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throped · 1 year ago

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Never Glory - Chapter 2

Tom riddle x reader

TW: blood, gore, death all that stuff.

The sounds of birds chirping woke me up. Again. It was annoying at this point and I refrained from cursing those blasted birds into silence. Oh well, guess I have to get up anyway.

I walked towards the mirror in my room and looked at myself. Back to 15 I guess. I struggled to get everything to fit into my suitcase but in the end, it all fit with the help of some magic. Just then, I heard Noctis fly into my bedroom and give a little chirp. Now that's a bird's voice that I actually enjoy. "Oh Noctis! What you got there?" I said as I gently took the letter out of Noctis' beak. "It's from Albus Dumbledore! Probably confirming my application to Hogwarts!" I squealed, my voice a little higher since I'm back to 15.

I read through the letter and indeed found out that I had been accepted due to Dumbledore of course. Headmaster Dippet had already set my position in Hogwarts up. And to my uttermost surprise, Dumbledore knew that I was going to come to Hogwarts. "Should've suspected it," I said to myself. Once again, the old man really was incredibly wise.

I got dressed and ventured out to Diagon Alley, making way through the the crowd of people, shopping for whatever reason. I turned to Ollivanders to get a new wand. Ollivander was but another person who knew about my immortality but I promise you that that's it! Only him and Dumbledore knew. Moving on, I opened the door to the slightly ragged shop and greeted Ollivander.

"Oh Y/N, dear! Been quite long since I've seen you. I see that your returning to Hogwarts?" He asked. I smiled and said, "Yep, thought I needed a change and I just have this gut feeling that something bad is going to happen this year," I said, not wanting to give too much information about my visions.

"Right, well, have you changed your identity yet?" He asked while sorting out which wand would be right for me. "Oh yes! Call me Daena L/N," I said proudly.

"Well Daena, I have just the right wand for you. Go ahead and try it," he said. I carefully took the wand into my own hands and gave it a swift flick and then proceeded to see that a glass vase in the shop just broke. "Whoops, sorry," I said shamefully.

"Not to worry, I have another that may work but there's quite a slim chance," He said as he handed me yet another wand. I studied it and it felt quite light in the hands. the design of it was also wonderful. I yet again gave it a swift flick and it suddenly illuminated a broken lamp sitting beside Ollivander.

Ollivander furrowed his eyebrows and said, "That is quite strange. No wonder it's you though."

"What's strange," I asked in pure confusion. "You see, this wand is the last one out of a group of three," he said, "I gave one to another student not so long ago, maybe a few years back."

I stared off and silently thought about who could have the brother of my wand. "Oh well, that's that. I'll be heading off now. Thanks Ollivander, bye!" I broke the silence. Although Ollivander was deep in thought, he said his parting nonetheless.

"How peculiar," I said to myself after that interaction.

My eyes started to wander to some other shops in which I collected the items I needed. I had enough money of course, considering I had a job and my inheritance from my parents who were rich purebloods. The goblins at Gringotts bank still refused to even tell me their names centuries ago and I don't think they'd be pleased with the fact that I'm still alive to this very day.

I ventured into a pet shop where I got another pet. It was a snake which definitely was not permitted on Hogwarts grounds. But it was so cute I simply couldn't leave it stranded there! Probably getting a horrid owner in the future. It had blood red eyes and was literally just black in color. Still to me, the snake was pretty. I named it Kaiser as I had heard that name a few years ago in a book I was reading. It didn't hold much meaning but I still named it that nonetheless.

"Aren't you a pretty little creature," I smiled as I looked at the snake at eye level. "I'm going to name you Kaiser," I spoke.

"I like that name," hissed the snake much to my surprise.

"W-what, is it just me or are you talking," I said, in complete shock. "It's not you. Your a parseltongue," It hissed once again. My heartbeat rose, "you mean, I can speak to snakes?" I asked, remembering a book I read which mentioned parseltongues and their origins.

"Precisssely," Kaiser hissed. "Well, that's fun. I guess I have an animal to talk to now," I spoke, still in complete shock. I realized that some strangers around me were looking at me weirdly. Oh, I was speaking another language.

No wonder.

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I mean, that wasn't bad?

