It is not a normal hug, it is a mother’s hug. Harry relaxes a bit but still doesn’t know what to say. The woman lets Harry go and looks in his eyes. He could have sworn he saw her mouth Lily.

‘I am (Y/N),’ she says. ‘You look so much like James except for your eyes, you have Lily’s eyes. Ah, well, you have probably heard that a thousand times by now.’ Of course Harry has, but hearing it this time feels different.  ‘I am sorry I haven’t contacted you before. This must come as quite a shock for you.’ Harry nods but he still cannot say anything. ‘I hoped you wanted to fill me in with what happened since Sirius escaped.’ Harry nods again and (Y/N) smiles. ‘Let’s go to the kitchens, I don’t think anyone will be there,’ (Y/N) suggests. She says goodbye to Dumbledore and McGonagall.

‘It is good to see you, (Y/N),’ McGonagall says. (Y/N) smiles and this time her eyes smile too.

‘Good to see you too, professor.’

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Harry follows (Y/N) to the kitchens. He notices that she is not wearing wizards clothes. She is wearing a plain black jeans and shirt instead of robes. Harry focuses on the label on the back of (Y/N)’s shoes while they walk silently through the halls.

They enter the kitchens and sit down. (Y/N) looks around and smiles.

‘Wow, it has not changed at all. I remember all the nights and mornings I have sat here. Stealing candy with James, drinking tea with Remus, comforting Sirius. I even baked a cake here with Peter for your mom’s birthday!’ She stops looking around and focuses on Harry. ‘I’m sorry I keep on talking. Do you want anything? Tea, coffee?’

‘No, thanks. I just had breakfast.’ It is the first thing Harry says and he feel he is getting red when (Y/N) laughs.

‘You even have your dad’s voice!’ Harry smiles. ‘I am sorry to disturb your Sunday, but the truth is that I am really nervous to meet Sirius. I haven’t seen him in fifteen years and I don’t know if he has changed!’

Harry looks at (Y/N). She looks genuinely worried. He looks in her (y/e/c) eyes and scans her face. He understands why Sirius fell for her. She has a natural beauty and in her eyes there is a laugh even though she is looking worried right now.

‘Can you tell me what happened since Sirius escaped? You don’t have to into details very much but I would like to know some… background.’

Harry starts telling hesitatingly. (Y/N) looks at him interested and she only nods.

‘…then Ron’s rat turned into Peter-‘ Harry stops; (Y/N) has suddenly risen from her chair and is now walking up and down in the kitchen.

‘I knew it! I knew it wasn’t Sirius! But Wormtail? Who would have thought that! That son of a bitch!’ she says angrily. Red sparks are coming from her wand. After a minute she is calmed down and she sits back down on her chair.

‘Please tell me they got him.’  

‘Uhh… Well…’ Harry stammers. (Y/N) drops her head on the table.

‘Shit, so now he is back to Voldemort?’

‘Yes. Should I go on?’ Harry asks careful. She nods.

Harry continues, he tells about how he and Hermione saved Sirius, about fourth year and how Sirius broke into a house to talk to Harry ((Y/N) laughs), about the battle against Voldemort in the graveyard and about fifth year, how he and Ron and Hermione founded Dumbledore’s Army, about Arthur Weasley’s attack and about how Voldemort exposed himself at the ministry at the end of the year.

‘Harry you are more than your father than I thought, but luckily you also have Lily’s intelligence. Your parents would have been so proud of you.’ Harry’s eyes fill with tears. (Y/N) smiles when she sees it.

‘Thank you so much for telling me this, I understand that it is not easy. Is there anything you want to know about me or your parents?’ she asks and Harry nods.

‘Yeah, but I don’t really know what…’ (Y/N) laughs.

‘I’ll just tell something,’ she says. ‘Maybe you want to know a little more about me. Let’s see… I was in the same year as your parents and I immediately became friends with your mother. She was a wonderful girl. I also befriended Remus in first year, but I kept distance from Sirius and James. Then in second year James’ crush became quite obvious and I had to protect Lily from him. That’s when I became friends with Sirius and Peter and eventually also your dad.

Of course we had a lot of fun, but sometimes Sirius and James could go a little too far. I assume that you know about Severus Snape. He did some horrible things and well, so did they. But they changed. Sirius in the summer to sixth year, when he ran away from home and James in the next summer. Snape never changed. In seventh year he would still hex James behind his back. He was a terrible guy.’

‘Yeah I know,’ Harry says.

