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aprilthearcher · 1 year ago

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me and you... were meant to be.

[remus lupin x f!reader] [platonic james potter x f!reader]

slytherin!reader (because i myself am one). use of (y/n) (though i tried my best to not overuse it)

angst, but happy ending. remus' insecurities get in the way of your fresh relationship. 3k words.

i haven't written for remus for a long, long time so i tried to do my best because i love him to pieces and recently i've been experiencing a remus lupin era so... here it is. also, that spell she uses to protect her home... i've no idea if it exists, i just liked it.

english is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes. pictures are not mine.

thank you for reading!

i wrote this while listening to "Don't Delete the Kisses" by Wolf Alice and "What if I Love You" by Gatlin.

“What if you and I… What if we were never meant to be?”

“What are you saying, Remus?”

“I'm saying that I don't think we… I don't think it’s good for us to keep seeing each other.”

“But, but why? We are so good right now, we… I’m trying here, Remus, but I don't get it. Why would you do this?”

“I've just told you, we are not meant for each other. You… you des…” He stopped mid sentence. “I don't see you like that anymore, I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

Now, on top of a bus that would drop her off a couple of blocks from her flat, she couldn’t recall a single moment in their short relationship that could’ve propelled something like this. They were good, really good. After dancing around each other for so long during their Hogwarts years, they had finally admitted their feelings one summer afternoon while looking at the sun go down and the moon rise up. Four months later, he was ending it. Salazar, could he have been high? She knew sometimes the boys would smoke those muggle herbs Marlene would bring them, overcharging them of course, but he had never said something so… heartbreaking under their influence. No, he couldn’t have been high, he would become even touchier when he’d smoke some, ignoring his friend’s presence and delighting in the passionate, even primal, effect they’d produce; the lightheaded feeling that allowed him to relax and run his fingers through her arms, her hands, her neck and jaw…

She pressed the palm of her hands against her eyes when they started to water for the fifth time that evening after leaving Dorcas’ apartment complex. Was he so desperate to get rid of her that he couldn’t even wait to do it at home? What would her great-grandmother think of her if she saw her like this? “Crying over a half-blood, a HALF-BREED, you are nothing but a blood traitor. You’ve tainted our legacy, you and your good-for-nothing parents, you are no more worthy than those mudbloods you hang round, affiliating yourself with muggles, living a life surrounded by them." Why did she keep caring about what she would think? She had never shared her views on blood purity and how any wizard or witch that wasn’t part of the Sacred Families would be undeserving of its magic. She hated people like her grandmother. She hated that the old hag had tried to drill these thoughts into her head since a very young age. She was glad she had died and she was glad her parents were nothing like their parents, so why was she remembering her now? Perhaps it was the fear of losing her entire friend group that made her sick mind resort to conjuring the old witch’s voice in her head.

She truly hoped for her great grandmother to be rolling in her grave at the sight of one of her descendants crying over a werewolf and the possibility of losing her entire friend group made up of blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggleborns.

She knew they weren’t like that, that they wouldn’t isolate her for something like this. Merlin, they didn’t even know, at least until tonight, of their relationship! Though she was sure it wouldn’t take long for them to figure it out after how she had left in such an abrupt manner, without saying goodbye and barely making it to the door without the tears falling down her cheeks. She had left the task of explaining everything to Remus.

“Lady, this is the last stop!” The bus driver called out from the front of the vehicle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck Remus Lupin for breaking her heart, for making her cry and making her miss her bus stop. Fuck him for making her feel so in love she left her guard down, fuck him for assuring her that he could trust him.

Although she had planned to take the muggle bus to get her mind off things and not get home immediately — for she was sure her lonely flat would make her feel worse, for she was sure there was one of Remus’ sweater idle placed on the back of an armchair she was hoping to return tonight after he’d accompanied her home —, she had not anticipated missing her stop and having to walk ten or so blocks home. It was not that she felt unsafe wandering through London this late, but she just felt emotionally exhausted.

She almost jogged all the way home, not wanting to encounter any trouble on her way home for she was not in the right state of mind for fighting anyone, muggle or not. Though, perhaps, the rush of adrenaline that would come from a brawl would bring her back to life, a little at least.

She’d taken two steps into the hallway when she saw the light coming from her flat. Stopping on her tracks, she got her wand out of her leather holster strapped in her left shoulder and approached her door. Good thing she had opted to climb the stairs instead of apparating inside; if she were to be ambushed, she wouldn’t have had any time to prepare.

With the whisper of an incantation the door opened slowly. For a moment, she forgot about Remus and the only thing on her mind was to find out who was inside her home. Her mind was reeling with ideas. Death eaters.

Death eaters. Death eaters. Death eaters.

But how? She had secured the place with some, if not all, of the best protective spells. Dorcas had helped her set them up. The locks were unbreachable, as well as the magical barriers protecting the walls from all sides, there were only two people that could apparate inside, her and…

“Prongs?”

She had chosen James as the only other person to be able to apparate inside her home. The spell was infallible and it had taken them several months of hard work, but it was worth it since not even someone who had induced the polyjuice potion, impersonating James, could get in.

She saw him pacing round her living room, his fingers twirling his wand in the air, a trick she had seen muggle musicians do when playing the drums. He stopped once he saw her, quickly coming to wrap one arm around her frame while the other pushed the door closed. The hiss of the invisible sigils increased for a second.

“I thought something had happened to you on the way home, you took so long. Why did you take so long? I was worried sick.”

“Merlin, James, the baby is making you act just like your mother.”

“Shut up, I was genuinely worried. Was about to go searching for you.”

“I took the bus but missed my stop, so I had to walk.”

He nodded, relaxing a bit now that he saw his best friend was okay. Physically, at least. Her emotions were still all over the place, her heart had calmed down and decided to break again after realising there were no intruders in her home.

“What happened back then, dove? With Remus? You, you just run away.”

“I think you know what happened, James.” She said, while hanging her coat in the rack and taking out her boots. She knew he knew, he wouldn’t have left Dorcas’ flat without an explanation from Remus after seeing her so distressed.

James sighed. Even though her own feelings were messed up, she could still realise this was a difficult position for James, and the rest of them, to be in. (Y/N) and James had been friends since they were young, younger than now at least, knowing each other because their parents introduced them the summer before beginning their third year at Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin thus making it hard for the boy to trust her, even at that age, but one stern look from his mother Euphemia had the boy overcoming his prejudice against her in a heartbeat. It had been quite impossible to separate them since then, which meant introducing her to the rest of his friends. Sirius had been apprehensive, Peter quite terrified… Remus… Remus had been intrigued, you could say. All of his previous interactions with Slytherins hadn’t been pleasing, but this was the girl he had Transfiguration with, who would raise her hand faster than anyone and answer correctly, getting all the spells right on her first try. This was the girl he had glanced at maybe once — he definitely did more than glance — at the library, carrying way too many books for her on one hand while the other, holding her wand, pointed to the floating pile of heavier tomes behind her.

Remus is also one of his best friends, the four of them are like brothers. She couldn’t deny she was quite surprised to see James here, attempting to comfort her instead of him.

He still had his arm around her shoulders when they started to walk towards the kitchen. If James intended to stay then she was in dire need of some tea to pass the bad taste the fight had left in her mouth. He would want to hear her side of the story. Turning to light up the room, she saw pints of red covering James’ knuckles. She disengaged from his hug, positioning her body in front of his then grabbed his hand, harshly. She heard him wince. His eyes scrunched and his lips closed in a thin line, she knew. He knew that she knew.

“Did any of his teeth fall out?” She pressed her fingers to his bloodied knuckles.

“No, but… Ow! Would you stop that?” He tried to release his hand from his grasp, she tightened her hold.

“I don’t need you defending me, James.”

“You’re my best friend, of course I’ll…”

“He’s your best friend too!” She yelled. Salazar, she was pathetic. Defending the boy who crushed her heart no more than two hours ago. “I don’t want you fighting my battles for me, James, especially when it’s against one of your friends.”

“I’m sorry, dove, you are like a sister to me. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s not like he did anything wrong though. He… he is allowed to change his mind. I - I was the one to get too caught up. I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have…”

“I didn’t punch him because he ‘changed his mind’, dove. I punched him because he was lying about that.”

