#padfoot and prongs being ridiculous

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Prompt 31 - Fluff

@wolfstarmicrofic July 31, word count 753

Part twelve of werewolf Sirius

This is probably going to be the last part for now. I might do a second part but a Jegulus. Let me know what you think 🙂

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After finally getting rid of the bat bogeys that were attacking his face, Sirius raced out of the castle after Remus and his brother. They apparated together back to the new camp. Remus checked their wards, and then they headed towards the sound of happy people chatting merrily. 

They all got bowls of food and went to find somewhere to relax. Marcus waved them over to a spot he’d laid blankets on and they settled there. 

Sirius found he wasn’t all that hungry, but he ate anyway, so Rorbey didn’t scold him. It was some sort of rice and chicken dish and was delicious. He felt very full once he'd finished his meal and ended up curled on the blanket with his head in Remus’s lap. Remus ran his fingers lazily through Sirius’s hair, and he could feel his eyes beginning to droop shut. He must have drifted off as the next thing he knew, Remus was gently waking him and leading him into the forest. He glanced back and saw that Regulus had fallen asleep as well. Someone had covered him with a blanket and Marcus was watching over him. He felt bad for abandoning his brother already, but whatever Remus needed him for, it must be important. 

They walked deeper into the forest and came upon a small open area full of wildflowers. Sirius ran out into it, letting his fingers brush the delicate petals. He spun back to smile at Remus, but Remus was right behind him. Suddenly, he was on his back in the middle of the flowers with Remus above him. Remus dipped his head and they were kissing. Sirius laughed and rolled them, not letting Remus’s lips go. Remus rolled them right back, pressing his hips into Sirius's to keep him there. Sirius couldn’t remember the last time they’d been so carefree. 

An hour or so later, Sirius had his head on Remus’s bare chest, and they were watching the clouds drift by in the sky above them. 

“That one looks like the birthmark James has on his arse,” He pointed to a wonky cloud. 

“How do you know Prongs has a birthmark there and what it looks like?” Remus chuckled. Sirius could feel the vibrations through Remus’s chest. 

“Quidditch locker room. I know more than I ever wanted to know about our peer’s naked bodies.” Sirius scrunched up his nose. 

“In that case, I’ll take your word for it.” 

A blueish-white hyena came bounding towards them. They both tensed until they realised it was a Patronus. Marcus’s voice sounded out of its open mouth. 

“The wee Black is waking up,” It told them, then vanished. 

“Come on, sweetheart, time to go back.”  

He snuggled into Remus’s side, holding his hand firmly as they explained everything to Regulus. Regulus stayed silent the entire time they were talking. They told him how they were captured. That Sirius was now a werewolf and how they’d usurped Greyback and Remus had taken over as the pack leader and their plan to rescue him. 

But before Regulus could ask his questions, a loud wailing siren went off. They all jumped to their feet, wands out, ready for an attack, apart from Remus. 

“Oh, good he’s here,” Remus flicked his wand, the air around the treeline wavered and a figure appeared. 

“James!” Sirius cried out, running full pelt at his best friend and launching into his arms. “James!” He cried again, burying his face in James’s chest. 

“Pads, I thought you were dead!” James sobbed as he held Sirius tight.

"I love you, Prongs!"

"I love you, Padfoot!" 

“Bleh,” Regulus gagged behind them. “Are they always this much?” He asked Remus. Remus chuckled.

“I’ve seen worse.”

James peered over Sirius’s head and his eyes bulged out of his head. 

“Regulus?” He rasped. “But, you’re actually… In the papers… Your own family…” Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“Do try to calm down, Potter. Stories of my demise were greatly exaggerated. I’m perfectly fine, as you can see.” Regulus turned more serious. “I have vital information for the Order.”

“Can it wait?” Sirius whined as he wiggled closer to James, missing the contact he hadn't been able to have over the last few months. 

“Only if you want to lose the war,” Regulus scoffed, turning away. 

“Save the world now, hug later?” Sirius suggested, before dropping from James’s arms and bounding after his brother, grabbing Remus’s hand on the way and dragging him along with him. It looked like their adventures were far from over. 

Second part of the series (Jegulus)

[hyperfocuscentre]

Nevermind Orion, Sirius’ middle name is ‘Petty’ with a capital p. That man ate RATS because he had beef with Peter, he called Snape ‘Snivellus’ at his big age of 34/35. He got so sick of Snape’s shit, fully just went ‘die 💋’ and SENT HIM. TO A. TRANSFORMED WEREWOLF.

[raphael-angele]

Platonic MoonWater and Jealous ProngsFoot

Regulus: *went to the Marauders dorm room cuz he's bored and he wants to see James and Sirius but ended up only seeing Remus cuz the others went out so now he's just spending time with his brother's boyfriend*

Remus: *on his bed with Regulus, peacefully reading aloud a muggle book while Regulus is leaning on him cuz muggle literature fascinates him*

James: *enters the room* Hey, we got some- *sees them* What the hell is this?!

Remus: Oh, hey, Prongs, we were just-

Sirius: *coming in* AAAAH! WHAT THE HELL, MOONY?! My own brother?! I feel so betrayed! *faints dramatically*

Regulus: Oh, for fuck's sake.

Sirius: Hey, you watch your mouth. Babies aren't allowed to say that word.

James: Why, Reggie?! Why?! Why would you do this to us?! I thought you loved me!

Remus: Padfoot, Prongs, get a hold of yourselves. You guys are being ridiculous

Sirius: We're being ridiculous?! My brother and my boyfriend are in bed together!

Regulus: He was just reading to me.

James: Oh, the pain and devastation!

Sirius: What does he have that I don't, Moony?

Remus: Silence. What he has that you don't have is that he knows how to be quiet.

Sirius: Well, if that's what you wanted, you know exactly what to do.

James: And I can read to you, Reggie. I'm a much better story teller than that dyslexic moron.

Regulus: He's the top student in your year. Plus, his voice sounds nice. And he's warm to cuddle with. *cuddles up to Remus*

James: *gaasp* Moony, you thief

Remus: *hugs Regulus back* And Regulus is much cuter than you are, Sirius.

Sirius: *literal heartbreak then falls face first onto the floor*

Regulus: *smug* We're gonna get married as soon as I graduate.

Remus: *kisses Regulus' cheek*

Sirius and James: *die*

Peter, watching all of this unfold from the doorway: ...We got you guys some dinner.

[jaylienpotter]

Part 2 of Let them be | 1k words

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Let boys wear skirts

James had started a protest against the school rules not allowing females to wear trousers. How? By breaking the dress code. Of course Sirius was going to follow up and also put on a skirt. His brother Reggie desperately needed to change uniforms.

What he wasn't expecting was how it felt. The fabric was nice and it was much more freeing, refreshing. But there was something else. He felt different. He felt pretty. I mean, he was always gorgeous. But not like this. He was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, turning to see the skirt from different angles. He put his long black strands behind his ears and smiled. Sirius didn't know what it meant. He wasn't like Regulus. He wasn't trans. He liked being a bloke. He never felt discomfort with his body. The knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry I'm going!" Taking the towel and his pajamas, he opened the door to a Moony in a skirt. Obviously they had all agreed to it but he just looked so awkward and cute, with high socks to hide the scars. But Remus would look good in anything. At least in Padfoot's eyes.

Lupin didn't budge when the bathroom got free. He stared, looked his friend up and down.

"What?" Did he look bad? Did he wear the skirt upside down? Did he just look ridiculous with his hair like that, which made him look even more feminine?

"I- uh- nothing, I just… It suits you." Was Moony blushing? Did Sirius only have to wear a skirt to catch his crush's attention this whole time?

"You think?" Pads did a little twirl. The skirt was a little short but what did he care?

"Yeah. You look… Pretty."

"Thanks. I kind of like it, actually…"

"I see. Uh Pads, can I use the toilet?" Sirius stepped aside and ever so slightly glanced at the boy's arse. Lupin looked a lot more modest. It made sense with his 'problem', as well as anxiety and low self confidence in general. Black didn't expect him to follow the protest. The four of them were in, though. Even Wormtail. Lily's skirt was slightly tight but he said it was fine since it was for a good cause. He could use a spell to largen it but none of them had mastered those yet. They'd end up making a skirt big enough for the squid.

There were whistles from the Gryffindor table as soon as he walked in for breakfast. Mckinnon was hyping her friend as usual.

"Look at her!" She was joking, of course. But it hit Sirius. He felt a knot in his (her?) stomach. Why did he like that? He was fine with male pronouns, never had a problem. Still didn't. Shrugging it off, the drama queen paraded to the table, followed by an anxious werewolf.

"Don't worry Moons. If anyone looks I'll just be flagrant and get the attention off you."

"Thanks Pads." He smiled, his cheeks still slightly tainted. Perhaps he was too hot from the high socks and long sleeves in the hot weather?

"Good morning, lads! How are we feeling? I see Padfoot is confident, great. Wormy is getting used to it. Moony, you good, mate?" Potter was such a mum. People would think that Remus being the most sensible out of the four, he would have the responsible, more parent-like role. To be quite frank, he didn't give a shit. If his friends made a fool of themselves he'd laugh. Prick. Hot prick, though.

"Yeah." He looked to his left and back at Prongs. "I'm okay."

The day went as expected, they got detention quite soon, the first class was thankfully History of Magic and their ghost of a teacher didn't even know he was dead, let alone what his students were wearing. They received plenty of comments. Some cheering, mostly from girls, some were snarky, and some of the students called them girls, which Black didn't seem to mind at all. And of course, there were lots of stares.

The Marauders walked together everywhere, to be stronger and avoid being attacked. James was incredible, swagging around the castle with his head held high.

"Hey, Prongs? Can I ask you something?" It wasn't until they were in their pajamas that Sirius gained the courage to talk about it.

"Of course."

"How did you feel wearing a skirt? Were you uncomfortable? Did you like it?"

"Well…" Potter twisted his mouth to the side, as he always did when thinking. "It was fine, I suppose. I wouldn't say I liked it, I wouldn't choose to wear one. But for the cause it didn't bother me."

"Hm." Pads's gaze was distant. He had time to figure it out, they were going to keep wearing skirts until a teacher heard their complaints. At least Sirius and James were.

The next day, Marlene joined the protest, borrowing Sirius's trousers that were oversized for her. The lads had gone downstairs and she was in their dorm with Black, getting ready. They had no problem changing in front of each other since both were gay.

"You seem to be enjoying the skirt." That tone meant she was onto something. The fucker could always read Sirius. Even better than James, at times.

"Yeah… I suppose so. Makes me feel pretty."

"Just pretty or more like a girl?" Bloody hell, she had figured it out even before Sirius.

"I'm not sure…" Marlene put on her tie, done getting ready.

"Do you want to borrow my makeup? It might help." Pads turned around nervously yet excitedly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah mate. You also have to repaint your nails, they're all chipped. Wait here, I'll get my stuff."

"Thanks Marls…" She winked and left, coming back a few minutes later.

"I also brought a small mirror. Sit, we're having a beauty session." It was funny. Marlene wasn't that feminine. She didn't wear makeup all that often and when she did, it was more of a rock punk look with smudged black eyes. It wasn't anything like Evans or Mary, which were a lot more elegant and traditional.

"You don't want to eat first?"

"I'd rather get you all prepped up to see people's faces when you show up all girly."

And the faces did not disappoint. Black and Mckinnon walked into the Great Hall with wrapped arms. She had her hair in a messy bun, her shirt not fully buttoned up with her tie loose, the trousers covering her feet and a bit of a black smudged eyeshadow. Sirius, on the other hand, wore the skirt from the previous day, which was slightly short but still covered up everything, the shirt also not buttoned up all the way as per usual, and the red and gold tie undone, sitting on his shoulders. Some black nail polish and winged eyeliner, too. He couldn't deny it, it felt pretty good.

