#remus is madam pomfrey's son

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One random day in the Great Hall

Bellatrix : The Noble House of Black will always be on top !

Remus : *spits out his pumpkin juice and starts laughing uncontrollably*

Sirius : *blush furiously while trying to get Remus to shut up bc everyone is looking at them*

James : *trying for his deer life (and failing) to understand what's so funny*

Lily : *smirks* *just smirks*

Pomfrey : I KNEW IT ! MY BOY'S THE TOP ! HA ! I TOLD YOU MINERVA ! MY BOY'S THE DOM !

Minnie : *gives her 5 galleons while looking visibly frustrated and glaring at Sirius*

Remus : *laughs even harder if it's possible*

Regulus : *trying to forget the horrible traumatic images that are forming in his head and silently crying*

[lupinsversion]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧

• summary: when reader and remus’ son gets ill at school.

• a/n: i really wanted to write something including teddy, but tonks is not his mother in this, it would be you my darling

• contains: father-son duo

• word count: 911

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It was a Monday morning, a day that every student dreaded. It was another Monday that meant the school week was in full swing and a whole seven days of classes stretched into the future. For Professor Lupin, it was just another day where he’d go to class, check in with Teddy, and then continue working on the assignments for the class he instructed.

However, Teddy had other priorities. He’d woken up feeling sick. Not sick enough to skip class - he’d never even think of that - but sick enough that he looked it. Pale, sweating, overall just looking worse for wear as he struggled into class.

It hadn’t taken Remus long to spot the clear state that his son was in. The moment that Teddy had stepped into the class, the man’s gaze had snapped up from the stack of papers on his desk and he’d frowned. Teddy didn’t get sick very often, which meant that if he was, he probably felt pretty terrible.

As class went on, he would occasionally glance at his son, finding that Teddy looked worse and worse by the minute. And he had a feeling he knew exactly why; the boy had gone out in the rain last night.

But as class came to an end, Remus rose to his feet, his gaze flickering back to Teddy again. The kid looked downright miserable, the only thing keeping him upright seeming to be sheer stubbornness.

When the rest of the class began filtering out, Remus stepped up to Teddy’s desk, placing a gentle hand on his son’s shoulder. “You okay, Teddy?” The question was said quietly, a hint of concern laced in his tone.

Teddy looked up at his father groggily, offering him a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He didn’t want to admit that he was sick, not wanting his father to worry about him.

Remus wasn’t convinced, his gaze flickering over the boy as he took in just how rough he looked. “Uh huh,” he said skeptically, his hand moving up to press against Teddy’s forehead.

Teddy couldn’t help a shiver that shot through him, both a result of the coldness of his father’s hand and the burning fever that was clearly making itself apparent.

Remus’ frown deepened as his hand met Teddy’s skin. He was definitely warm; far too warm to be healthy. Taking a step closer, he crouched down so he was level with Teddy, his hand gently taking a hold of his chin and tilting his son’s face towards him.

Despite trying to force himself to keep a neutral expression, Teddy couldn’t hide the exhaustion that was written across his face. Remus noticed it immediately, his eyes narrowing in his assessment of his son’s health.

Seeing just how exhausted his son appeared, Remus couldn’t help but shake his head a little. Teddy was, if anything, too much like his mother. Stubborn enough to try and deny that he was sick even when it was painfully obvious.

“You, my boy, are not fine,” Remus spoke, a hint of sternness in his voice. “You’re burning up and look like you’re ready to fall over.”

Teddy frowned, not keen on being fussed over, especially by his father. “I’m fine, honestly. Really, I’m alright.” He insisted, his cheeks starting to get pink from the fever and the pressure of his father’s intense gaze.

Remus simply raised an eyebrow at his son’s words. He knew how stubborn Teddy could be, especially when it came to hiding any sort of weakness. “Uh huh, sure you are.” He said, his hand resting reassuringly on Teddy’s shoulder. “Then you won’t mind going to the hospital wing to let Madam Pomfrey take a look at you, will you?”

Teddy’s eyes widened, knowing that going to see Madam Pomfrey would end in him being pulled out of classes. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a sudden attack of coughing, his body shaking with the force of it.

Remus watched as his son’s protests were interrupted by violent coughs, the action causing Teddy to hunch forward as it wracked through him. He rubbed his hand reassuringly against the boy’s back, a frown on his face as he did so.

Once Teddy had caught his breath after the coughing fit, his father stood up and moved to stand next to him. “Come on," he instructed, his hand resting on Teddy’s shoulder. “You’re coming with me to the hospital wing.”

Teddy groaned, slumping forward and resting his head on the desk. “But-” He started to protest but was quickly cut off by his father’s stern glare. With a defeated sigh, he lifted his head, a pout on his face.

“No buts.” He said firmly. “Come on, up you get.” He reached out, gently tugging at his son’s arm in order to coax the complaining boy to his feet.

Teddy grudgingly stood up, leaning a little heavily against his father as the world spun around him. Taking a careful step forward, his legs felt weak beneath him, a testament to just how ill he felt. Remus instantly wrapped an arm around his waist, holding the boy up.

“Steady there.” He said, his voice laced with concern. He didn’t like seeing his son like this, so obviously suffering from whatever illness he had. “Lean on me,” Remus instructed, taking a step forward and pulling Teddy along with him out of the room and towards the hospital wing.

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Serendipity

chapter sixteen

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): cannonical death, violence, descriptives of battle/fighting, blood/injury mentions, brief allusions to torture, angst!

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The battle had been declared over as Professor Snape swept through the hallways, a gaggle of Death Eaters in tow. You're sat in the Hospital Wing, on a bed adjacent to where Bill Weasley lays motionless. The déjà vu of seeing Ron in his position, albeit less bloody, sends you into a spiralling orbit.

He's sat beside Hermione, who sits near the edge of your bed. He's staring between Bill's near fatal wounds and the injuries littering your own body, eyes laden with something akin to guilt. But he makes no move to approach you, content with gripping Hermione's trembling hands in his own.

After what had felt like ions of time, Ginny bursts through the door with Hagrid and a disheveled Harry in tow. Everyone in the room could see that they all had tears in their eyes.

Hermione was hugging Harry the instant she layed her eyes on him.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Remus' voice is soft and bathed in concern as he anxiously moved towards him.

"I'm fine." He said, and you can see that there is barely a scratch marring his skin. As if he hadn't even been faced with the threat of the raging battle. "How's Bill?"

No one answered his question and you avoided the scrutinising gaze that swept over you as it settled on where everyone had gathered around the eldest son's hospital bed.

Bill's handsome face was entirely unrecognisable. His skin was slashed and ripped apart with gaping wounds that Madame Pomfrey diligently attended to (you knew it was in vain). Scarily, it reminded you of Draco's harrowing wounds and a sick sense of satisfaction coarsed through you when you saw that Harry was clearly thinking the same thing.

"Can't you fix them with a charm or something?" Harry asked the matron, eyes skirting to your's briefly.

"I'm afraid no charm will work on these, dear." she replied despondently. "There is no cure for a werewolf bite."

Your eyes closed with guilt. If only you had turned the corner faster.

"But he wasn't bitten on a full moon." Ron said earnestly as he looked at his brother's marred face as if he could heal it himself with sheer willpower. "Greyback didn't look like he'd transformed. So surely he won't be a real-"

Remus squirmed under Ron's apt attention.

"No, I don't think that Bill will be a true werewolf," he said slowly, and he spares you a passing glance. "But that doesn't mean that there won't be side effects. They will likely never heal completely. Had Meadow not been where she was, he could be fully turned, or worse."

He doesn't have to voice it for everyone to know what he means. If you were not in the right place, at the right time, Bill Weasley would surmount to a name engraved on stone. Instantly you're brought back to the moment that could've been drastically different, had you not rounded the corner when you did.

Antonin Dolohov was relentless in his attack against you. From the moment the Death Eaters began littering the Astronomy corridors like an infestation, he had drawn an imaginary target on your back. He'd caught you unaware as you guarded the corridors, as instructed by Remus, who knew you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer when you'd asked him where you were needed. Dolohov had seen you there and he'd thought you were just a defensless girl who didn't know that she'd just walked head first onto a battlefield. Little did he know, you'd had experience fighting his people, had experience beating them.

