#marauder fanfic

[novella-b]

you know ai is taking over our planet as we speak and we all feel this impending sense of doom?

yeah so what if i wrote an au where artificial super-intelligence goes rogue, it’s extremely devastating for our environment so there’s disease outbreaks and the world is looking scarce. remus is a lone survivor, hunting the dying animal populations in what’s left of the woods. UNTIL he stumbles upon a beautiful man with curly raven-hair that will do anything in his power to protect his little brother.

WHAT IF

[dovahtobi]

Surprise chapter!!!

Four To The End Book Three Chapter One-Twenty-Five Probably-Possibly is now out!!

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Been writing loads guys I am within two or three chapters of finishing writing the third year!

[moonymoodz]

Damnatio Memoriæ

The one with the Last Ride Pt.2

Pairing : Sirius Black x Fem!OriginalCharacter.

Wordcount: 5.2k

Genre : Angst, you know the deal.

Context : School’s out, for good. Nothing in their way, only the gang’s very last ride aboard the Hogwarts Express takes an unexpected turn.

Disclaimer : I’m not a native English Speaker so there might be some mistakes. Tough shit.

Previous Part

Masterlist

The train lurched again, harder this time, throwing Sirius sideways into the wall. His hand shot out instinctively, grabbing Cordelia by the arm before she could stumble. Glass crunched beneath their feet as the four of them staggered into the corridor.

The sound of screams hit them immediately—high-pitched, panicked cries from somewhere farther down the train. The lights flickered overhead.

“Stay close,” Sirius muttered, his grip on Cordelia’s wrist like iron. She didn’t flinch, her face pale but resolute.

James and Lily scrambled out behind them, wands already in hand. The door to the next compartment burst open, and Marlene, Dorcas, and Peter spilled out, their faces streaked with sweat and soot.

“What the hell is going on?” Marlene demanded as she adjusted her grip on her wand.

“Death Eaters,” Remus spoke. His wand was drawn, his face set grimly. “A bunch of them, I think. Toward the front. People are freaking out.”

Peter’s face blanched. “What—why? What’s the point of attacking a train full of students?”

“Right,” Sirius sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Because Death Eaters are known for their brilliant logic. Very sharp observation, Pete.”

“Shut it, Sirius,” Lily snapped, her sharp tone silencing him before he could add more. “We need a plan.”

« What we need, » James said, stepping forward, his voice calm but urgent, «is to get everyone off. »

“Off the train?” Marlene echoed, incredulous. “How, exactly? You want to shove a hundred kids out the windows one by one?”

“No,” James rolled his eyes, already striding toward the nearest exit. “The doors, dummy.” He yanked the emergency handle, throwing it open, and immediately stumbled back as the roar of the wind and the blur of the countryside slammed into them.

The train was still at full speed.

“That’s not happening,” Lily said sharply, slamming the door shut again.

“We could fly,” Peter suggested weakly, gripping the edge of the wall to steady himself.

“All the brooms are in storage,” Sirius snapped, his voice rising with frustration. “And last I checked, none of us can fly bare-arsed.”

“Disapparate, then?” James suggested

“Do you have a death wish?” Dorcas barked. “You had to re-take your test 6 times and now you want to try apparating out of a moving train? There’s a brilliant idea, Potter.”

“Besides,” Lily added, her voice tight, “there aren’t nearly enough of us licensed to get everyone off to safety.”

“I’m going to the driver’s cabin,” Marlene suddenly declared, her voice cutting through the noise. Her wand was already raised, her tone resolute. “We stop the train; we stop the chaos.”

“Are you mental?” Dorcas grabbed her arm, her eyes wide. “You can’t go alone.”

“Well, I’m not staying—”

“I’ll go with her,” Remus interrupted. His gaze lingered on Dorcas briefly, as if asking her to trust him.

Dorcas hesitated, her grip tightening on Marlene’s arm. When she finally spoke, her voice dropped to something softer, steadier. “Be careful?”

Marlene smirked faintly, “Aren’t I always?”

They watched as Remus and Marlene quickly disappeared into the dark corridor, their footsteps swallowed by the growing chaos.

Lily turned back to the group, her wand still gripped tightly. “If they can’t stop the train, we need another way to get these kids off.”

“I’m all out of ideas,” James sighed.

A couple of breathless Hufflepuffs ran past them, telling them to hide or run for their lives.

“Oh, boy..” Peter shuddered nervously to himself.

“What about Portkeys?” Lily finally asked.

They all turned to look at Dorcas.