‘You know Snape?’ (Y/N) asks surprised.

‘Yeah, he is the DADA teacher. He is awful.’

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. ‘Why would Dumbledore hire him as a teacher?! He was a death eater!’ Harry shrugs. ‘Well, we shouldn’t let this turn into a I-hate-Snivellus-talk, though I wouldn’t mind to be honest…  

Sirius and I started dating in sixth year and after we graduated we moved in together with Remus. We were happy, or as happy as anyone can be when there is a war going on…

And then you got born. You were the prettiest baby I have ever seen. Your parents loved you so much. They would take you to order-meetings and sit with you in the corner not paying any attention to what was being said. Sirius, Remus or I would watch you if James and Lily had a mission or when they went out.

Everything was wonderful for a year. But then it happened. Lily and James murdered, Sirius imprisoned and everyone thought he killed Peter. I didn’t, I could not believe that Sirius had killed someone, he would never kill someone. I kept writing to the ministry and eventually they sent me to France. I still wrote letters though, no one could make me believe that Sirius was a murderer.

Years went by. Then I got a letter from Dumbledore, saying that Sirius had escaped. He didn’t want me to come yet, but he said he would keep me updated. He wrote me twice. In one year.’

(Y/N)’s voice was bitter and her eyes turned into two fires.

‘The year after that, that was your fourth year, I got a letter from Remus, saying that Sirius was still on the run and he wrote that I should stop sending letters to the ministry. No one told me that he was innocent, no one told me that it was in fact Peter who betrayed Lily and James. Anyway, finally I got a letter from Dumbledore asking me to come here and meet Sirius. It took me a whole year before I got here but I am here now.’

Harry stares at (Y/N). He is having a hard time to accept all the information he just got. He never expected from Dumbledore to be so mysterious, even more than normal. Why didn’t anyone tell her Sirius was innocent?

(Y/N) smiles while she looks at Harry. ‘I’ll leave you for now. I think you have enough to think about for the next… well month, if not year.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry says. ‘Thank you.’

‘No, thank you Harry. You really helped me.’

Harry and (Y/N) get up and leave the kitchens. They walk past the Great Hall and are now by the door. Harry decides to ask something that has bothered him since he heard you were coming back:

‘If you are here illegal, where are you going to stay?’

‘Oh, I am going to meet with Remus. I actually hope I can stay with him.’ (Y/N) hugs Harry and says goodbye. ‘I’ll see you soon, Harry.’

Harry watches (Y/N) disappear into the fog that hangs over the school grounds and then turns around.

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Do you have any HCs for Merula?

So. So many. Long post ahead. Very long post. With many thoughts. Many, many thoughts about the best witch at Hogwarts. Proceed with caution. 

Let’s start with her childhood. Her early childhood. Her parents were probably akin to the Malfoys. They taught her bad life lessons, but I do not believe they were abusive. I think they genuinely loved her. I also notice how callous she is about Voldemort - being one of the few characters to actually speak his name, at all of eleven years old. My belief is that Merula’s parents were involved less because they cared about blood supremacy and more because they were attracted to the power and freedoms they thought they could have as Death Eaters. To practice dark magic, to be feared and respected by the community. 

Merula seems to have absorbed all of that in full. She seems to view the world as a division between the strong and the weak, not the good and the evil. Law of the jungle, kill or be killed. The Death Eater ideology. Merula may spout Pure-blood bigotry, but I guarantee you she doesn’t actually give a damn about blood status. It’s just an easy short-cut to dominate people in social situations, which is something she clings to. Because she’s weak, and she knows it. But she’s been taught to respect power and to embody it. Merula is trying to fake it until she makes it. I also think she doesn’t have any respect for Voldemort at all, thinks of him as a failure - he was supposedly killed by a baby, after all. 

But Merula is also highly insecure about her own talents, even if she always defaults to overselling them. After her parents went to Azkaban, she must have been spiraling. Looking for something or someone to latch onto. A purpose. Her aunt is supposedly watching her but that clearly isn’t the case. She cuts her own hair. She dresses herself - half her clothes don’t fit and she wears more make-up than some of the seventh years. Merula may not have known it, but I think all she wanted was to be loved, and she wasn’t get that from her aunt, or anyone. So she defaulted. Defaulted to trying to gain power. And oh look, what’s that in the Daily Prophet? This Jacob character, and his quest to open the Cursed Vaults? This was her opportunity. Her chance to prove herself. Unlike Jacob and Voldemort, those pathetic failures, Merula could make a name for herself. She will be the best witch at Hogwarts. If she has to cram that down everyone’s throats, she will be. 