“James…”

“No, no, listen. Listen to me.” He grabbed her face, wiping the new set of tears that had begun to cascade down her face. “I know Remus and I know that he loves you, that he’s loved you since you jinxed one of the fourth years after bad mouthing Peter, perhaps even before that. He’s not telling the truth and he’s pushing you away because he’s terrified of how much he loves you. That’s why I hit him, thought it’d make him realise he cannot lose you.”

“Salazar, you really are your mother.” James laughs at your comment, heart soaring with desperation at the new turn of events. He knew something more was going on with Remus and (Y/N) as of the last couple of months because James Potter was observant and this new bond didn’t look like the shy glances they’d throw from across the Hall during their Hogwarts’ years. These were slow, delicate touches; soft smiles and bodies that would look to be close to each other every chance they got. So he wanted nothing more than for his friends to be happy; although he should’ve seen Remus’ self-sabotaging tendencies coming because he knew all of his friends like the back of his hand, he didn’t. He blamed the uprising war for that. He blamed it for everything, from clouding Remus’ judgement more than ever to forcing him and Lily, and consequently the rest of the Order, to be constantly on the lookout for danger. None of them had had a good night’s sleep for months now.

“You should still apologise, you’ve been friends for years and I…”

Rapid, loud knocks against her front door interrupted (Y/N). She and James looked at each other, he had a hunch of who it might be but getting his wand at the ready didn’t hurt. (Y/N) had the same idea, she started to move towards the entrance with her arm up, wand always pointing at the door.

“Who is it?” The banging stopped.

“It’s … It’s me, Rem - Remus. I - I.” She could hear him shuffling outside, as if he were moving round the place, jumping from one foot to another; he probably was. “It's really me, I - I got you that black leather holster for your wand as a gift. You bought the rug on your bedroom floor in a flea market last month, you said it reminded you of the one you had back home. Your favourite colour is red and you hated yourself for it because James always joked how you should’ve been in…”

“Gryffindor.” By the time Remus had been at the end of his ranting, she had unlocked the door and opened it all the way, hitting the rag on the way.

“Yeah, but green always looked better on you.” Remus looked at her face, he could see the trail of black makeup going from her eyes to her chin. She must’ve felt his stare because in a swift movement she got rid of the marks, or at least she tried to. It smudged a bit more than he knew she would’ve preferred.

“You’ve got blood on your face.” She said.

“I know, I - I tripped down the…” Remus tried to explain while cleaning the blood with the back of his sweater. She could’ve told him she’ll clean it up for him with the touch of a finger. She didn’t.

“You don’t have to cover for him, I know James punched you.”

“Damn right I did.” She heard from inside the flat. James was leaning against the arch that separated the living room from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and a look that must’ve frightened Remus because of how he bent his head down and then looked up again, nodding as to show he’d understood his lesson. (Y/N) stared at James with an eyebrow raised, he sighed and then said: “I’m going to get Lily back at Dorcas’. See you, dove.” With a crack in the air, James disappeared.

“What I said, earlier, it - it wasn’t true.” Remus began once they had settled on her velvet green sofa. She had found it on the street, a bit tattered but nothing magic couldn’t repair. “I’m an idiot but I’m just so scared. So frightened that.. that what I - what I am will put a higher target behind your back. I’m a half-breed, a monster, and people like me … No, no let me finish. People like me don’t deserve someone as pure as you so I thought…”

“You thought pushing me away, breaking my heart, would solve any of that?”

“Well, yes! If I’m not putting you in danger during the full moon, then I’m putting you in danger because they - they won’t hesitate to come after you if you are with me.”

“You bloody git. They are after all of us, even if we aren’t together, they’ll still come after me…”

“You don’t know that.”

“What are you saying, Remus? I’m a blood traitor in their eyes, my best friend is a muggleborn. My own great-grandmother would put me on the ground if she could see me right now so don’t try to make me understand you with this bullshit. You may be scared of love, of loving me, but I’m not. I love you and I’ve loved you for so long that I’m not going to give you up, not at times like this. I don’t care that you’re a werewolf, I’ve never cared. And I get that it’s hard for you, that you feel guilty when we try to alleviate your pain, but I’m fucking exhausted that you think I won’t be able to handle it, to handle you and your transformations.” She inched her face closer to his, a hand moving up to cradle his jaw while the other grabbed his hand. “I chose to be with you, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be easy and not because you’re a werewolf but because you are an insufferable arsehole who doesn’t let people in, who is afraid of hurting others while not realising that he’s still hurting them when he pushes them away.”

He didn’t respond, he just leaned further on the touch of her hand. It grounded him. How was he able to think, even for a second, that he would survive without her light-feathered touch, without her hands running through his hair or his arms that would give him goosebumps?

“I thought that you had grown tired of me or that you had never loved me the way I loved you. That you’d thought I wasn’t loyal to the Order, that somehow I would…”

“No, no, no. I’d never, (Y/N), truly, I’d never. I got lost, I- I thought someday you would realise how you had ruined your life by spending it alongside… me. You could do so much better, and yet…”

“I’m sure there are men out there, wizards or not, that are less frightened at the idea of love than you are, Remus. But they’re surely not you, because they’re not as funny, or smart, or witty, or sensible, or great as you. I’d probably get bored of them within the hour and then I’d be lost because you wouldn’t be beside me. The only man I want is you. No one else. You drill that into your head or next time you try to pull a stunt like this I’ll kill you.”

“Got it.” He whispered before leaning in even closer, his lips barely brushing hers. He wanted to be sure she was okay with this; he wanted to be absolutely sure he hadn’t completely messed up their relationship but for that he needed her to confirm it; to accept his apology. She did, sealing their lips desperately, trying to transmit everything she had just said but with a kiss. She had been so terrified that the only way to have him in her life would be through meetings to discuss missions and war plans; that she would never get to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him after a rough full moon again. “You wouldn’t actually kill me, right?”

“No, but I would tell James to punch ten times harder.”

“Please don’t, he’s got a sick hook.”

“Then you better behave.”

She kissed him again, deeper this time. Their lips moved synchronised, familiar with each other; her hands travelled all the way up to his hair while his circled around her waist, bringing her closer. Chest against chest, with her legs propped up into his lap, they stayed like that for a long time before Remus laid her down on the sofa.

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uhhlifeig · 29 days ago

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Giving - Dec. 12th - word count: 729 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin sat down near the hearth of Potter Manor, holding a plate of pastries and a mug of hot chocolate.

Sirius Black was sitting right next to him in the little circle that his friends had made. Remus smiled at his boyfriend and passed him a Muggle store-bought croissant, grinning when Sirius wrinkled his nose.

“Moony, are you trying to poison me? What is this- this abomination?” Sirius asked, dropping the pastry on the floor. “How dare you hand that to me?”

“Well, Sirius, you were the one who suggested we get some Muggle foods to try over Christmas hols. It’s not my fault,” Remus shrugged.

“How dare you, Moony,” Sirius said, putting a hand on his heart and pretending to faint like a Victorian-Era lady. “That is pure lies and slander, and you know it.”

“Shut up, Sirius. We want to start the gift opening,” grumbled Lily from where she was nestled into James’s side. “Save the dramatics for later.”

“Fine,” Sirius pouted, righting himself. “Who’s up first?”

“Sirius,” Peter sighed, “If you had been listening then you would have realized that it was you first. But noooo, you had to go and faint over a croissant.”

“Hey! It was an utter travesty to all French food, stop defending that atrocity,” Sirius protested, getting up and walking over to the tree to get his gift.

Lily had insisted on doing something different this year, so she had chosen some sort of Muggle tradition called “Secret Santa” or something like that. It involved slips of paper and also a lot of secrecy, but Sirius was great at secrecy.

Oh, and his gift was for Remus. It may or may not have been a stack of books, but that didn’t matter.

Sirius grabbed the bright red present with his name on it from under the tree and made his way back over to the group.

“Unwrap it!” cheered James, which caused Lily to smack him in the arm.

Sirius did as told, and was surprised to see a bright red and gold scarf. He picked it up, trying to figure out who had given it to him.