The best face was Remus's, who literally dropped his toast. The pink cheeks were definitely not from the weather. It sparked a little hope in Padfoot, that maybe his dreams of being with his best friend would come true. However, Moony would probably forget about it as soon as the protest ended.

It took a while until that happened. Pads and Prongs wore skirts for around two weeks (and some of the girls wore pants - Marlene, Lily, Mary, Dorcas, Pandora), eventually Reg felt comfortable enough to join, he had never felt so good at Hogwarts.

Mcgonagall was the one who spoke up about it, saying it was getting ridiculously out of hand and that she saw no problem with girls wearing trousers 'But for the love of Merlin, boys, put on some trousers'.

Dumbledore agreed to change the rules, as the protest was distracting the students' focus during classes. Fully aware the Gryffindors weren't going to back down.

Regulus was ecstatic and thanked all of them. Sirius was happy for his brother but he was going to miss the skirt. In this journey of self discovery, he had come to the conclusion that he felt both masculine and feminine, some days more than others. All the pronouns felt right, but he did prefer being called pretty over handsome. Maybe Sirius would be able to wear a skirt again someday. Until then, makeup was the only way of expression. He would also miss Moony's glances, he ought to come up with a new way to lure the Gryffindor boy.

[casurlaub]

soulmates - @wolfstarmicrofic - words: 995

CW: (mild?) deprecating/ableist language

“Something to say, Moony?” said Sirius when they strolled into the Great Hall for lunch. There were a whole lot of things Remus had to say, but the waste of time their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson had been easily topped the list. N.E.W.T.s were coming up, which equated to spiking nerves - unless you were called James Potter or Sirius Black and graced with infinite talent and matching nonchalance. It wasn’t like Remus wasn’t doing okay; he was. He had no right to complain compared to Peter. But he would much prefer actually learning something useful about Patronuses rather than wasting a whole lesson talking about the implications of matching Patronuses. He could have practiced the Protean Charm or revised on Asphodel or...

So, yes, Remus had a few things on his mind, but what he said was, “No.”

“Your face disagrees,” said Sirius, eyebrow raised, while James loaded his plate with a generous helping of everything within his reach. “It’s the soulmate stuff, isn’t it?”

“It’s stupid,” Remus muttered before his brain had a chance to step in. He didn’t want to give this ridiculous soulmate thing any more thought. And he knew better than to get into this sort of discussion with Sirius. He had a sneaking suspicion that more often than not Sirius took the opposite stance of Remus just for the fun of it. “It’s not real, is it? They’re tricking us.”

Sirius’s lips twitched. “Tricking us? How?” But he was quickly drowned out by James’s resounding “Oi!” He flicked a pea which almost got stuck in Remus's left nostril but bounced off and landed in his potatoes instead.

“Thanks, Prongs.”

“Take that back.” James’s face was all seriousness. Of course, he wasn’t going to give up on this after just having found out that Lily’s Patronus matched his Animagus form. “I said take it back, Moony.”

“I take it back,” said Remus. “It’s unreal for anyone - except for you and Lily.”

Sirius laughed softly, but James seemed placated enough.

“Thank you.” James glanced sideways at Lily, who was sitting a few seats down the table, chatting. She seemed to feel the weight of his gaze on her because she turned her head as she brushed her long red hair behind her ear. Despite talking, her lips spread into a smile, her eyes softening. As if a switch was flicked, James answered with his own dopey grin, a grin they had all seen too often over the last seven months.

Seven months down the road, and James still seemed to forget the world around him whenever Lily so much as looked at him. There was a pull in Remus’s chest, something like yearning, and he found himself meeting Sirius’s eyes, who seemed rather amused by James having completely forgotten about his pile of food, but whose eyes were already set on Remus.

“Don’t mind him, Prongs,” said Sirius with a grin.

Remus rolled his eyes. He didn’t care whether Sirius was in the mood to play his little ‘I disagree with you just for the sake of it’-game today - Remus was anything but. “Save it, Padfoot. You won’t convince me that you of all people believe in that stuff.”

No, not Sirius ‘I predict Divination is a waste of time’ Black.

Soulmates, fate, fortune-telling. All nonsense.

But Sirius ploughed on with a thoughtful expression as if he was sussing out one of life’s great mysteries. He would do that often, although he hadn’t been able to fool any of them since second year. It was always in his eyes. And right now, they were still twinkling with barely restrained amusement. “I think he’s just jealous because it’s real for anybody but him.”

There was too much truth in that - even if this whole soulmate nonsense was real, it didn’t change a thing for Remus. Being with someone in that way - serious relationship and all - was simply not in the cards for him. A big ugly stamp starting with ‘l’ and ending with ‘ycanthropy’ slammed on him at the age of four and marking him out would forever make sure of that.

Under the table, Sirius nudged Remus’s foot with his own and hooked it behind his ankle, causing Remus to look up. “You’d need a soul to have a soulmate, wouldn’t you,” he said, tone just shy of accusatory. “Bad luck for being soulless and evil, deserving nothing, right?”

Remus’s breath hitched. Werewolf jokes didn’t stir him anymore these days; James and Sirius had made them all and then some. But there was no way this choice of words wasn’t deliberate, not when it was the  choice of words his own father had used years and years ago, when the Ministry had let Greyback loose. The words that had started it all.

He didn’t know how Sirius knew. But Sirius did know, no doubt. The smile had slowly dropped off his face, and he was now looking at Remus with an uncomfortable intensity as if trying to dig into his mind. As if trying to tell him something.

“I really thought we’d skip the werewolf jokes for at least a day,” said Remus lowly and only just to say something. “Clearly, I overestimated your self-restraint.”

A beat of silence passed between them in which Sirius just kept staring back at him. “Clearly, I overestimated your intelligence.” He shook his head, getting to his feet.

James looked up. “What’re you doing?”

“Asking Evans for some advice.”

“What about?”

Sirius inhaled, his eyes lingering on Remus. “I don’t know about soulmates,” he said. “But I know an oblivious idiot when I see one. And Evans seems to have some experience with those.”

James watched him march over to Lily. “I give him another three days before he loses it,” he said, then looked at Remus, who was still frowning. James's smile reached all the way up to his hazel eyes. “Two, if you keep looking like that.”

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 30 – prompt 30: Calming Draught – word count 642

Calming Draught - Calms the user of shock, trauma etc

Remus was late. Whenever he went to St Mungo’s he tried to make it home before dinner, but this time he had been caught up with Mary in a very complex healing potion. They had gotten it wrong a bunch of times and had ended up crying in frustration, missing Lily and her mastery of potions even more than usual. When he finally walked in the house it took him one look to see it was bad.

All of Harry’s toys were scattered around the living room and in the middle of it all Sirius was holding the screaming two-year old in his arms, trying to calm him down, himself looking on the verge of tears.

“What happened?” Remus asked, putting his bag on the carpet.

“The neighbours had a birthday party with fireworks,” Sirius said through gritted teeth, carefully bouncing Harry up and down with the only result of making him scream even more. “One of the fireworks was green.”

Remus nodded and got closer, carefully taking the little boy from Sirius’s arms. Green lights made Harry mad with terror, and it took a really long time to calm him down. The first time it had happened had been with the fireworks on the fifth of November, literally a couple of days after they had taken him in. Exhausted with grief and the responsibility of now having to raise their best friends’ son they had taken an embarrassingly long time to realise it wasn’t the fireworks to frighten him so much, but the green light. Somewhere, deep into Harry’s brain, he connected it with the light Avada Kedavra made when used, the same light which had robbed him of both his parents.

“It’s alright Bambi,” Remus said soothingly. “Nothing will hurt you now, I promise.”

Harry’s screaming turned to sobbing and he buried his face in Remus’s jumper.

“Cry all you want,” Remus whispered. “We’re here for you.”

After a while, the sobs stopped and Remus looked under the wild mane of hair that looked so much like James’s to see Harry had fallen asleep, exhausted. He carefully placed him in the day bed by the fireplace while Sirius collapsed on the sofa.

“You’re so much better at it than me, Moony,” he whispered as Remus sat by his side.

“It’s not true,” Remus passed an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “We’re both learning.”

“I couldn’t calm him down,” Sirius said slowly. “He was screaming so much and I couldn’t do anything, I just wanted to scream with him. It’s so unfair to him, Moony. Prongs and Lily were made to be parents and we… We don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” Remus sighed.

“It’s ridiculous, I… I don’t even know what loving parents look like!” Sirius was now half-laughing half-crying, practically in hysterics. “We’re going to fuck him up, Moony, we’ll be like my own parents!”

“Sssh, my love,” Remus quietly kissed Sirius’s temple. “You’re exhausted.”

“I am,” Sirius sobbed. “I always am, and then I think about them not being happy with what I’m doing with Bambi, and… Maybe Lily wishes her sister had gotten him instead.”

“That’s how I know you’re rambling, Padfoot,” Remus chuckled. He shifted to pass a hand through Sirius’s hair and look him in the eye. “If there’s somewhere from where they’re watching us, I know Lily knows we’re doing our best. And Prongs is probably still laughing at the time we had the brilliant idea of leaving Harry alone for five seconds with a barrel of paint.”

Sirius chuckled.

“All those handprints on the corridor wall… He truly is a Marauder’s son,” he said.

“We’re trying and it’s going to be fine,” Remus smiled. “We’ll manage it, together. Alright?”

“Alright, Moony,” Sirius nodded.

“Good. Now, I think you could do with a drop or two of Calming Draught before bed, don’t you?”

[marvel-rhapsody]

Reunited | post Azkaban! Sirius Black x fem!reader

PostAzkaban!Sirius Black x fem!professor!reader

Warnings: reader was a gryffindor in school, horrid writing but I tried, set during POA, unedited so mistakes are mine

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I've read some one shots with similar concepts like this one and wanted to try to write one myself.

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After graduating from Hogwarts some time ago, you never thought you would be back as a teacher. But when Albus Dumbledore comes to you personally and asks you to be the new Muggle Studies professor, you just can't say no.

Growing up as a half-blood, your father being a muggle and your mother being a witch, Muggle Studies was a breeze for you. Teaching it has also been a fairly easy task.

It's now your seventh year teaching at Hogwarts, and it feels like your whole world is crashing. News of Sirius Black's, your "technical" husband, escape from Azkaban is roaming throughout campus, and it feels like the walls are closing in on you. No one knows that you're married to him, though. You decided when you took the job to use your maiden name to stop any potential questions.

And, coincidentally, Remus Lupin is at school this year, too. The two of you have spent many days and nights reminiscing over your time at Hogwarts. He was truly your best friend all those years ago. After Lily and James died, with Sirius in prison and Peter dead, you and Remus fell out of touch. It was too hard for both of you to come to terms with what happened that night.

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Now, a couple months into the school year, Sirius Black has broken into the school and into Gryffindor tower. No one exactly knows what he's looking for. But Dumbledore and McGonagall have their suspicions.

You and Remus are now sitting in Dumbledore's office, waiting for one of them to tell you what is happening.

"We believe that Mr. Black is after Harry Potter..." Minerva says.

"That ridiculous, Minnie!" You shout. "Why would he want Harry?"

"To finish what Voldemort couldn't," Albus replies.

You scoff. "He would never. James was a brother to him, and I don't know what really happened with Peter. But I know, for a fact, that Sirius would never hurt Harry."

"Do we really know that, (y/n)?" Remus asks.

"I do, Remus."