There was only one problem. Jacob had a sibling. From jump, they had the advantage over her, not that she would ever admit it. Merula must have calculated that Jacob’s Sibling would know more about the Vaults than her. For all she knew, Jacob left them a road map. Not only that, on her first day of trying to assert herself against Rowan, Jacob’s Sibling interrupted and was not scared of her, at all. They had already won over Rowan, and they did not hesitate to tell Snape what Merula was doing. I believe from the moment, Merula feared them, envied them, and though she would never admit it to herself, admired them. It only got worse when they escaped the Devil’s Snare, and stood up to her while she was bullying the one person who her intimidation scheme had actually worked on, Ben Copper. 

Lots of people hate Merula for the Devil’s Snare scheme, but what did we expect? She was raised by two Death Eaters, and she’s seen them kill Aurors before. Of course her Plan A was to kill Jacob’s Sibling. Of course she wanted to ruin Jacob’s reputation. She’s trying to emulate her mother, I bet you anything. I bet you anything that she’s wearing her mother’s makeup. Perhaps even her old clothes. That being said, I also think Merula has very conflicted feelings about her mother. Because her parents failed - they were taken to Azkaban. I’m willing to bet that Merula hasn’t spoken to them since. But she wants to. She keeps trying to write them letters, and crosses everything out. Maybe she’s waiting for them to send a letter first. Hoping that they will, even if she won’t admit it. Feeling hurt that they haven’t. There’s always visitation, but who’s going to take her on a trip to Azkaban? Are children even allowed to visit there? Even if they are, she has no one to take her. Speaking of that, let’s talk about Dementors. 

What does Merula hear when Dementors are nearby? Actually, we could talk about all of her magical signatures. My head-canon for her wand is Holly and Dragon Heartstring. Yes, I do think she has the same wand wood as Harry James Potter. It tends to lean to people who are “impetuous” and prone to anger. I think Merula’s Boggart would likely be something to do with Jacob’s Sibling, at least in the early days. They were the one standing in the way of her goals. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they were involved with her Erised vision as well, perhaps something to do with them and her parents. Post Portrait Vault, we know what Merula’s Boggart would be. And we know what she would hear when Dementors are close. But prior to the Portrait Vault? She definitely hears the arrest of her parents, and the trial...she was, after all, present for it. Come to think of it...what if she was there as a witness? Not willingly, of course. Too young to understand what was going on, bullied into giving testimony about that auror that her parents killed...Merula’s Worst Memory, perhaps? Well, at least until the Portrait Vault, anyway. 

Tulip Karasu. Oh my, Tulip Karasu. She, like Merula’s parents, is one of a few people who would ultimately challenge her worldview. Merula loves her parents and misses them, despite their “failure” embodying everything that she tries to reject. Along comes Tulip - someone brilliant. A loner like Merula. They’re two shady little oddballs and they gravitate to each other. The admiration is mutual, and unlike with Jacob’s Sibling, Merula doesn’t feel as much reluctance to enjoy Tulip’s company. But she still doesn’t let all her walls down. She won’t admit Tulip is her friend, even if they’ve become best mates. I think both of these two characters changed each other, a bit. That a little of Tulip rubbed off on Merula, and vice-versa. When the betrayal happened, like so many other traumatic events in Merula’s life, it set her back. She regressed. Bonds make a person weak. People, associates, are only good for one thing - using them to further your own ends. This is what Merula learned. This is what Tulip unfortunately taught her. That being said, I don’t think it meant nothing to her when Tulip become friends with MC. Followed by Barnaby. This is where her envy of Jacob’s Sibling would probably reach a boiling point. Where she (almost justifiably) might feel as though they were taking everything from her. However horrible Merula might have behaved, no one wants to hear they are terrible in all of the ways their rival is great. 

While all of this is happening, I think Merula continued to try and flex. To prove herself. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried out for Quidditch every year to honor her parents, and either didn’t make the team outright, or was disqualified for trying to sabotage other participants. All the while, she continues to show-boat and flex. I bet her favorite Quidditch team is the Falmouth Falcons, who are famous for being violent and playing dirty. (Look them up, they’re exactly her kind of people.) Speaking of that, ever wonder what her relationship was like with Felix? Or Snape? We know that Felix defends her and calls MC a bully if you trick him for the Common Room break-in during Year 2. Anyone with half a brain knows that’s not what’s happening, and I’m sure Felix does too. He knows what Merula gets up to. But he lies and defends her, however much she might drive him crazy, because she is still his charge. Because Slytherins take care of their own. I’d imagine the same thing is true with Snape. He cannot stand Merula, but he will still try to look out for her or clean up her messes when he can, because she’s one of the snakes. Remember when he said “I genuinely wish you weren’t lying.” He doesn’t want to punish Merula. Not like he does MC. Merula is clearly the obnoxious little sister of Slytherin house. 