He'd severely underestimated you.

"You're merely a sheep in a wolves' fight, girl. Give up now and you can go back to preening in your precious common room. I'll even show you mercy." He'd sneered at you with barely restrained fury and disgust.

So colour him surprised when his cocky taunting was met with a harsh clash of your own power, ebbing and flowing through you and your conduit like a gushing river as you snarled at him.

You'd hit each other with a mix of offensive and defensive spells, both of you sporting painful and aching injuries that gushed with blood. But you felt none of it as you pushed back against his onslaught of unforgivables with spells of your own unconscious making – wordlessly drawing from the magic surrounding you, flicking your wand; causing him to sprout all sorts of oddities, conjured from your imagination. From agonising boils to hulking antlers that caused him to stumble with the added weight that left him off kilter.

Injuries had scarcely evaded you. You knew that you would not walk away unscathed, but you were unprepared for just how bloody and battered you would be. Where you skin was once smooth and silky, littered with only the slightest of imperfections, large lacerations embedded within the tattered scraps of your clothing decorated your stomach, but you ignored the blinding pain in favour of pinning Dolohov to the wall with your power. His eyes were wide with disbelief as you wordlessly stunned him with a final strike of relentlessness.

You watched with a scary amount of glee as he crumbled unceremoniously to the floor.

Not wasting another second, you round the corner that would take you closer to the Astronomy tower; closer to the bloodshed. And that's when you see it.

Fenrir Greyback leaning over an unmoving body, teeth and claws bared for all to see, sticky blood gleaming in the low moonlight as they raise to make the final striking blow. But there's no one here. Only the three of you. You don't even think before you're acting upon instinct.

"No! Get away from them!" you scream, distracting the werewolf momentarily, enough for you to glimpse the eldest Weasley brother's disheveled form. Your stomach drops.

Greyback turns to you with a menacing growl before he's moving towards you at inhumane speed.

"Stupify!" You shout, wand pointing in Greyback's direction. A jet of strong red magic errupts from the tip of your wand, swirling with malicious intent, just barely skimming the creature's shoulder. He snarls at you with narrowed eyes full of unrestrained anger, before he lunges at you with an animalistic roar.

You barely manage to move in the opposite direction, his claws nipping at your side with a lethal grace you barely register. You cry out, but don't let the adrenaline rush, from your previous fight with Dolohov, run dry as you turn to him and push a wave of power that has him stumbling in place.

His beady eyes are zeroed in on you as your magic clashes with his sedulous blows, so he doesn't see the second body creeping on silent feet behind him, until Remus Lupin has knocked him out cold and binded him with a simple leg-locking charm.

"I thought I told you to stay in your designated corridor?" he says raggedly, staring pointedly at you as you lean heavily against the wall.

"Dolohov ambushed me. I couldn't very much stay there." You pant, holding a hand against your side as you stare at the unmoving body between you and your old professor. It's then that your gaze snaps to Bill, who's chest barely rises with a stuttering breath.

"Bill– Greyback was about to ki– to kill him. We have to help him!" You say and Remus follows your gaze, face paling exponentially as he takes in the jagged claw marks that have mutilated the man's handsome features. He sees you hyperventilate and makes the decision to abandon the battle, with you in tow, so that Bill has a fighting chance of getting back to his family and his new fiancé alive.

"We'll take him to the Hospital Wing-" he says resolutely, but at the look on your face, he says, "The battle will go on without us, Meadow. Come, can you manage?"

You nod, despite the pain that rattles you from the inside out. You feel the impenetrable steel of your mental shields cracking and remending itself as you fight to keep out the feeling of pain that was waiting to pounce on you, vision swimming in an ocean of dark spots as you push all your effort into dragging Bill's deadweighted body towards the ward.

You shrank under their gazes as they turned to you, Molly and Arthur in silent gratitude and Fleur (Bill's fiancé) had tears streaming down her perfect cheeks as she nodded gratefully at you. Harry observed your bloody and bruised state before he walked right up to your bed.

"You saved him?" he questioned you, as if he hadn't known you for six years of his life. Hadn't known that you would do anything for the people you love. You scowled at him in disbelief.

"Of course I saved him, Potter." you snap, grimacing at the pull of the wounds on your stomach. "I'm not a monster."

Most of the adults seemed surprised by the coldness that settled between the two of you. Not expecting the hostility that swirled in your eyes. Flinching at the way you spat his surname with distain. Remus' eyes were questioning and the twins exchanged looks of utter confusion as your friendship with Harry used to be so full of light.

Harry looks like he's about to respond to you but Ron's weak voice stops him in his tracks.

"Dumbledore will know something, right? Where is he?"

Ginny and Harry seem to collectively inhale before she reveals something that entirely rocks the axis of the world.

"Ron, Dumbledore is dead."

~∞~

You can't quite believe what you're hearing. Dumbledore is dead.

Dumbledore is dead.

There is a collective guffaw of disbelief as Order members waited for her to withdraw her statement, but you can see it in her eyes and in the way she opens up her mind for you to see the scene.

The downpour of the rain is perfect personification of the devastating loss that even the Earth is affected by.

Dumbledore's body lying motionless in the grass. Eyes closed, cheeks sullen and grey.

The way his limbs had naturally fallen, made it look as if he were only sleeping peacefully.

Albus Dumbledore is dead. Now there was no one to stand in the way of Voldemort's plans.

"How?" Remus' voice is is laden with sadness as he slumps into one of the visitors' chairs that littered the room. Madame Pomfrey was openly sobbing into Professor McGonagall's shoulder, as the latter stared unblinkingly at Harry, tears lining her eyes and falling silently down her cheeks.

"Snape killed him. I saw it happen." Harry said, and your eyes widened, remembering something Mattheo had said only hours ago.

"There are spies everywhere, Granger don't act so surprised."

You spare a glance towards the people that Mattheo had warned earlier that day; all wearing an expression similar to your own, one full of recognition and betrayal.

"We apparated back onto the Astronomy tower. He was weak but I think he realised it was a trap the second we righted ourselves. He immobilised me almost instantly."

He turns to you then, his face and tone of voice accusatory.

"I was under the invisibility cloak, when Malfoy came out of the shadows. He disarmed him and left him defenseless."

Your breathe hitched as Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.

"More and more Death Eaters were arriving but Snape was the one to do it. He cast the Avada Kedavra but Malfoy was meant to do it."

Draco was sent to kill the most powerful wizard in Britain at the risk of losing his own life.

The echoing sound of sobs filled the Hospital Wing but Harry ignored them and turned his angry gaze to you.

"Did you know?" he asks you, his voice low. "Did you know that your boyfriend was a Death Eater?"

Your breath trembled as you only nodded once. The room went stale and icy, as if a tendril of cold shadows had swept through the ward. They were all looking at you with mistrust, as if you hadn't just risked your life to save one of their own.

"How long?" He was practically stood nose to nose with you, only the metal bed frame stood in his way. "How long have you known about all of them."

"Christmas." you whisper as tears collected in your waterline, the guilt of keeping this knowledge to yourself swallowing you whole. "I've known since Christmas."

"You're a disgrace. You knew this whole time, but didn't say a thing? And you still begged Dumbledore for help? Well look where that got him!" He says angrily and you flinch away as his wand hand extends towards you, but he doesn't get to do whatever it was he was going to do, because Mattheo Riddle is striding into the Hospital Wing with murder singing in his dark, onyx eyes.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her." He snarls as he pushes Harry away from you, placing himself in front of you protectively.

Instantly, the Order members who are dotted in every crevice of the Hospital Wing are stood to attention as Mattheo and Harry stare eachother down, wands raised towards the other, ready to swarm in for the kill if Mattheo so much as harmed one hair on the Chosen One's head.

"You got Dumbledore killed." Harry hissed as he raised his steady wand hand towards Mattheo's stoic face.