With that, you leave the office to head back to your sleeping chambers to be alone. Classes are over for the day, and you just want to relax and get away from the chaos of the school term.

You lie awake for most of the night. Sleep would not come easily.

You cannot stop thinking about Sirius and what he was looking for in Gryffindor tower. It was Halloween night, so he must've known that the students would not be in the common room or their dorms. If he was really going after Harry, why would he choose that night, where no student would be able to spot him?

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It's close to the end of the school year, summer holiday just creeping around the corner. No signs of Sirius Black have been found in quite a while.

You and Remus are on good terms again after that meeting with Albus. The two of you are wandering around the castle together, as are a couple other professors, for a night watch.

You are walking around a corner when your hear Snape's dark voice coming from the hall.

"Read it," he says.

A new voice appears, belonging to Harry Potter. "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..."

His voice now sounds so distant to you. Hearing those names brings back so many memories. Before you know it, you're standing with Lupin in front of Snape and Harry.

"A Zonko product, it seems..." Lupin says, a knowing look on his face. "I'll take it, since it is my area of expertise, as you said."

He pulls you along with him, beckoning Harry to follow. The three of you end up in his office.

"I'm honestly astounded that you didn't turn this in. If this were to turn up in the hands of Sirius Black, he could have used this as a way into the castle!" Lupin sounds furious, but you know it's only because he fears for the safety of the students.

"I didn't think of that..." Harry says. "I should tell you, I don't think that map always works. Because I saw a name on there of someone I know to be dead... Peter Petigrew."

You shake your head. "That's impossible.."

Harry shrugs before saying, "Just saying what I saw. Have a good night, professors."

Once he leaves, you grab the map from Lupin. "If he's right... we can prove that Sirius is innocent, Rem."

"I can't  believe I thought that he could have done this... I'm a terrible friend."

"No, you're not. The evidence against him was critical. You couldn't have known."

"But you did."

"I'm his wife, I always have had faith in him."

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A few nights pass when Remus comes running into your office.

"He's here, with Peter."

He doesn't have to say anything else to you, as you're now following him out to the willow, and entering the tunnel towards the Shrieking Shack.

Everything starts to happen so fast. Remus gets Harry's wand away from him, and your daughter and Hermione pull Harry off of Sirius.

"Harry, just hear us out..." you say. "You said that Peter was on the map... This map has never lied in all the years I knew about it. Sirius didn't sell your parents out. He tried to save them, but the damage was already done. Peter had told you-know-who already. There was nothing any of us could have done."

"We trusted you..." Harry said. "And you didn't even tell me that the two of you were my godparents! You're his wife, and no one knows. Why should I believe you now?"

Severus shows up now, his wand pointed directly at Sirius. "I should have known that you were helping him. Dumbledore swears that you had nothing to do with his escape and breaking into the castle... but I knew."

You raise your wand at him. "Don't make me do this, Severus."

You pause, giving him a moment to lower his wand. When he doesn't, you yell, "Expelliarmus!"

His wand comes flying towards you as his body flies backwards towards the dusty bed in the corner of the room.

With that, Sirius grabs "Scabbers" out of Ron's hand.

"If we're wrong about this, I'll go back to Azkaban... But if we're right..." Sirius says.

"The right person will be punished for the death of your parents.. our friends," Remus finishes for him.

Peter is here, actually here. And it takes everything in you to stop Sirius from killing him. But Harry seals Peter's fate with one sentence.

"I don't reckon my dad would want to see his best friends become murderers."

Everyone starts to make their way back to the castle, when the clouds part in the sky, the full moon now shining down on the group.

"Get to the castle, now!" you yell to the kids.

Remus's body starts to transform in the moonlight.

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You help Harry and Hermione get Ron up to the hospital wing as quickly as you can.

Harry and Hermione try to tell Professor Dumbledore what happened, but he puts a stop to their rambling.

"You know the laws, Miss Granger, you must not be seen. Mister Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. Maybe more than one innocent life can be spared tonight."

"Of course, sir..." Hermione says, pulling Harry aside.

"I'll lock you in. Mind the time," Dumbledore says before leaving the wing.  

You follow the two students, "I'm coming with you... He's my husband, and I need to be there."

Hermione throws the chain of her necklace around the three of you and turns the charm three times.

It feels like a rush of wind, and then everything stops. You are still standing in the hospital wing, but the sun is still up and Ron is nowhere to be seen.

"Where were we at 7:30?" Hermione asks.

"I don't know... Going to Hagrid's?"

The three of you rush down to Hagrid's house, and Harry stops suddenly upon seeing himself, Ron and Hermione enter from afar.

"How are we here but also there? This is not normal!" Harry exclaims.

Hermione shows him her necklace. "This is how I've been getting to all my classes this year. It's a time-turner. McGonagall gave it to me and the beginning of term."

Before you know it, it's time to go rescue Sirius. You tell the kids to stay hidden as you and Buckbeak fly to the highest tower.

You find Sirius sitting against the wall in the dark cell, and you whip your wand out to break open the locks.

"Let's go, we don't have much time..." you say.

The escape is fast and painless, and you meet Harry and Hermione in the courtyard, away from any potential student gazes that could give your plan away.

"I owe you all... Thank you," Sirius says.

"I want to go with you," Harry tells him.

"One day... but for now, my life will be unpredictable.. Stay here with (y/n) and I'll try to contact you as soon as I can," Sirius pulls Harry into a tight embrace.

When he lets go, Sirius reaches his hand out for you.

Hermione pulls Harry away so the two of you could have some space before Sirius has to leave again.

Sirius rests his hands on either side of your face. "Thank you for believing in me, love. Maybe one day, we'll be together again."

You feel tears start to fall down your cheeks. Sirius is quick to wipe them away.

"Be safe, please."

"I'm going to let some muggles spot me far away from here... Hopefully that will keep the ministry away from the school. I didn't mean for it to be like this..."

You sigh, "I know... I wish I could help you get through all this, but I can't just leave. I am a professor, after all."

Sirius grins. "You'll have to tell me all about it when we reunite again."

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There it is....

An excerpt from my longer fic, Long Story Short (rated M, Wolfstar, Dorlene, and Jegulus)

James’s face was unreadable. “Pads…what did you do?” He asked, pulling away from Sirius a bit.

Sirius opened and shut his mouth, trying to form words to explain everything that had happened. He decided to just rip off the band-aid. “I walked in on Moony kissing Fabian Prewett last night,” he started.

James, however, reacted quite more like he’d wanted Marlene to. “WHAT?” He yelled loudly, his mouth falling open.

Sirius would’ve smiled, if the situation wasn’t so out-of-control. Trust James to react exactly like he needed him to. He sighed and responded, “Yup.”

“Our Moony?” James confirmed, still looking shocked.

“Mhm.”

“Remus Lupin?”

“Do you know any others?”

“No, I just–well, okay, then.”

Sirius heaved a breath, trying to calm himself and organize his brain, which felt like some sort of large system of river rapids, swirling and frothing and bubbling uncontrollably. “Yeah, so I told Marlene. Just now.”

But James was again having big emotions. “You told McKinnon before me? Padfoot, what the hell!” He looked murderous.

“I–I figured it was Moony’s place to tell you and Marlene obviously gets it,” Sirius explained, though he wasn’t exactly sure why he was compelled to tell Marlene first.

James calmed a bit. “Okay, fine, I guess that’s forgivable, but why is she pissed, then?”

Sirius hesitated. How to explain? “I…I told her, but I was…I was upset, when I told her. Because, it’s Moony, yeah? K–kissing someone.” His hands clenched again at the thought of Remus kissing someone.

James nodded, but didn’t look like he understood at all. He stayed quiet, however. Sirius really loved him for that.

“So…she said something…something ridiculous, Prongs. Something…like, fucking mad.” Sirius took a breath.

James looked at him, eyebrows raised, waiting.

Sirius said nothing, hardly able to voice the absurdity of Marlene’s idea. She was so far off-base, so irrational, so…

“What’d she say, Sirius?” James asked, looking both curious and nervous.

“She said…she said I was upset because I liked Remus.”

After Sirius said this, he expected James to laugh. He expected James to smile and maybe poke a bit of fun at Marlene and talk about how she had no idea what he was talking about. He expected James to react somewhat rationally.

So, when James just wrinkled his forehead a bit, as if Sirius had been a Professor sharing some new, but thought-provoking, information to him during a lecture, Sirius wanted to punch him, as well.

“I do not like Remus!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, thoroughly annoyed. Had everyone gone crazy today?

“Padfoot, you…you sleep in his bed,” James whispered softly.

Remus’s bed was warm. And safe and comfortable. A nice place to sleep. And when Remus accidentally spooned him while they were sleeping, it stopped him from having nightmares. So what?

“I sleep in your bed, too, doesn’t mean I want to–” Sirius started, angrily.

“You insist on staying with him in the Hospital,” James continued, voice a bit stronger now.

“I–I care about his safety! Forgive me for being a good friend!” Sirius argued, heat rising to his face.

“You…pouted for hours that one time he wouldn’t play with your hair. You steal his shirts to sleep in. You–”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Sirius yelled, face bright red, now. It wasn’t his fault, after all, that Remus was the best at playing with his hair, or that his shirts had a calming effect on him. It was just…close friendship.

“D’you get upset when you think about me kissing someone?” James retorted. “Or Pete?”

“Urgh, no,” Sirius responded quickly, before thinking about it. “As long as it isn’t in my bed, that would be–”

“And Remus? What if he was kissing someone? Even a girl? How would you feel?”

Sirius’s insides heated up unpleasantly. No, Remus kissing someone was not a great thought. “That’s…that’s different because…because I’m more protective of him…because of his…his problem! Yes, that’s it!” Relief washed through Sirius. It made sense, after all. “I want to make sure he’s treated right, is all.”

James gave Sirius a maddeningly patronizing look. “Mhm,” he nodded sarcastically.

Sirius clenched his fists. “I’m not—you’re not—this is—this is stupid, Prongs. I don’t–”

“What if he was kissing you, Padfoot? What then?” James asked, eyebrows raised.

“That’s ridiculous! Why would he–?” Sirius objected, throwing his hands in the air again.

James interrupted, “It doesn’t matter! Just think about it! How would you feel?”

It was the first time Sirius had allowed himself to indulge in the thought. He pushed his mother’s screaming out of his head and pondered for a moment. What if he and Remus kissed? Remus’s strong hands in his hair, Remus’s lips moving against his own, his body pressed against him…possibly pinning him to a wall, pushing him against it roughly, both of them groaning as their hands moved lower–

Fuck.

That did not make him angry.

“Fuck,” Sirius whispered softly, hand covering his mouth. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was kiss Remus. He wanted to know what it would feel like, to have Remus’s lips on his, to trace his fingertips along the planes of his chest, to be so close to him that he could breathe him in. “Oh, fuck,” he repeated.

“There it is,” James whispered softly, eyes sparking with amusement.

Oh fuck, Sirius liked Remus.

Sirius liked Remus.

Sirius liked Remus.

“Oh, kill me,” Sirius murmured desperately. He couldn’t do this.

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.4 Birthday Surprise at Midnight

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I blearily opened my eyes, wondering just what I was being woken up for. I had been at the school for a few weeks and, finally, got rid of my jet lag. Of course, it didn’t change the fact that I’ve always hated waking up early. From how bleary my eyes were, it had to still be early in the morning.

“Who is it?” I called, snuggling deeper into my wool blankets.

“Professor Higginbottom,” a voice, forcefully high-pitched, responded.

I softly groaned to myself as I sat up, pushing my feet into the soft slippers with a yawn. Mom said to respect the teachers, so I better come to the door. “I’m coming, hold on a sec.” I shuffled over to the door and opened it.