Along comes Year 4. Along comes Patricia Rakepick. Strap in everybody, it’s time to get to heart of Merula’s problems. Mainly her mommy issues. Because Rakepick is, or at least appears to be, everything that Merula wishes she could be. This is someone she can emulate, like she did her mother. Someone she can idolize without any of that confused anger that she has toward MC - who, at the same time, she is growing fond of, whether she admits it to herself or not. Rakepick essentially represents everything that her parents used to be, and could have been, had they not “failed.” Merula herself draws the comparison. This isn’t lost on Rakepick, and she makes use of it. There’s no way that Rakepick’s comparison to the Curse-Breaking apprentice team of Year 5 being like a “family” wasn’t done for Merula’s benefit. Merula hears that, and she feels accepted. She feels loved. Like she’s part of a family again. It’s dysfunctional and weird, but that’s all she knows. She doesn’t just want to emulate Rakepick and learn to be powerful like her...she wants to earn Rakepick’s approval, to make her proud. To “win” the love of a mother figure. I believe Tulip’s suspicion, Tulip’s ability to see what was really going on, unfortunately only pushed Merula further away from her and closer to her new “family.” 

Speaking of pushing people away, it’s about time we talked about Ismelda Murk. About the friendship that was formed out of mutual convenience, rather than actual chemistry. By the end of Year 3, these two loners don’t have anyone else. But they don’t click the way that Merula did with Tulip. Ismelda doesn’t have the talents or the passion that Merula admired in Tulip, and Ismelda has far less patience for Merula’s show-boating. But they were all each other had, at least at first. Then Merula completely dropped Ismelda in favor of her new “family” because she was feeling emotional fulfillment and didn’t “need” Ismelda anymore. Most of this would be unconscious, but that would be the motivator. Considering that Ismelda started hanging out with Beatrice in Year 6, and Merula is rarely involved, I think it’s safe to say the two of them never recovered from that distance. 

Meanwhile, Merula is having the time of her life with her new family. With her annoying but mostly harmless older brother Bill. With her long-time rival turned sort-of friend now acting as a sibling figure. A sibling figure...who she has romantic tension with. (Hey, I did say that it was dysfunctional. That’s almost certainly on purpose.) And then there’s her amazing, badass new mom. Everything is shaping up for Merula. She’s going to be the Best Witch at Hogwarts, the greatest Curse-Breaker the world has ever known. All she has to do is emulate. Try to be just like the amazing Patricia Rakepick. Our poor child truly believed all this. Then the Portrait Vault happened. Look, we need to face that however fun the dynamic might have been, however “cool” mentor-Rakepick was...it was never a truly good thing. It wouldn’t be, even if she wasn’t a villain. Rakepick was never cut out to look after children, beyond grooming them into being lawless explorers like her. And honestly? She was completely open about that. But that’s just what Merula wanted. It’s what she thought she needed. She wouldn’t gravitate to someone like Flitwick, or McGonagall. No, she’d want someone like her parents. Someone powerful, who doesn’t play by the rules. Someone cool. Like Rakepick, or Jacob. (We’ll get to that.) 

So imagine how much it completely shattered her world when Rakepick did what she did. The Cruciatus Curse is one thing. It’s unspeakable. But I guarantee you the real damage was done with Rakepick’s words. “Merula thinks she’s my favorite? Is she anyone’s?” I promise you those words cut through Merula like a knife - because there was a lot of truth to them. Every time that MC or one of their peers told Merula how horrible she was. Every time someone chose MC over her. All of that insecurity upended with just a few simple words. But it’s so much worse than that. This is worse than Tulip’s betrayal, not just on the scale, not just because it happened a second time...but because this is a mother figure, something Merula desperately wanted and needed. For the second time in her life, she’s losing that...and being made to feel responsible for it. After all, shouldn’t she have “known better” than to let her walls down? Didn’t she know better than to show weakness? Vulnerability? Rakepick is reinforcing all the wrong lessons with this betrayal. She is setting Merula back countless steps. Anyone would regress after this and Merula was in such a fragile state of development. She was making baby steps to being a better person. But then all of good that came out of this weird family unit was washed away. Merula had the rug pulled out from  under her once again, and there’s nothing she hates and fears more than being in that position. 