The girl let out a bitter laugh, pushing hair out of her face as the train jolted again, nearly knocking her into the wall. She was the only one in the group who had managed to create a half-decent Portkey during her Charms NEWTs exam. Emphasis on half. “You want me to whip up a Portkey here? Best case, we land in the middle of the Atlantic. Worst case—”

“What other option do we have?” Lily interrupted, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Besides,” she continued, as the crack of spells started ringing down the corridor, “better lost at sea than dead, right?”

“Fantastic morale boost, Evans,” Sirius muttered under his breath.

A loud crash echoed from farther ahead, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

“You know,” James gulped, his voice suddenly pitched higher than usual, “I have been meaning to work on my backstroke, anyway.

Peter let out a nervous laugh. “Same here. Always fancied myself a swimmer.”

Dorcas’s glare snapped to the both of them. “I don’t even remember the proper process,” she said, throwing her hands in the air.

“Just get it from your textbook,” Sirius suggested, though his voice wavered like he already regretted saying it.

Dorcas turned on him, her frustration spilling out. “And why on earth would I have my bloody textbook, Sirius? It’s in storage. With the rest of my luggage!”

“Wait,” James said suddenly, his face lighting up like he’d just solved one of Flitwick’s riddles. “No, it’s not. It’s in your bag.”

“It most definitely is not,” Dorcas hissed.

“Yes, it is,” James insisted, already moving toward the compartment. “I saw it earlier.”

“I think I’d know what I did and didn’t pack this morning, Potter!” Dorcas snapped, hearing as he rifled through the compartment.

There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by the rattling of the train and James muttering, “It was here, I swear—aha!”

He stumbled back out, triumphant, holding a charm book aloft like he’d discovered the Holy Grail. “See?” he said, his grin wide as he shoved it into her hands.

Dorcas stared at the object, her expression unreadable for a long moment. She looked genuinely confused. Then, her eyes narrowed dangerously. “What were you doing earlier going through my bag, you pervert?” She gasped, her eyes widening and nostrils flaring, “you’re the one who stole my chocolate, aren’t you?”

“Is this really the time for this?” James fired back, though the blush creeping up his ears betrayed him.

“Merlin, help me,” Dorcas’s jaw tightened as she flipped the book open. “Fine. But if we end up in a volcano, I’m haunting the lot of you.” She grabbed her bag from James and started shoving random objects into it—a comb, a snapped quill, a Chocolate Frog wrapper. “I’ll need somewhere quiet to work. Out of the way.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Sirius snickered.

The train rattled again, the lights flickering dangerously overhead. For a moment, no one spoke.

“The back of the train.”

All eyes turned to Cordelia.

It was the first time she’d spoken since the commotion had begun. Her voice was calm, even as her knuckles whitened against the edge of the wall.

“What?” Sirius asked, frowning.

Cordelia’s expression didn’t waver. “The very last car. It’s protected. Get the students there, use the Portkeys to take off out when y-we’re ready.”

“What do you mean, protected?” James asked, clearly confused.

“I—I must’ve read it somewhere,” Cordelia stammered. Her voice faltered for only a moment, but Sirius’s narrowed gaze lingered on her.

Before he could press her further, James clapped his hands together, his jaw set. “Alright, Moony and Marlene stop the train. Students to the back. Dorcas gets the Portkeys working. Piece of cake,” he said, though it was clear he was trying to convince himself.

“B-but—what do we do in the meantime?” Peter asked, his voice trembling as another crash echoed through the train.

Sirius’s grip on his wand tightened, his knuckles white. His voice was low, grim. “I think that’s obvious, Wormtail.”

Lily raised her wand, her chin lifting defiantly as her gaze swept over the group. Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

“We fight.”

—

As though on cue, a Ravenclaw third-year stumbled into view, his robes torn and streaked with soot, eyes wide with fear. His voice broke as he gasped, “They’re coming—they’re coming down the train!”

For a moment, no one moved.

Sirius was the first to react, shoving past the boy into the corridor, his wand already raised.

“Get to the back,” he snapped over his shoulder, not looking back. His voice was sharp, cutting through the din like a crack of thunder. “And tell everyone else to go there too. Now!”

The boy nodded frantically, his breath hitching as he stumbled down the corridor, half-running, half-falling.

Dorcas moved next, stepping forward with purpose. « I’ll help him and get cracking on the portkeys, » she said briskly, already turning to follow.

« Good, » Sirius muttered, his focus snapping back to the corridor ahead.

Behind him, Cordelia was close—closer than he realized until he felt the faint brush of her sleeve against his arm. Her wand was clutched tightly in her hand, her face ashen but set with determination.