It must have been Lily, he figured, as she was able to knit and she also liked to make her friends gifts.

“Lily, was this from you?” Sirius asked.

“No, it wasn’t, actually.” She smirked and glanced at Peter, who sighed at her devious smirk.

“It’s from me, Sirius,” Peter said. “I also charmed it to be durable and also to be warm no matter what, so that Padfoot has something to play tug with that’s harder to break.”

“Thanks, Pete,” Sirius said, pretending to blow him a kiss. “Such a thoughtful lad, you are.”

“Well yeah. It’s the season of giving, after all. Now,” Peter clapped his hands together. “Remus, you’re up.”

Remus made his way over to the tree as well, picking out a deep blue box and going back to the little circle that his friends had made.

Upon unwrapping it, his eyes widened when he saw first editions of all of his favorite books. Who the fuck would have this much money- Oh. Wait. Sirius and James would.

Remus made a guess at who the gift-giver was. He did have a fifty-fifty chance, after all.

“Sirius, fess up. Why’d you do this for me?”

Sirius’s eyes widened, obviously not expecting his boyfriend to guess him first try. “I mean, you said you liked those books?” he said weakly.

“No, no. Well, yes, I do, but these are first editions, Sirius. I expect you know how rare and valuable these are, no? Why?” Remus asked, already doing mental calculations for how much he owed.

“Because I love you? You mean so much to me, and also that was, like, barely a dent in Alphard’s money. I’d totally do it again. When Wally and Onion die then I’ll buy you all the books you want., actually. Make them roll in their graves a bit, you know?”

Remus sat there, shocked, before regaining his senses and pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.

A good few seconds into the kiss, Remus heard James gag. “Get a room, you two. Please. You’re dirtying the pastries’ innocent dough.”

They broke apart, shooting him a dirty look in unison before bursting into laughter.

“The pastries? Seriously?” Lily said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, love. Siriusly.”

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alyana-luvs-u · 2 months ago

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the night we met

remus lupin x f!reader

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summary: your relationship has been falling apart since the start

word count: 1.2k

song: the night we met - lord huron

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His eyes are half-lidded as he lazily twirled the cigar within his long, slender fingers. The smoke curled in the air, dancing and clouding as it exited his plumped lips, his polished shoes swinging in the air as he propped his trouser leg upon his other. Remus’ browned hair was messily tousled, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you tighter towards him. You crinkle your nose, smiling fondly into his eyes that seem to resemble dripping honey. His arm tingles as you trace patterns on the flesh, skimming over the scars you knew would haunt him til the day he is laid in the grave. His lips curl into a fond smile, as he presses his lips to your forehead, his touch lingering on your skin. His breath is hot and fanning your cheek as he dips his head to kiss your jaw lovingly, cooing at the pretty noises that leave your mouth. The sinking sun basks his skin in golden light as it slips beyond reach, under the horizon in a mesmerising dance. You stare, mesmerised at how angelic he seems to be in that moment. In a single, fluid moment, you take his muscled jaw and intertwine your mouths. It’s hot, fierce and desperate in all the best ways, as he groans into the kiss, a perfect oppurtunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, begging for attention and entrance. He tastes of smoke and sweet cocoa that melts upon your tastebuds. You tug on his soft curls, whining into his mouth as he props you onto the counter, cold marble against your bare thighs. You hadn’t even noticed you had moved to the kitchen, too caught up in your lust and want. His fingers teeter against the pulse between your legs, slipping higher, higher…

You gasp as you sit up, your head hazy and legs warm. Heat builds in your core as the adrenaline and memories flood your mind from your dream. A red flush builds up your neck as you sigh, turning to the asleep Remus besides you. He looks at peace and comfortable, a stark contrast to the cold demeanour he puts on around you, constantly pushing you away and avoiding your gaze. Once upon a time, that dream might’ve been reality. ‘Not anymore’ you thought sadly, shuffling upon the mattress, that once reigned fortress to intense love-making sessions that went well into the night, and deep cuddle sessions, when he stroked your hair in that fond manner.

“can you stop moving?” His husky, sleepy voice grumbles, as he attempts to sink further into the pillow. His tone is uncaring and emotionless, as if being in bed with you was the biggest chore of them all. You can’t deny the sting and tug on your heartstrings with each word, and each passing second together.

“sorry,” you whisper, snuggling into your spot. It’s quiet for a moment, before he speaks once more.

“Can you stop?”

“I didn’t do anything-” He huffs frusturatedly, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re breathing too loud. It’s annoying.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Okay, Your Highness.” You mock, rolling your eyes for added dramatic effect. He snorts, before silence embraces the room one more. You sigh tiredly, rubbing your sore eyes, attempting to make your breathing shallower. You begin to long for comfort, scooting your hand around under the covers until it finds his. It wraps around him in a familiar action, before he jerks his own back, cradling it as if you’d burnt him. He sits up, his expression hardening as he looks at you. Angrily, he stands, pushing himself off the bed so hard that the springs creak in your ears.

“God! Why can’t you just let me sleep!” He yells, the words harsh. Your lip starts to tremble, as you curl into yourself even more.

“Remus come back to bed.” You call weakly, staring sadly at the empty spot he used to occupy.

“No! You’ve already woken me up, and now I won’t be able to.” The werewolf stands at the edge of the bed for a moment, before he grabs a trunk and begins to stuff his clothes into it.

“I need to go,” He mutters, each word as if a knife is cutting into your stomach and rearranging your guts.

“Where-Where will you go?” You whisper, your voice cracking softly.

“I dunno, Mum’s? Pads or Prongs? Just somewhere-”

“somewhere away from me.” Your voice is tinged with bitter acceptance and as he makes no moves to object, you scoff.

“I didn’t realise I was such a burden. God what is wrong with you?!”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!” He seems to burst, as his face turns red and he growls slightly, screaming at you.

“No Remus! You’ve been the one pushing me away, and acting like that!” You begin to cry, hot tears cascading down your face as you sniff begrudgingly, gesturing to his stiff figure. His cold face softens slightly at your tears.

“I’m sorry it’s just-” He runs a hand down his face slowly, all thoughts slowly seeming to leave his head as he meets your hurt expression, and he sighs softly.

“Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.”

“do what?” Your voice breaks, wiping a stray droplet.

“us,” he gestures to your tense figures.

“this, whatever this is,”

“WHATEVER THIS IS?! THIS IS LOVE! WE ARE IN LOVE!”

“NO YOU ARE IN LOVE I-” He’s said too much. An angry slip of the tongue, as you stand stark-still.

“I’M IN LOVE?! YES REMUS JOHN LUPIN I AM SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU IT HURTS!” You grasp onto your necklace, as if trying to extract the love he had when he gave it. His eyes fall onto it, as the pendant clasp swings open, revealing a laughing picture of you in the gryffindor common room last fall. You stare down at it, fiddling with the key charm. His gaze shifts to his own sitting by the bed. How hadn’t you noticed? He had taken it off. Long ago. Or maybe recently. That didn’t excuse the slow buildup of rust on it. Why hadn’t you known? It had all been falling apart from the start, as you both tried to grapple for the loose strings, trying to glue it back together. You had once thought your love had been enough, sticking the two.

“what happened remmy?” You gaze at the floor sadly. Around the room, broken pictures of you were scattered and discarded in the frustration-fueled mess.

“i…don’t know,” You pull of your necklace, undoing the clasp delicately, placing in his palm and enclosing his fist. He clutched onto it, as tears formed in his eyes. You fought the urge to rip it out of his warm, calloused hands and cradle it to your chest, the only remnant of him you had.

“give it to the next one, remind her of the love I once experienced,” Taking a shaky breath, you place a kiss on his knuckles tenderly, before closing the door behind you. Unable to stop himself, he opens the door and calls after you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You turn, tears streaking your cheeks like the cracks in your heart.

“I…loved you…” You nod.

“I know.” You smile sadly, sniffing softly.

“I know.”

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startanewdream · 1 year ago

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A while ago you wrote older jily telling Sirius about their 2nd and very unexpected pregnancy. As it was on fool day Sirius didn't believe them.