Why do you think she becomes so desperate to have revenge when all is said and done? What else does Merula have at this point? What else can she latch onto, what else can she default to? Just like when she lost her parents, and was spiraling...she needed something. A purpose. So she wouldn’t go mad. So she wouldn’t have to properly confront all of his trauma. Make no mistake, Merula is not in touch with how she’s really feeling right now. She’s displacing it, putting it in a box and sticking with what she knows. Anger. Domination. Power. These are the only ways that she knows how to navigate the world. If you can’t do that, you fail, and it’s your own fault. That’s what she believes, and after what Rakepick put her through, why wouldn’t she? Merula doesn’t want revenge. She feels like she needs it. Rakepick “defeated” her, and that sits in her heart, tied to the betrayal. She thinks if she can kill Rakepick, she can put all this behind her. But of course she can’t, of course that’s not how it works. Even if Merula was powerful enough to finish off Rakepick, and even if she wasn’t investigated for it, it wouldn’t make her happy. She would just feel empty. And I think she knows that too, on some level. But she can’t admit it to herself. She’s regressed, and the lack of self-awareness is almost heart-breaking. She’s latched onto Jacob in the same way that she did Rakepick. Rejected any affection with Jacob’s Sibling as well, probably because she associates them with Rakepick, emotionally. That positive bond was part of the whole “apprentice” team, that Rakepick founded. What’s more, she’s learned her lesson about being vulnerable with people. What if the next person to betray Merula, is MC? After what happened, how does she know that they won’t be? Better not to risk it. 

You might notice two phrases that I’ve been using a lot. “She would never admit it to herself.” and “She defaulted to-” Because that’s kind of Merula’s whole deal. She has a pathological aversion to looking vulnerable, which she’s unable to reconcile with the reality that we can’t always avoid that. She’s in denial. She also associates cruelty with strength. She associates empathy and kindness with being “weak.” This is why she tries so hard to be a bully. She’s trying to be dominant. It’s what she defaults to, as I’ve said. But she’s only human. Let’s be honest, she’s not cold-hearted or emotionless. She isn’t sadistic. She ‘s a wounded child, who has shown time and again that she has feelings - she definitely felt something for characters like Tulip, Rakepick, and MC. But to admit that is to admit vulnerability. To apologize for anything she’s done, however sorry she might actually be, to admit she’s wrong -about anything - is to admit vulnerability Merula just can’t do that. Everything she’s ever learned...from her parents. From Tulip. From Rakepick. 

[eury-dice3]

Real life Marauders

There are 4 boys who are in my grade who are best friends who remind me of the marauders. Each of their personalities match up almost perfectly, and since I haven’t seen them in a while I thought I’d write down some stories about them. Here’s a little introduction to each of the un official marauders:

James Potter: the one I’m probably closest to. He is so unbelievably dumb, but also kind of smart?? He’s so funny and he doesn’t even realize it, and sometimes he just goes on and on and you just can tell that the others just aren’t listening because “oh, it’s James.” He’s in my English and Math class

Sirius Black: extremely good looking, with long dark hair. Don’t know much about him, other than the fact that he’s best friends with James, Remus, and Peter. He has more common sense than James but still is immature. Flirts with me and [Marlene] in math.

Remus Lupin: The one I know the least, but have the most classes with. We have English, History, Science, and Math together, and seeing him with different members of the marauders is very funny. He’s rather quiet and super smart, but once he’s sitting with his friends his filter comes off. Overall very sweet.

Peter Pettigrew: In my LA class. Super sweet and really funny, and very close to the other boys. He’s pretty clever and fun to sit with, but mostly follows James’ lead. Very nice.

And now here are some stories that I have:

Math:

- The first encounter I had with James and Sirius was when they sat at a table with my good friend who I recognize as Marlene. I was talking to her, when all of a sudden James asked me “do you have a spare binder? I messed mine up” and showed me his completely destroyed binder. Conveniently I did so I gave it to him. The first thing he did was put his hand behind the plastic cover and poke holes through it with his pencil.

- Whenever we had group work time in math, Remus and I would pull up extra desks and sit with James, Sirius, and Marlene. We wouldn’t do any work.

- before a math test, James made up some stupid analogy about alligators to help him remember something??