Sirius turned to her, his jaw tightening. “You go with Dorcas,” he said, his voice firm but strained.

She shook her head, « Sirius—”

“Cord,” he interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended. His gaze softened, but his resolve didn’t waver. “You’re clearly not well. You can’t—”

« I said no. »

Her voice was steady, almost startling in its strength. She straightened, her grip on her wand steadying as she met his gaze. “I have to be there,” she murmured, though the words seemed more for herself than for him.

His chest tightened painfully, his breath catching in his throat. Why? The question burned on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. He didn’t want the answer. Not now.

Instead, he searched her face, as if looking for something—an excuse, a reason, a crack in her resolve. But he knew better than to argue with her when she looked at him like that. She’d already made up her mind.

Sirius cursed under his breath, his resolve crumbling like ash. “Alright then,” he said finally, He stepped closer, his hand brushing up her arm. « Stay close to me, » he murmured, « At all times. Do you hear me? »

Her eyes softened—just for a moment, just enough to break him—and she nodded.

Sirius didn’t stop there. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. It wasn’t rushed or distracted—it lingered, a brief pause in the chaos, a silent promise that neither of them dared put into words.

When he pulled back, his gaze lingered on hers for a moment longer than it should have, as if trying to memorize her face.

« I mean it, » he whispered as he pulled back. « Don’t leave my sight. »

Sirius turned to see James and Lily holding hands, Peter standing awkwardly to the side. “Let’s go,” he declared finally, his tone hardening again as he turned back toward the corridor.

—

They decisively stepped towards chaos ahead.

Smoke billowed through the shattered windows, mixing with the flicker of malfunctioning lights overhead. The air tasted like soot and magic, and the metallic groan of the train’s frame shuddering under the strain was punctuated by the sharp crack of spells ricocheting off the walls.

Students flooded the corridor, tripping over one another as they scrambled toward the back, some clutching younger classmates, others crying or screaming for friends.

“Keep moving!” Lily’s voice rang out, sharp and authoritative. Her wand was raised, and with a quick flick, she conjured a glowing barrier between a group of terrified first-years and an oncoming spell that scorched the wall behind them. “Get to the back—now!”

Peter was already crouched beside a Hufflepuff fourth-year, helping the boy to his feet. “Come on, come on,” he urged, his voice shaky but persistent. He half-carried the boy down the corridor, glancing nervously over his shoulder as another explosion rocked the train.

Sirius’s heart pounded in his chest as he cast a Stunning Spell at a masked figure darting through the smoke. The Death Eater crumpled, and Sirius didn’t hesitate, spinning to aim another curse down the corridor. James was at his side, moving like they’d rehearsed it a hundred times.

“On your left!” James shouted, and Sirius turned just in time to deflect a curse aimed at his shoulder.

“Nice one, James,” Sirius called, grinning despite the chaos.

“Don’t get used to it,” James shot back, firing off a hex that sent another Death Eater staggering back into the smoke.

Sirius almost felt a pang of guilt as he realised he was almost enjoying the moment. The thrill of it all. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been eager to join. Take part in the fight. It felt right.

Sirius’s grin faltered when his gaze flicked to Cordelia. She was standing several feet away, her wand raised but her movements hesitant. She stood there, pale and frozen, her dark eyes wide as they darted around the corridor.

Sirius’s stomach twisted. She knew how to fight. Hell, she was better than most of them. He’d seen her prowess in duels, and had been on the receiving end more than he cared to admit.

But now—amid the chaos, she looked—lost.

“Cord!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the din. “Get behind me—quick!”

Her head snapped toward him but she stayed still.

Before Sirius could reach her, another blast shook the train, throwing him against the wall.

“Damnit!” Marlene’s voice rang out above the chaos as she and Remus stumbled into the corridor, both of them looking like they’d just walked through hell. Marlene’s hair was wild, her robes torn at the sleeve and splattered with something dark. Remus was limping, his wand raised defensively as sparks flew from his free hand.

“The driver’s cabin’s a no-go!” Remus shouted, his voice hoarse. “The front cars are crawling with Death Eaters—we couldn’t even get close.”

Marlene staggered to Sirius’s side, breathing heavily. “Your cousin says hi, by the way,” she muttered darkly, her lip curling as she wiped blood from a cut on her forehead.

Sirius’s heart sank. “Bella?”

“Who else?” Marlene hissed. That cunt is having the time of her life up there.”

Remus turned to Lily, panic flashing briefly in his eyes. “If we can’t stop the train, we need another plan. Fast.”