An explosion of color and sparkling woke me up the rest of the way, causing me to jump back and rub my eyes so I could see clearly what just happened. As I opened them again, there were the twins with party hats on their heads and their wands held up still spouting sparks and confetti.

“Happy birthday!!” they cheered.

I blinked at them in disbelief. Not only had I not even told them about my birthday being May thirty first, but I was also irritated that I had shown any type of surprise. I hadn’t shown private emotions to anyone but my parents since preschool. In response, I kept my voice flat as I asked, “How did you know? I never told you..”

“Dumbledore told us,” they said giddily.

“Now get some adventuring clothes on. You’re going to explore the castle with us!” George said.

I’d finally figured out how to tell which twin was who. Despite being perfectly similar twins, I could sense who was who by their energy. Fred was more in charge while George generally followed along — not that it was all that easy, because their personalities almost exactly matched each other.

Fred added, “And hurry up before Snape comes. You have no idea how many times he patrols past your door.”

I narrowed my eyes, “What time even is it?”

“Midnight,” they replied eagerly.

“I’m going back to sleep,” I attempted to close the door in their faces, but Fred stuck his foot in.

“You’re turning down a personal tour of the school where no students, classes or teachers can get in the way?” George asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve already shown me enough of the school. Which, might I say again, the library is still my favorite.”

“Not the secret passages,” Fred said, waggling his eyebrows.

“What, you mean there are secret secret passages?” I asked dubiously.

“Of course! It’s a castle!” George said.

I sighed. Sleep.. or explore possibly thousand year old secret passages…. Historical secret passages obviously win my vote. “I’ll just be a minute.”

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After making sure we left a line of pillows in my bed — that the twins so generously brought to make it seem like I was still asleep — they took me as far away from the dungeons as possible before Professor Snape could return.

Fred then pulled out a worn old sheet of blank parchment paper and his wand. “Can you guess what this is?”

“A treasure map in invisible ink?” I guessed half-heartedly.

The twins chuckled, “Close enough.”

He gently touched the tip of his wand to the paper and recited, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Lines appeared and spread out along the page in different directions, forming a map of the whole school. At the top of the page came the words ‘Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER’S MAP.’ As I stared at the map, I could see very clearly where we were standing by the three dots next to each other labeled with our names; ‘George Weasley,’ ‘Fred Weasley,’ and ‘Melody Riddle.’

At the same time that I was in awe of all the possibilities there could be for magic, I also felt a pang of disappointment. I had to realize that ‘Melody Gray’ really must be officially gone if my last name was automatically ‘Riddle’ on this map. Or maybe my name had never even been ‘Gray.’ I put the thought away as quickly as it had come.

“How do you have this map?” I asked. “Wouldn’t this be something the headmaster would have?”

“That’s the beauty of it —” Fred said.

“— this must be the only map in existence.” George said.

“Last year, we let off a Dungbomb in the corridor —”

“ — and it upset Filch for some reason —”

“ — and after he hauled us off to his office and gave the usual threats —”

“ — we just couldn’t help but notice a drawer in one of his filing cabinets.”

“It said: ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.’”

“Fred dropped a dungbomb —”

“ — and George grabbed the first thing he laid his hands on.”

I could only listen to the story with barely held back laughter as I had to continue moving my head back and forth between the two of them. “Do you always tell stories in parts like this?”

“‘Course,” they replied with a unified shrug.

“Should’ve seen that answer coming. Well, I can assume a Dungbomb must be some kind of stink bomb, but who’s Filch?”

“Filch is the caretaker,” Fred said.

“The caretaker?” I asked, aghast. “There is only one caretaker in this whole castle?”

This was where they looked around and began whispering. “Oh yeah, and you know the catch —?”

“— he’s a squib.”

“So…” I thought about everything mom had said before I left. “He was born to a magical family, but has no magic?”

“Bingo!” they said.

“But how’s that fair?”

They stared at me in surprise, “What?”

“He’s supposed to clean this whole castle, every nook and cranny, by himself? With no magic, whatsoever? That’s not fair!”

“Well — I mean..”

“It’s not like he’s nice! He’s evil!”

“And I can see why! I’d be mean, too, if I have to clean up after magical incidents everyday like a normal person. All alone with a whole castle to travel through.”

They merely laughed and linked their arms through mine.

“You’re funny, Melody, really —”

“— however, we have very little time for dilly-dallying. We want to at least show you one secret passage.”

“But —” I attempted to push my argument through. It just seemed to me that if I was going to have a fresh new start with friends that I was most definitely required to give my opinion.

However, Fred’s hand slapped over my mouth and I was dragged into the deepest shadows of the hallway. I wriggled and tried to yell at him, but he tightened his grip on me as he hissed, “Shhh.”

A cat meowed in the distance.

“~ Come my sweet… we’ll catch them… lead the way…. ~”

The voice chilled my bones as I thought about how it would look to mom if I’d been caught out of bed with some boys before school even starts for me. I stood still long enough that Fred’s grip slackened.

Thankfully, whoever it was hadn’t even gone right past us. The voice had sounded off from a different hallway, but we trepidly watched their silhouettes walk past the entryway. We waited a few minutes before we felt like we could breathe normally, then I followed them in silence.

We reached a statue of a one eyed witch with a hump on her back, and we went around behind her. George tapped the hump with his wand, uttering the word, “Dissendium.”

The hump snapped open to a size big enough that we would only be able to fit through one at a time. As I peeked in, it seemed to be a considerable length of tunnel pointing downwards… we were going to have to slide.

“Alright, Melody,” Fred said with a grin. “I’ll go first, then you count to ten before following. George will be right behind you.”

I shrugged as he hopped right in with a soft “Whoo…”

As I counted to ten, I shook my head. Just my luck for goofballs to enjoy hanging out with me. But, I reasoned as I eased myself into the hole, it’s not like I could find anyone goofier than they are in my own age group. I let myself slide through, feeling cool wind whipping my hair around as I went down, down, down until I landed on wet, soft earth.

Light was emanating from Fred’s wand so, in the surrounding pitch darkness, I saw his hand held out to help me up. When I took it we moved out of the way as we heard George’s “Whoo…” coming down the slide.

We were in a narrow, low ceiling passageway where, once we started moving with the twins cracking jokes along the way, it winded this way and that as we walked. It was too easy to trip, and hard to keep enough balance not to fall all the way to the floor — even with the light from both of their wands. Concerning the pain in my legs, plus the passage beginning to rise up, I knew we must have been walking for quite a while though it seemed that no time had passed at all with those two keeping me company.

A short time later, we came up to another long set of stone steps about as long as the slide had been — though it obviously took twice the time.  When we finally made it to the top, Fred had pushed open the trapdoor above us and we made our way out into a cellar room full of boxes and crates.

I took a deep breath and whispered, “I never thought I’d appreciate air aboveground as much as I do now.”

“Everybody’s a critic,” George whispered back.

Fred replaced the trapdoor, which blended in to the floor so well that it was no longer a surprise how this wouldn’t have been found out… wherever this place was. He then walked over to the wooden staircase leading up to a door, “Prepare to be amazed.”

“By more stairs?” I breathed.

They chuckled, dragging me up the stairs and through the door where I found us standing behind a counter of what looked like a candy store. It was too dark to see much. However, what I could see was not only glass jars filled with unknown objects, but also that there were items in the shape of lollipops and ice cream.

When the light came on, all I could do was stare. There were so many shelves full of so many different kinds of candy that if I’d tried to imagine an equally fantastical candy store before seeing this one, I wouldn’t be able to see it even close to this caliber.

I was more into candy than I had ever been willing to admit.

By the labels, I read everything around me: toffees, pink coconut ice, creamy nougat, all different flavors of chocolate there could ever be; there was a large barrel labeled Every Flavour Beans — most likely jelly beans — and another that said Fizzing Whizzbees, whatever those were.

On one whole wall, there were sweets labeled ‘Special Effects’ of which were such candies called: Toothflossing Stringmints, Exploding Bonbons, Black Pepper Imps, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Sugar-Spun Quills, Peppermint Toads and Ice Mice — among so many others.

“This must be a dream,” I said incredulously.

“Nope,” Fred said, pinching me hard on the arm.

“Ouch!” I hissed, punching him in the chest. “That was not an opening to pinch me!”

“I just wanted you to see that it was real!” he said, holding a hand to his chest as though wounded. “What would you like from here?”

“I’m not stealing candy,” I snapped.

“You don’t have to — we’ll put the money for it on the counter,” George said, showing me silver and bronze coins in his hand. “We haven’t got much, but you won’t be able to come down here to Honeydukes for regular visits until your third year. We’ve been sneaking here since last year because we can’t wait until we have permission to go this coming year.”

“That’s why we wanted you to see this,” Fred said, gesturing at all the candy in the room. “And you can use the passage whenever you want. Come to us if you forget the spell.”

“I don’t know if I’ll even use it, but…” I looked around the room, then to the boys beside me. “Thanks. A lot. This is one of the best gifts I could ever ask for.”

They grinned before walking me through the store listing all their best suggestions.

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the fine art of breaking out of prison

i am so sorry for hagrids accent and the terrible writing

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Sirius Black had no idea how he got here. Well, ok, he did know, but still, he was surprised he pulled it off! The past few days have been a great big blur, escaping Azkaban, then somehow getting to Surrey as Padfoot , the Wizarding World might’ve been confused on how he did it, but Sirius was more confused himself. 

Laying there in his cell, Sirius’ main thoughts were focused on his innocence. The dementors want happiness, thinking about why he was here, thinking about Peter, Remus, James, Harry, and Lily, couldn’t bring happiness, so for the most part, they left him alone. Not completely alone of course, but they didn’t bother him as much as the other prisoners who hadn’t yet learned the lesson Sirius had after all these years. These long, long seven years. Seven years Prongs was dead. Seven years Remus thought he was a traitor. Seven years Peter roamed free. Seven years Harry was being raised by someone who wasn’t him. Sirius had suspected Remus, he had hoped it was Remus raising Harry. then he would know Harry was safe. 

But he wasn’t. Remus wasn’t raising Harry, and Sirius only found out because of Minerva McGonagall. Minerva had visited him some days before his escape. She didn’t often visit, rarely did in fact. Only twice had she ever, once at the beginning, and then before his escape. 

In the beginning she came with Hagrid, and he could count the frown lines on her face. They were both talking to him through his cell door. It was a metal, black door, rusted with a cat flap at the bottom for the food on trays and a small window for visitation, such as this one. Hagrid seemed troubled, he seemed upset, viciously upset. Sirius had only been in Azkaban for a couple weeks when they visited. 

The guards had woken him up by banging on his cell door, maybe half past 5 pm? There were no clocks, so time seemed to fly past. 

“Get up! You have visitors.” Parkinson barked at Sirius. He opened his bleary eyes, letting them get used to the lighting, and looked at the door’s window. Sirius let out an unintentional gasp when he saw his former professor and groundskeeper, “Prof.. Hagri.. What?” Minerva's eyes seemed to soften as she took in the state of misery he seemed to let off in waves. “Mr. Black.” She nodded, and then Hagrid spoke, “‘ello Sirius.”

“Wh.. What is .. this?” Sirius was still shocked, he figured the whole world thought him a traitor, why would they be here to visit him? Minerva seemed to sense his question and answered it before he could ask, “Mr. Black… We decided to come here and visit you, against Albus’ wishes, of course. Though, I felt this was appropriate, considering the entirety of the Wizarding World seems to have gone mad. Honestly.. No trial, absolutely nothing. Ridiculous.” She rambled, slightly worked up. Hagrid nodded in agreement. Both knowing imprisoning someone with no trial, or even a check on which wand cast the spells, would have Amelia Bones’ knickers in the most tangled twist you could think of. 

