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-We'll Heal Together- MasterList

HIATUS

-We'll Heal Together (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort) 12/? parts Remus Lupin/Sirius Black x Reader

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Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, a godmother in {Y/N} {L/N}

Alt Summary: Starts at the end of Chamber of secrets and into the Prisoner of Azkaban with the first chapter, Harry meeting his father's old friends, and starts learning the fate of {Y/N}, who has long since been presumed dead. there seems to be more of a story hidden behind her disappearance, and in turn, her reappearance.

Running Wc- 39,037

Chapters:

•Prologue •Part One •Part Two •Part Three •Part Three 1/2 {Blurb} •Part Four •Part Five •Part Six •Part Seven •Part Eight •Part Nine

I'll Look After You

•Prologue (Nine 1/2) •Part Ten •Part Eleven

Blurbs/Oneshots:

• You and Sirius's break up... • Coming soon...

{Summer at the Potters}

Blurb request form: Prompt/Question: Must have Charaters: Optional:

[izzy-prizzy]

ⓘ This user cries over Remus Lupin 24/7

[seaskate]

Remus in ATYD and Harry in canon are both so ‘You’re On Your Own, Kid’ coded that it’s sad to think about.

[pumpkinpot]

Broken, Scarred Orphans

Chapter 3: Scarred

This fic is inspired by the fic All The Young Dudes by: MsKingBean89 (on a03), Following the events of chapter 175: 1982. It's an AU where Remus went for custody in Sirius's absence and raises Harry as his own. This will follow the years before Hogwarts up through the seven books. (I haven't decided how much canon divergence I will have in the later chapters)

Chapter 1: Grief

Chapter 2: Begrudgingly Sober

CW: Recovering acholoic, previous child abuse

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Remus's knit fell oddly over his boney shoulders. he attempted to straiten it for the thousandth time, stretching the neck this way and that to no real satifaction. Long hair dusted over his eyebrows, tangling through his lashes. It was fluffy from continuous wash now and he silently reprimanded himself for not cutting it before now.

The kettle nearly cannonballed through the wall with a flick of his fingers. Maybe two days before the full moon wasn't the ideal time he'd imagined it would be. It crashed onto the stove sending water dribbles over the walls and countertop.

Remus couldn't find it within himself to care too deeply. He paced around the flat skinning his bottom lip with his teeth. Dumbledore was never late, but neither early. He hadn’t so eagerly excepted Remus’s invitation as he had before. He waited an entire week to respond, but agreeing to come was good enough, for now.

Air filled his lungs in large gulps, a few choking him. Somewhere between then and becoming sober he'd begun cooking meals again and the smell of burnt ground turkey was pungent within the small flat.

Just as the fireplace began to elongate Remus threw himself down into a chair and attempted (and failed) to take on an air of casual disposition.

The Dumbledore stepped off the cobblestone landing, his hands clasped behind his back. Ever the stoic, his expression gives no sense of his emotional state, but Remus caught what he was looking for.

He’d been fantasizing about it in various degrees for days. It was subtle, of course, a pleasant eye sweep across the room. but it was enough. Dumbledore was pleased.

Despite himself, Remus’s chest warms. He could do this. "Tea?" He choked.

"With three sugars," Dumbledore said as he lowers into a seat at the dining table.

Remus prepared it by hand. His limbs still hadn't completely steadied from his sobriety journey. Sugar grain scattered over the counter congealing with the spilled water. It was a problem for future him.

Right now his worry lay with the fact that, despite weeks of practice, visualizing this conversation in all its variants, suddenly Remus couldn't taste any of his prepared words.

"Am I to assume that this meeting is in regard to our last chat Mr. Lupin?" Dumbledore asked as he took the steaming mug between wrinkly palms.

Good, Remus thought. Right to it. "Yes."

"Mr. Lupin, as I told you before Harry needs somewhere indiscriminate and-"

"Stable. That was the word you used. I will concede that a hidden home is likely safest for him. Though I don’t think a muggle home is best. With no source of protection, any wizard could find him with a simple tracking spell."

"You don’t think we’ve taken the necessary precautions to ensure his anonymity?"

"No," Remus said flatly. "Because I found him in a matter of minutes."

This time there was no hiding the surprise on Dumbledore's face.