Lily nodded sharply, her mind clearly racing. “Dorcas is working on Portkeys, but we have to buy her time. We hold them off here.”

“Fantastic,” Sirius muttered, deflecting another curse aimed too close to Cordelia. “We’re bloody outnumbered, and they’ve got—”

Marlene darted toward them, dodging spells as she rummaged through her robes. “Guess it’s a good time to try these, huh?” she said, pulling something out.

It was one of the trick bombs Cordelia had brought into the compartment earlier. A green one.

« Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, » James said, his voice half-exasperated, half-incredulous.

« McKinnon, » Sirius’s eyes widened. « You sneaky little thief! »

“You’re welcome!” Marlene shot back, yanking the pin and lobbing a yellow ball toward the advancing Death Eaters.

It hit the ground with a loud crack, releasing a blinding flash of light and an explosion of vivid, sparkling smoke. The Death Eaters reeled back, disoriented, coughing as the smoke filled the corridor.

“Brilliant,” Sirius muttered under his breath, sparing a glance at Cordelia, who was still standing stiffly, her wand clutched to her chest.

But the relief was short-lived. A Death Eater emerged from the smoke, their mask gleaming in the flickering light. Their wand was raised, and their spell shot straight toward Sirius—

“Protego!”

The shield appeared between him and the curse just in time. Sirius blinked, his gaze snapping to Cordelia. Her wand was still raised, her face pale but set.

“Thanks,” he managed after a beat, his voice strained.

She didn’t reply. She didn’t meet his eyes.

“Wait, no!” Remus’s panicked shout cut through the chaos, his voice sharp enough to snap their heads in his direction. “Not that colour—don’t use the Magenta one!”

Marlene froze for a fraction of a second, the small magenta bomb already in her hand.

“What the bloody hell’s wrong with Magenta?” she snapped, glaring at him.

But it was too late. The fuse hissed ominously as the little ball ignited in her hand.

“Just throw it out!” Sirius bellowed, his voice cracking with urgency.

“Merlin’s pants,” James groaned, shuddering as he threw himself and Lily against the wall. “Everybody take cover!”

Marlene hurled the bomb forward, her arm snapping in one smooth arc. The small, innocent-looking sphere sailed through the smoke-filled corridor and hit the jagged frame of a shattered window.

For a breathless moment, nothing happened.

And then—

The purple bomb detonated with a deafening crack, a blinding flash of light tearing through the train car. The entire side of the train was ripped open, the metallic walls curling outward like paper. Shards of glass and metal rained down, slicing through the air as the floor beneath them quaked violently.

“Shit!” Sirius shouted, his arm shooting up to shield himself and Cordelia as the wind screamed through the jagged opening. It tore at their robes, the sound hollow and relentless, like a beast unleashed.

The train was crossing an aqueduct now, the gaping hole exposing nothing but an expanse of dizzying sky and the endless void below.

“Godric, no!” Lily’s voice suddenly rang out, sharp and terrified, cutting through the roar of the wind.

Sirius turned, his stomach plummeting at the sight before him: a boy—maybe a fourth-year—was flailing, his arms pinwheeling as a Death Eater shoved him toward the edge of the jagged opening. His scream was swallowed by the wind as his body tipped into the void.

“Arresto Momentum!” Lily’s voice slashed through the chaos, her wand carving a sharp arc in the air. The boy’s descent slowed immediately, his body floating just inches from the abyss. She yanked him back to safety with a flick of her wrist, her face pale but resolute.

Sirius barely had time to catch his breath before Marlene moved.

Even wandless, the girl surged forward without hesitation, her boots pounding against the trembling floor. With a feral shriek, she slammed into the Death Eater responsible, her foot driving into their chest with brutal force.

Sirius’s jaw dropped. He’d heard Marlene brag countless times about her black belt—whatever that meant—in Krav Maga. Some Muggle fighting nonsense he’d never paid attention to—but now he understood.

The Death Eater staggered backward, their balance teetering precariously near the edge of the hole. Marlene’s grip was unrelenting, even as her hair whipped back and forth in the wind. With one furious kick to their chest, she sent the masked figure tumbling through the opening, their scream disappearing into the howling void below.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius muttered under his breath, his voice caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

Marlene stumbled back, panting heavily, hands braced on her knees.

“Remind me never to piss you off,” Sirius said faintly, still staring at the hole where the Death Eater had vanished into the night.

She didn’t answer. Her breathing was shallow but her eyes burned with defiance.