Sirius felt his eyes sting and water ,  a lump formed in his throat. Someone- two people! Thought he was innocent. Knew he was innocent, knew he would never hurt his best friend. Knew he wouldn’t betray the Marauders. His family. His brothers. Who taught him what family really meant. Who taught him how to be a friend, how to have friends. Knew he wouldn’t hurt Lily. Who taught him things his mother never would. How to properly take care of himself, how to comfort. How to BE comforted. His family. His sister. The mother of Harry, his pup. 

“We can’t stay for long but, I figured you would want this. Dementors are nothing to laugh at, and if no one else, we wish for you to stay sane. Maybe this will help, Hagrid didn’t find much else.” She handed him a collar, Padfoot’s collar. “But how did yo-” Sirius seemed to finally find his voice when Hagrid cut him off, “‘onestly, Sirius. Yeh think we wouldn’t figure et out? A black dog, deer, wolf, and a rat all hanging together? Seeing the black dog ‘airs, and brown wolf ‘airs on your robes after the full moon was evidence ‘nough.” 

Sirius laughed, wetly. He managed to croak out a raspy, “We thought we were so slick. Guess not.” Sirius allowed himself a sad chuckle, feeling his watery eyes threaten to spill over their dam, “Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t think the rest of the professors noticed.” Minerva smiled at him, he smiled back, tears now streaming down his face. Hagrid smiled at him too, sadly. “Harry… is .. is he okay?” Sirius asked, rubbing his finger on the gold name tag, engraved with ‘Padfoot’. “He’s.. Yes, Albus has placed him in a.. Suitable environment. He’s safe, and alive.” Sirius smiled in joy, while Minerva and Hagrid grimaced. Knowing that Albus would’ve placed Harry with Remus. That’s where he was supposed to go in case something like this happened, with Sirius. But since.. Well. He was in Azkaban, Remus was the next one in line in case something happened to Sirius. So he allowed himself to think that, that Harry was safe. And loved, and put that worry in the back of his mind. 

“Sirius.. There is.. Something you must know. Albus doesn't think you should know, he thinks it will distress you but.. Well, you see..” Minerva looked to the side, mouth open searching for words, “Harry survived. But.. He didn’t go after Lily and James only, he went after Harry too.” Sirius gaped at her. He knew Harry could be a part of the prophecy but.. It still seemed so unbelievable. “I thought you sAI-” As his voice raised, partly in fear, partly in anger, “He is. Safe. Harry is safe, Sirius. But.. He tried to kill him. But he couldn’t. We don’t know why. We don’t know how, but for some reason, on that night.. He couldn’t kill Harry. He’s gone. He vanished. No trace of him, that’s how Harry got the wound. The wound you saw that night.”

Sirius remembers now, the wound. In the shape of a lightning bolt, he remembers it, right before he gave Harry to Hagrid. Right before he forfeit his place in Harry’s life. Right before he stupidly ran after Peter, he stays silent. They stay silent too. 

“We must be gettin’ back now,” Hagrid said gently, after some time, checking his watch, ”Dumbledore will have me hide if he finds out we came to visit yeh. It was nice seein’ yeh, Sirius.” Hagrid gave him a smile, then walked out of Sirius’ line of vision, to go check out with the guards, he assumed. 

Silence for a moment, then, “Thank you.” He said to his former professor, “Thank you for going through the trouble of coming to see me. Thank you for telling me all this. Thank you for believing in me.” Minerva chose to gloss over the fact that his voice broke at the end, that it went soft, as soft as she knew he was inside, and out. “Anytime, Sirius. Anytime.” And with that, Minerva smiled, turned, and he didn’t see her again for seven years. 

Seven long years of agony, of misery long forgotten. Misery he thought was reserved for Grimmauld Place. It was torturous, it was painful. But Sirius prevailed, didn't let the guards see how it affected him. Made himself look relaxed, as if this wasn’t the second worst thing he’d ever had to endure. The worry of Harry, wondering how he was doing, worries of Remus, and how the moon was treating him, fantasies of Peter and when he’d see him being dragged through Azkaban’s walls ,  just as Sirius had been that fateful Halloween night. Seven long years before he saw Minerva again, seven long years before he learned the truth. 

Sirius lay on his cell floor, tracing the shape of a lightning bolt into the dust and grime on the floor. Eavesdropping on Guard Gossip™, semi-consciously remembering the guards patterns, when they switch, when they come back. Sirius doesn't talk much in Azkaban, when he does, his voice is scratchy and rough. He refuses to talk to the guards unless it’s with sass or something he knows will piss them off. He hears his insane cousin's laughter every once in a while, high and maniacal, annoying. Sirius has made many plans of escape, though not once has he ever gone through with one. Part of him believes he deserves to be here, for being naïve enough to suggest switching secret keepers. For being stupid enough. He tries not to but, the more he pushes those thoughts out, the more they come in. 

Sirius loses track of time in Azkaban. He loses track of a lot of things, his sanity being one of them. He thinks about Harry from time to time, but the dementors feed on happiness and that’s all that's attached to Harry. Happiness, Hope, Family, Unconditional Love. So he forces those out, being more careful, as with the Marauders and Lily and everyone else he has more than enough to spare but with Harry, the memories are so precious but they lack in quantity. 

Minerva hasn’t come back in years. Sirius knows that much, though he understands, times are tough, things are tense. He doesn't expect to see her anytime soon but of course, she exceeds his expectations. 

“Mr. Black.” A stern, familiar voice says through the now, heavily rusted window, screws coming off. Sirius jerks up into a sitting position, then hastily scrambles towards the window. “Prof-,” He coughs, his throat still rough from rarely being used, ”Professor.” Sirius hopes she's come with news, and she has, but not the kind he wants to hear. Sirius sees her look to the left then the right, she then hands him a large envelope. “Wait until I leave to open it.” She whispers to him, “Good luck.” Then, she turns and after 7 years, leaves again. 

Sirius looks at her with disbelief. Shock, and a little bit of anger, at her saying close to nothing then leaving. He stands there for a minute, letting himself process in waves. He then sits back on the floor, in a criss cross position, listens for guards, then as quietly as he can opens the envelope. Inside is a letter and a flannel, a flannel that smells familiar. Sirius decides to open the envelope first before digging into his memory and trying to place where the scent is from. 

The letter reads, 

Dear Sirius, 

I know this situation is shocking and quite frankly, I can’t believe I’m doing it either but Harry is in trouble and I know you will always have his best interest at heart. 

Sirius takes a deep breath in. 

Dumbledore has put him with Lily’s sister, Petunia and her husband. I’m sure you remember them. I’m sure you remember their take on witches and wizards. I have to keep this short but I have given you one of Harry’s flannels, he left it outside one night and on impulse I made my decision after witnessing something horrific. Vernon is the farthest thing from kind to the boy, he is vile and cruel. I will not stand by and watch a child be mistreated. He’s in Surrey, Number 4 Privet Drive. Use the flannel to guide you. Good luck, Sirius. 

Your friend,

Minerva McGonagall 

Fury. Pure fury runs through Sirius’ veins. The same fury he felt when he ran after Peter. Now that he knows the scent is Harry’s he can place it, the smell of grass, the wind, and something that makes his nose burn, bleach perhaps? 

Sirius sits there. Still. For minutes, hours, days, he doesn't know. He doesn't care. All he can focus on is Minerva’s letter. He knows what she means. He KNOWS what ‘mistreated’ means. He knows. He feels. He feels . There's a feeling in his chest. Something that feels like it’s sinking, feels like it's breaking. Feels like it’s tearing his whole being apart. What's left of it anyway. 

It takes him a long time to calm himself down. The fury, the sadness, the helplessness slowly, very slowly, dying down. He’s shifted to laying down, clutching Harry’s flannel in his hand. His eyes are clenched tight, so hard he sees shapes, thinks of his pup. With no one to comfort him, no one to love him. He knows how that feels. Knows what it does to someone. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not Harry. 

           Sirius has made a lot of escape plans, never going through with one. Until now. Sirius got lucky, Merlin seems to be on his side, tonight it’s raining. Which will make it easier for him to conceal the noises he makes, the harsh rain overshadowing them. He knows from the Guard Gossip™ that Dementors don’t pick up on animal souls, as many other Animagus’ have been caught, and they gossip and gossip about how stupid they are changing into humans at the last minute. So he uses that to his advantage. Remembering how the guards stations work, how long one stays at one station before going onto the next. What guards can do what, who is going to guard his hallway full of cells , of real criminals. 

        Sirius changed into Padfoot when dementors had been especially bad, making him relive his mother, relive seeing James’ and Lily’s face, seeing Harry’s face red and twisted in agony. Padfoot had always been a sort of safe haven for him, being able to relax and not think for a while. He had to change back before the guards could see him so no one knew he was an Animagus, he had done it unconsciously, his body semi consciously keeping that secret. Sirius used this to his advantage though, no one knew he was an Animagus so he could use that, and his severe weight loss, to escape. 

After seeing Minerva’s letter, Sirius had the idea to use Padfoot to escape and get to Harry. The guard who was patrolling his hallway was gone, lunch break, and it’d be 10 minutes before another came back so he had more than enough time to change into Padfoot, then get through the cells’ catflap. He just had to be careful not to run into anyone, guards or dementors. 

So, running on adrenaline and partly anger, Sirius shifted into Padfoot, making sure to have put the collar on beforehand, and tightening the flannel around it. He wiggled his way through the door's cat flap, being careful not to make much noise, and getting his fur pulled a little bit, in his defense, it’s a very tight fit. He finally got his body through, “Merlin’s sake,” Sirius grumbled in his head, already panting because of the sheer difficulty it took to squeeze Padfoot’s body through the tiny opening. 

Though he can’t stay still for long, the guards will be coming back, and it took him some time to get through the flap. Scrambling, Padfoot trots down the hallway to where he can see the nearest source of light, a window at the end, making sure to silence his footsteps as much as possible, to not disturb guards or other prisoners, the rain helping. The window is slightly open, for dementors to slip through, which is lucky for him. Once Padfoot reaches the window, he hears footsteps come from down the hall, “Hey!” A guard barks out at him, beginning to run towards him, “Shit!” Sirius’ mind reels, quickly pushing the window up with Padfoot’s head. “Come back here, Mutt!”

And just as the guard is only a couple feet away the window opens just enough for Padfoot’s malnourished body to be able to push himself out. Sirius knows the guard doesn't know it’s him, as if he did, he surely would’ve tried harder.. ?

Padfoot pushes himself through the window, not anticipating the drop, and feels the wind rush through his ears as he falls, hundreds of feet, he guesses. He can feel the wind under his skin, under his fur, and his body feels lightweight. But before long, Padfoot hits the cold water, it stings and tingles his skin, and he knows if he was maybe a floor above he would’ve hit the water and most likely died from the drop. Sirius can swim better as a dog, so he stays as Padfoot. Well that, and he doesn't dare risk the dementors wrath for escaping. The tide is rough and if he doesn't start swimming he risks being swept away to the rocks that lay at Azkaban's base. The water is icy and if it gets any colder, it’ll freeze over.

He’s shocked he pulled this off. That it was this easy. He allows himself a moment to celebrate, not being able to feel happiness or being able to celebrate for 7 years. 

Sirius knows they’ve figured it out by now, they cut his celebration short. He can hear the dementors' sickening call of wrathe, angry someone escaped, a siren’s call to a sailor. He can hear the alarms going off, seeing the red lights flash from the inside. Padfoot could hear the feet running through Azkaban, trying to find him. The horrified whispers of guards. 