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prosepoetryanddrama · 5 months ago

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Sirius Black Faces the Woes of a High School Crush (part 4 - Finale)

If you had told Sirius Black that he would be getting, Lily Evans, of all people, to be his wing-woman to entrap her best friend, he would have probably believed you, because when did he ever have a normal day?

“Remember,” Lily said, “Don’t you dare tell Remus that I helped.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “I don’t understand why this needs to be secret, Evans?”

“Because,” Lily hissed, “Remus doesn’t like it when I interfere with his love life.” Sirius sparkled down his flame of jealousy as he thought of Remus's love life.

“But,” Lily continued, “you’re obviously lacking the grit to just ask him, so,” she spread her arms out wide, “here we are.”

Sirius had no response to that, so he simply made a noncommittal noise, turning his nose up at her.

The two of them had concocted a plan to finally get Sirius and Remus alone. Despite Sirius's suspicion at Lily deciding to help him, and later a slight hope, Lily would not tell him anything about how Remus felt about him, although the fact she was trying to bring them together, send a slight, wonderful excitement in his chest.

Well, actually more like a humongous, destroying tsunami of feeling, but that was not rather here nor there.

The plan of genius that the two teenagers had concocted was as following.

They would have to lure Remus out, who, if left to his own devices, would stay in his shell forever. Lily, Remus’s best friend and therefore, Sirius had to grudgingly admit, the person who knew him best, thought instead of carefully, slowly, secretly wooing Remus, Remus instead needed a push in Sirius’s direction.

Sirius wasn’t too sure why Lily was helping him in the first place but decided to take just take it for what it was. Perhaps, it was out of a notion to help her friend find love.

The plan itself was truly.. not that good. It was rather hideous, as his mother would say. The fact that she was Sirius’s inner voice was something he decididly did not ponder.

The plan once again involved Peter Pettrigrew, who at this point, Sirius was beginning to think of as something of a henchman.

Tomorrow, after school, Peter would, again only agreeing by Sirius emptying his pockets, rush over to whatever corner Remus had sequestered himself into, nose deep in a book, and tell him that there was an issue with some unnamed prom preparation issue.

Remus, forever the golden boy prefect, would rush up confused and follow Peter faithfully. Peter would lead Remus back to that haunted closet, and well, push him in, then proceed to lock the door. Only Sirius, would be waiting on the inside.

Sirius too, would pretend to be just as confused as Remus, proclaiming that he too had been lured inside by Pettrigrew. They would bang on the door, yelling for help, but by this time, everyone would have left, leaving it dead silent. Here, Sirius had instructed Peter to let out an evil cackle for dramatic effect.

Remus would then slump back defeated in the dark closet, resigning himself to a night stuck, like a helpless damsel. After comforting Remus with a few dozen gentle embraces, and perhaps even laying his head on Remus’s mess of golden locks, Sirius would proclaim that he knew, through his knowledge of doors as a very manly man, how to get it open with a bit of tinkering.

Sirius would then, pretend obviously, he hadn’t done manual labour once in his life, to mess around with the lock. Here, Pettigrew, waiting faithfully and quietly, would unlock the door, and scram. Sirius would yell triumphantly that he, through his prowess and genius mind, had gotten the door unlocked, and saved Remus from a hungry, cold, night stuck in a closet.

Remus would jump up in glee, proclaiming Sirius to be his hero. Sirius would then, this time alone, take Remus to the cafe across the scream, protesting that Remus would be starving and needed a bite and a tea.

Here, would be the right moment, once Remus was fed and warm, drowning in those large wool sweaters. Sirius would gently grab Remus’s hand from where they were squished together in a booth, and tell him how wonderful and lovely he was, and of course, ask him to the prom. After Sirius’s rescue of him and tender help, there was no way Remus would say no.

These events would obviously, instantly make Remus say yes to Sirius, who presented himself as heroic, dependable, and kind.

If necessary, Sirius was sure, with a bit more cash, could convince Peter to allow himself to be beat up by Sirius for his evil plan, which of course, Peter would make up some diabolical reason when questioned.

With an opening, Sirius would spend the weeks up to prom, now gently wooing Remus, carrying his books for him, brushing his hands against his, and finally, making him that Chamomile tea. By the time prom came around, Remus too, would be madly in love with Sirius.

It was perfect and absolutely nothing would go wrong.

In their seventeen year old minds at least.

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“This is the stupidest thing I’ve literally ever heard,” James snorted.