For a fleeting moment, the corridor was eerily still. The sharp wind howled through the jagged hole in the train’s side, carrying the distant hum of retreating footsteps as the remaining Death Eaters disappeared into the smoke.

Sirius lowered his wand, his pulse hammering in his ears. The silence felt fragile, too thin to last. He turned to check on Cordelia—

Only to find the space behind him empty.

His heart stopped.

She wasn’t there.

Sirius spun on his heel, his chest tightening as he scanned the corridor. Students were crouched beneath benches, some trembling, others clutching one another in fear. Lily was helping a dazed second-year to her feet, James’s hand steadying her elbow. Remus was at the far end of the car, half-carrying a bleeding Ravenclaw toward the safety of the back.

But Cordelia was nowhere to be seen.

Sirius called out her name as he pushed past Marlene.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she followed his frantic movements.

“She’s—,” Sirius bit out, his eyes darting frantically through the haze of smoke and flickering light. “She’s gone. She was just here—right here.”

Lily looked up sharply, her hand freezing mid-spell. “What do you mean, gone?”

“I mean she’s not bloody here!” Sirius snapped, his voice louder, harsher than he intended. He didn’t wait for a reply, shoving his way down the corridor toward the shattered opening in the train.

“She must’ve gone to help someone,” James offered, though the doubt in his voice was clear. He jogged after Sirius, his wand gripped tightly in his hand. “maybe she carried some kid to the back?”

But Sirius already felt himself spiraling.

“Don’t panic,” Lily said, catching up to them, her voice steady despite the crackling tension in the air. “We’ll find her.”

“I’m not panicking!” Sirius snapped, his knuckles turned white around his wand as he slammed open the door of each compartment he walked past.

“Mate,” James said gently, his hand catching Sirius’s shoulder to stop him. “She’s probably—”

“Don’t tell me she’s probably fine!” Sirius shoved James’s hand off, his breath coming quicker now. He turned back toward the empty corridor, his mind racing. «Shit—fuck—«  he cursed, kicking a pile of abandoned bags, « I told her not to fucking—fuck! »

What if—

The train jolted violently, throwing them all off balance. Sirius caught himself on the wall, his stomach flipping as he heard a muffled scream from somewhere farther up the train.

Sirius was moving before the sound had fully registered.

“Pads!” James shouted after him, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He pushed past crumpled bags, shattered glass, and a group of students huddling together in tears. The sharp edge of the wind stung his face as he stormed down the corridor.

“Cord!” he called again, his voice echoing down the empty space. The train groaned beneath him, the uneven rhythm of the wheels on the track punctuating his rising panic.

He didn’t notice James catching up until his friend grabbed his arm, yanking him back.

“Stop—just stop for a second!” James’s voice was urgent, his grip firm. “Think. If she’s not with us, she must’ve gone to help Dorcas and the others. »

“She wouldn’t leave,” Sirius hissed through clenched teeth, his chest heaving as his thoughts spiraled faster than he could control. His vision swam, dark spots creeping in at the edges. His legs felt like they could give out at any moment, and the faint sting in his side sharpened into something deeper. Blood. He was bleeding, though he didn’t know where. But he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.

“Not like this,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the remaining chaos. “Not without telling me—”

“Wait, pads!” James’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent.

Sirius turned, his breath catching as James pointed to the floor ahead.

Something in the darkness of the corridor.

A flicker of light.

It was so small he might’ve missed it—a faint glow in the middle of the corridor, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.

Magenta.

« Fuck, » Sirius whispered, his eyes widening as the realization hit him.

“Don’t!” James shouted, his voice rising in panic. “Sirius, stop!”

But Sirius didn’t think. He ran.

The world blurred around him as he surged forward, his boots pounding against the trembling floor. He didn’t breathe, didn’t blink. His heart thundered in his chest as he leapt over the small glowing sphere, his mind screaming at him to keep moving.

He hit the ground hard, his knees buckling as he stumbled forward—

And then he heard it.

A faint click.

Before he could even register the sound, the explosion detonated behind him with a deafening roar.

The force of the blast hit him like a tidal wave, hurling him forward. The corridor became a blur of smoke and shrapnel, the wind howling like a banshee as he was thrown violently down the train.

He didn’t feel the landing—just the jarring crunch of his body colliding with the floor, the edges of his vision fading to black as he skidded to a halt.

For a moment—thirty seconds, maybe more—there was nothing. No sound, no pain, no thought. Just a heavy, suffocating void.

And then, like a cruel jolt back to reality, his ears began to ring.