Could you write a sequel with Sirius understanding it's not a joke? (If you think that a caustic remus should be a witness of this all, i wouldn't mind😁😘)

For you, Zin , hope you enjoy this pure *chaos* down here❤️ (first part)

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With a flick of his wand, James sends all the dishes to the sink. "I'll take care of them in the morning," he promises.

Lily nods lazily; she stands up, moving to the liquor cabinet. James beats her to it, waving her to sit again. She almost laughs; hopefully, in a few days, his overprotective care will subdue.

In front of her, Tonks—well, Lupin, technically, but Lily still sees her as Tonks—winks at her.

"This one was the same," she says, nudging her husband. "Usually made a mess because he didn't want me to do anything."

"You were nine-months long, it didn't seem natural that you could move at all."

"I couldn't be more clumsy than I usually am—I nearly broke your front vase, Lily, sorry."

James chuckles. "It was a gift from Sirius, we wouldn't mind."

The man in question lifts his eyebrows. "You said you had loved it."

"No, what I said is that I could see you loved going for shopping in IKEA."

"I'm man of good taste."

"I find that hard to believe—how is the refurbishment of Grimmauld's Place?"

"That place improved a lot since I took down my dear mother's portrait."

"You mean since we took it down—two hours worthy of charms and I didn't get offered any beverage—"

"Speaking of," Lily begins, deciding that interrupting them is the best course; it's late after all. "Weren't you going to offer our guests a last drink?"

James flushes. "I don't think Sirius can be considered a guest anymore. He's part of the furniture by now."

"The nicest furniture," Sirius agrees, unashamed, accepting the glass with liquor that James offers him. He tastes the drink, then looks at James finishes serving Remus and Tonks, before closing the liquor bottle. "You forgot yours."

"Oh, I'm not drinking. Solidarity and all." He winks at Lily, who blows him a kiss in answer.

"Not drinking? Lily needs her sleeping juice."

"I do not," Lily says dignifiedly. "And I should drink in my current state."

Sirius rolls his eyes. "Are you two still keeping that joke?"

"What joke?" Tonks asks, curious.

Lily sighs. "Dear Padfoot is under the impression I'm not really pregnant."

"You cannot be pregnant," declares Sirius, as if it's obvious. Tonks snorts.

"Well, for the things I've unfortunately witnessed between them, I'd say she can be pregnant, no question."

"Yeah." James holds the back of his neck, his cheeks red. "Sorry about that, we thought we had locked the door—"

Remus laughs heartily. "That's how you know you are part of the family," he assures Tonks. "It's a tradition to catch them...ah... making babies, I guess."

"To be fair, it only happened twice," Lily notes.

"People catching you two or the babies?"

Lily nods gravely. "If I had a child for every time someone caught us, we could have our own Quidditch team by now."

"Your own Potter's Playground," sniggers Sirius. Then he throws a reproachful glance at Remus and Tonks. "Since when are you two into this prank?"

Remus smiles innocently. "Since James promised me I would be godfather—mind you, I had to wait twenty years—"

"I am the godfather!"

"You can be Uncle Padfoot now," Remus suggests, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"No one ever called me uncle—James! I'm okay with your fake pregnancy, but fake uncle is too far."

"Sirius," Lily insists. "It's not fake. I'm three months pregnant now."

Sirius blinks; twice. "You cannot be," he says reasonably. "I would have noticed it."

"Is it?"

"I'm an Auror."

"A lousy one," Tonks teases. "Let's see—there's that glowing aura, James hasn't let her hold anything heavier than a fork, Lily didn't drink wine the whole dinner—"

"And," Remus adds, "there's the fact that she told us. To use your Auror terms, she confessed her crime."

"Repeatedly," James whispers; Sirius ignores him. He kneels suddenly as if the weight of his body is too much, and he stares at James and Lily with awe.

"Pregnant—you two are really...?" They nod. "There is another Potter coming?" Another nod. Sirius' eyes widen. "Good Godric, I can't believe, I... I am going to be a godfather again!"

"Er..."

"Not now," Lily whispers to her husband, patting Sirius' head; he is actually crying. "We have six months to get him used to the idea."

#Jily Lives AU #I told Zin I had a writer's block for this series #but these five just clicked something #So thank you so much for sending this prompt <3 #i miss older Jily #Jily #Eyes Glistening

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 44

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.]

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You and Remus returned to Grimmauld Place. Things were hectic for a while as the Order prepared for Harry’s hearing after his use of the Patronus Charm at Privet Drive.

Once the hearing passed and it was decided that Harry was allowed to return to Hogwarts, Remus reminded you of your promise to go see your mother (a stupid “credibility check,” as you called it) and he asked, in a somewhat embarrassed voice, if he might be allowed to tag along “to fix the horrendous impression that he’d given to your mother so far.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to her, Remus,” you assured him, but you were fine with him coming along with you, as long as he would not take to heart any harsh things your mother might say to him.

You and Remus had this discussion in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, and Sirius was there and heard all of it. When you returned to your room to go “at least look at some job openings,” Sirius turned to Remus. “Look at you. She’s got you meeting the mother-in-law already, huh?”

Remus replied, “No, it was my request to go and see her.”

Sirius chortled. “What a puppy.”

Remus blinked. “I’m a what?”

Sirius nodded at the doorway, which you’d just exited through. “A puppy. For her.”

Remus replied, a bit peevishly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Padfoot. You’re the dog here, not me.”

Sirius laughed. “All right, suit yourself.”

Remus looked over at Sirius. “What about you, Padfoot? Aren’t you interested in seeing anyone?”

Sirius sighed before he reeled off, “Moony, do I have to remind you that I’m a mass-murderer felon on the run, with a huge bounty on my head? Besides that, all the real Death Eaters are after me and would love nothing more than to kill me and sell my corpse for money?”

“Oh. Right.” Remus shut up. He turned to leave the kitchen as well, when he heard Sirius murmur, “Besides, Remus, you got your second chance. But I never did. Marlene’s gone. I’m never going to make peace with that.”

Remus turned back. “Sirius…”

Sirius remained silent.

Remus continued, “You did everything you possibly could to protect her. You even hid your feelings from her, just to make sure the Death Eaters wouldn’t target her - ”

“- And they did anyways, and I wasn’t even there when they killed her,” Sirius finished flatly.

“It could have happened to any one of us,” Remus said quietly. “I know that doesn’t make it any better, but what I’m trying to say is that it wasn’t your fault. Not in the slightest.”

Sirius said nothing.

Remus said cautiously, “Sirius?”

Sirius’ eyes had gone dark. But he merely said, “Don’t worry, Moony. You just take care of your woman, all right? You were always more mature than the three of us – it’s only right that you finally have some happiness.”

Remus looked worriedly at his best friend. He could feel Sirius’ barely restrained fury and behind that, a need for chaos and violence, feeding into Sirius’ already strong tendency for recklessness.

But now you had come down, with a messy roll of half-heartedly tagged job pamphlets in your hand. “Come on, then, Remus. Let’s be off.” You reached out and took Remus’ hand. As you pulled him along, you remarked, “With any luck, my brother will be home, so you can escape with him if things go poorly.”

“You’ve already thought of an escape route for me?” Remus said, chuckling nervously.

“‘Course. Last time she saw you, you were practically naked in my bedroom and you were ogling my breasts right in front of her.”

“I was decidedly not doing that.”

You shrugged. “I know you weren’t, but my mother doesn’t, and she’s the one with all the power here. Hence, you need an escape route.”

Remus sighed, quietly accepting his fate, as you pulled him along and out the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

However, as soon as you and Remus stepped out of Grimmauld Place, it became clear that Remus had his own plans in mind. “I’d like to go somewhere before we head to your mother’s. I’ll Apparate us there together, if you’ll take my hand.”

You looked at him curiously. But knowing that it wasn’t safe to be standing out on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place for too long, you took Remus’ hand without further conversation.

Remus turned, Apparating, and you followed him, clutching his hand in yours, as he took you to…

“A car rental shop?” You scrunched your nose as you looked up at the signpost hanging above the Muggle store. “Remus, why did you bring me here?”

“I rented a car for us. Just for today,” Remus answered.