Deciding not to stick around and see what happens, not wanting to be caught or worse, he decides to swim. The tide is rough and he struggles a bit swimming. The rain doesn't help much either, the water getting in his eyes, salt water and rain. Padfoot’s eyes burn and he struggles to keep them open. Padfoot swims, and swims, and swims. Swims until his arms tire and he feels himself sinking away, his hope sinking with them.

He’s starting to lose the adrenaline. Loses hope until he remembers Harry. Harry being mistreated. James’ sprog, being mistreated.  

It doesn't help his body much, but he’s much more determined. Much more ready to push through the sore muscles and burning eyes. 

He stops sometimes, to simply waddle in the water for a while, letting himself gain energy so he doesn't actually drown.

Padfoot swims until he sees land, it takes him a while. The rain continues to pour, but softens slightly. 

Land gets closer, Padfoot gains hope. Sirius gains determination. 

Once the shore gets close enough, Padfoot lets himself push harder, swims faster. Use more muscle and energy. Lets himself dream of freedom. 

The shore is so close Padfoot can feel sand under his feet, the water starting to lower and lower until it’s just sand. 

He did it. He escaped Azkaban. 

Sirius transforms back to a human, and lays there on the sand. Lays there in his rags, with sand in his hair. 

He bursts into laughter, “Merlin! I did it,” The laughter builds, “I actually did it!” He’s almost hysterical, the laughter building until it becomes silent and more of a wheeze, honestly, than an actual laugh. His hands cradle his face and he sits up, laughing and laughing. Out of shock, out of happiness. Happy to be free, even if he’s sitting on.. Wet sand. In rags.

He sits and laughs for a long time. He’s not sure for how long, or why, really. Just knows that he’s not there anymore, and if he’s lucky, he’ll never have to go back. 

He sits there for a while, breathing the air, smelling the rain, feeling it soak his clothes. Sits and thinks, then remembers. He has the collar around his neck, he gets a whiff of the flannel and remembers why he’s here. Why he escaped. Who he escaped for.

Sirius finally gets up from his position on the sand, ignoring the protest from his body and walks to the edge of the beach, careful not to be seen by any muggles, though he doesn't worry much, people will probably chalk him up to being homeless. Sirius walks to a bus stop, needing shelter from the rain, and unties the flannel from around the collar. Harry’s flannel. 

It gives him hope. It strengthens Sirius’ resolve, a resolve he thought he’d long lost. He rubs the cloth between his fingers, taking in the texture beneath his thumbs. Taking in the scent.

Sirius doesn't care that it’s raining. Rain is just water, and although Sirius has had enough of the sea, or any kind of water, for a lifetime, he can’t find it in him to care. 

Transforming back to Padfoot, after tying the flannel to his collar again, with a new feeling in his chest, one that makes him feel light. Makes him feel like he’s floating. Makes him feel alive again, not just a husk of a human.

With those new feelings, he sets off to find Harry.

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Of Boy Bands and Crushes.

A Marauders Era fanfiction.

Talks of Unafraid Queerness, Boy Bands, British Typical Swearing and Jokes, and bullying.

“Listen, Minnie.” James started, causing a snicker to leave Sirius’ mouth as he paced their head of house’s office, arms spread out ready for a miraculous speech to (hopefully) save their arses. Normally, Remus and Peter would also be dragged into their daft, failed pranks and hexes, but as far as Sirius was aware, Remus was being a tad boring studying with Evans in the library and Peter was in the kitchens with a Hufflepuff he fancied. “I get it, I get that you’re wondering: ‘Oh, what could two handsome blokes, chaps, geniuses even, such as James and Sirius ever do wrong?-’”

He had started, but Minnie had cut them off. She was scoffing, though it was clear to Sirius that she had a rather fondness in her eyes to the two fourth years.

“The fact is, James, that you both did something wrong. You practically humiliated poor Slughorn. Come on, boys, it’s ridiculous. Something as childish as a muggle whoopee cushion?! How could you possibly find that funny?” Sirius and James both snickered at the memory. They had placed it on his seat in the Great Hall, believing it to have been the perfect crime. But somehow, Minnie had just known it was them.

Remus had introduced them to the whoopee cushion. Apparently he had found it whilst shopping with his mum. Sirius could hardly even believe the muggles had come up with something that genius! Trust their Moony to know that this was the perfect set up for pranks.

“Aww, come on Minnie! It was pretty funny.” Sirius chimed in, moving to defend his brother in arms. It was just an innocent prank, in comparison to the other ones they had pulled with their friends. Moony was normally the brains behind their antics. “Besides, even you know we’ve done worse!”

Minnie couldn’t argue with that.

They had successfully managed to get out with an extra essay for transfiguration.

"I'd say that went well!" James cheered as they met with Moony and Wormtail, the four of them now walking down the hallway together. They, as usual, had their arms slung around each other. "Minnie's a cheeky lass, ain't she?"

"I still can't believe you did the whoopee cushion prank without me." Moony chimed in, a teasing grin on his face. It was rare that Moony smiled so close to the full moon. Normally it caused him too much pain, so the only emotion present on his face was pain. "Proper violation of our friendship, that is."

It hurt them to see him so sick and frail - so they normally made it their task to cheer him up.

"Never mind that, Moons! We still have so many professors to do it too- or we could do it to Snivellus? What about that?!" James grinned, the very thought of pissing Snape off brought joy to him and Sirius.

At first they tended to avoid him. Sure, he was definitely a stuck up bastard who was more attached to Evans than she was to him. None of them liked him, but they had turned to harassment when he had started to call Moony slurs and just being downright mean to him.

"And just as Evans is beginning to warm up to Moony, you prank Snape." Peter laughed, causing Pads to grin and ruffle his hair.

"Wormy! I don't think Remus could get Evans off of him if he tried. He's the only one who will study with her." Sirius joked. Remus and Evans were both insane study warts.

"That's not true-."

"Sure it ain't mate. Have to say, I am rather jealous." James chimed in to Sirius and Remus' debacle.

"Ah yes, Prongs is still infatuated with her daring red hair." Sirius laughed, pulling off his scarf and wrapping it around Remus's head. "Oh, Evans! Won't you dance with me?" He grabbed Moony's hand and pulled him ahead of them, twirling him around and dipping him dramatically.

"Padfoot!" Remus laughed, shoving him off and whacking him with the scarf playfully. "Just because that's what James fantasizes about in his wildest dreams doesn't mean I want a part of it." He chuckled whilst Sirius gasped in mock offense.

"Why Moony, I am hurt. Can't you see my undying love for you?" James then interrupted, wrapping his arms around both of their necks.

"Yeah, Moony! Haven't you seen? Sirius is more in love with you than he was that woman in the old muggle magazine. What was her name?"

"We don't talk about her, Prongs." Sirius grimaced, as if reliving a past memory that he wanted to forget.

"If anything I'm surprised he had a magazine of anyone other than Queen or the Beatles." Peter chuckled, shaking his head slightly at the memory of the concerts he and Remus had to constantly endure from James and Sirius.

They had them in the common room sometimes, too.

"Oh, if only Remus would look at me the same way he looks at Bowie." Sirius sighed longingly, before following on flipping his hair rather dramatically and glancing at Remus, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Practically stripping the bloke naked with his eyes."

Remus, in return, scoffed and shoved him playfully. "You can piss off. His level of attractiveness is unmatched."

James laughed his loud, boisterous laugh that they had all come to love. "Oh yeah, mate! Bowie's well fit." He nudged Remus, before adjusting his own tie as he glanced at someone in the hallway.

"Oh really? I thought you had a thing for certain Slytherins."

James choked. Remus knew how to stoop to another level.

"Please, Moony. Prongs, with a Slytherin?" Sirius picked the conversation right back up, seemingly oblivious to James' unrequited crush on two people. One of them being in fact a Slytherin, (and Sirius' brother but hey he didn't have to know that.) "Do you have a secret crush on Snivellus?"

James chuckled. "Oh sod off, you twat."

Yeah, they had a lot to work on.

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Sorry you're not feeling well! Can I request the Marauders walking in on a friend-Perhaps a crush of one of the boys- passed out in the floor by the fireplace, glasses askew, asleep on her book with a blanket on her. Bonus points if she's plus size.💖 ty!

Sweet Dreams

James Potter x fem!reader

It was the middle of night, the sky clear, allowing the moon's light to reach the Gryffindor common room.

Filled with the small snores of a sleeping figure and the crackling sound of fire, the room was engulfed in light and heat.

Other than that, the only other sound was the muttering of the house ghost, Sir Nicholas (or also known as Nearly Headless Nick), in his sleep.

The Maradaurs had just walked into the maroon-painted hangout, sleepy and tired of their late night prank, where they had filled Filch's (The horrible caretaker) room with dungeon dunks.

And had filled up his crime and punishment slips with the following:

Name: Funky Filch

Crime: Sucks

Punishment: Dunk

They had glued hundreds slips all over the halls and corridor, the doors to every classroom and even the floors leading to the Great Hall.

Sirius had an arm thrown on the shoulders of both Peter and Remus, listing of his thoughts on everyone's reaction.

"Merlin's beard, I wonder what Dumbledore will think of the one we glued on his chair?" He laughed, his eyes becoming way to heavy to open.

Remus had a hand on Sirius's back and chest, holding him up straight and catching him if he fell. James seemed to have stopped at the bottom of the stairs and was leaning and falling asleep on the wall.

"Wait, wait, wait! Whose that?" Sirius said as he pointed towards the fireplace. Shocking everyone awake including James, who had hardly fell and hit his head with a loud thud that made the boys wince, the boys turned and faced the direction to where Sirius was pointing.

"Oh!" James said blinking stupidly, all trace of sleepiness blown away.

"Oh?" Remus, Peter and Sirius repeated in a questioning tone.

"Do you know who that is?" Remus asked as he adjusted his grip on the elder Black.

"Oh, yeah. That's Y/n." James said shifting in his stance and facing the sleeping girl.

She seemed to have fallen asleep on the floor, a book lying on her chest, covering her mouth. A few books and parchments were scattered next to her.

The blanket tangled, only reaching her legs. Her shirt scrunched and ridden up high, revealing her sides, her glasses all the way down to the tip of her nose, only being held up by the edge of the book.

"That's Y/n?! The Y/n?! " Sirius gasped and whisper-shouted as James's eyes widened and gluped. "Yeah." He said his eyes shifting towards his other two friends who were staring at both him and Sirius with a confused expression.

"Whose Y/n?" Peter asked as all three boys faced the Stag animagus.

"She's a-She's a-uhm...She is just someone I know, she kind of helped me with my Transfiguration essay last week when Moony decided to go play pretty little prefect." James said slightly annoyed at the last part.

Remus huffed and reminded James that he couldn't just drop everything and help them whenever they bloody wanted him too.

Remus and Peter began helping Sirius up the stairs again and stopped short when they turned and realised James wasn't behind them.

"You coming, Prongs?" Remus asked looking back at the bottom of the stairs where James was staring at his feet absentmindedly.

"Oh yeah, I think I left my wand uh back. You head up." James said and watched as Sirius pushed his head back, behind Remus to look at him with a teasing grin, he sent an open-mouthed wink at him and nodded.

"Well make sure you don't get- padfoot!" Remus ended shouting as Sirius had grabbed both him and Wormtail's hands and rushed them to their dorm.

James slowly walked towards Y/n, in a totally non-creepy way and looked down at her sleeping figure.

He layed down next to her face and started making ridiculous faces and waving his hands a couple times to make sure she was truly asleep.

He then slowly got up and looked around, he grabbed a pillow of the couch and was about to place under head but stopped when he realised it wouldn't be pleasant.