"I am not the strongest of us, nor am I the foulest," Remus continued. "Harry represents a very loaded past and future for the wizarding world. This flat has all the makings of a muggle home with all the protections of the order. If protection is your worry I would the deterrent of a werewolf would be beneficial."

"So you’ve decided to register then?"

"No, not yet, but almost anyone who would want to cause Harry harm knows what I am. As the protocol son of Greyback, my reputation reached far within those circles. They will not come for him."

The silence that stretched between them was vast. Seconds turned to minutes. Remus held Dumbledore's eyes, refusing to be the first to look away. Finally, the old man sighed and stood.

"Thank you for the tea, Mr. Lupin." His knees knocked as he hobbled back into the fireplace without another word.

Remus’s jaw had previously felt sore from the weight of his proposal. Now it slacked from its empty resolve. He had it in him to shout after Dumbledore, to make him listen.

Once his thoughts were less scattered he began to write. Pages upon pages covered the table, some sensible fragments of rebuttal others crude warnings that Remus should just take the boy and disappear.

His bottom lip bled now and the insides of his fingers bruised from unused callouses. He fell asleep there awaking with an ink stain of expletives tattooed across his face.

With a renewed sense of defeat, he collects the mugs from last night and fed the letters into the fireplace. Halfway through the stack, the flames begin to flutter.

Remus stepped back just as a large boot came storming through the ashes. Black bush-like hair ducked beneath the mantle. Hagrid stood hunched, still grazing his head on the ceiling. Brown doe-like eyes peered down at Remus.

"Remus," he greeted in the same gruff voice from his childhood. Somehow the man had become taller since Remus's time at Hogwarts. Thicker too.

"Hargid," Remus retorted awkwardly. "What do I owe the er- pleasure."

Hagrid gave a sort of knowing laugh. "Only here to drop off Harry."

He presents a blanket bundle cornered in his elbow. Remus reels back like the child might combust.

"He won’t bite," Hagrid soothed.

Holy shit. He did it.

Remus looked at Harry first, unsure of the child. The last he'd seen him there wasn't that scar bursting across the better half of his face. Despite it, Remus recognized him.

His tuft of curls brought about by James, though it was considerably lighter thanks to Lily. That was mirrored similarly in his complexion. Mixing the fairness of his mother and tan of his father.

In Remus's opinion, that was where the resemblance ended. The scar that spanned his face pulled milky mountains across his skin etching down the bridge of his nose, making hairless valleys through his bushy eyebrows.

Just like Remus's scars.

That last time he'd held him it was a begrudging arrangment filled with apprehension. This time wasn't much different, but as Hagrid passed Harry into Remus's arms, he just stared.

 Harry was asleep. No doubt from the help of a sleeping draught. He felt light for his age and thin, but Remus wondered if it was only his lack of experience with two-year-olds that made him think so.

"Oh," Hargid said, "I also brought this."

A white cardboard box fought at the corners to free from his coat pocket. He plunked it down on the counter and flipped open the lid.

It was a cake. Completely smooshed on one side. with red frosting and blue icing that spelled out "Rimus."

"Happy birthday!" Hagrid shouted.

Remus counted the days off in his head- was it? Sure enough. His lips broke into an unfamiliar sensation. A smile. The expression pulled his skin uncomfortably taut from unuse, but it was a good kind of sore.

"Cheers Hagrid. You should open a bakery," he jeered, half-jokingly as he recalled the other cakes he’d made over the years.

Hagrid looked away. beneath the mane, Remus could have sworn there was pink. "I quite like Hogwarts, but that's veryy kind of you to say Remus. Between you and I, I think little Harry’ll be better off here. The Dursleys nearly threw him at me when I went to collect 'em."

He looked down at the bundle in my arms. Scrappy kid eh? Remus had experience with those.

"He’ll be safe here," Remus assured both Hagrid and himself.

"Oh, I have Sirius’s bike," Hagrid added. "I know you two er- would you like it back, I suppose it would belong to you now anyhow?"

At the mention of his name Remus’s muscles tightened. He’d avoided the name even within his own thoughts, to hear it out loud was enough to pull the air from his lungs.

Hagrids logic was sound. It was the same string of thought that got him the child in his arms, but-

"No, keep it," Remus said, voice much meaner than intended. He apologized, but Hagrid waved it away taking a last look at Harry. He had a similar gleam of determination to Remus in his eye. It was comforting.