You stared at him, amazed. “Uh, why?”

Remus merely opened the door and nodded at you to step inside.

As you went inside, you whispered to Remus, “Is this some front for an Order hide-out or something?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Ten minutes later, you stared in disbelief as Remus started up the small, tired car – the car gave a little lurch that made Remus frown - and began to drive it out onto the streets.

You had grown up in the Muggle world, after all, so the car was familiar to you, but you could not imagine why Remus wanted to take a car to your mother’s place.

Fifteen minutes later, the car gave a loud blech, and both you and Remus started. Remus gave a somewhat nervous chuckle and patted the driving wheel. “Almost there, just hold on…”

* * * * * * * * * *

Finally, the two of you parked on the sidewalk outside of your mother’s apartment. The car let out a tired sigh as Remus turned off the ignition. Then, Remus reached into his cloak and pulled out a tie. He took off his cloak, revealing that he was wearing a white button-up and a patchy grey jacket underneath. Remus quickly put on the tie. He brushed his hand through his hair once or twice.

This entire time, you stared at him with wide eyes. Finally, you croaked, “What in name of Merlin are you - ?”

“I simply want to make a good impression,” Remus replied quietly.

You started to respond, but he looked so serious that you bit your tongue which, given your temperament, was quite a feat.

“Shall we?” Remus exited the car. He came over and opened your car door.

You swung your legs out. Instead of getting up, you simply looked up at Remus, studying him. Your head went up and down as you took him in, from head to foot.

Remus blushed, tugged at his tie, and looked away. “We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”

You slowly got out of the car. Remus closed the door behind you and locked the car. The two of you made your way up to the apartment door.

You had barely started to knock when the door flew open – and your brother caught you in a huge hug. “Sis!”

Having graduated from college and started a professional job as an accountant, your brother was now very much an adult. You were amazed to see how much he had grown. I can’t believe he’s all grown up, you thought fondly. Now you had to reach up to pat his hair. Yeah, he’s not so little anymore.

Still, his trademark smile was exactly the same as when he had been a little boy, as he said excitedly, “Long time, no see! How come you were away for so long?”

“Oh…” You paused, thinking through everything that had happened since you had seen him last. You settled for, “I was busy with a few things.”

“Mum says you haven’t got a proper job.”

You rolled your eyes. But then, you admitted, with a sigh, “Well, she’s right.” You looked at your brother and smiled. “But we can’t all be accountants, can we?”

Your brother pulled a face. “I know, I know, it’s such a boring, predictable job. But it turns out that it comes easy to me, it’s good money, and I’ll save up until we’re more comfortable. Then, I’ll think about what I want to do next.”

You reached up and gently patted his hair again. “Well, now, don’t work too hard.”

Remus had been standing patiently behind you this entire time. Just then, he reached up to nervously adjust his tie for the umpteenth time, and your brother caught sight of him. He pointed to Remus and shouted, “It’s him!”

You deftly shoved your brother inside of the apartment before he could scream aloud to the entire flat neighborhood that Remus was a shapeshifter.

Sure enough, your brother cried out, “You were wicked cool! Scary, for sure – but awesome!”

You reached out and grasped your brother’s shoulder. “Tone it down a little, will you?”

Your brother shook his head. “No way! You didn’t see him, but he was a hero! He saved us, y’know, Mum and me!”

Remus was slowly turning tomato red. He put his hands up and mumbled desperately, “No… No, really… Please don’t -”

“Ah. You’ve come, have you?” Your mother entered the room.

“Hi, Mum.” You held up your job pamphlets. “Look, I’ve done my due diligence.”

“And?”

“What?”

“What job did you decide on?”

“Oh.” You glanced at the cover of the first pamphlet. “Uh… Gringotts Bank Teller.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

Your mother huffed, “You have to be a goblin to do that.”

You paused. “How did you know that?”

In truth, your mother now had a near encyclopedic knowledge of the Wizarding World, both because she took her job extremely seriously and studied all there was to know about the magical world and also because Arthur Weasley was one of those wonderful people who filled up spaces with the most pleasant, easy-going chatter of the many places and people he was interested in.

Your mother crossed her arms. “You’re not being serious about this, are you?”

“I am!” you said hurriedly. “I swear.”

Remus stepped up to your side. “The truth is that there’s an organization that needs your daughter very much.”

Your mother eyed Remus distrustfully.

Remus continued, “You’ve likely recognized from working at the Ministry that things are… not altogether well in the Wizarding World. And the organization operating at Grimmauld Place is attempting to rectify that, and they rely entirely on volunteers. While it’s not a formal job, per se, it’s quite important work.”

“Hm.” Your mother looked Remus up and down, much as you had done in the car. “Well, that’s true,” she conceded. “Arthur has been telling me about Professor Dumbledore’s efforts to break the truth that the Dark Lord is back. The Ministry doesn’t seem to be taking the news very well.”

You blinked. “Mum, you know so much…”

“I’m the only one left out!” your brother interjected. “Wish I was magical. And a cool beast-man, like he is.” He nodded at Remus.

Your mother paused. “Speaking of…” She came and stood in front of Remus. “You coward.”

“Mum - ” you began.

“You shush. I’m not talking to you.” Your mother stared hard at Remus. “You didn’t tell her what you are.”

“No, ma’am,” Remus said quietly, defenselessly.

“I cannot believe you. You went so far as to be in a relationship with my daughter, and you didn’t tell her?”

“Mum, stop it - ”

“That you would lie to her like that, you awful person - ”

Remus’ face was becoming ash white. He mumbled, almost under his breath, “I- I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

You raised your voice. “Mum!”

“And how dare you be so ashamed of what you are?” Your mother poked Remus’ shoulder hard. “Do you think that you’re the only one who suffers? Most people who are poor bear the difficulties of life on their bodies; most people who are physically tired are mentally exhausted; most people who are mentally exhausted are alienated from society. Yes, your situation was extreme – but how could you let yourself fall so low, Remus Lupin? People call me a wretch, a beggar, even a whore. The only thing that saves me from my own misery is that I don’t let myself believe in it and I don’t let myself become it. But you - ”

Completely fed up, you suddenly jumped in-between your mother and Remus. Turning to your mother, you said furiously, “He saved your life, so I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about! Besides, this is between me and Remus and I’ve decided that I’m fine with it, so who are you to come in and cause problems for us?”

Your mother said quietly, “I don’t want either of you to suffer just because you’re in love. Feelings can fade away, but the truth doesn’t.”

At this, Remus’ eyes flashed up to your mother.

But you were too enraged to notice. “Remus insisted that we come here and pay our respects to you, but I’ve had it. Come on, Remus, let’s get out of here.” You turned and grabbed Remus’ arm and yanked him out of the apartment.

Your brother called after the two of you, “I still think you were awesome!”

* * * * * * * * * *

You led the way back to the car, fuming all the while. “I don’t know what she expects, when she goes off like that. Honestly, who does she think she is? She can say stuff like that to me, of course, because I’m her kid, but what right has she got to say anything to you?”

Remus slid into the driver’s seat. “She’s right, though” he said quietly. “She’s only saying things I need to hear.”

“She’s not right,” you said hotly. “And we’re not coming back here until she apologizes. Let’s go, Remus.”

Remus started up the car.

However, on the way back – the car suddenly lurched once more and the drive became extremely bumpy.

“Oh, no,” Remus sighed. “I’ll have to have a look.” He pulled the car over.

You started to clamber out as well when Remus said, “No, you stay in the car. It shouldn’t take long, I hope.”

You waited in the car for ten minutes before you stuck your head out of the window. “Do you know what you’re doing, Rem? Or do you want some help?”

“No, no, I’ve got it. It’s a flat tire, that’s all.”

You waited ten minutes more – “Forget it,” you muttered, and you got out of the car.

You walked over to the tail end of the car. “Sorry, Remus, but I’d rather be out here and - ” Your words died on your lips as you took in the sight of Remus, with his shirt half-opened, sleeves rolled up, hair a right mess, grease on his shoes and pants, a streak of dirt on his cheek, and some type of grim on his forearms, and his tie flung haphazardly over his shoulder. It was rather humid outside, the sort-of atmosphere that gripped the world right before a rainstorm, and Remus’ face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked utterly bemused, with his brows drawn together, as he stared hard at the car tire.