They were sprayed out on the floor of James bedroom, James absentmindedly throwing a ball up and catching it again and again, Sirius simply staring at the ceiling and pining.

Sirius huffed, pushing a dark lock of hair out of his face, “Don’t be crass. It’s going to work.”

“Yeah, maybe, “ James relented, clearly not believing his words. He continued, “I just, I dunno, I don’t understand why you don’t literally just go up to him and tell him you like him? Don’t get me wrong, it pains me to pay you a compliment, but you’re Sirius Black. You’re-“ he cut off, and readjusted his glasses, “You’re pretty great.”

“Remus is pretty great too,” Sirius simply responded in return.

“I-, I just really want him to say yes, “ Sirius admitted quietly in the silent room, after a moment of pause. “I really like him James, like truly.”

He coughed, uncomfortable with the display of emotions, the stoic Walburga Black once again, his inner voice.

“Like seriously?” James parroted at him.

“Like seriously,” Sirius responded with a roll of his eyes, but there was a small smiling threatening to break.

James rose himself up on his elbows and turned his head to look at Sirius. There was something soft in James’s , his best friend, his brother’s, gaze. He reached out his hand and flopped the lock of hair back over Sirius’s eyes.

“Well, it’s still stupid, but I hope it works Black, you deserve to be happy.”

He continued, “If not for you, then for me. I can’t listen to you mope a moment longer.”

The moment broken, Sirius growled, and tackled James in a flash of an eye.

As James cackled, Sirius thought to himself, “It will work.”

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The next day, Sirius impatiently shook his leg, blowing out a breath, as he sat on the floor of the dimly lit closet, waiting for step one. It already felt like it had been too long since the end of the day bell had rung. Had Remus left before Peter had accosted him? Realistically, Sirius knew that Remus almost always stayed after school to read or study, but nerves left him feeling bereft.

Sirius would pummel Peter’s face in if he messed this up.

He glanced at the corner where the banner, now hung up on Hogwarts main gates, normally lay folded neatly. He snorted, ripping up a banner? How plebeian that was of him. It wasn’t his fault that every time he thought of boy that was Remus Lupin, a few brain cells danced away.

Sirius stilled as he heard footsteps in the distance. Peter’s squeaky voice rang out in the silent hall, getting louder, “Yeah! Just right over here Remus. I’ll show you.”

The footsteps stopped in front of the door and Sirius froze, even though they couldn't see him.

Remus’s voice rang out, “What’s the problem? Did something break again?”

“Uh ya, something like that,” Peter’s voice cracked.

“Uh-“ Remus replied, before there was a crash.

The door tumbled open, and Peter grabbed Remus’s arm, which today was clad in a maroon cardigan, and pushed him harshly into the doorframe. Remus stumbled slightly before, as Sirius watched in horror, regained his balance.

He turned his head towards Peter, amber eyes flashing, “What the hell man!”

Peter responded by once again shoving at Remus’s shoulder, whimpering slightly when Remus didn’t shift. It seemed that Remus was hiding some strength under the lithe shoulders and knit.

Peter put his hands in front of his face when Remus took an angry stomp in his direction, “Please no! Don’t beat me up. I didn’t get paid enough for this!”

Remus paused, head turning, in a rather precious way, in confusion. “Huh? What the hell, Peter! What do you mean, paid?”

Peter removed his hands from his face, and the rat, the dirty, traitorous rat, pointed at Sirius, who Remus had not yet noticed, and yelled, “Paid! He paid me to do this! To lock you inside.”

“Getting me to tear the banner was one thing, but this is too much!” With that final statement, Peter turned tail and fled.

Remus, ever so slowly, walked forward, so he stood in the doorframe, blocking out the light of the hallway behind him, making him look like an angel with a halo.

Sirius coughed uncomfortably. “I can explain.”

Remus let out a laugh, from pure confusion more than anything else. “You paid! You paid to have me locked in a closet?!”

His eyes were frustrated and angry, “and the banner. You ripped the banner!? That took work to fix. What the fuck Black?”

“Technically,” Sirius interrupted, still laying on the floor, weirdly calm for some reason as his brain spinned on how to fix this “Peter ripped the banner.”

“What the hell?” Remus simply repeated before huffing, “actually don’t answer that. I honestly don’t want to know.”

He turned away, stomping in the other direction.