"Oh? I recall our own Professor Snape performing the killing curse, Potter. You said so yourself. Yet, you did nothing to stop it." Mattheo retorts softly, his own wand hand poised for the kill, as he smirks at Harry surprised face.

You observed him from the bed you were confined to. Physically, he looked fine, not an injury in sight. But you could see it in his eyes, the horror and the guilt festering there.

He was dressed in the same clothes as earlier: jeans and a long sleeved black shirt that emphasised his impressive Beater built, except now he wore a billowing black cloak over the top of it, resembling those which the Death Eaters you'd just fought were wearing. You reach for the arm closest to you, his left one, and you caress it in a familiarly comforting way, fighting the instinctive flinch as your fingers graze the Dark Mark that has been burning against his skin since that afternoon.

"Mattheo? What are you doing here?" Your quiet voice knocks him from the staring contest, and his hard face softens as he finally takes a more thorough look of you. Your clothes are torn, dried blood splattered across the white of your shirt and his brows furrow as onyx eyes roam over your bandaged stomach.

"I tried to reach you." He said in a low voice that betrays the panic he had felt every time he attempted to breech your impenetrable walls. "But you weren't there."

He sounds relieved to know that you were okay. That although injured, you were alive.

"I thought you'd be impressed." You say with a light laugh that doesn't reach your eyes. "I finally managed to block you out without so much as a trace."

His own responding laughter is small and barely heard as he sits on the edge of your bed, ignoring the looks and the glares being sent his way as he takes your face into both of his calloused hands, cradling your jaw with a tenderness that has your heart weeping in your chest. His eyes dart between your own.

"I would be bursting with pride if I hadn't been so worried. I thought you could be dead, love."

His eyes were downcast and there was a sheen of brimming tears reflecting in their onyx depths. Your hand went to cradle his own cheek and he smiled as your fingers gently grazed his under eye.

Your bubble of solitude is popped when the Order members closest to you move to grab him while he was distracted and unaware.

"What are you doing?" You snap at Tonks, who moves away from you with arms raised in surrender, eyes wide as they take a step away from you.

"He's the enemy, Miss Meadow." Mad-Eye sneers at you, but you only form a barrier of indigo around the two of you, that none of them can penetrate without being burned.

"He's quite literally the devil's spawn." Another member, that you don't know the name of, says callously and you thrown her a look of malice.

"And I wonder who tipped you off before the battle even began?" You retort with an air of sarcasm that has the woman rolling her eyes at you.

Looking between the Order members surrounding you, among that annoyingly blank faces, Remus' expression surprises you the most. He looks like he's seen a ghost. Face pale and eyes wide as he stares from Mattheo to you, and back again. He's the only one in the room who looks like he vaguely understands.

"The reason I asked Dumbledore for help was because I thought he would give them sanctuary. They can't escape their families or their fate but I tried. I didn't want to see them dead." You say, words catching in your throat as a sob crawls its way to the surface. Immediately, Mattheo has you wrapped in an embrace; it's awkward and a little unconventional since he's trying not to disturb your wounds, but it's a comfort nonetheless.

Remus' understanding eyes are suddenly awash with sorrow.

"So you're saying that he got the Order to help? Riddle gave us the upper hand?" Ron sounds like he doesn't believe a word you're saying and you don't blame him, not really.

"Yes. He did." Hermione replied and everyone turns to her incredulously. "He came over to us earlier this afternoon and when I told him that Dumbledore wasn't here, he sounded genuinely alarmed."

Heads swivel back and forth between where Mattheo is sat nonchalantly and where Hermione sits. Some Order members were baffled that Hermione was willingly defending someone like him.

"I-it's true." Neville reaffirms and Luna and Ginny both nod. "I didn't quite know what to think of it. But it gave you all the advantage, didn't it?"

"We outnumbered them three to one." Tonks mused as they looked at you with newly formed consideration.

"Yes. They seemed genuinely surprised that we were already waiting for them." Remus muses and steps towards your bed, but pauses at the heat coming defensively off of the barrier that still sang malevolently between you and the Order.

"I've never liked my father's agenda. But he'd kill me and my family if I disobeyed him. The sole purpose of our friendship," Mattheo motions between the two of you, "was for the benefit of them, not me."

"Why would the friendship be mutually beneficial?" Mad-Eye prompts. He still looks untrusting of Mattheo, his voice laden with suspicion.

The two of you share a look of understanding. One that transcends levels that not one person in that room could comprehend.

He's been teaching me Legillimency.

None of the Order members flinch when you enter their minds, being adequately trained in the ability. But Remus is impressed by your level of control and skill as you talk to all of them at once, a small smile gracing his previously sullen face.

"There has to be more." Harry mumbled to himself as he paces. "What of your abilities?" He asks you and he motions towards the indigo energy field that has begun slowly dissipating as the Order members backed off inch by inch.

Mattheo squeezes your interlinked hands and you turn to smile up at him, but he's not looking at you. He's looking between all adults in the room, before settling his eyes on Remus.

"We suspected for a while that Meadow was different." He says and you startle.

What? You ask him wordlessly, incredulity spreading across your features. He still won't look at you, the only response is a tighter grip of your hand. You feel his regret cling to you like a second skin.

"I noticed that she was learning Legillimency early on in fifth year." At the looks of distrust, he clarified. "I'm particularly sensitive to Occlimency. People's thoughts are loud in my head, constantly."

The ability was practically tortured into me. He said that to you, and to you alone.

You squeeze his hand in your's, providing comfort even in the midst of wanting the answers for yourself.

"I also suspected that she had siphon-like abilities around the same time after seeing her excel with wandless and non-verbal magic with ease that only few people possess." He says, turning towards you. He fights the urge to press away the frown on your face with a kiss. He knows that what he's about to confess may destroy any of the trust he had built with you, but you deserve the truth.

Even if it costs him everything.

"When Theo told me that you were his patrol partner last year, I knew that I had a golden opportunity. So I told him to befriend you." He says, his voice low and hoarse, and he hates the way your hand loosens in his hold. "He hated the idea at first because of your affiliation with Potter, and he was only cordial out of obligation. But then something changed. He said that you were kind to him, despite his reluctance. Compassionate and understanding. You listened when he ranted about his father and you were a friend in a time he really needed it. I never wanted any of them to be a part of this, so I told him that I had a plan of sorts to get them all out.

Since the beginning of the year, under the guise of tutor sessions, I've helped her strengthen her ability as a Legillimens in the hopes that if my father ever discovered her abilities, that she would not submit to his mind control and torture. But it was also selfishly in hopes of discovering, for myself, if I was right."

"So the whole time we were searching for answers," you say in a whisper, but he heard the betrayal lacing your tone as if you'd screamed at him, "you knew the whole time? All of you?"

"Yes and I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you, sweetheart. So deeply sorry." He says quietly, his onyx eyes big and wide with the hope that you would show him forgiveness.

"What will your father do if he finds out about me?" You ask, but it's Arthur Weasley who speaks up for the first time since you all entered the Hospital Wing.

"I suspect that, if Dumbledore knew of your powers, that he also knows. It's only a matter of if he knows who you are." His words cut deep, and the look that Mad-Eye gives him tells you that he might have said something he shouldn't.

"Hold on? You all knew?" Harry asks incredulously, and you can't help but agree with your estranged friend. You look around at the adults who look between eachother with wide, panicking eyes.

"Dumbledore mentioned it in a meeting shortly after Katie was cursed." George mumbled, avoiding your scrutinising eye contact. "He'd been keeping a close eye on you. So has Snape."

Harry's attention snaps to George.

"So Voldemort probably already knows about her then."

"That stupid old man doesn't know anything." Mattheo snapped, his knuckles going white with how hard they're clenched shut. "I've made sure of it."

"How?" Remus asks softly, moving closer so that he can sit on the bed beside your's now that your display of magical power had dissipated, putting himself between the Order and Mattheo in the process.

"I knew of his return at the same time as all of you. This-" he lifts the sleeve of his robe up and you reach for his clenching hand instinctively as there are collective gasps of horror echoing around the room. You can't believe he's willingly displaying it.