- during the same test, the teacher walked out of the room, and the events were as followed: Marlene didn’t know what she was doing so Sirius took her test and was looking at it. James and I were trying to figure out wtf was going on and we were equally as lost, so I began to cheat off of him. When the teacher walked back in, Sirius threw Marlene’s paper back at her and it was so hard not to laugh. We didn’t get caught. When we got the tests back, I got a 97%, and James got a 63%. He almost got us caught when he said to me, “but you cheated off of me??!!”

- James was copying my math notes because he had missed a day. Sirius, who often messed with James paper (ex: ripping holes in his paper with his pencil, scribbling on it, etc), squirted chocolate milk all over my notes. When he realized it was mine, he wouldn’t stop apologizing.

- I let James and Sirius copy my stuff just so long as they let me explain it to them so they can do it on their own.

- James and I were arguing about what colors each subject was (English is RED!!! And math is BLUE). Sirius was genuinely confused that subjects had colors??? And the argument got really heated until Remus pointed out James was colorblind so obviously he was wrong >:(

- Sirius tries to coach James with his math work, but gets frustrated super fast with him, so I have to be the one to do it.

- Since no one else was doing their work other than Remus and I, I turned to him and asked whag he got for one of them to see if I did it right, and he ignored me. He later apologized because he thought I was just trying to copy him like James and Sirius always do.

- James did something loud and disruptive in the middle of a lesson, then blamed it on Remus. Remus mouthed “ill kill you” over and over to James. It took everything we had to stop Marlene and I from bursting out laughing.

- James likes to show me Bigfoot videos

- when our desks are put in rows for tests, when they all walk in, they all sprint to get any seat other than the front. James usually ends up sitting front row, which means that whoever’s behind him will tickle him.

- James got a text from a random number who was claiming to be some woman. We were joking and said it was sex trafficking, and Sirius said “who’d want James??” And Remus said “Id sex traffic James.”

- our teacher lets us sit together but we have to sit right in front of his desk :(

- whenever Marlene and I get in trouble for talking, we always get fake disappointed looks from Sirius and ESPECIALLY James.

English:

- I sat at a table for a while with James, Remus, and Peter. And what. A. Time.

- we were pretty rowdy all the time and never got our work done, but since I was the teachers favorite I never got in trouble.

- our teacher would get angry at our whole group and yell at us, then just apologize to me later, which drove James absolutely crazy.

- I catch James staring at me and giving me funny looks often in class, so when I ask what he wants he just waves his hands and looks away like he did nothing wrong.

- Peter is very sweet on the outside but that boy can talk some SH!T!!! Our English teacher is insane so whenever she isn’t looking he would make fun of her

- they spent an entire class period trying to touch their thumbs to their wrists (none of them could) and when I showed them I could, they all lost it. I didn’t think it was that strange??

- we have to write down what we’re greatful for at the beginning of every class, and I always ask James what to write. He gets this far off look in his eyes and always gives me something dumb like “tin foil” or “white crayons.” I always take his suggestion.

-one time James wrote down “substitute teachers” and shared it to the class one day, and got in trouble for it. He got a detention for “insulting a teacher.”

- Remus and I tell James and Peter all of the answers to questions because they never read the assigned books.

- I’m pretty sure James doesn’t know how to read??

- I’m kidding (maybe?)

-Remus and I get into arguments with our English teacher because she doesn’t know anything??? Any time she says anything factually incorrect (which is a lot) we both immediately give eachother a look and raise our hands.

- The three of them were blasting some music out of their earbuds during work time. Our teacher asked what was happening, and James said “Rap music. It helps with learning Shakespeare, did you know? It’s like Mozart and classical music, but there’s actually really cool studies about it you should look up.” Thats bs.

- we had a timed writing and Remus and I took turns getting eachother extra pages. James and Peter were horrified when we were on our 4th and 5th pages and they were still outlining.

- James snaps his fingers when he’s trying to remember something

- we had to perform Shakespeare scenes in groups, and I can not remember why they did this?? But Remus ended up spitting water all over Peter in front of the class.

- we were reading life of pi, and I overheard James say “You know at the end of naked and afraid how they give the survival ratings? Pi would be an 8.4 at LEAST” and the other two completely ignored him. I thought it was funny.

- Marlene was doing Valengrams, and she came outside of our classroom and tried to wave to me. I didn’t see, but James did, and overly enthusiastically waved back, which caused the teacher to yell at him.