This woke Sirius up from whatever trance he was in and he jumped up, scrambling after Remus.

“Remus! No, wait please!”

Despite the boy’s fast pace, Sirius, honed from years on the field, caught up with him easily. He placed a hand on Remus’s arm to still him and Remus flicked him off.

Sirius looked down at him, just slightly, imploringly and softened his voice from the panicked yell, “Please Remus. I know how this looks but, please, let me explain. Just give me five minutes.”

Remus huffed, blowing out a breath, before nodding stiffly. He pressed his back to the hallway wall and slid down.

“You better have a hell of an explanation, Black.”

Sirius followed suit, slumping down beside Remus, their shoulders, Sirius’s broader, pressing against each other.

He looked down at his lap and clasped his hands together wondering just exactly how many brain cells had been lost. The sheer enormity and oddness of what he had just done hit him.

“Well?” Remus’s voice came from beside him.

Sirius grit his teeth as began his explanation. He figured honesty was the best policy at this point.

“I like you Remus, a lot,” he spoke into the empty hallway, “like a lot. That's why I joined student council in the first place, because I wanted an excuse to be with you, to be around you, to talk to you….to perhaps have you also wish to talk to me. This was a-“ he snorted, "plan to get you to-" he felt the blush working its way up his neck. “perhaps like me too.”

“How exactly?” Remus’s was no longer angry but just plain confused, but when Sirius looked over at him, he found that a slight flush had taken over his cheeks as well.

“I was gonna be your knight in whatever, I was going to rescue you from-“

“From the evil closet?” Remus hummed. He pulled out his phone from the pocket of his uniform, “Why would I not just call someone to help?”

“Yeah I hadn't really thought of that. I promise I’m actually smart. Normally at least, I’m top of the class.”

“But you did think of getting me forcefully pushed into a closet,” a tinge of something like amusement had entered Remus’s voice.

Sirius groaned loudly, “Sorry about that. I really, I really weirdly, thought it would actually work”

“Maybe if we were in a rom-com?” Remus offered.

Any reservations Sirius had were gone. There was really nothing he could do to make the situation any worse. He drew on his confidence from the few times he had seen Remus staring at him in the past or giving him a smile. “I wanted to ask you to prom, that’s why I did this. That feels pretty rom-com to me”

He felt Remus’s gaze on his face, hot and heavy and inquiring, but Sirius didn’t budge.

Without looking over, he moved his hand from his lap and tenderly grabbed Remus’s wrist. When he didn’t resist, Sirius lightly pulled it into his lap. He finally looked over, and found Remus’s eyes, swimming with confusion, amusement and something else, something deeper, still on his face.

“Why didn’t you just ask me straight up?” Remus said softly.

Sirius fixed his gaze on Remus’s plump lips, and sighed, “because I was scared you would say no.”

Remus, his hand still in Sirius’s lap, moved it so his fingers gently interlocked with Sirius’s. Sirius felt his heart patter in his chest.

Sirius looked back up at Remus’s eyes and found that, once again, his eyes were focused somewhere below his eyes.

“I’m still not over how insane this was, but...what if I said yes?” Remus said softly, and Sirius felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Then I’d be the luckiest person to ever walk this planet,” he breathed out.

Remus leaned forward slightly, his hair brushing Sirius’s forehead. Sirius felt in a trance as Remus glanced at him through sparking eyes and thick lashes.

Remus moved closer, and so did Sirius. When their lips met, Sirius felt a roaring in his head. He, through endless self control, pulled back after a few seconds.

He looked at Remus, heart in his throat. “I assume that’s a yes.”

Remus giggled, and Sirius took that as an invitation to finally, finally, lean down and kiss that mole on his neck.

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A few weeks later as Sirius, in his finest suit, swayed gently on the confetti covered gymnasium, turned dance floor, with Remus in his arms, his head on Sirius’s shoulder, he truly did feel like the luckiest person to ever walk the earth.

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And it's done! This was quite fun to write. If anyone is interested in another part of just fluff or scenes from their relationship or prom, leave a comment letting me know!

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shiftingmegs · 30 days ago

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♡♡ Nepo Baby DR ♡♡

Ok i hate to keep things unfinished, mostly because i'll forget about it and never finish it. So here's the final part of my roles and this time its just the original projects of that reality.

All images found on Pinterest.