You put your hand over your mouth and fought the urge to break out laughing.

Remus looked up at you. “Sorry this is taking so long,” he said ruefully. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Never mind,” you said. “Let me help. I know how to do this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, my father taught me when I was quite young. That was back when we had a car, and when he was still around, of course…” You rambled on as you replaced the tire with ease. “He loved cars. He used to take broken junk cars and fix them all up. My brother and I would just sit and watch him. Mum would bring us juice and sandwiches. If it was a nice summer day, we’d all sit outside together while Dad worked on his car… There. Done.” You stepped back to review your handiwork. “That should get us back to the car rental store.”

Remus gave you a sheepish grin. “Nice job.”

You laughed brightly. “Oh, Rem, you look a right mess.”

Remus reached up and pushed his now-scruffy hair back from his face. “I’m sure I do.”

You came over and attempted to straighten out the front of his hair. “Ah, what a shame. When you even wore a suit...”

Remus sighed. “What a mess. Everything fell apart today, didn’t it?”

You used your sleeve to wipe the streak of dirt off of his cheek. “Why did you go to the trouble of all this, anyhow? I know you wanted to make a good impression on my mum, but why the car and the suit?”

“Well…” Remus gave a half-hearted shrug. “Isn’t this what a stable, successful man looks like in the Muggle world? A car and a suit?”

“Sure, but why would that matter?” you asked, confused, but tenderly dusting off the shoulders of his jacket.

“It’s only that I – Well - ” Remus cleared his throat. “It’s clear to me that your family loves you, and I suppose I wanted to give them confidence that you’ll be safe with me.”

“Oh…” You paused. He wanted to convince my mother that I’d be safe with him. You stared up at Remus. How… How sweet…

“I couldn’t come right out and say it, not just yet,” Remus murmured, speaking almost to himself now. “Still, I wanted to try to convey that to them. I thought, well, maybe showing that I can be a respectable, decent man – in the Muggle way since they might be more familiar with that – might help them feel more comfortable with me. Especially with your mother. Although, she seems quite knowledgeable about the Wizarding World now, so maybe this was all for nothing. But I wanted to show her that I’m not some half-naked loon tripping over pears and oranges – well, I was – but that’s not all I am - ”

You flung your arms around Remus’ shoulders and kissed him as hard as you could.

Remus started. His hands flew out and he grasped your hips as you all but barreled into him.

Remus Lupin, you wonderful man, you thought, as you kissed him silly. Always so thoughtful…

“Lovely!” Remus breathed out, as you furiously kissed his face all over.

A car passed by just then, and all five people inside wolf-whistled and the driver honked.

Embarrassed, Remus murmured, “Er – perhaps we should – uh – drive back first…”

You and Remus, both a bit dazed, got back in the car.

“It’s quite hot outside, isn’t it?” Remus murmured, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. “I didn’t realize while I was outside, but now we’re back in the car, I can tell that it’s very humid outside.” He peered out of the window and up at the sky. “Looks like rain soon.”

You nodded, though you weren’t looking out at the window at all. You were staring at Remus, and you watched as a thin sliver of sweat dripped from the side of his face. You hesitated. Humid… Yes, that’s why I’m feeling this way. That’s all it is. Humid. Electric. Feverish… You clasped your hands together and then sandwiched them between your knees. Just the humidity…

Remus drove a little ways, but when the car stopped at a traffic light, you whispered, unable to help yourself, “…Remus.”

“Hm?” Remus looked over at you.

You were staring at him, with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Your shirt had gone slightly lopsided, catching a bit on your shoulder. But Remus only noticed that for a second, because the next moment, he caught sight of your expression – your brow was furrowed and your eyes had that brilliant sparkle that was your trademark when you wanted something – Remus’ heart thumped –

“Remus,” you whispered again. You lifted one hand and slowly reached over and put it on top of Remus’ hand. “You… You look good in a suit.”

“Oh…” Remus, hardly realizing it, began to lean over to kiss you…

The traffic light turned green.

“Traffic light,” you whispered softly.

Remus started. “Ah, right. Sorry. Must pay better attention.” Your hand slipped off of Remus’ as Remus began driving again.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to be too needy, but your mind was dizzy with a strange sort of fever.You blurted out, “I’m sorry, but could we stop the car behind that tree? Just for – Just for a few seconds.”

“Um, all right.” Remus parked the car in an empty parking lot, behind a leafy willow tree. He made a half-hearted joke, bleating out, “Huh, did we fix the car just to drive another five feet?”

“I suppose so,” you said. You meant to laugh, but the tension was killing you. It’s just that he’s so kind and considerate, and it honestly makes my heart race, and I’d like to be close to him… Please… Rather thoughtlessly, you’d reached out, as if to touch his chest – but you suddenly paused, and your fingers slipped around his tie instead.

Remus, whose knuckles had turned white from gripping his hands into fists, whispered tightly, “Lovely?”

“Remus…”

“What?”

“I like your tie very much, too.”

Remus looked over at you, slightly puzzled. “You like me in a tie and suit?”

You nodded softly, staring at him as though through a haze. “Yes, very much.” You slowly slid your hand up his tie, up his chest… His warmth… I love feeling his warmth… I want – I want to sink into him. You swallowed hard, though you tried to be discreet about it.

“Well,” Remus said wryly, “that doesn’t bode too well, does it? Seeing as we go around in cloaks most days - ”

You cut him off, with a soft, but quite tight, murmur. “Remus.”

Remus paused. Why does she keep saying my name? I mean, I don’t mind at all. But it sounds like she wants something, only she won’t say what it is. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that you had slid your hand up his tie and were now pulling gently at the knot. He wondered, is she trying to get my tie off? Remus’ gaze traced your hand, then your arm, up to your shoulder, then to your face… His eyes met yours.

Oh. The realization hit Remus all at once.

Remus’ mouth suddenly became very dry, and his heart leapt into his throat. He heard himself say, in a cracked, uncertain voice that barely sounded like him, “Would you – Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

Your eyes brightened at once, but, almost in contrast, you nodded solemnly.

“Yes…?” Remus whispered hoarsely.

And then, that blessed word fell from your lips, “Yes.”

That was it.

You both leaned towards each other at the same moment, and your mouths crashed together in a heated kiss. At once, shy but needy whimpers escaped both of you. You kissed each other feverishly, both of you turning your heads to slot your mouths together perfectly.

In that moment, all there was in that run-down little car was the tender hum, emitting from that feverish, lion-like, yet all too quiet passion that flows from our very cells when we are with our other halves.

After a long while, Remus’ hand slipped up the back of your neck (making you shiver most wonderfully) and his fingers slipped into your hair, as he pressed your head softly towards his, to kiss you deeper. You were straining slightly to breathe, as you were having to learn over the middle compartment box, but you did your best to hide it because you didn’t want to separate from Remus even an inch.

But Remus, who had brought up his other to caress your cheek, paused – for the back of his hand had brushed past your chest, and he realized how hard you were panting.

In a soft, deeply protective voice, Remus breathed out, “Come here.”

“Hm?” you murmured, still too busy kissing him. But suddenly - “Oh!”

In one swift motion, Remus grasped you and pulled you over. You gasped slightly as you suddenly found yourself in his lap.

“Better?” Remus murmured, and he leaned forward to grasp your hair again and kiss your neck rather roughly.

“Ah… Yes…” You clutched onto his shoulders and tilted your head back for him.

As he kissed your neck all over, Remus murmured, “Is this what you wanted, Lovely? Is this why you were complimenting my tie?”

“I really thought you looked nice in it,” you said softly. “But – ah - ” you gasped softly as Remus bit your neck gently – “Mm, yes, this is what I wanted.”

Having your confirmation, Remus moved with more intention now. His hands traveled down your body, feeling your breasts and then slipping down your curves, feeling your soft tummy, and then grasping gently at your hips.

You moaned, and you moved your hips softly, instinctively reacting to his gentle, loving touch.

A soft pitter-patter sound began to fill the car, as the skies finally succumbed to the weight of its gathered tears, and let the rain fall gently onto the humble earth.