- overheard peter say “You ever seen penguins of Madagascar? how did that make sense?” And James enthusiastically agreed.

- Remus gives them snacks

Extra:

- James pushes me in the hallway just because he’s taller than me >:(

- James also likes to show off. We were walking to the library when he started bragging about how he could touch the ceiling (since they’re super high up), so I told him to prove it. He could, but he ended up breaking one of the ceiling tiles. We ran.

- While Remus’ legs are the longest, Sirius and James get insecure about it and spread their legs as far as they can. Sitting across from them is a nightmare because their legs are always in ur personal space.

- where there are marauders, there’s a Snape. Marlene and I have a group chat with him in it and other people, but we also have one without him. One day, while we’re all standing there, Marlene texts the wrong group chat (with him in it) “[SEVERUS] JUST FARTED. IT WAS WET. I HEARD IT.”

- she felt bad for a moment, but when I told her she should probably apologize, she said “why? he did.”

- I have to ask Remus for help in science sometimes and he’s always eager to help.

- we had an online discussion in English, and Peter spoke once, Remus asked a few good questions, and James didn’t even show up.

- I miss them all dearly bc school is cancelled because of COVID :(

[maximoff-pan]

Hi! Can I have kiss prompt 52 with Remus please? Thank you!

Prompt:

52. Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Character: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1.4 k (phew, much longer than part one...)

A/n: Man, so tumblr deleted the original ask, (pretty fucked up if you ask me lol)..so this has been rewritten and is probably so shitty, but I tried my best.... a n d despite that, I hope you still like part two! (Most of this takes place in the Gryffindor common room, so if you’re a Gryffindor...you’re in the clear, but if you’re not, just imagine that you snuck in like the rule breaking rebel we all know you are 😉)

You can find part one: here

The warmth from the common room fire illuminates your skin, emphasizing the already heated embrace that you and Remus find yourselves in. Lately, you can’t seem to keep your hands off each other, no matter how hard you try, and you do try...really!

The room is empty, everyone off in the hall eating dinner. (Thank Merlin for that) and all that can be heard is your breaths overlapping with Remus’, quick yet steady.

Is this risky? Of course it is. Are you afraid your brother could walk in at any moment? Of course you are. Do you realize how bad an idea this is? Yes, very much yes...But Remus is just too....irresistible...

It’s peaceful, almost sort of monotonous the way you move with each other, like it’s a routine engraved into your memories. Or maybe it’s like you’re simply trying to remember every piece of each other, fighting to never forget this moment....What everything is like right now. Before your brother has to find out and everything has to change.

It’s calm until you hear a voice exclaim. “Holy fuck!” And immediately, Remus flies off of your body.

“Holy shit! Holy fuck!” It’s James, loud and clear. And the look on his face is one you desperately want to forget.

“James—” Remus tries to interrupt, as you’re not able to find your voice.

James is scattered, all over the place, in a craze. “You!” he lifts his arm and points in your direction dramatically, “and you!” He shifts his gaze to Remus. “You-you’re shagging each other?”

“No!” Both you and Remus shout at the same time. “I mean, not really.” You finish.

“Not yet.” Remus replies with a slight smirk. Despite just being caught, he doesn’t feel that scared. This is James...he’d never betray your secret to Sirius. Or would he?

“Look James.” You’re both standing now in front of him, an urgency in your voice. “You can’t tell Sirius.”

James gives you both a once over, his eyes widening with recognition. “Sirius.” He whispers. “Oh fuck! Sirius.”

James is pacing now, nearly in a panic, and Remus doesn’t know what to do. If you’re being truthful, neither do you. You’ve never seen James like this. He’s always so confident and suave, always quick on his feet....But now? Now he looks so utterly conflicted. No matter what he does, he’s betraying one of his best friends.

“You can’t expect me to keep this from him.” He pleads. “You can’t.”

Your eyes portray a pleading look of your own, desperate to convince him not to say anything. But by the time you go to open your mouth, it’s already too late. You don’t get the chance to respond, before the one person you were afraid of walking through the entrance to the common room, walks right through.

“Keep what from who?” Sirius’ voice breaks through James’ panic. “Shit Prongs. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-” James is frozen, eyes panically fleeting from Remus, to Sirius, to you.

You can see the fear written on James’ features, and you desperately shout the one thing you can think to completly distract Sirius from James’ lack of response. “I’m pregnant!” Shit, this is not a good idea....this could go horribly wrong.