It was a small square couch pillow, he had the same ones back home and he knew just exactly how uncomfortable they were and how sore they made your neck in the morning.

Without even thinking he ran up the stairs and slowing down once he reached his dorm and opened the creaking door.

Both Remus and Peter were asleep in their beds whereas Sirius was loudly snoring on the floor head rested on a pile of dirty clothes.

He guessed Sirius was being too difficult and Remus just dropped him whereas Peter was too tired to care.

Carefully and silently stepping over Sirius, James warily treaded towards his bed and quickly grabbed his pillows and blankets.

He then ran back down and dumped it all on the couch. He stared down at the girl and his eyes caught the red lines that littered her curvy sides.

At first he believed they were scratches, it was only when he had squatted down and traced few with his thumb, did he realize they were stretch marks.

He slowly traced the red lines with his thumb, mesmerised and only stopped when he reached her pants's waistband and registered that he had been touching Y/n inappropriately and unconsenually.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" He rambled quietly and immediately pulled the girls shirt down as he apologised to her sleeping figure.

He pulled out her blanket and covered her properly, tucking it under her feet, still apologising for touching her and telling her that he didn't mean to, his face flushing with each word.

He grabbed one of his pillows and paused, he gave it a sniff test making sure it didn’t stink with sweat and once his mental battle of whether his shampoo-smelling pillow was good enough, he slowly and carefully held her head up, slid the pillow under it and softly layed it back down.

He pushed all her hair above the pillow so that it wouldn't hurt or bother her if she wished to switch sides.

He then carefully removed the book on her chest making sure to look away from her chest. He froze in his place when Y/n made a sound in her sleep. He paused the book inches from her face, his face expressing both shock and worry.

He gulped and slowly pulled the book back and shut it, picking up all the other books that surrounded her and placing them on top of each other on a nearby drink table.

He stacked the parchments together trying to put them in the correct order but didn't know which went where so he just hoped she would know.

He then removed her glasses and cleaned them before placing them on top of the books so that they are visible. James knew that she wasn't as blind as he was and would be able too see them.

He once again started apologising as he placed a hand on Y/n's forehead to check if the fireplace was warming her too much and if he should push her slightly away from it or blow it out.

When he checked her temperature was fine he sighed and sat down on the couch. Y/n shifted in her sleep, gripping the blanket and turning to face James's side.

The said boy's eye widened for a spilt second, his heart beating out of his chest. He sat there not breathing, afraid if he made the slightest noise she'd wake up.

He allowed himself to breathe a few seconds later. He kicked off his shoes grabbing his spare pillow and blanket and deciding to sleep in the couch next to Y/n.

He turned to the side facing the girls face memorising her every feature. She was gripping the blanket all the way to her chin.

He wondered if she was still cold and if he should give her his blanket but then wondered if the two blankets and fire would make her uncomfortably sweat in her sleep.

He went with safest option and kept his blanket. As he stared at her face, sleep began to grip him and slowly began to pull him under till all he could see was darkness. All he could hope for is that she was comfortable.

Y/n hazily began to wake up her eyes yet to open. Her first since was the feeling of the carpet under her. The second being the smell of Mango's that filled her nostrils. She slightly pushed her face into the pillow and inhaled the cosy and pleasant smell.

The third was the terrifying sound of snoring next to her, at first her mind woke with idea she had slept with someone last night but no memory followed this idea.

Maybe I got drunk?

You don't drink! You can't stand the taste of alcohol.

Her mind battled every option until she finally got the courage to open an eye and get a peak of the sleeping human next to her.

She let out a startled squeak and jumped back when she met with James Potter very close face. She looked around frantically and relaxed when she saw she was very much dressed and in the common room.

I must've fell asleep while studying she thought.

She slowly got up, raised her pants brushed down her shirt and hair before looking around for her glasses.

Once she found them and put them getting a much clearer vision of her surrounding. With her mind properly awake she was able to getnher bearings straight.

She first checked her watch, which informed her it was six-twelve and others should start waking up in fourty or so minutes.

She stared at the sleeping boy tilting her head in thought. "Did he do all this?" She whispered to the quiet room.

Skimming her eyes at the blanket, the books, the parchments, the Mango-smelling pillow that definitely wasn't hers.

"You should've seen him," A voice creeped behind Y/n, making her slightly scream. Thankfully the boy didn't wake up, Y/n turned to glare at whoever was behind her and faced Nicholas.

"Sir Nicholas, was it truly necessary to creep up on me?" She said a hand placed on her chest and another on her hip.

"I'm sorry, dear. It been a long time, someone times I forget I am a ghost." He said tiredly.

He motioned towards James with his head and spoke, "He covered you and organised your stuff, rushing from one side to the other trying to make comfortable. Woke me up with his bloody muttering. Kept apologising for accidently touching you or something." Nick said making Y/n face with wide eyes.

Before she could ask what he meant floated away and through the wall. She pulled her hair up and tied with the band on her wrist.

She then folded the blanket, grabbed her stuff and took them back to her room.

Minutes she was dressed in her uniform and standing a front of James, his pillow being crushed in her arms.

"James." She tried quietly. She didn't want to wake him but she wanted to give him back the pillow and thank him but he also had to wake up to get ready for class.

"James...James." She said and when she began nudging harder he fell off the couch, making Y/n step back, and woke up.

"W-what?"

"Hi." Y/n said with a small wave and a sheepish smile. "Sorry for uhm making you fall." She apologised.

"No, no it's fine. Hi." He said as he scrambled to brush down his clothes and run his fingers through his hair.

"I wanted to say thanks." She said and tried to clarified once he face scrunched up in confusion. "For uh-" She stammered her face heating up as she presented his pillow to him.

"Oh. That. Don't mention it. Sleep well?" He said as he took his pillow. "Yes, very much. Thank you." She replied with a soft smile.

They stood there awkwardly for a few before moments before Y/n broke the silence.

"I should let..let you get ready." She said as she pushed herself to walk away, ignoring the little tinge her heart.

"Wait!" He said loudly and abruptly. "Sorry, uhm...Do you." He said then stopped, he took a deep breath and rid his mind of 'What if's'.

"Do you want to go out with me the next Hogsmeade?" He said licking his lips. He stared at Y/n's wide eyes and 'O' shaped mouth, his heart rate increasing.

"I'd love to." She said after a moment shaking off the shock. "Brilliant!" He said letting out a reliefed laugh.

"PRONGS?!" Someone shouted upstairs.

"You should go....I'll see you later?" Y/n said as James grabbed his stuff and nodded frantically.

"Yes! I'll see you at Breakfast!" He stated happily before running up the stairs. Both parting with huge goofy smiles on their faces.

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.@twilightlover2007 hope you liked it.

[sliebman10]

Tiger, Tiger

Dear Padfoot,

I miss you. I miss you in my bed. It's so quiet here with only my dad. I wish you could visit. September 1st seems so far away.

I was going through my mum's books and I found this poem that reminded me of you:

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?...

I don't really understand what it means but I do understand that you burn the brightest, like your namesake. And we run together in the forest.

Anyway. Forgive me. Being apart makes me sentimental. I hope you're enjoying the endless Quidditch training with Prongs. You'll have ridiculous muscles next time I see you.

Miss you.

XO

Moony

@wolfstarmicrofic

[padfootastic]

currently imagining james with a crooked nose—

(you know that kid never once sat still, he was constantly jumping and running around and definitely broke more than one bone before coming to hogwarts. and then he probably got hit in the nose multiple times with the quaffle or a bludger during quidditch (maybe even the random punch or two) and after multiple attempts of basically microdosing him with skele-grow, madam pomfrey just threw her hands up and let him walk around with the bump in his nose ‘since you’re not bothered all that much anyway’)

—and sirius, with his perfect bone structure and perfect nose and perfect everything else, being so fascinated with it

running his finger over the bump all the time

not able to stop himself from staring at james’ in class (‘oi padfoot, focus on your potion before it boils over and eats through your shoes. prongs’ face won’t save you if that happens’)

placing little butterfly kisses all over james’ face, but specifically the bridge of his nose.

james is entirely bemused but not unappreciative of this attention. he’s never cared too much about the crookedness, took it in stride like everything else—he’s too confident not to—but the way sirius, well, worships him, he can’t help but feel loved and appreciated. didn’t even know he wanted it until it happened.

x

(also imagine someone innocently asks him if he’ll ever consider a nose job or whatever the magical equivalent of it is one time and sirius going absolutely feral at the person for even daring to bring it up.)

‘how dare you imply james is anything but perfect?’ ‘that’s not what i—’ ‘you could only dream of having such a beautiful nose. keep your disgusting suggestions to yourself.’

‘a nose job,’ he scoffs to himself later as he’s sitting comfortably in james’ lap, ‘can you imagine the audacity?’

james is trying hard not to laugh at the look on sirius’ face, ‘don’t you think you were too harsh on them, love?’

‘i think i wasn’t harsh enough actually,’ sirius retorts before leaning up to drop the sweetest kiss on james’ perfect crooked nose, ‘don’t you dare even think of doing something like that, you hear me?’

‘you know that’s my nose, right, pads?’ james asks mildly, not that he cares but it’s fun riling sirius up, ‘i should be able to change it if i wished to. what if it makes me feel ugly?’

‘then i clearly haven’t done a good enough job of showing you how much i adore it. and you,’ sirius mutters, a dark frown on his face

james can’t help but laugh then and tightens the arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist, pressing a brief kiss to his, frankly adorable, pout.

‘i’m just messing with you, baby, i’m not gonna touch the darn thing.’

‘good. it’s mine.’ and that doesn’t even make sense, not in the least, but james still feels so bloody fond of this ridiculous human being, loves that he gets to see this petulant, childish, dramatic side of sirius black. the feeling only intensifies as sirius kisses him possessively again, on the tip of his nose this time.

[maraudersftw]

Glazed Glory

Hello, friends! This is my tribute to Shirtless James Potter May, which is now definitely a Thing™

Dedicated to all my lovely Jily Discord buddies! And special thanks to @mppmaraudergirl @the-dream-team @constancezin and @blitheringmcgonagall for making this happen.

“YES!”

A screech tears from her throat, excited and giddy and decidedly drunk, as the small ping-pong ball lands neatly inside the cup of beer across the table. Her partner’s roar of triumph is followed by an enthusiastic slap of hi-five that has her reeling, the blazing heat of his palm rather delicious against her own.

Quite generously, he decides to bestow more of this warmth onto her person when he lifts her off her feet, mad and grinning, arms tight around her waist. His cheeks, ruddy from all the drinks he’s downed, accompanied by the dazzling brightness of hazel eyes, causes something to clench painfully inside her.

He’s just a mate. He’s just a mate.

“James!” she yells, half-laughing, fully breathless. “Put me down, you big buffoon.”

“We won! Again!” he grins, letting her feet touch the floor after another spin.

Before she can so much as inwardly lament on the loss of his comforting warmth, a pair of lips land on her cheek. Heart thundering, she forgets how to breathe, a reaction that is by no means justified given the sloppy, open-mouthed, intoxicated nature of the kiss.

A kiss that is not even a kiss because it leaves her lips feeling petulantly ignored.

“You…are fucking brilliant, Evans,” James slurs, entirely oblivious to what he’s just gone and done. She can only stare at him with poorly-hidden surprise, face blazing, warmer and warmer by the second.

“Er, thank you,” she sputters eventually, immensely grateful that everyone around them seems too drunk to pay their little interaction any mind.

“Another game!” James announces.

But she can’t; it’s impossible now.

“I think I’m done for the night,” she tells him, fingers brushing over his arm apologetically. “I’ve had too much to drink already.”