Remus was kissing you lower and lower, until he greedily yanked up the front of your shirt and buried his face against your breasts. You gasped, and you hugged Remus tightly around his shoulders, holding onto him as much as you could. Remus used one hand to fist the front of your shirt and keep it out of the way. With the other, he pushed down your bra, and then, bending his head down, he pressed his open mouth against your sweet breasts.

“Uhn…” You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the sensation of Remus lavishing you with his mouth. Oh Godric, his mouth feels so good on me.

“Lovely,” Remus whispered in a raspy voice, “open your mouth a little.”

“Huh - ? Mmpfh!”

Remus had gently but decisively stuffed your shirt into your mouth, so that you could hold it up and out of the way. This left Remus free to press his hands against your back, so that he could push you forward slightly against him, and this allowed him to kiss, suck, and bite your breasts even more lovingly.

“Mm!” you gasped, and the sound came out quite muffled.

Remus’ mouth was so hot and wet, and he was sucking and biting your breasts all over, and he was holding you so that you were anchored to his lap, and you could hardly squirm.

“Mmm…” Remus moaned long and loud. Lovely’s gotten softer, somehow, he thought adoringly.

Sharing the driver’s seat together, and with Remus being rather tall and lanky, the two of you were cramped together. Remus could feel every little breath and move you were making. He felt how your legs tightened on either side of his when he bit softly at your breasts, and he could feel your tummy buckling when he ran his tongue in wet little circles around your nipples.

The fact that this space was so confined meant that it was very hard to move, and slowly but surely, a deep, feverish desire bloomed inside of you, responding joyously to the love that Remus was giving you, but also responding impatiently to the constraints of this tiny space. Soon, the fever had spread to the top of your head to your toes and you were bursting with the need to kiss Remus back, to undress him, to feel his warm skin on yours, to taste him, to have him inside of you – anything, any movement, any release – please!, you begged in your head.

Finally, with a loud, breathless gasp that made your shirt fall out of your mouth, you tugged Remus’ head back up again and you aggressively kissed him once more. Your hands slipped off of Remus’ shoulders and onto the driver’s seat behind him. Grabbing that, you pulled yourself closer to him and pressed your hips into him.

Remus breathed out heavily, and his hands fell to your thighs. When he leaned in to kiss you back, his hands steadily slid up your thighs.

You mumbled something that Remus didn’t catch and between kisses, he whispered to you, “What?”

“I said I wish I was wearing a dress,” you murmured back. “Or a skirt.”

You felt Remus’ lips curve up as he chuckled softly. “Is that so?”

You wiggled your hips slightly, hoping that Remus would get the message and slide his hands further up.

Remus kept his hands resolutely still, and he murmured to you, “Why? What are you imagining?”

You were now shifting back and forth quite obviously on Remus’ lap – yet he still kept his hands exactly where they were, in the middle of your thighs.

You groaned wantingly, “You know what, Remus John Lupin.”

Remus kept that soft smile on his lips, as he whispered teasingly, “My full name?”

“Yes, because you know,” you said accusingly. You bit down on your lower lip and let out a frustrated sigh. “…You know I have a a thing for your hands. And I… I like when you touch me.” You blushed as you admitted, “I always have.”

Remus gazed up at you, admiring your blushing face. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” you insisted. Reaching up, you gripped the back of his hair in your hands as you fidgeted on top of his lap, shifting your thighs this way and that, still hoping that his hands would slip up your thighs…

When Remus refused to budge, you groaned and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder. You tugged a bit at his hair as you muttered, “Mean.”

Remus let out a quiet laugh before he acquiesced. “All right, all right.” Finally, he slid his hands up, letting his large, warm palms move up your pants.

Lifting your head up, you hurriedly reached down with one hand undid the front button of your pants.

Remus whispered, “Why are you in such a rush, Lovely?”

In a rush? You blinked rather stupidly, for in all serious, you didn’t think you were in a rush. Rather, you didn’t understand why everything was taking so long. Why aren’t Remus’ hands on me already? you thought desperately.

But you’d already given one embarrassing confession, and you didn’t feel that you were due for another so soon. So, you managed to mumble out, “Um, don’t we have to return the car by five?”

“Ah, I see,” Remus said lightly. He let his hand brush tantalizingly between your legs as he whispered, “The car…”

“Y-Yes,” you mumbled, your voice catching when you felt Remus’ hand brush up against you. “We’ve got to return the car. Be responsible – Mm…”

Remus, finding you irresistibly cute, leaned forward and kissed you again. You started to wrap your arms around his shoulders, when he pulled back slightly to say, “And who was it that made me stop the car in the first place, hm?”

“Oh…” You looked down. Even knowing that Remus was teasing you, you felt embarrassed. Yes, it wasn’t just the humidity, was it? you thought. It was pouring rain now, but you were feeling more flushed and wanting than ever.

Remus watched you as you steadily became pinker and pinker in front of him. Oh, Lovely… Look at you, he whispered adoringly in his head. But you know, don’t you? That I want you just as badly, if not more.

At that moment, you sighed a little. Then, you turned back to Remus and said, in a low voice, “All right. I want you, Remus. I… I couldn’t wait.” You bit your lower lip again, before you continued, “And I would appreciate very much if – if - ” Your brow furrowed as you struggled to voice what you wanted to say. You burst out, rather intensely and rather ungracefully, “Don’t make me wait! Not when I want you so much.”

Remus blinked. He’d forgotten how your voice became low and raspy when you were all pent-up and wanting like this. Besides that, your reaction was much more genuine than he had intended. I was only teasing her a little. But Lovely’s so serious. She must… He swallowed hard. She must really want this. Even more than she’s letting out. She’s starving for me to touch her…

“I want you,” you repeated feelingly.

Well, I can take care of that, Remus thought. Before he knew it, he had pushed his hand into your pants and he was pressing his long fingers up against you, touching you through your panties.

Remus heard you inhale quickly and your fingers tightened in his hair.

Remus leaned forward and caught your mouth in a kiss. Yes, I can take care of you, Lovely, he said stoutly in his head, declaring a promise to himself. And I will. I won’t keep you waiting ever again. He pushed his hand further inside of your pants, until he slotted his hand firmly between your thighs. Only heaven and hell can ever know how much I want you too, my love.

You shuddered against him. “Ah… So warm…”

“Mm,” Remus breathed out, as he rubbed his hand against you.

You moaned softly as you felt that wonderful, warm pressure between your legs and against your panties. “Uh…”

Remus hugged your waist with his other arm and whispered lowly, “Just so you know, I’ll happily pay another day for this car, if it means I get to take my time and enjoy you.”

Your breath hitched – and Remus’ fingers lithely pushed aside your panties and pressed down on your bare clit –

O-Ohhhhh… Your hands slipped out of Remus’ hair. One slipped onto the window, and the other fluttered about in the air until you finally found the dashboard to hold onto.

“There you go,” Remus murmured, pushing his fingers in tight little circles against your clit. “Getting all warm and wet, mm, good girl.”

“R-Remus,” you blurted out – and then you let out a soft, but desperate, open-mouthed moan as Remus leaned forward to kiss the side of your neck softly while he touched you.

You didn’t know if Remus was aware of this, but he had a tendency to cage you in and pin you down when he got lost in the heat and pleasure of it all. Sure enough, the more fervent your gasps became and the more your hips bucked against his hands, the more Remus leaned forward, until he was all but pinning you down against the steering wheel.

You leaned forward at first, trying to even out the balance. But when Remus finally pushed aside your panties with a quick brush of his fingers and then pressed his warm hand directly against your bare pussy, your mind went beautifully blank for a second and you leaned back entirely.

HONNNNKKK!

You both jumped – and you hit the top of your head against the roof of the car – “Ow!”

“Lovely!”

“No, it’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just… the stupid car horn.”

Remus sheepishly hugged you back towards him, so that you weren’t leaning against the steering wheel. “Oh, right. Forgot about that.”

“Well, forget about it again,” you murmured, and you began to kiss his neck.

Remus moaned softly, and he let his head fall back against the driver’s seat.