The Marauders (2015-2022)

Follow the story of James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettrigrew and Remus Lupin from their first year at Hogwarts till the end of their last school year when Lily Evans and James Potter get Married, including their love lifes, the ups and downs of their friendship.

Gravity Falls: The New Mystery (2018- )

Mabel and Dipper Pines are back to Gravity Falls hoping that this time they have a normal summer, an illusion that is broken as soon as they step in the mystery shack when old enemies come back and new ones appear.

Four Suns Ranch (2020- )

A 22-episodes-per-season teen drama coming of age tv show about a Multigeneral household (Paternal grandparents- Their 2 sons, one with 1 daughter the other with 2) taking care of a ranch/ Farm. The drama starts with the arrival of a new veterinarian (to work in the farm) and her son.

( I don't have photos of this one yet)

#Eleanor Duff-Ackles #nepo baby dr #teen fame dr #fame dr #shiftblr #shifters #shifting diary #shifting to desired reality #anti shifters dni #shifting consciousness #shifting script #reality shifting #shifting community

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wormtraitor · 2 years ago

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"Fala sério, Peter. Você é tão lento, como vai conseguir ser auror?" A voz de Sirius Black ecoava na mente do Pettigrew, enquanto ele caminhava pelo Ministério, sozinho, passando os dedos pelas paredes pretas e gélidas do corredor. Peter é tão lento. Peter não procuraria por um bruxo das trevas antes de comer uma torta de abóbora inteira. Peter sairia correndo assim que visse uma sombra. Peter tem medo até do Frei do Gorducho. Fala sério, Padfoot. Se você tivesse sido um amigo melhor, não iria ficar doze anos em Azkaban; já imaginou? Peter Pettrigrew, auror? Claro que a culpa do futuro não seria de Sirius e suas palavras soltas ao amigo que batia palmas quando o mesmo acontecia com os outros, de um moleque no auge dos seus treze anos sem muitas preocupações. Mas. Peter Pettigrew, auror?

"Auror? Interessante, Wormtail. Só não se esqueça de que aurores não têm amigos para protegê-los quando a coisa aperta pro lado deles, hein?" esse foi Remus, doce, mas preciso. Como eu sou idiota. Moony tinha razão no terceiro ano e agora tabém, se não fosse prongs, padfoot e moony eu não teria sobrevivido nem ao segundo ano de Hogwarts. Mas sabe, eu poderia tentar, treinar... estudar mais. Talvez eu fique bom. Estudar mais? Já estamos na merda do último ano; imagina, começar agora e, quando estiver pronto, virar estagiário do Sirius no departamento? Nem fodendo. Bom, eu poderia tentar lecionar... herbologia? Não, com toda certeza não. Acho que o Frank seria um bom herbologista. Pena que vai ser torturado até a insanidade- ok, esse não é um pensamento de Peter de 1978, mas a narradora não pode se conter.

Mas que diabos eu seria, no final das contas? Obliviador? Bem capaz do feitiço virar contra mim e eu esquecer o pouco que acho que sei. Na moral, pra quê ter uma profissão? Eu não sou um muggle, é só lançar um accio comida que eu me alimento. Um wingardium e eu construo uma casa. E 'ta de boa. Nossa, como eu sou medíocre e preguiçoso as vezes, sinceramente.

Mas Peter não era de todo medíocre, é claro - na verdade, se ele pudesse se olhar no espelho sem todos os estigmas impostos, veria o seu valor. O Pettigrew era atento, tudo ele percebia, era esperto na hora de se esgueirar por Hogwarts, desbravava com facilidade todos os lugares do castelo e nem precisava estar em sua forma animaga para isso. E foi esse "dom", por falta de achar palavra melhor para o momento, que fez ele encontrar o que achou ser sua resposta.

Já tinha escutado ao longe falar sobre o departamento de mistérios do Ministério, tinha um primo inominável - e eu nunca soube que merda meu primo faz da vida. E era aquilo que ele queria: uma profissão que ninguém pudesse dar pitaco. Não teria ninguém para dizer: Ei Peter, isso aí ficou errado. Ou, nossa Peter, que bosta, hein? Bom, claro que haveriam seus colegas de trabalho, mas a verdade é o Pettigrew sentia-se muito mais confortável com olhares não conhecidos, com aqueles que não o julgavam por situações passadas. Por erros bobos - melhor, com quem não reconheceria seus erros bobos.