“WHAT?” he shrieks, betrayed, glasses sliding off nose. “You can’t ditch me now, Evans! We’re this close to being named The Hogwarts Beer Pong Champions.”

“Winning the Quidditch Championship wasn’t enough for you?” she laughs, hands rising above her head to point at the banners and streamers dangling from the common room ceiling.

“Oh yeah,” he blinks, grins blindingly. “I’d almost forgotten about that. Next year is going to be even more amazing. We’re going to win all the matches!”

“I have full faith.”

James smiles, triggering that annoyingly familiar tumble in her stomach. “You sure you don’t want to play?”

“I’m sure. Why don’t you ask Sirius? He’s probably withered away to ash without you by now.”

“Good call,” he says, instantly cupping his palms around his mouth. “Padfoot! Up for a round?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

She saunters over to the drinks table as Sirius walks by to take her place, casually ruffling her hair as he passes by. “What’s the damage, Evans?”

She makes a show of observing James. “Mm, five shots from blackout.”

“Excellent. Gotta bring that down to one.”

“All the best.”

Sirius adopts a ridiculously fierce expression as he joins James, facing off against two fifth-years. “Let’s take them down, Prongs!”

She chuckles quietly at the silliness, fingers pulling out a bottle of butterbeer despite her previous proclamations of having had enough alcohol for the night. With some sensible distance yawning open between her and the stupidly affectionate Quidditch captain, oxygen is easier to draw inside. She sighs, chilling the bottle with a quick wave of wand.

With sixth-year coming to an end, she feels the significance of everything the past year has brought to her life rather tremendously, but especially on the James Potter front. While being his friend has been an experience she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world—well, it’s also a lie, because there is one thing she would trade it for: being more than his friend.

But she worries, quite justifiably, that they’ve already crossed a phase too many in such a short span of time to tease at their dynamics any more. There’s a strange fluttering in her chest every time her eyes land on crazy hair and goofy grins that she knows certainly aren’t friendly reactions though.  

She’s distracted from her thoughts by a sudden wave of excited hoots that ring out through the room. Curiosity piquing, she twists around to spot the fuss, eyes immediately flying to the beer pong table because there’s no doubt that that’s where the eye of the storm lies.

At the sight, the bottle of butterbeer almost slips from her fingers.

James stands, eyes even more glazed than before, crooked grin splitting over his face, bursting with laughter as he chest bumps Sirius. And if she hadn’t already noticed it before (she most certainly had) the action draws her gaze to his very sweaty, very bare chest, no doubt the target of the still ringing catcalls. She watches, mouth completely dry as the muscles in his abdominals ripple with movement when he runs a hand through his hair. It’s almost as if her ogling registers on his radar, because half a second later, James is looking at her.

She immediately lifts the bottle to her lips, hiding the awe-struck expression behind tinted glass. Fuck, was he fit! She’d guessed as much, of course; it was impossible not to when she hugged the boy as often as she did, but knowing and seeing, it turned out, were vastly different things.

“Lily!” he slurs, tongue rolling over the name as he walks over. “We trounced them. Did you see?”

“I think Evans was rather occupied with seeing something else,” Sirius smirks, the look he throws her entirely too knowing.

She takes another swig, unable to reply, unable to breathe, unable to think with James standing so close. The heat rolls off of him in waves, as sweltering as the fireplace in the room. To make matters worse, he raises his hand, swipes a thumb over her cheek. “You’re so red.”

She mumbles something unintelligibly while Sirius snickers.

“Sorry?”

“I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed.”

And before either of them can protest, she chugs the rest of the beer and all but bolts from the party, heart pounding mercilessly in her ears. She almost makes it to the third step of the girl’s staircase before a hand wraps around her wrist, the warmth of the touch telling her enough. “James,” she sighs, turning around.

“Are you mad at me?” His brows pull together, sweat dripping from his hairline, down the side of his face, over that strong neck to pool into the hollow of his collar bone. She swallows, wondering if it would look too weird if she reaches up and licks it away.

Probably.

“No,” she wheezes.

He steps closer, makes it worse. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

She looks at him then—of course, she does—and something like adoration bursts inside her. “I’m not mad at you, James. You’re just too distracting right now.”

“What?”

Some remnant of Gryffindor courage has her reaching forward, placing a palm over his chest. She feels it, right beneath her skin, when the beat of his heart alters rhythm. “You’re quite shirtless, if you haven’t noticed.”

A rush of breath tickles the top of her head.

“Lily,” James breathes, fingers drifting to her waist, and when she catches his eye again, the look in them has changed wholly. Any previous glaze is wiped clean, replaced by some brightness that wars with the expanding darkness of his irises. “Will you—”

“Wait!” she says, almost moaning when his fingers squeeze her hip. “Not like this. Not now. We’re drunk.”

“I—” he looks down, eyes on her mouth, and she thinks he’ll lean forward anyway, kiss her anyway, fuck it all. It isn’t until he sighs, deep and resigned, that she realizes she wouldn’t have minded. “Yeah, alright.”

“James.”

“Yeah?”

She smiles, slow and confident, because now she knows, and leans forward to brush her lips over his cheek. The hints of stubble feel delectably coarse against her mouth, and even more so when he groans somewhere at the back of his throat. She pulls back sluggishly, weak in the face of her own want. “Ask me later,” she whispers.

James watches dazedly as she takes a step back, then another. Eventually, he finds his smile. “I’ll hold you to that, Evans.”

“You’d better.”

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Congrats!! Prompt: Lily + green + bittersweet

@elizabeth-dicewielder i hope you like this!!

“Congrats, Potter!”

“Well done, Captain!”

“Excellent match, James, you deserved the win!”

“Gryffindor for the win! Prongs, you wonderful, fucking talented bastard!”

Lily snorted to herself as she watched Sirius Black shove aside the groupie that had been hounding his friend since he had entered the Gryffindor Common Room. He smacked James Potter on the back and the two boys embrace enthusiastically.

“You were on the team too, you idiot!” James laughed.

“You won the game for us!” Sirius Beamed back. “Here, have some firewhisky, you deserve it.”

He shoved a bottle of the amber liquid at Potter, who grinned and raised it, clinking Sirius’s glass.

“Cheers! Here’s to beating those Ravenclaws!”

Lily let her eyes linger on the Captain’s muscular forearms, on his athletic shoulders, which looked ready to burst through his skin-tight quidditch uniform, the way it hugged the outline of his pecs and abdominal muscles, his muscular calves, his-

“Lily, you’re staring.”

Mary MacDonald’s voice sounded amused. Even now Lily was reluctant to tear her eyes away.

“Very obviously staring. You seem very, er, thirsty. Shall we get you a drink?”

Mary was outright laughing at her. Lily’s sharp elbow dug into her annoying friend’s side and Mary yelped in surprise.

“I’ll get it myself, you muppet!” Lily said, trying to keep her expression neutral even as she felt herself turning red.

“You’re very pretty when you blush, Evans.”

She turned around, heat rising, and gave Sirius Black a condescending glance, before downing an entire glass of firewhisky in one go. The golden liquid made her throat burn, her eyes sting. She didn’t splutter or cough once. She watched Sirius’ gaze, impressed, his expression softening a bit.

“Fuck off,” she said, when she could speak.

“Don’t you like being complimented?” he said with a smirk.

“Not particularly,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes good naturedly. “Would you like it if I said you were looking pretty?”

He made a face.

“Not particularly,” he said, laughing.

She laughed too, twisting the glass in her hand.

“You do look well, Evans,” the dark haired boy said. “Trying to impress anyone?”

She had worn a muggle outfit, a long, boho dress in very fine crepe de chine polyester fabric with swirls of sea green, bright pink, cornflower blue. Her hair was long and wavy, the dark auburn colour highlighting her emerald eyes. She had worn it become she looked almost ethereal in it, stunning, and because...

Her eyes fell on the Gryffindor captain again, who was linking arms with a tall, dark-haired witch, a Seventh Year girl, who was also on the Quidditch team. She looked wonderful and they looked well together, happy, laughing, contented.

She had only found out they were dating when she had seen Potter pull her in for a quick kiss. Dorcas had confirmed it, sensitively. She had dropped her glass of butterbeer, smashing it on the floor. And replaced it with something stronger.

“They look well together,” she said.

She was still twisting the glass in her hand.

Sirius looked over at his friend. He shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s great,” he said. Noncommittal.

“I’m glad he’s happy.”

If Fifth Year Lily could have seen herself now at the start of Seventh Year, the bittersweet tone of her voice, longing in her eyes, brooding facial expression... she’s have been stunned.

“You are in your arse,” said Sirius.

She stared back at him, preparing herself to look highly offended. But...

“Come on, Evans, don’t be a coward,” Sirius Black’s grey eyes flashing, full of challenge.

“Look. I’m glad he’s happy, I’m not lying, alright? I just... I just wish I was the one making him happy. Satisfied?”

She sighed and poured herself another drink. She couldn’t believe she had just said it. Must be the alcohol.

“That’s my girl, a true Gryffindor,” Sirius said, his grey eyes alight now, twinkling dangerously.

“If you fucking say a word to him, I swear to you-“

“My lips are sealed, Evans,” he said, putting his arm around her and squeezing her shoulder tightly. “He’s my best friend, but that doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot. And anyway, we’re friends too now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I think we are, Padfoot,” she said, using the nickname she had heard for the past two years.

“One of these days I’ll explain where that comes from,” Sirius said, barking a laugh as he took her hand and led her to the centre of the Common Room, where numerous couples had started to slow dance. “Sometimes When We Touch” came on the magical record player.

“Come on then, Evans, a dance for old time’s sake, seeing as we’re mates. It’ll cheer you up. Do it for me. I’m thwarted in love and drowning my own sorrows. Help a chap, would you?”

“Oh?” she was surprised that the suave, charming but aloof boy was opening up to her of all people. He hadn’t liked her last year, but they had grown closer since then, realising they had much in common.

“Oh fine, Sirius, just because you asked nicely,” she said, pushing his arm playfully, slightly less morose than before.

“Excellent,” he said, putting his arms around her waist.

She didn’t see the flash of mischief in his eyes.

The lyrics played...

At times I'd like to break you

And drive you to your knees

At times I'd like to break through

And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you

And I know how hard you've tried

I've watched while love commands you

And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters

Still searching for a friend

A brother or a sister

But then the passion flares again

James Potter was now staring at his attractive friend, holding onto Evans’ waist, Evans who looked bloody gorgeous in her beautiful muggle dress, like a vision... wait, what? And Sirius still wearing his tight Quidditch gear, which for some bloody stupid godforsaken reason he seemed to have charmed to fit him too tightly, look at his bloody arse that was fucking ridiculous, and WHAT DO YOU MEAN “THEN THE PASSION FLARES”!?!?!

Lily Evans had her head on Sirius’ chest, a glass of firewhisky still in her hand, the other one looping casually around his friend’s neck. Occasionally they murmured something between them, both of them giggling aloud, intimate, serene. Playfully swatting each other, Sirius whispering in her ear, Lily’s neck arching backwards, her eyes closed blissfully...

And sometimes when we touch

The honesty's too much

And I have to close my eyes and hide

I wanna hold you 'til I die

'Til we both break down and cry

I wanna hold you 'til the fear in me subsides

Sirius caught him staring and smiled back, smug, with a barely raised eyebrow.

James stared back, raising both brows, surprise, trying a feigned indifference. Trying, and failing.

What the fuck, his look said, I didn’t know you fancied Lily?

Maybe I do, Sirius Black’s eyes challenged. You’re over her anyway.

Potter sweeps a hand over his face in desperation.