"Théo-" What are you doing? You prepared to snap at anyone who dared harm him as his sleeve brushes inflamed skin.

Gaining their trust. Or attempting to, at least. By being honest.

The Dark Mark is surrounded by irritated skin where it is inked onto his forearm. The fresh scars melting into the old ones. But the mark is unaffected, twisting and curling as if laughing at his attempts to relinquish it from his body.

"This started to burn as soon as Pettigrew threw him into the cauldron in that graveyard two years ago." Mattheo continues, only locking eyes with you now.

"How do you know about that?" Harry asks with skepicism and Mattheo turns towards him. "You weren't there that night."

"No but my father showed me his rebirth, right after he greeted me, for the first time in fourteen years, by seeing how long I could withstand the cruciatus curse."

"But how is this relevant?" one Order member asks and you fight a snarl from reaching your lips as Mattheo pushes his sleeve down, concealing the Mark from view.

"He knows that there is a siphon in your ranks." He says and he mentally soothes you as you flinch at his words. "But he thinks it's a senior member. He would never suspect a sixth year to harbour so much power. We're not meant to harness that sort of skill yet."

"And how have you been preventing him from finding out?" that same Order member from before sneers and you wandlessly throw up a wall of indigo that has the man bouncing back as he steps forward a little too harshly.

You know without him having to verbalise it. Know what lengths he went to, to protect you and his family. You want to cry, with him and for him and all that he has endured.

"Did you not listen to a word he just said?" You snap at the man, who cowers under the glowing indigo of your gaze. Mattheo's presence is the only thing tethering you to sanity right now.

"The important thing," Remus says, interrupting the tense atmosphere. "Is that he does not know about Meadow. We must keep it that way."

Mattheo nods at his old professor and you can see in his glazed over eyes that they are having a wordless conversation.

She can detect horcruxes, can't she? Remus asks and Mattheo's imperceptive nod gives him the answer he needs.

"I just have one question." Fred speaks up after a lull of uncomfortable silence overtook the ward. He looks deep in thought and there's an undercurrent of curiousity in the way his cerulean eyes dart from you to Mattheo.

"Are you in love with her?"

You expected Fred to be full of jealousy, considering you had been attached at the hip in the previous year. But instead, there's only understanding in the older twin's eyes. Mattheo must see it too, because he doesn't utter a snarky reply like you expect and Fred nods with what you think is approval, at his response.

"Yes. Irrevocably and undeniably."

Your heart flutters in your chest as your cheeks flush at the admission.

You had known for a while. But neither of you had voiced those three words in fear that everything would come crashing down around you. Still, you can feel it deep in your soul as his words settle in your chest.

He loves you. Irrevocably and undeniably, he loves you.

He had been under the impression that he'd inherited his father's curse. Never being able to fall in love. But his mother must live on in him somehow. Because he can feel it like it's a separate entity attaching itself to his heart by a thread that had been slowly stitching it together overtime.

Although many of your friends are looking at him in a new light, even Ron who finds himself squeezing Hermione's still trembling hands with his own, the people in that room did not trust the Riddle heir; many were wary of the Dark Mark that marred his skin like a deathly omen. But Remus can see the ghost of another in the way Mattheo acts and he knows that Regulus Black would be proud of what Mattheo has been doing right under his father's watchful eye.

He can only hope that you remain hidden in plain sight, long enough to give them a fighting chance.

For now, he has decided that he needs to cash in an age old favour from the one person he is certain can help your friends; Andromeda Tonks was more than happy to help.

~∞~

i changed the way i approached the ending so many times lol

we're about to delve into very war-time centric chapters now (fair warning, its gonna get angsty and a little dark very quickly)

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[goformoony]

i could talk about remus lupin forever so heres a rant/character study as writer..

Remus Lupin got bitten at the age of 4, before this him and his parents were an average family. nothing too exciting, nothing too romantic, one of those families you know settled and not in the good kinda way, but it is his family. he is an only child, hope wanted more children maybe to fill a void she was trying to cover up, but when Remus got bitten obviously that shook her wants. Lyall felt shame, he couldn’t depict exactly if it was shame for his son or for himself, he already kept the fact that he was a werewolf a secret and the fact that the guy who turned him now turned his almost 5 year old son. So a few months later he killed himself, leaving Hope alone with Remus, she tried to take care of her little boy, but it was always the bare minimum because she was just a muggle, Lyall didn’t really teach her about magic and she was scared. So she did what was best at 6 years old she gave Remus to Mcgonagall who in turn didn’t know what to do with him either, but Madame Pomfrey wanted him, and after a few days realized she too wanted him. So he now had 2 Mom’s and his Mother promised to write, but didn’t. He grew up in the magic world, with gentle, but firm parents who loved dearly. He knew nothing but love even though he wondered what happened to his Mother. At 11 he met James Potter, the overly outgoing kind boy that loved making friends and took in Remus. He didn’t know what to think, but like an extrovert adopting an introvert it just happened, which is where he meets Sirius Black. Who didn’t know what to think of him at first because of his somewhat shyness, and also being taller than him. But once Remus pointed out David Bowie in his muggle music they were just fine.

He showed the boys his favorite things magic mixed with muggle, Mcgonagall not letting him forget about the muggle world. Chocolate, his favorite music, posters in his room, he showed James muggle movies he’s never seen.

Until Remus realized he had feelings for who he considered his best friend even though he knew he wasn’t Sirius’s best friend. The slight touches while passing, the sitting a little too close while studying, the way Sirius would sneak into his bed so Remus could read to him and, James and Peter would find them slumped (again). James pretended like he didn’t know, but come on his parents are the most precious love story how could he not?

When the boys found out he was a werewolf they didn’t turn him away or even get scared like he remember’s Hope’s eyes being. If anything they were excited… and without him knowing learned the animagus spell turning themselves into animals to keep their remus safe. Sirius a black wolf, James a stag, and Peter a hamster. So even when he was his monstrous self he still had a home. but little did he know the cat he saw every once in a while was Mcgonagall to make sure her boy was safe. And no even though the spell was illegal she kept it a secret for the inseparable boys because Remus felt safety and that’s all she wanted for him. Remus always had a home.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 21 – prompt 21: Skele-gro – word count 729

Skele-gro - Regrows missing bones

“How long do I have? Please, I need to tell my friends goodbye!”

“Oh, stop fussing, Mr Potter, you won’t be dying today, I assure you!”

 Remus chuckled as Madame Pomfrey’s exasperated voice rose form behind the curtain. He knew Poppy, and the more she talked, the better the news. It was when she silently went to work on whatever wounds she had to deal with that you needed to worry, and he knew that better than anyone else. To be honest, he had worried when James had plummeted from his broom to the ground during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match earlier. Marlene had aimed a bludger at the Slytherin seeker, but Regulus Black had dodged it at the last second while James, who had been right behind him, had been hit at full force. They had immediately taken him to the Hospital Wing, him and Peter levitating him as carefully as they could while Sirius held his left hand as James moaned he didn’t feel his right arm anymore and Marlene followed, apologising every few steps.

The curtain was abruptly moved back, revealing the bed where James laid in his pyjamas, his right arm bandaged and secured around his neck.

“Now stay down, Mr Potter,” Madame Pomfrey said. “You can stay with your friends for a while, before they have to leave but don’t you dare get up, alright?”

The others immediately gathered around the bed, while Remus moved to the nurse’s side.

“How is he?” he asked.

“Rarely seen such a bad fracture,” she shook her head. “I had to vanish the bone and give him Skele-gro to have it regrow from scratch, so he’ll have to stay overnight. But he should be fine tomorrow morning, even if he looks about to make his will right now.”

Remus looked back at the bed, where James was slowly patting Marlene on the head as she apologised once again.

“I forgive you, McKinnon, I know you didn’t mean it,” he said slowly. “You can have my position as Captain when I’m gone. If you want to amend, you can name the first son you and Dorcas will have after me.”

“You’ll be alright, Prongs, we’ve seen worse,” Peter shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“Et tu, Peter?” James moaned. “I lay dying and you betray me like this, trying to make me believe I’ll be back again on my broom, my only reason to live?”