The sound was piercing, sharp enough to make him wince as he blinked, disoriented. His vision was blurred, his head pounding with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Slowly, he became aware of his surroundings—the acrid stench of smoke, the jagged edges of the shattered corridor walls, the faint flicker of sparking wires overhead.

He groaned, the sound barely audible over the ringing in his ears, and pushed himself onto his elbows. His limbs felt like lead, and every muscle ached as he forced himself to move.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. He glanced down, his hand brushing against a sharp piece of glass embedded in his sleeve. Blood smeared the floor beneath him, though he couldn’t tell how much was his.

Crawling forward, his palms scraped against the uneven floor as he struggled to his knees.

He turned, his heart sinking as he peered through the haze.

The other side of the train was beyond reach. The blast had torn the train corridor in half, leaving an uncrossable void between him and where James had been standing. The floor was barely holding together, broken mechanisms and sparking wires dangling precariously beneath the shattered edges.

“Prongs!” Sirius shouted, his voice raw. He winced as the ringing in his ears drowned out his own voice. “James!”

No response.

He tried again, louder this time, but the sound seemed to disappear into the void, swallowed by the darkness and the chaos around him.

Panic clawed at his chest, his breathing shallow and uneven as he turned back toward the corridor ahead. He was alone now, and the emptiness stretched out before him like a mocking taunt.

Cordelia.

She was still out there, somewhere ahead. He had to get to her. He pushed himself to his feet, his legs trembling as he limped forward.

Sirius limped forward, his boots dragging against the broken floor. His wand was gone, lost in the explosion, and the weight of its absence felt foreign and wrong. Every step sent a sharp bolt of pain through his side, the ache radiating from what he was certain were bruised or broken ribs.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

The corridor stretched out endlessly before him, a maze of shattered glass, dangling wires, and flickering lights. He tried to focus, to piece together whether he had made it all the way to the front car, but nothing made sense.

The Death Eaters were supposed to be at the front.

That’s what Remus said. That’s what everyone said.

So why was it so quiet?

The only sound was the persistent ringing in his ears, high and sharp and maddening. His head swam, his vision blurring as he stumbled forward, his hands brushing the jagged edges of the corridor walls to keep his balance.

There was nobody here. No Death Eaters. No students. Just the mess left behind—splintered wood, torn fabric, shattered glass glittering like ice across the floor.

Sirius stopped, leaning heavily against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. The pain in his side was sharp now, cutting through his every inhale. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing it away, willing everything away.

Just for a moment. Just to stop the ringing.

But when it stopped, it wasn’t the relief he’d hoped for.

A voice, quiet, soft and measured, cut through the air like a curse.

“I know.”

Sirius’s eyes snapped open, his breath catching in his throat as his head shot up.

The corridor ahead was dark, the light overhead flickering erratically, casting jagged shadows across the wreckage.

The light flickered on long enough for him to take in the scene before him.

His heart stopped.

Far down the corridor, two figures stood in the murky glow. One of them—a young man, tall, poised, his wand held loosely at his side—was unmistakable. Even at a distance, Sirius would recognize Evan Rosier’s aristocratic posture, the way he tilted his head like the world belonged to him.

But it wasn’t Evan who made Sirius’s chest tighten, his pulse thunder in his ears.

It was her.

The moment Sirius saw her, the urgency clawed its way back to the surface, drowning out the pain and the ringing in his ears.

She stood so close to Evan it made Sirius’s stomach churn. Too close. Her head was bowed, her dark hair falling across her face, but her wand was still in her hand, hanging limply at her side. Evan’s hand—that bastard’s hand—was grazing her cheek, his fingers tracing her skin with an intimacy that made the bile rise in Sirius’s throat.

He wanted to scream, to yell at the top of his lungs, but his voice refused to come. All that emerged was a strained rasp as he stumbled forward, his shoulder slamming into the wall to keep himself upright.

The movement caught their attention. Both of them turned to the side, their faces briefly illuminated by the flickering light.

“Get away from her,” Sirius rasped, his throat raw and burning.

Cordelia didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floor.

But Evan looked directly at him. His pale blue eyes held Sirius’s gaze, steady and unbothered. He said nothing, his silence more cutting than any insult.

Sirius forced himself forward, his steps uneven and heavy. He didn’t feel the pain anymore, didn’t feel the blood dripping down his side or the ache in his ribs.

“Get away from her!” he growled, louder this time, his voice cracking as he gained speed.

Still, Cordelia didn’t look at him.

She just stood there, her fingers tightening slightly around her wand, her shoulders stiff.