"Hagrid, you still live on the Hogwarts grounds don’t you?" Remus prodded.

Hagrid nodded gleefully. "Dumbledore’s got me set up in a proper place now. One where I can fit comfortably, not like that ordinary room from before."

"Good," Remus said, "I’ll need someone to make sure the little git stays out of trouble when he’s at Hogwarts." Hagrid took the words in like a sworn oath. Like a law had been set for him to enforce. "You can count on it, Remus. You and Dumbledore both."

Hagrid left soon after ducking low into the fireplace. Remus was left alone with Harry for the first time.

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[animatanaa]

I’m new to tumblr so I’m not completely sure how this works. First post, and it’s wolfstar!

[justsmth2]

I was rereading poa and got carried away

[flymetothemoony]

twelve years of it, in azkaban.

[bloodbruise]

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

[ohyou-pretty-things]

artist : @star_ry_eyed

[dellaray]

Chapter 2: First Year: The Hogwarts Express

“None of you are related to me, are you?” He drawled. He had the same high, upper class accent that Peter and James had. Remus disliked them all at once, knowing that they’d think he was common – and a half blood, whatever that was.

“Don’t think so.” James replied, grinning, “James Potter.” He held out a hand again. The other boy shook it, easily,

“Oh good, a Potter. Dad told me not to talk to you.”

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We'll heal together: Chapter One

Little Talks Of Monsters and Men

Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous)

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Summary: Harry Potter sees a familiar face on the train, from the mirror of Erised. Remus Lupin and harry talk about his mother, along with {Y/N} {L/N}. (This is a lot of rehashed scenes. Next chapter will be from {Y/N}'s Perspective.}

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Dementor attack, grief, sassy Harry, depressed bish Remus (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 2180

“I didn't mean to blow her up! It just sort of... happened!” 

Harry once again found himself explaining the same things he explained moments ago. It wasn't that he felt guilty... not exactly, he probably should, all things considered. But that old hag's shrill voice echoed in his head, and he could only find himself having a bit of pride at the moment. 

“Brilliant.” Ron snickered, the smile in his voice very prominent. Harry could almost see it with his back to the red head.

“Honestly Ron, that's not funny. Harry was lucky not to be expelled!” Hermione huffed out as she shoved her way past him to catch up with Harry’s long strides.

“I think I was lucky not to be arrested.” Harry mumbled, slowly smirking to himself. Doing his best to avoid Hermione’s judgmental eyes.

“I still think it was brilliant.” Ron chuckled as he followed them down the hall. Harry paused as he noticed the only half empty room, with a sleeping figure. His eyes narrowed, why did his presence seem so familiar? It reminded him of that night, walking back to the dorms between flickering moonlight. That comfort he felt before, returning as he once again, saw the moon through the glass windows.

“Come on, everywhere else is full.” Hermione muttered after a moment of pause, watching Harry's confused and curious expression.

“Who's that, then?” Ron mumbled as he sat down on the seat closest to the window. 

“Professor R. J. Lupin.” Hermione’s self-satisfied tone filled the now packed compartment. Harry pursed his lips. Never heard that name before. 

Still, he found himself sitting beside the sleeping figure, across from Hermione, as both her and Ron’s voices faded out. Harry found himself staring at the lump of clothes that covered the professor. 

“Do you know everything? How is it that she knows everything?”

“It's on his suitcase, Ronald.” She snarked and he muttered a soft ‘oh.’

Harry snapped out of his daze and leaned back, frowning at the sleeping figure. “Do you think he's really asleep?”

“Yes, I do think so.” She remarked calmly. “Why?”

“I have something to tell you.” Harry declared and slid the door closed.

~~

“Let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, to come after you?” Ron asked in a scandalized tone, eyebrows raised as he struggled to keep Scrabbers calm in his hand. Tutting before he slipped him away into his damaged cage and held his hand over the broken door he escaped from before.

“Yeah.” Harry mumbled.

“But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone is looking for him.” Hermione declared, looking between the two with reassurance and determination in her eyes.

“Sure- Of course, but no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a raving, murderous lunatic…” Ron mumbled out in a bitter tone and Harry gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks, Ron.”

Then there was a sharp piercing sound of metal grinding against the iron of the train tracks, the engine falling to nothing but a murmur from within the box. 

“Why are we stopping? We aren't there yet.” Hermoine mumbled and watched as Harry stood and peaked out the door.