“I thought I was your only reason to live!” Sirius exclaimed from where he was kneeling by the bed, James’s left hand clutched in his.

“Padfoot, my brother,” James sighed, turning to look at Sirius. “Take care of my parents for me, will you? You’ll be the only one they’ll have left.”

“I promise, Prongs, on my life,” Sirius said solemnly.

“Are you sure you’re his boyfriend and not Mr Potter?” Madame Pomfrey asked in a puzzled tone.

Remus just chuckled and joined the others at James’s bedside. As he settled by his side, he felt Sirius lean into him, his tense body relax slightly as the tension of the accident waned.

“You’d better sleep now, Prongs,” he smiled. “Skele-gro isn’t fun, you’d better have some rest while you can.”

“And spend the night here all on my own? On my deathbed?”

“It’s not your deathbed, Prongs” Peter rolled his eyes. “Cheer up, we still managed to beat Slytherin despite your accident!”

“Speaking of,” Remus looked at James. “How did that happen? Baby Black managed to dodge Marlene’s bludger, and you’re normally fast as well yet you got hit.”

James muttered something as his cheeks got red. Remus felt Sirius tense again by his side and he passed an arm around his boyfriend, letting his fingers massage his shoulder while Sirius leaned even more into him.

“What was that?” Peter smirked.

James muttered again, not looking up from his bedsheets, but Marlene shook her head.

“He got distracted looking at baby Black,” she snorted. “It’s been like this the whole match.”

James got even redder and managed to look up from the bed to Sirius, who hid his face in Remus’s shoulder.

“I told you he was walking into walls way more often than usual, baby” Remus chuckled.

“This is not fair, Moony,” Sirius whined. “Is no one straight here anymore?”

“No, thank goodness,” Remus answered, kissing his boyfriend’s hair.

[princeloww]

In 1974, the full moon fell 2 days before Remus Lupin's birthday.

Exhausted and brutally injured, Remus is unable to leave the hospital wing for the next few days. This moon was a particularly bad one, the week of his birthday, leaving his muscles aching and his bones sore and skin scarred and bruised.

At midnight on the 10th of March, the mauraders use the invisibility cloak to sneak into the hospital wing and wake Remus up, giving him cake and chocolate and treating him like its just a normal birthday. Although exhausted, Remus is grateful to spend the early morning with his friends, distracted from the pain and just feeling like a normal boy.

In the morning, Madam Pomfrey arrives to check on Remus and sees three other sleeping boys around him, messy and surrounded by the remains of a grand feast. Although she will tell them off sternly, she is happy to see the content, dreamily sleeping look on her dearest patient, almost as close as a son to her, as he lies surrounded by his best friends.

They all struggle to hide their grins, and shifty glances at each other as she scolds them once they eventually wake up. Forcing them out, Poppy turns to Remus and smiles. "Happy birthday, Remus."

He grins back at her, the happiest she has seen him in a while.

<3

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMUS<3)

[wolfstarhaven]

FLATMATES (part 2)

Two years ago today I made my flatmates rec list, which is my favourite list ever. I never get tired of this trope. So, since it is once again my birthday, here are some lovely additions!

losing my mind, thinking about you, by drowsyanddazed (16k)

The black kohl along his water line is smudged, black flecks of it dusting his cheekbone. His hair is still flying everywhere, whipping across his face. He’s a mess. He’s the blurred edges of a photograph. He’s a heartbeat and stinging lungs. He’s the rattling behind Remus’ ribcage. And Sirius grins at him, tongue between teeth —illecebrous and tantalising and all things beautiful and dangerous— and all the air rushes out of Remus’ lungs in one fell swoop. He’s lightheaded and dizzy and burning.

An absolute gem, this one. In which the first wizarding war is on the rise, but the boys are flatmates and they go grocery shopping!! The jealousy and pining is perfect.

Heat the Winter Floods + A Little Sincerity Is a Dangerous Thing, by daphnaea (6k)

(Two parts)

It was funny, Sirius thought, the things you could fail to learn about your best mate despite sharing a dormitory for seven years.

A story of pining for you flatmate, in two parts. Set during the first war, it’s slightly angsty but oh so lovely and well-written.

Seeing Other People, by swings_and_roundabouts (21k)

Where Sirius is hopelessly in love with Remus Lupin who is always just a little out of reach. But their friends with benefits situation isn't sustainable, Remus is so close yet so far away and Sirius doesn't know if he can take it anymore.

Once again, they live together and are friends with benefits. Lots of pining, jealousy and idiocy follows, as well as a sort of “break-up”. This is quite angsty, very much a “requited unrequited love” kind of fic (which I LOVE).

Friends Don't, by shadow_prince (2k)

That didn’t stop him from glancing over the top of the paper to where he stood at the edge of the hallway. He was frozen in the way you froze just before you kicked off the ground on your broom. Right before a runner pushed off the block. Right before you dove off a cliff into the sea. Frozen with the promise of movement about to burst forth.

Sirius watched him, holding his breath.

“You’re lying.”

Short and sweet, less angst and more fluff!

the son and heir of nothing in particular, by @steelycunt (24k)

Remus is nineteen and tired, now. And he knows that if he and Sirius were ever going to become anything—if Sirius loved Remus the way Remus loves, and will probably always love, him—it already would’ve happened.

Another fic that proves that this trope is the absolute best. In which Remus is a stubborn prick (we love him) who refuses to move in with Sirius — but in the end he has no choice. There’s arguing, hurt feelings, and a stupid amount of pining. And, let’s now forget, the writing is out of this world lovely. Ridi’s characterisation of Remus is to die for. A must read!

Don't Make Me Beg For You (Because I'll Beg For You), by CuriousMay (14k)

“What?”

"You know, Rita Schaffer? She was that 4th year who had that incident with Bleatchley's Beauty Bleach in '75 just after our exams and Madam Pomfrey had to regrow all her hair-" Remus starts as he puts down the tomato but Sirius cuts him off with a sharp wave of his hand.

"No, not that, you idiot. The other bit. You said - you said you're in love with me?"

This fic was so much fun! In which Remus thinks that everyone, including Sirius, knows that he’s in love with him. Turns out: Sirius didn’t know. Some big realisations, pining and lots of sexual tension ensue.

Practical Oddities, by lurikko (48k)

Regulus needs a place to stay, Remus needs to get over Sirius. It’s August 1979 and things are getting out of hands.

In which Remus lives on Sirius’ sofa. That is, until Regulus shows up. Slow burn and beautiful pining in a First War setting. Lovely!

stars by the pocketful, by simplyylupin (16k)

But Sirius, Sirius is winter. He’s the cold mornings that startle you awake the instant you step outside. He’s the intricate snowflakes, the blunt shards of ice. He’s the holiday cheer, the twinkling lights and dainty decorations. He’s Aurora Borealis twisting around blinking stars. Remus always feels like he’s dying during winter. And if that isn’t the most ironic thing.

A wintery muggle au 5+1 fic full of not so subtle mutual pining. Very very cute!

Hic sunt dracones, by aryastark_valarmorghulis (5k)

Remus and Sirius try putting on makeup and end up trying a lot more: sex, kissing, and maybe even talking about feelings.

Well-written and spicy🌶️ Also very sweet! Poor Remus is pining like mad, and then he has to live through Sirius putting makeup on him? Torture☺️

I've sat upon the setting sun, by fiddleleafedfig (4k)

Sirius could see the swoop of long eyelashes that lined the brown eyes, still glued to the notebook in front of him. And as those sunrays danced, Sirius felt something heavy hit the pit of his stomach, simultaneously lodging itself in his throat.

A short story of falling in love over the years. They don’t live together in the beginning, but they do later on. Sweet fluff!

xx Elliot

[lakeofflowerss]

micro fic - 594 words.

My sweet boy

As you know, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes.

She was kneeling beside him, caressing his sleeping face as she had done so many times before. She arranged the tousled hair that fell over his forehead. It was dirty, he had cuts she hadn't seen the previous time, dust was all over him and the trail of a dried tear ran in a line down his skin until it got lost in his ear.