“What?” Sirius’ bellows in shock. Remus’ jaw simply hangs open (even though he knows that’s not a possibility, it still surprises him)...

In hindsight, shouting you’re pregnant to distract your brother from his floundering best friend, in order to hide your relationship with his other best friend, probably wasn’t the best thing to say. It only raises more questions and causes more trouble...but you can’t just unsay it now.

“You’re what?” Sirius asks again.

Your eyes flick over to Remus for a brief second before you look back at your brother. “Pregnant?” You nearly question yourself, shrugging sheepishly.

“Our parents are going to kill me!” He frantically runs a hand through his hair.

Even though this isn’t the time, you’re almost (almost) having fun with taunting him. “You? I’m the one who’s pregnant!”

Remus shoots you a look that says ‘you sly bitch’ knowing full well it’s a lie, and James? Well James doesn’t know what to believe anymore.

“Oh Merlin.” Sirius breathes. “Who’s the father?”

You let out a giggle, hardly able to control yourself now. “You think this is funny?” Sirius yells.

Remus nearly lets out a laugh himself, hardly afraid of how Sirius will react to your relationship after you’ve pulled this stunt. “(Y/n). I think we should just tell him.”

Sirius visibly pales. “Oh dear Merlin. Please tell me you’re not the father Moony.”

“Not exactly.” Remus replies.

“Not exactly?” Sirius’ eyes are the size of dinner plates. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

James finally clues in to what you’ve been playing at and lets out a sigh of relief paired with a genuine smirk. “It means that (Y/n)’s not pregnant.”

Sirius rapidly turns to James, and then to you, searching for affirmation. “You’re not?”

You shake your head, confirming James’ statement. “I’m not.”

“You’re not!” Sirius cries in relief, wrapping you in an overly dramatic hug. He pulls back quite suddenly, still confused. “Wait, then what was this all about?”

Before you can answer, James smugly beats you to it. “(Y/n) didn’t want you to know that she’s been snogging ‘ole Moony over here.” He gestures to the two of you. “Caught them going at it just before you got here. Honestly thought they might have had sex on the couch if I hadn’t caught them.”

“You’re fucking serious?” The bewildered look on Sirius’ face is slightly intimidating. “You were trying so hard to hide your relationship from me that you genuinely thought telling me you were pregnant was less mortifying?”

You ponder his question for a moment. At least he doesn’t seem mad. “Less mortifying? No.” You respond truthfully. “Less terrifying? Yes.”

“For the two smartest people I know,” Sirius starts, “you’re much dumber than I thought.”

James mimics the pout of a child. “I thought I was the smartest person you know.”

All of you turn to him, letting out boisterous laughs. “Definitely not.” Sirius says.

“I figured as much.” James jokes. “Honestly though,” he shifts his gaze to Remus, who has now wrapped himself around you lovingly, “I’m just surprised you were able to keep your relationship a secret for so long. And I’m even more surprised that Sirius is taking this so well.”

Remus tilts his head in confusion. “James is right.” In the background James confidently coughs something along the lines ‘I always am’ before Remus can continue, causing you to let out a light hearted chuckle. “Why are you taking this so well?”

Your brother simply hums, a devious look in his eyes. He knows something you don’t....and that scares you. (He never knows something you don’t...never).

“Mate,” Sirius states matter-of-factly, the words dying to leave his lips. “I’ve known for three months.” He taps Remus on the shoulder playfully and shoots him a wink. “Just an FYI, you’re terrible at keeping secrets.”

Sirius shifts his gaze to you, pointing a finger in your direction. “And you,” he states, “are a terrible fucking liar.”

With that, Sirius beckons James towards him as he makes his way out the corridor, and up the stairs leading to his dormitory, leaving you and Remus standing there, alone. And in denial...

This time it’s your turn to flounder, mouths hanging open in shock. When had he figured it out? More importantly how had he figured it out? And why was he so cool with it? That last question is really just out of surprise....you’re honestly over joyed that he took it so well. You wouldn’t have known what to do if he hadn’t. But still, his reaction is more than shocking. It’s uncharacteristically not Sirius...not that you’re going to complain.

After of few tense moments, Remus is the first to recover, turning to you with a wild grin. “Guess that means we can make out whenever we want now.”

You send him back an equally cheeky grin, recovering nicely along with him. “Want to test out that theory Mr. Lupin?”

“More than ever.” And just like you’d started this night, you’re back exactly where you belong: the fire beautifully illuminating your features as you’re wrapped in Remus’ warm embrace. Nothing could be better than this.