“What's happened?” Ron asked as the train rocked and Harry was flown back to his seat by the sheer force.

“Dunno... Maybe we've broken down?”

The lights cut out.

There was a choking silence, so low and painful Harry’s ears almost began to ring. Then the cold came, voices could be heard outside the train. They were haunting and drawn like they were in too much anguish to utter a full statement, making Harry swallowed thick, trying to clear the back of his throat. 

“ ... die. One by one. Until all is... “

“I think someone is coming aboard.” Ron croaked in dread. The entire train wobbled once more, the door swinging open before slamming shut. The haunting voices now fill the halls. They were like whispers, but somehow right against Harry’s ear.

There was a moment of peace before Ron’s breath hitched as he watched black tendrils float their way down the hall in front of their door. Like a floating cloth that tangled in the very air, thick with weary and terrified silence between the three.

Ron began to bunch himself onto the bench, giving a high-pitched inhale as the creature waved its hand in a gesture like motion, willing the door of their compartment to open without once touching it.

Everyone was silent, and Harry felt his hands begin to clam up. He shuffled back into his seat as best he could, as the creature lurked into the closed space, eyes locked on the raven-haired boy. Crookshanks hissed, and Scabbers began to freak out within the cage.

The creature suddenly leaned closer to Harry, and he felt his breath hitch, his entire body lurching forward in a silent but painful gasp. Harry grew dizzy, body growing weaker and his eyes slowly rolling back. 

As if on cue, summoned awake by Harry’s loss of control, the sleeping professor snapped to his feet. Waving his wand as a blip of bright blue light filled the entire train car, just as Harry slipped under and fell to the floor.

~~

“Harry? Harry, please wake up.” Hermione’s pleading voice came, slowly rubbing his arm. His thoughts were split, As the shrill and horrible tone of screams that filled his dreams slipped into Hermione’s soft and caring voice. It brought him comfort. 

Harry’s eyes snapped open wide, slowly he huffed and sat up, looking over at Hermione as she handed him his glasses, muttering a thanks as he slipped them back on his face.

“Here, eat this. It’ll help.” The professor called out to him in a stern but lively tone, holding out an unwrapped bar of chocolate. Harry didn't quite meet his eyes.

“What was that?” He mumbled out and ate the candy the stranger provided.

“A Dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. It was searching the train.” He remarked before Hermione spoke up.

“For Sirius Black.” She rubbed his shoulder again and encouraged Harry as he munched the treat in his hand. Muggle candy, he would die on the hill of it being the best.

“I need to have a word with the driver. Excuse me.” Lupin mumbled and stood, Harry finally looking up at him to watch him go. When Lupin turned to nod to the trio, closing the door before him and wandering off, Harry’s face filled with shock and his jaw went slack.

“What is it, Harry? Don't tell us you've gone mad.” Ron snarked and Harry snapped out of it, looking over to Ron and Hermione, still stunned. “I... I've seen him before.”

“What? You have?” Ron pried.

“The Mirror of Erised.” Harry breathed and tried to shoot to his feet. That night, he saw his face. That man stood beside his father and who he now knew to be Sirius Black, along with another woman and the rest of his immediate family. “I saw him, he was with my parents. And... and Sirius!”

He quickly stumbled before he could even get to his feet, Hermione quickly getting him up right to sit. “You stay put; I know you're curious, but you were attacked by a dementor! You’ll see him at Hogwarts, I'm sure of it.” She tutted. Harry groaned and covered his face. He was too weak to argue.