O foda é se o Sirius decidisse do nada virar inominável. Imagina? Foda mesmo é eu não conseguir pensar em três coisas sem moony, prongs e padfoot passarem pela minha cabeça. Eu queria muito, muito mesmo, ser tão bom quanto eles. Os caras são fodas. Tenho certeza que tudo que se proporem a fazer vai dar bom, e eu aqui... De frente pra um arco de pedra que mais me parece uma... Porta? Há, Ministério, cês estão mesmo achando que não da pra perceber que um ARCO DE PEDRA, no meio de um CORREDOR ESCONDIDO, com uma porrada de coisa escrita em RUNAS ANTIGAS, FLUTUANDO, não é uma porta pra algum lugar? E depois o burro sou eu. Ninguém disse que você é burro, Peter, não seja tão duro consigo mesmo. E não demorou muito até que ele encontrasse, ao lado de uma parede e de forma bem escondida, o que seria a maçaneta da porta.

Ao abrir, Peter ficou confuso, porém maravilhado com sua... descoberta? Maravilhado é o caralho, no perdão da palavra. Pra quê tanta porta em um só lugar? Pra onde leva isso aqui? Por Merlin e todo a ordem de bruxos primeira classe, eu deveria ter ido comer e não bancar o desbravador sozinho.

#BBtask #só pq o meu hiatus acabou #task 001

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spinderella-umbrella · 1 year ago

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Once upon a time, in an alternate universe, Peter’s idolisation of Sirius’ worst nightmare of a person leads to a very different path for the marauders, from the very start.

A Peter Pettigrew Project Prompt, What if the Marauders had never accepted Peter as a friend?

Peter is so excited to finally be going to Hogwarts. As soon as he gets to platform 9 and ¾, he yanks off his coat, revealing the uniform he was wearing underneath, and the scarf in the colours that represent his newfound hero, Salazar Slytherin.

It had been a lonely summer, and after he got his letter, Peter devoured the Hogwarts history books, learning everything there was to know about the school he was about to go to including long standing legacy families.

So when he saw Sirius Black on the platform, knowing he was starting the same year as him in Peter bounds up to him excitedly.

“Hi! I’m Peter Pettrigrew, I’m starting this year at Hogwarts too!”

Sirius narrows his eyes at Peter, his nose raised, holding himself in a way that could only be described as “haughty”.

He doesn’t even respond to Peter. There are people watching the interaction, as Peter shifts uncomfortably, but he doesn’t let his smile falter.

He lifts his scarf, Green and Silver, with pride. “I’m hoping to get into Slytherin. Salazar was just so cool.” Peter gushes, and Sirius raises a perfect black brow at him, crossing his arms.

Oh no.

Sirius glances over his shoulder, eyes catching on someone, and he says–

“Potter, if I get placed in Slytherin, please just kill me. It might please my family, but to me, it will be a great embarrassment.”

Sirius turns back to Peter, a smirk on his face.

“Sure, Black.” Potter affirms, and Peter is confused, because their families are supposed to hate each other. How do they even know each other? Didn’t they all just get here? Or maybe he’s really saying he’d be happy to kill Sirius.

Either way, Peter is mortified, his face red with embarrassment. “Oh, okay,” he says quietly, fiddling with his scarf nervously. He feels like a bit of an idiot for even wearing it, now. He isn’t in Slytherin yet, after all.

Someone snorts behind him. “Look at this ickle first year, repping Salazars colours when he’s not even sorted yet.”

His embarrassment well and truly solidified, Peter tugs the scarf from his neck and holds it in his hands, twisting.

Sirius smirks wider, teeth flashing as he catches the movement. “You might be pleased to know, Pettigrew, that the hat has a long history of sorting cowards into Slytherin. If you want something and you believe in something, you stand by your choice, by your beliefs, no matter what other people think.”

Peter swallows, and Sirius sighs. “Well, I’ve hit my quota for public service for today. Come on Potter,” He says, walking towards the train without a glance for Peter, and without looking back to see if James Potter is following him. Because of course he is.

#peter pettigrew project #Sirius black #Peter pettigrew #Drabble #prompt Drabble #marauders #maraudersfanfiction #james potter #slytherin #house rivalries #what if Wednesday

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