His eyes closed, firmly sealed, his skin losing all traces of color, his lips turning a terrifying gray, a gray that dictated the sentence. Never again would those lips part, never again would they release the most shameful profanities in the days before the full moon, never again would they release the heartbreaking wails that accompanied the pain and anguish that followed each transformation. Those lips would never be portals to the sweetest words a mother could hear from her son. For yes, he was her son. She loved him and had taken care of everything as a mother would her little boy.

She took his hand, cold at this point, and wrapped it between her own in a vain attempt to provide warmth. Her surroundings were completely silent, only she was left with the sea of memories brought back by the familiar faces of those fallen.

She looked down again and a tear of her own fell on her boy's cheek. She would never have allowed it but the truth is that she could not even feel the burning in his eyes flooded with painful tears that struggled to break through the windows of anguish without any permission.

She wiped away the adventurous tear and without being able to help herself she leaned towards the man. Man who used to be her boy, her child, her little son. She pulled him to her and cradled him to her chest. This time she didn't feel his arms around her body, she didn't feel the tremors of crying or laughing, she didn't hear him murmuring and the most painful thing was that she didn't feel him breathing.

She was a fool, she knew it. But even the hearts of the wisest people hold out hope for miracles. She began humming a sweet melody but now, filled with pain, it felt so bitter.

She closed her eyes and her mind took her to relive the same situation but in a different circumstance. One of the last transformations of the boy in his first year at Hogwarts. He was a very thin and tall boy, yet he let himself be lulled by her as if he were a baby. He was crying, she felt him sobbing under her embrace. His arms were around her as she combed the messy hair, covered with dirt and dried blood. There were cuts on his face that she didn't see the previous time, there were tears rolling down his cheeks, his breathing was ragged from crying.

"My little Remus, my sweet boy, it's time to rest. Everything will stop hurting soon. I will take care of you."

So she had said at the time, and now she repeated it softly though the calm was already a fact that would last forever. Eternal rest and the cessation of pain had come for her son. Son who would live on in her heart even as it was forever shattered.

Madame Pomfrey wept inconsolably in the privacy of her office once the bodies were removed. She had always cared for and protected him, this time it had been too late but at least peace had come to her son.

[cassiopeiasfalling]

Not that anyone asked for it but here are things from the Marauders Fandom I ship, Head cannon, and don't agree with

Peter was a part of the Marauders

Remus, Sirius, and James DIDN'T hate Peter

One-sided prongstail is amazing

Welsh Remus Lupin

French Sirius Black

Scottish Lily Evans and Petter Pettigrew

Puertorican James potter

Lilypads friendship>>>>>

Remus and Lily's friendship <3

Reggie and Dorcas Friendship<3

The Rosier twins are black

Madame Pomfrey and Remus definitely had a mother-son relationship

Remus was not I REPEAT was NOT the Casanova

Peter was loved by all and unproblematic

Remus had limited mobility and needed a cane most of the time

Peter and Marlene definitely hung out together

Pandalily is so cute

Slytherin skittles is such a bad name

Sirius would not be fem

QUILLKILLER OMGGGGGG

Peter would totally join girl's night

Sirius was queer and probably hated labels

Can we stop saying Lily Evans Potter, she was so much more than her relationship with James

[athenasparrow]

A microfic series: all the times they touched...

Inspired by @jilymicrofics prompt list. This was originally going to be all smut, but someone seems to have swapped out my sprinkles! We will see where it takes us...

Lay All Your Love On Me on AO3 💜

Prompt: tender

Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

The first time Lily kisses James, there is no dazzling display of fireworks or crackle of lighting. It’s fleeting and delicate: a glimmer of hope in a deep abyss of despair.  The Hospital Wing is often a place of healing and solace for the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Today the impending struggle for life hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the taut anxiety that rolls off his friends gathered around his bed.  She can’t get past the Auror – and even if she could, she has no place – so she’s left to catch glimpses through the open door. Madam Pomfrey’s robes are a crisp, stark contrast to the green robes of the St. Mungo's healers. The sharp antiseptic potions mix with the soft herbal draughts, wafting up Lily’s nose. She’s too worried to itch. She's frozen. A symphony of spells echoes as the healers orchestrate a gentle weave of magic around him. Enchantments sing in harmony, the raw power drifting from the room and sizzling as it meets her icy cloak of fear. She steps forward and catches a glimpse of Sirius. Her normally boisterous classmate is still as a statue, face pale and haunted like he’s come face to face with a dementor. Maybe this is his worst fear. Remus grips his hand tightly – knuckles white – and Lily wonders if his nails are digging into Sirius enough to draw blood. When his parents arrive it’s with haste and sobs that break the silent vigil his friends are holding. Lily’s own heart aches alongside James’ mother as she cries out for her son. Jamie? Oh my darling, darling boy! His father sweeps soft fingers over the damp curls of his son’s hair before reaching for Sirius. The younger boy slumps into the older man and crumbles in a way Lily has never witnessed.  Those inside seek solace in each other. Lily is alone. She stays as long as she can – until the door clicks shut and she can’t see – then she soaks herself in the steam of a bath and resigns herself to a fitful slumber. In the early hours of the morning, Lily abandons all pretence of sleep and slips through the corridors in nothing but her dressing gown. She rounds the corner of the hospital wing at a run – expects to be met with a stern Auror, but there’s no soul in sight – then is met with the tell-tale tingle of a ward as she crosses the threshold. She can’t tell what it is exactly, so she freezes. Will an alarm go off? But the silence remains thick and unbroken as she pads softly towards him – holding her breath as she passes the boys sprawled on an enlarged bed – until he swims into her (blurry) vision. She gently traces up his neck – relief hits her like a Thestral stampede as she feels the strong pulse under his jaw – until she cups his jaw as fragile as his life had hung not long before. She leans forward, brushing her lips to his cheek in a tender press as the salty taste of a single tear mingles with the warmth of her lips. Please be okay she whispers into the stillness of the night.  The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know. 

[skaylanphear]

The Marauders

Summary: Heading to Hogwarts for the first time, Remus tries not to let his worries get him down. He has a lot on his plate—truths he can’t share with anyone—and none of it is helped by the bullies constantly casting jinxes and calling him nasty names. Despite it all, though, he has his three best friends—the first friends he’s ever made, in fact.

Yet, it doesn’t take long for Sirius to start getting suspicious, questioning what strange sickness could be keeping Remus in the hospital wing for days at a time. Ever nosy, Sirius takes it upon himself to unravel the mystery that is Remus Lupin, unaware of the tortured consequences that come with knowing such an intimate secret.

A story about the Marauders as they navigate their school years and set off into adulthood.

Year One: The Marauders and the Shrieking Shack - Chapters 1-34 Year Two: The Marauders and the Counting Curse - Chapters 35-?

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Chapter 14: Three Apologies

Remus was a bit "off" the rest of the week. He was quiet and distant and very unsure. But he did eventually agree to the terms that they could send his parents letters so long as they didn't mention his issue directly. He also got to read them before they were sent out. It was following this decision that he started to slowly return to his normal self. Sirius also had to wonder if being further out from the last full moon helped in putting him back into better sorts. The new moon was at the end of the week—on the last day before they left for holiday—which put him right in the middle of his cycle. Sirius had decided to call this the "sweet spot"—where Remus was most recovered and least tetchy.

"I hope this is good enough," James muttered one evening, the four of them sitting around in their dormitory. Remus was up on his bed, practicing the permanent sticking charm, while the rest of them sat on the floor working on their letters to his parents.

"Lemme read it," Sirius said and held his hand out to James. Looking nervous, James handed over his parchment:

Mr. and Mrs. Lupin,

While we have met before, I would like to reintroduce myself. My name is James Henry Potter and I am best friends with your son. We met on the train to Hogwarts and are both Gryffindors, so of course we are very close. Just as we are close with both Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. But they are writing their own letters, so I will not talk much about them.