Sirius was close now. He was about to shout again, to close the distance between them, when Cordelia moved.

Her hand rose delicately, trembling slightly, and rested on Evan’s arm. She didn’t pull him back, didn’t shove him away. She simply gripped his bicep and murmured something so soft that Sirius almost didn’t hear it.

But he did.

“Let’s go.”

The words hit him like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs.

No.

« No, » Sirius groaned, his pace quickening to a full sprint. « No—»

Evan turned toward her, his expression calm, almost tender, as he reached down and took her hand in his.

Sirius’s voice cracked, his heart pounding in his ears. “Cordelia—”

He was so close now, his arm outstretched, his fingers aching to grab her and pull her away. To hold her and never let go.

She finally looked at him.

Her gaze flickered upward, catching his, just for a second, maybe less. There was something there—something fragile and fleeting, something he couldn’t name before it vanished.

He was so close he could almost feel the fabric of her blouse brushing against his fingertips.

Almost.

And then it happened.

The sharp crack of Disapparition echoed through the corridor, resonating louder than the explosion had.

Sirius’s outstretched hand grasped at empty air, his momentum carrying him forward as he stumbled and fell to his knees right where she had stood a second before. After a beat, the weight of realization slammed into him, crushing every ounce of fight left in his body.

She was gone.

[rosekiller-addict]

HEY GUYS!!!

a little while ago I wrote a little oneshot fic about Evan obliviating Barty and i've decided to maybe continue it and make it into a longer fic

i just wrote and posted the second chapter so if y'all would go check it out I would love that!

[loonylupinblack3]

Regulus: someone will die

Pandora: of fun!

[futurequibblerjournalist]

So, I'm working on the band au featuring jily, pebill and wolfstar and I've run into a little issue where I'm not sure what direction to take the fic,,,, I was thinking you guy could help me lmao

Yes it's intentional that I'm being secretive : ) I know what they mean don't you guys worry lmaooo

[clementinewoolf]

The Quiet Things

WIP. Chapter 4/? Word Count: 25,000. Wolfstar fic. Side Jegulus with an intricate story

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Thrown into Hogwarts in his fifth year, Remus Lupin's strategy is simple: keep his head in the books and himself under the radar. Yet Sirius Black, with his notorious reputation and knack for chaos, seems intent on derailing Remus's carefully laid plans.

.☽ . ｡ﾟ☆

Bound by unspoken secrets, their paths intertwine in a tenuous truce. Surviving until graduation is the goal, uneasy tolerance their only hope. But in the shadowy corridors of Hogwarts, nothing is ever that straightforward.

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Hogwarts au: canon elements, storyline/plot is not canon.

Spans from fifth year (1975) into adulthood.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[marauder-level-chaos]

Invisible String Chapter One

I wrote this fic from the point of view of my OC because i just wanted to develop her a little more. Please let me know your feedback and opinions. It is a modern day Marauders fic with my OC x Fabian Prewett, wolfstar and Jily.

Tags: Swearing, roommates ish, idk what else

Despite her trusted Jeep Wrangler, the drive from New York to Boston was hell for Amethyst. The only reason she did it every weekend was because James and Sirius’ apartment had better alcohol than hers did. Also because they were her oldest friends and she missed them, but she would never admit that. Besides, she had never missed a game night and she wasn’t about to start now. It took her five hours and two iced lattes, but she finally made it.

“Right on time, Meth.” James greeted her with a hug. He had been the Black twins’ oldest friend. The three had been inseparable since their first day of boarding school at 11. That was so long ago, but Meth remembered it like it was yesterday. She had been to their apartment enough times by now to comfortably navigate her way around.  

“Where’s my brother?”

“Where do you think he is? The bathroom, as usual. He’s dressing up for Remus.”

“Those two finally decided to shag each other?” Remus was the boys’ next door neighbor. He had become a regular at the Black-Potter game nights when the boys moved into the apartment. Him and his roommate, Lily. Neither James nor Sirius complained about these new additions to their group. Though she often felt like a fifth wheel around them, Meth wasn’t complaining either. She had grown quite fond of both of them.

“We’re not shagging. Yet.” Sirius’ head poked out of the bathroom.

“How come you never dress up for me, then, Pads?” A knock on the boys’ front door cut their conversation short.

“I’LL GET IT!” Sirius yelled from the bathroom, making a beeline for the door. Running his hand through his hair a final time, he opened the door. “Hello, Remus.”

Remus stood there with his mouth slightly open. Sirius’ strategy to blind him with glitter and makeup seemed to be working. While the pair stared at each other for an uncomfortably long amount of time, James and Meth welcomed Lily inside.