“Well, what a fun first day.” Ron piped up with a nervous smile, eating at Harry's abandoned chocolate from his perch on the window ciel. Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ron ran his lip over his now brown stained face. “What?”

~~~

The next time Harry saw Professor Lupin outside of the classroom was when he faced his Boggart, once again, he saved him as he did on the train. He had been moping about, not allowed to go to the Hogsmeade trip, he spent his time wandering the grounds. Eventually, he ran into Lupin once more. Without a word to each other they fell into an easy and silent step beside each other, hands in their pockets as they made it out of the courtyard and onto the precarious bridge.

“Professor Lupin, can I ask you something?”

“Is this about me stopping that Boggart? I assure you; it was not out of a lack of belief in your ability to stop it. I assumed the worst, that it would take the form of Lord Voldamort.”

Harry nodded faintly before he thinned his lips in thought. “I thought of him first, yes, but... Then I remembered that night on the train.” He mumbled and Lupin nodded thoughtfully. He was so much like James, he thought, it looked like when the unruly kid he once knew was being scolded by Professor McGonagall. It brought a small sad smile to his face.

“That's quite impressive.” 

Harry scoffed and gave him a weary smile. “Is it?”

“I'm being truthful.” Lupin patted him on the shoulder before leaning forward on the railing of the bridge, overlooking the lake. “It takes bravery, for one's fear to be fear itself. It’s wise of you.”

Harry slowly nodded and looked off into the distance as well, Lupin peeking at him for a moment before Harry spoke up once more. “Before I fainted... I heard something. A woman. Screaming.”

“Dementors force us to relive the worst memories of our lives. Our pain becomes their power.”

Harry took a deep breath before he spoke his next words, he wanted to give Lupin the chance to speak on his relationship with his parents first, before he pried. He wanted, no, needed to know. But he wanted to give him the choice to come forward first. “... i think it was my mother.” He admitted and Lupin took a deep breath before he sighed.

“The first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately.” He spoke carefully. “Not by your scar,” He leaned in. “As ever famous it may be.” He mused a bit of a playful tone, giving Harry a small smile and he nodded, encouraging Lupin to continue.

“It was your eyes.” He spoke next in a much more Solemn tone. “They were your mother, Lily’s.” He spoke carefully as to not provoke the frog that tore apart the lower base of his throat, begging for a sob of relief. “I knew her. I knew her better than I knew myself most days.”

He allowed himself to reminisce, thinking back on the days he spent at school, walking down the halls with Lily and her. He had known and allowed himself love, the brotherly kind that fills you with adrenaline and makes you make stupid decisions. The kind that would get you into trouble every other term for the risk of thrill with every new prank idea presented to them. He knew wild, fun, free love.

It wasn't until he met Lily Evans and {Y/n} {L/N} when he learned what gentle and quiet love could do. How powerful silence could be, how much a simple touch could mean, and how the looks shared between flickering eyes could be filled with so much more care and empathy than he ever knew. From silent study sessions to moments comforting him after a full moon, the two girls made him feel peace he had never known he could have, something he never thought he deserved. Knowing their love was the worst possible outcome, losing their love was the second. “Your mother. Your mother and... An old friend of mine, they were there for me when no one else was. I have never known kindness and power, until I met your mother. I had never known forgiveness and wisdom until she introduced me to {Y/n}.”

“{Y/N}?” Harry mumbled out the new name and looked to the professor as Lupin nodded. “Lily Evans and {Y/N} {L/N}. They were inseverable, if you spoke of one of them. the other wasn't far behind. Even their names chased each other through the halls. Much like me and... well, your father. There was no Lily Evans without {Y/N} {L/N}, and the reverse was also true. They had a way about them, a way and a sight that saw something no one else could see in someone. They saw wonders and lights in the darkest rooms, they gave forgiveness and compassion to those who deserve nothing close to it. And they saw a wizard in a monster.” Lupin muttered the last part and hung his head before he looked up at Harry’s wide curious eyes.

“A monster, sir?”

“A story for another time.” Lupin mused and sat up straighter. “Your father on the other hand, now he had a talent for trouble.” He nudged Harry before he put his hands back into his pockets. “Rumor has it he's passed it onto you.”

Harry couldn't help the small smile that grew onto his face at the remark. So, his father was a lot like him, it seemed. That made him feel warm. 

He wished he could talk to Lupin all day.

[a-great-tragedy]

Based on what I know, I do not think Sirius and Regulus were even taught being gay was possible. I think Walburga/Orion refused to teach them it even exists. So I imagine them finding out like this:

Sirius: Yeah, if I was a girl I would probably date Remus to be honest. Such a shame it’s impossible for me to like him.

James: Impossible? What do you mean??

Sirius: Well you can only like people of the opposite gender.. right?

James: …No, you can like people of the same gender, that exists. It’s a thing.

Sirius: ( °ㅁ°)

Sirius: I must tell Reg

[moonshadoes]

i feel like peter would be that friend who is always on the most random side quests 😭 like they’re all blowing up the gc wondering where he is and bro’s judging a dog show 3 towns over 😭😭😭

[dashamkshh]

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.