Before I talk about the main reason I am writing this letter, I would like to say sorry for Remus always getting detentions. Remus is very smart and sometimes quiet, but I think he would be more quiet if Sirius and I were not so rowdy. Remus is also rowdy, but he might not be if we were better about being good students. I blame myself and Sirius for some of his bad behavior. But he is also a very good friend and gets in trouble with us because it is the right thing to do. Remus would never leave us to be in trouble alone and I think that is very good of him.

Now to the reason for this letter. Earlier this month, Sirius, Peter, and I made a very bad choice and decided to follow Remus to the hospital wing when he was starting to get sick. We have always been worried about him, but we are very good at getting into trouble. When we got to the hospital wing, we heard both of you, Professor McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey talking. And when Remus and Madam Pomfrey left, we were very bad and decided to follow them. We followed them all the way to the special area and when Madam Pomfrey came back, we went down into the place we are not supposed to go. When we got all the way to the other side, we found out what we should not have found out and we are very sorry. It is also because we were there that Remus got hurt extra bad and we are also very sorry for that. We did not know better and we were being very nosy. Remus was very mad at us and I think is still mad a little bit.

I want to say that even though we know the thing we should not know, we will not tell anyone. This is my letter, so I will say that I will not tell anyone. My mum and dad have always said that certain things are not fair that should be and I know that certain kinds of people have a very hard time. I would not want any of my friends to have a hard life or for their parents to get in trouble. Remus is still mad, like I said before, and I think does not really trust us about his secret yet, but I promise on my own life that I will never tell anyone. Not even my parents. I am a Gryffindor and I think being true to friends is a very important thing. Remus is the second friend I have ever had (I met Sirius first) and I would never betray his confidence.

I hope this letter makes you feel better and I am also very sorry again.

Best,

James Henry Potter

Sirius nodded and handed it back. "I think it's good," he replied, shuffling his own parchment around a bit. Mostly in the hopes that the other two wouldn't look too hard at it.

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[neverenoughmarauders]

Love you to the new moon and back

[Following the first transformation at Hogwarts]

'You have a letter,' Madam Pomfrey said as she came to check on Remus a few hours later. She handed him an envelope and took his food away. Remus recognised his mother's handwriting. After everything he had been through in the last few days, the usual but unbearable pain of the transformation, the guilt at the inconvenience he was creating for everyone, he felt a powerful surge of longing for home, and especially his mother.

Remus was surprised to find another letter enclosed with that of his mother, but his curiosity did not outweigh how much he missed Hope, and Remus began reading the letter from his mum.

My dearest Remus,

Your father and I have just received a letter from Madam Pomfrey giving us an update on your health as of Saturday noon. It is now but Saturday evening and I know you will be getting ready for the transformation. I can't pretend it does not pain me not to be with you, my darling son, but your father and I know that you are well-looked after, and that you possess a rare and admirable strength. By the time this letter reaches you, you will once more have endured another transformation, and I cannot begin to tell you how proud we are of you.

How transforming into a monster was anything to be proud of, Remus didn't know, but he had never been able to get his parents to stop saying that.

If it should prove too much, being in school, you must let us know my love. There is no shame in trying and realising something does not work. And should you need your father to come and visit before or after a transformation, you must not be afraid to ask. He misses you dearly (as do I), and we want to do everything we can to support you.

On the topic of support, I have enclosed a letter that arrived here, which is from your class-mates. Oh Remus dear, I can't believe you have already gotten such lovely and caring friends. As much as we miss you, nothing would please us more than knowing you are with boys your own age for once, and forming experiences that will last you a life-time.

We love you to the new moon and back,

Mum xx

Remus held onto the letter for some time, re-reading it and tracing the letters his mother had written. It was like receiving a loving hug, and yet it left something to be desired: his mother's warmth, her smell, the fabric of her clothes. He hadn't realised he was crying until a tear fell on the paper, and Remus quickly wiped it off, hoping it didn't blotch a single letter.

[padfootreggie]

♥︎Mom Pomfrey♥︎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 "𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 <𝟹

Warnings!: scar mentions, SH, bipolar disorder, death, murder, framing,

Regulus Black

Pomfrey had helped Regulus Black with many things. She knew about his home state, and his bipolar disorder. As well as his sh problem, she tried so many times for him to stop. Yet he would come back unconscious, and bleeding out of his thighs. It didn't help much when he came out as trans, his parents had hexed him when they found out he was trans. Orion and Walburga had called him many slurs since, and forced him to keep all his clothes, and his long hair, as well as his dead name. Regulus couldn't feel comfortable in his own body,good thing Madame Pomfrey was to the rescue. She learned a few spells to help the poor boy, Regulus was forever thankful for Poppy, he had shorter more masculine hair, and no longer in his female body. Mother Pomfrey learned about him liking a certain boy named James Potter, she smiled seeing him learn more about his sexuality. She happily tried to set them up on many dates, Sirius being painfully oblivious and tagging along. Regulus hated Sirius for leaving him behind, leaving him with Walburga and Orion. Sirius knew how bad the 'parent's were and still he ran away to the Potter's house. After that Regulus' manic episodes became more frequent, Pomfrey came to rescue, giving him his pills and comforting Regulus. She pained seeing him so hurt, after Sirius ran Regulus had more scares from his parents and himself. His whole life was coming apart so fast. Although he finally had James Potter there for him, James was like an owl sending notes to the Black Brothers. The brothers saw last their differences and forgave one another. Sirius found out about James and Regulus dating and was so happy his brother and his closest best friend were together. Years later Pomfrey found out about Regulus' death through the newspaper. She screamed, and cried laying her head against Minerva's neck. Minerva and Poppy held each other close crying.

Remus Lupin

Madame Pomfrey was the first at Hogwarts to learn about him being a werewolf, spending many times helping him with his scars. With that much time together she also knew about his love for Sirius Black, Pomfrey encouraged him to become open and accept himself, Poppy herself was an open bisexual. Over the years the boy ran to Pomfrey for comfort, resulting in calling her mom a few times, she always smiled and chuckled watching his face blush in embarrassment. After THE prank Remus spent weeks crying in Pomfrey's arms, the man Moony loved had betrayed him. Everyone had learnt about him being a Werewolf thanks to Severus Snape, students ran away or taunted the poor boy. Poppy, and James had comforted Remus during the hard times. Once things went back to 'normal' Pomfrey gave Remus "a little push" as she calls it, and Remus had asked Sirius out. Sirius said yes and they had gone out for the majority of their school years. Once school ended Sirius went to Azkaban for a framed murder of James and Lily Potter. Poppy is still heart broken over the death of the lovely friendship, she was close with them as well. Though she had to hide her pain to help Remus, it was the worst state he's been in. Remus thought his love was a murderer, his two other best friend we dead, Mary MacDonald was basically a stranger, and no one could find Peter Pettigrew. Years after, Madame Pomfrey heard about Remus teaching DADA she was ecstatic. Her favorite boy grown to a wonderful man had come back. Their friendship had regrown once again. Remus was back with his 'mother' Pomfrey. During the war when she saw what was like a son to her, she wailed dropping to her knees. She couldn't believe it, she tried to help him, believing he still could be saved. Moddy and Dumbledore had to hold her down; she cried in Minerva's arms as she went to his funeral, no one had seen her cry so much since Sirius or Regulus' deaths. The usual happy Poppy was gone for a few months, stuck in her room sobbing. Minerva had noticed a little part of her sunshine smile was gone every time Poppy saw something that reminded her about her lost son Remus Lupin.

A/n: I would write more but I'm tired

[plotandburn]

Harry Potter Gets Adopted By ....

ok so, before anything starts let's get to the rules:

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed

Dumbledore must be gay and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone.

poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

You are not allowed to bash Severus Snape, Sirius Black,Draco Malfoy or Remus Lupin

Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine and no one else

8. Mad Eye Moody and Amelia Bones can't be paired with anyone

9. Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

10. Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Milicent Bulstrode, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, each other or an Oc.

Now,just to clarify, Harry won't be adoted by all the mean girls at the same time ofc. You get to choose. Here's how i envision him turning out if adopted by each of them:

Harry James Heron Samuels (Adopted son of Cady and Aaron):

+Crazy good at math. As expected since Cady is his mom.