“We brought Pictionary! And drinks, once Remus can stop staring at your brother.” The mention of his name snapped Remus back to reality.

“Right. I’ve got some hard lemonade right here.”

“Oh, and I invited a friend. I met him during a swim meet. He’s over at Boston University, wants to be a writer.” James would invite half of Boston into his apartment if he could.

“Is he hot?” James raised an eyebrow at Meth’s question. She simply shrugged. “What? I’m tired of being a fifth wheel around here.”

The games began shortly afterward. The five of them were very competitive as a group, especially Amethyst. She was second to Remus, behind only by one point. All she had to do was not let the Jenga tower in front of her fall and victory would be hers. Just as she was about to make her move, somebody knocked on their front door. In a moment of distraction, Meth accidentally knocked over the tower in front of her.

“That must be Fabian.” James got up to get the door.

“Is that the son of a bitch who cost me this round?”

“Be nice, we have guests. And he brought wine.” Meth rolled her eyes at how quickly her brother was willing to sell himself for a bottle of cheap merlot.

“I also brought a poker set. I wasn’t sure what kind of game night this was.”

“Excellent. Everybody, meet Fabian. Fab, that’s Sirius, Remus, Lily and Meth.” He was tall - six feet, Meth would guess - and well-structured. He was exactly her type.

“Meth? That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s short. Like she is.”

“Sirius, I swear to God-” She cut herself short and turned her attention to the stranger in front of her. “Amethyst. My name is Amethyst.”

He smiled and grabbed the empty seat next to her. “So what are we playing?”

“Now that we have an even number of players, we can play Pictionary.” For as bad an artist as she was, Lily was really excited about Pictionary. The group gave in and played a few rounds before moving on to poker. Sirius’ many requests for turning it into strip poker instead were denied.

“We know you want to see Remus’ dick, Siri,but try and keep it in your pants.”

“As if you don’t want to see James take his shirt off.” Sirius’ comment was directed at Lily but Meth couldn’t stop herself from imagining what Fab might look like under that baggy shirt.

“Is this how these always go?” Fab leaned in closer to Meth’s ear and whispered.

“Usually. This isn’t even the worst of it.”

“At least tell me they’re hot. If they’re going to start stripping, I’d rather know what I’m in for.”

“You do know Sirius is my twin, right?”

“I did not know not. James did not tell me that.” Fab turned nearly as red as his hair. “Identical?”

“Minus the penis, yes. Mine’s bigger.”

Fab laughed and Meth realized she hadn’t heard something so contagiously beautiful in a very long time. Or ever, to be honest. He was as fun as he was handsome. That was going to be trouble for her. As the fatigue and hunger from their days set in, game night was brought to a pause. James offered to order dinner for the group. Lily and Sirius’ bickering had evolved into her braiding his hair in a corner. Meth decided to use this opportunity to stretch her legs. She grabbed her beer and headed for the balcony outside.

“Care to join me? This is one of my favorite views in the city.” Fab was only too quick to take her up on her offer. The night was chillier than either of them expected it to be. It was refreshing. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that Fab was sitting close enough to her for her to be able count the freckles on his face, but he was even prettier in the moonlight. Definitely trouble. They weren’t outside for very long before James called them back inside.

“Food’s here. You can flirt later.”

“We weren’t flirting. We weren’t even talking.”

“Meth, you were looking at him with literal hearts in your eyes so please don’t give me that bullshit.” She hadn’t realized that until James pointed that out. James could be wrong. Meth really wasn’t the type of girl to look at anyone with hearts in her eyes, no matter how handsome they were.

Taglist: @quickbright

[nightshift-clocking-in]

BRB writing about a girl gang

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[my-castles-crumbling]

Me at age 13, exhausted at school after staying up all night to read fanfic: I can’t wait until I’m an adult and I can stay up reading without any consequences!

Me, an adult, exhausted at work after staying up all night reading fanfic: Fuck.

[the-river-nyx]

Me at 14 and me at 22 are having a bonding moment

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[rosekiller-addict]

okay so if I wrote a fic where Evan oblivated Barty during the war because he didn't want Barty to be killed because he thought Barty didn't deserve to because he only joined the death eaters because he didn't want to be like his father and then everyone ends up dying but Evan and Barty and Evan is stuck to watch Barty who thinks he's a muggle and Evan second guesses his descions because it was possible that Barty wouldn't die and Evan would be alone would anyone read it?

[elainiisms]

meeee