+Like Cady, he loves animals and nature so he ends up being as found of magical creatures as Charlie, Newt or Hagrid.

+Also compares high school to a jungle.

+Highly observer/this nigga is in no way in hell oblivious like his canon self.

+Loves Pranks.

+I'd imagine he is a major bookworm, specially since canon Harry most likely would be if it weren't for the Dursley's

+Gryffindor through and through.

+ Takes Care and Artimancy.

+Goes on to work with magical cratures.

+Has a major vengefull streak.

+recomended ships: Harmony, Huna , Notter and Charry (is this the oficial name for the Harry/Charlie Weasley ship? )

Harry George Oman (Adopted son of Regina and Shane ):

+A major Jock, who like his mom, uses sports as a way of relieving stress.

+Can be hella intimidating but would never bully someone since his mom learned from her past mistakes and taught him better than that.

+ Also Has a major vengefull streak.

+Also highly observer/this nigga is in no way in hell oblivious like his canon self.

+ an extremely good liar and manipulator.

+Extremely confortable in the leadership role.

+Slytherin through and through.

+takes care and runes.

+ grows up to become a professional quidditch player.

+Recomended ships: Drary, Blarry, Hinny, Haphne, Hansy, Hastoria.

Harry Wieners (Song of Gretchen and...someone):

+Major gossiper. his mom is Gretchen afterall.

+ also Highly observer/this nigga is in no way in hell oblivious like his canon self.

+also an extremely good liar and manipulator.

+Fluent in Vietnamese thanks to his mom.

+ Takes Ancient Runes as one of his electives.

+ Grows up to become a jornalist ( something his canon self would probably never do but it's dowright perfect for him)

+Slytherin through and through.

+Recomended ships: same as Harry George Oman but with the inclusion of Harvati and whatever the name of Harry/Lavander Brown ship is.

Harry James Smith ( Adopted son of Karen Smith and someone....Her cousin Seth? idk you get to choose):

+Extremely Responsable.

+Does the taxes for his mom, since i'd rekon she wouldn't know how.

+Major Mother Hen.

+ Friends with everyone

+As oblivious as his canon self, not due to being unobservant but to often being to distracted thinking about other things.

+Either a Puff or a Raven. Not Slytherin or Gryffindor though.

+Takes care and Artimancy.

+Grows up to become a teacher or a healer.

+Will cut ties with anyone that calls his mom stupid or anything or the sort.

+Recomended ships: Harmony,Huna,Hinny, Hedric.

You can also make Harry be adpted by two plastics at once, in wich case the traits will be combined.

++++++++++Bonus:

Harry James Ian ( Adopted son of Janis Ian and Kevin):

+Major Goth

+ Also Crazy good at math.

+Good at making plans that actually work.

+Loves pranks.

+Hates bullying but has a bit of a mean streak.

+ Also Takes Artimancy.

++ also Highly observer/this nigga is in no way in hell oblivious like his canon self.

+Goes on to do something in the ministry(you get to choose)

+Gryffindor through and through.

+Recomended ships: Hinny,Huna, Hedric.

Harry Cocco ( Glenn Cocco and Someone):

+Glenn Cocco is a blank slot so in this case the sky is the limit.

[seriouslysam8]

Bête Noire Sneak Peek

This sneak peek is unedited.

Chapter Two: The Bête Noire and the Whomping Willow

Sirius found himself spending the previous night on top of the Astronomy Tower. He had spent the entire evening looking at the stars in the sky, realizing that he hated stars and constellations and the whole lot of it. When the sun came up, Sirius didn’t move. He had no interest in eating or even seeing anyone. In fact, he would be okay if he slowly wasted away, disintegrating into the very stars he despised.

A wad of fabric hit him in his face, causing him to move for the first time in, well, hours. He whipped around to see James standing there, his hands shoved in his trouser pockets and a grim look plastered across his face. A scarf, hat, and a heavier wool coat were draped over his arm. He tossed those too at Sirius, without a word.

Sirius winced, feeling the chill on his skin. He had caved and performed a Warming Charm on his clothes late into the evening, unable to take the chilly November air any longer. He didn’t think he deserved it, but he had been tired and weak and so bloody cold. Glancing down into his lap, he saw James’ Invisibility Cloak was in the mess of clothes

“The Blacks won’t let Dad sign you out of school,” James explained. “He wants to speak with you, grab lunch together. He’s securing a private room at the Three Broomsticks and wants you to sneak out and meet us.”

“I don’t want to talk right now,” Sirius replied in a hoarse voice, his fingers brushing along the silky fabric.

“Too bad,” James replied. “You are.”

Sirius looked up at James, a small scoff escaping his lips as he tossed the cloak back at James. “I really don’t.”

“Dad knows everything,” James continued, ignoring the cloak at his feet. “He’s known for a while that something has been wrong. I told him how you’ve been skiving off class and how you’ve been trying really hard to lose every single one of your friends by Christmas. I told him what happened last night. Dumbledore asked him to come to the school to represent you in a meeting with Remus’ dad and Snape’s mum. He said he wasn’t leaving until he got an opportunity to talk with you.”

Sirius sniffed, his nose running something awful from being out in the cold all night.

“Did you see Remus?”

“Not really. I saw him briefly after Madam Pomfrey retrieved him from the shack, but didn’t get to talk to him. He looked… pretty ragged and out of it. His dad wouldn’t let me in to talk to him in the hospital wing,” James replied. “He was going to tell him what happened. Said I should… uh, leave his son alone. Which, he’s a damn fool if he thinks I’m doing that. I’ll stop by after he leaves. Explain everything.”

“There’s nothing to explain, James,” Sirius responded, pushing himself off the cold stone to stand.

James sucked in a breath. “Yeah, maybe not. I don’t know. But, uh, I’m going to go see him and let him know from me what happened. I think it would be good if you and Pete came too.”

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 6 – prompt 6 : Riddikulus – word count 474

Riddikulus - Used to defeat a Boggart, the charm allows the scary creature to assume a comedic form, disarming it

Maybe it had been a stupid idea, Sirius thought. Remus was smart and quick enough, he surely would have managed it. He had been so enthusiastic of the practical Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, all the class lined up to practice the Riddikulus charm on a Boggart who had decided to live in an old teapot Filtch had found in some abandoned cupboard.

“I would’ve put it to music, but it’s fun all the same,” he had heard him whisper to James.

He hadn’t seemed concerned, so maybe Sirius should have let it go. And yet, when Remus had stepped in front of the teapot, the Boggart already reshaping from Professor Dumbledore telling Lily there had been a mistake and she wasn’t actually welcome to Hogwarts as a Muggleborn, he had acted on instinct. He had ran to the front of the line, brutally shoving Remus to the side and opening his arms so the Boggart would focus on him and not his friend.

So that might have been a stupid idea. Especially now he was facing his mother, tall and dressed like the last time he had seen her before coming back to school for his third year, her hair a perfect crown on the top of her head. He felt his veins fill with ice as she advanced, pointing her bejeweled finger at him.

“You are a disgrace!” she said, the Boggart sounding actually shriller than the real Walburga Black. “You’re not worthy of the name you bear, you’re not worthy of being my son!”

Sirius saw her take another step forward and he had the time to think once again that maybe that had been really stupid before the whole classroom closed down on him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was on a mattress on the floor while the professor was instructing Mary to run and get Madam Pomfrey. He blinked, taking in James and Peter’s worried faces at his side and turning his head until he found Remus sitting nearby.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“What happened?” Remus said.

“I thought…” Sirius looked around to make sure no one but his friends would hear him. “I thought the Boggart would see you and turn into a wolf. I didn’t want you to worry about our classmates finding out.”

“Oh, Padfoot,” Remus smiled fondly.

He reached out and took Sirius’s hand in his. Sirius smiled as well. That kind of smile from Remus Lupin was worth the whole school knowing his Boggart had turned into his mother and he had fainted. He didn’t stop to wonder why his heart was beating a bit faster.

Years later, Remus recreated that same lesson, adding the music as he had wanted. Despite all, he still thought of Sirius as he dived in front of James’s son to protect him from the Boggart.