You let out a soft growl and you bit and sucked at his neck. Your hands found his shoulders and you held onto him as you buried your head against his neck. At the same time, your thighs, positioned on either side of his, squeezed tightly, and then you gently rolled your hips forward against him. At the same time, with your mouth still latched onto Remus’ neck, you let out a hard pant, and Remus felt your warm breath puff across his neck.

Remus’ heart gave a leap when he felt you push up against him like that. His eyes opened, and his hands shot to your thighs.

Remus continued to let you have him, kissing and biting at his neck all over, making sure he knew – both now when he was feeling your sweet mouth on him and later, when your soft love marks would bloom brilliantly all over his neck – that he was yours.

Remus was more than happy to let you take your time in kissing him so sweetly and marking him as yours, but he couldn’t merely sit still. He had to touch you, too. He had to. His hands slid up to the insides of your thighs and he made to touch you again, only you were pressed up too close to him. Not wanting to push you away, yet needing to touch you, Remus made to push your thighs open more, but the space was too small, and your knees pushed up against the car door on one side, and the middle compartment on the other. Remus let out a noise of impatience.

You paused. “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s only – Well, if I could only touch you,” Remus murmured, with his words all tumbling out in a soft waterfall. “Could we perhaps move to the back seat?”

Before you could even make sense of his words, Remus had lifted you slightly. Realizing what he wanted, you quickly clambered over into the backseat and Remus followed after you.

As soon as you turned around, Remus pushed you gently but hastily down onto the seat with a rough, needy kiss.

“Ah…” You moaned against his mouth, and your hands came up to his chest, to help steady him, while Remus’ hands had already found your waist to hold onto as he tumbled into the seat after you.

Remus was quite greedy with you, sinking into you quickly so that your thighs had to spread to make room for his hips. His hands slipped off of your waist, and he put one hand down on the seat to keep from collapsing on top of you, but with his other hand he touched your face lovingly, brushing your cheek with his thumb repeatedly while he cradled your face.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the wonderful sensation of Remus holding you and kissing your neck all over. Everything was so perfect – except for that growing ache between your legs. “Since we’ve got a bit more space now, might you - could you – um – could you maybe – ah…” you stuttered out, as Remus sucked hard at your neck.

“Hm?” Remus replied rather nonchalantly as he left a soft flurry of love bites all over your throat – his reply, as it were, to tell you that you were his.

“Ah!” You trembled and your hips bucked softly, and it took you a minute to pull yourself together before you managed to whisper, in a wanting, yet dreamy voice that sounded much the same as it had many years ago, when the two of you were curled up under the Ravenclaw tapestry, sharing your dormitory bed: “H-Hands. Want your hands on m-me.”

Remus nodded. He began to reach down and slide his hand back into your pants, when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Remus paused and looked down at you, wondering why you were grabbing him like that. You stared up at him and whispered, “…Inside me.”

“What, Lovely?” Remus murmured. “Say it again.”

“Fingers…” Your hand slipped down and you gently traced his fingers with your own, as you breathed out, “…inside me…please.”

Remus breathed out. He lowered himself to gently press his forehead against yours. “You want my fingers inside of you, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently, and you guided Remus’ hand to quickly slip into your pants.

Remus smiled, adoring the way that you were asking for him. He brushed aside the thin slip of cloth covering you with the back of his fingers, and then -

“Ah...” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt his fingers push gently inside of you. Your hands came up and you gently held onto the sides of Remus’ jacket.

“Mm,” he whispered hoarsely. “So tight, sweetheart.”

Remus burrowed his fingers deeper into you and then curved them slightly inside of you, pushing you open just a bit.

“Uh!” Your thighs trembled and you squeezed Remus’ jacket tighter, with your hands bunching up into fists. Your stomach tensed, and your head came up for a moment, as a tight pant escaped you.

Remus slipped his other arm around your shoulders and, gently pulling you up, he hugged you to him.

You hugged him right back and you buried your face in his shoulder and moaned as Remus fingered you harder.

You grasped messily at the seat and blearily made your way up until your head was resting against the window. But Remus followed you, until he had you caged right where he wanted you – against the window, and very much in his arms.

Mm, Remus thought, loving the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his fingers. All tight and sweet, my Lovely…

And as he pumped his fingers inside of you steadily, you slipped back down slightly, until your face was pressed up a little against Remus’ chest. You tried in vain to prop your feet up against the seat or the floor, but Remus’ hips were resting between your thighs, and besides, he was touching you quite fervently now, and you didn’t have much strength left in your legs as your thighs squeezed against his hips and your toes curled in your shoes.

In desperation, you reached out and sought solace by hugging Remus and gripping his jacket in your hands and moaning deeply against his chest.

Remus felt your hot breath on his chest. He bent his head down and gently nudged your head with his, bringing your face up, and then he caught your lips in another kiss. You kissed him back, but then Remus thrust his fingers into you – you cried out and fell back. And when Remus chased you for another kiss, you panted out, “Ah – W-Want - , B-But c-can’t, Rem!”

Remus paused. He hadn’t noticed until now how hard he was squeezing you into his hug, making you pant quite hard while he finger-fucked your pussy deeper and deeper. A sheen of sweat was on your forehead, and your face had gone all pink. Remus also realized, for the first time, how tense your thighs were and how tight your grip was on his jacket.

“Oh, Lovely, are you close?” Remus breathed out, surprised.

“Nngh – Of course I am – Are you – Are you teasing me?” you half-panted and half-mumbled out, almost indignantly.

Remus smiled softly at you. He replied, earnestly, “I wasn’t teasing.” In his head, he thought, Though now I want to, seeing how cute you are like this, Lovely…

While he was gazing at you, his hand had paused. And you couldn’t stand it. More than anything, you needed him to keep going. “Rem, don’t stop, please,” you begged suddenly. You reached down and grasped his wrist needily. “I – I am close. Please don’t stop.”

“All right. Just… shush. I’ve got you, Lovely.” Remus worked his fingers back into you – deep and somewhat roughly – and he watched your mouth drop open and the flush on your cheeks turn even more brilliant.

“Oh, Godric, yes, right there,” you breathed out heavily. “Ah, ah, ah…!” Your hands pattered down his arms furiously and then – you scrabbled a little at the front of his shirt before you managed to yank his shirt out of his trousers so that you could grip it – right as that incredible tension began to coil up in your tummy.

Remus could feel your pussy spasming all around his fingers. “So tight,” he hissed lightly. He could only imagine how tight you could feel around his cock… He pushed his fingers back into your wet little pussy harshly, and you gasped, “Ah!”

Your back arched – Remus hurriedly tugged downwards at your waist, to keep you anchored against him, for he wanted to feel you cum for him – and your thighs trembled heavily all over and then – “Uhnnnnn…!”

Remus moaned with you, as he felt you release with his fingers still buried deeply inside of you.

Desperately pushing your hands against the window and the seat, you lifted yourself just enough that you could clamp your thighs together, drawing Remus’ fingers even deeper inside of you as you came all over his hand.

Remus groaned. Her sweet cum… Mm… I want it. His eyes flickered up to you. You had your eyes closed, and you were panting furiously. Your shirt was caught just above your bra, and Remus watched the way your tight little body moved as you fought to catch your breath. I want her, Remus thought. I… want her so badly. All of her.

“Sweetheart,” Remus whispered.

“W-What?” you breathed out. “Do – Do we need to return the car?”

Remus still kept one arm around you, but with his other hand, he gently pulled down the front of your shirt. As he did, he replied, “I suppose. But that’s not what’s on my mind.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I want to take you to bed,” Remus said, and he lifted his hand and slowly sucked at his fingers. “If you’ll let me.”

“Oh. Oh.” Your heart jolted happily.

“To do that, I suppose we have to return this car first, though I have half to mind to drive straight to Grimmauld Place right now.”

You stared at Remus with wide eyes. He’s so assertive. Has he always been like this?

Remus paused. “Unless… you don’t want to, of course.” Just like that, his gentlemanly demeanor returned. He reached up and quietly fixed your hair for you.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” you said finally, smiling at him.

“Okay, then.” Remus gently helped you to get back in your seat.

When you had clambered back into his seat, Remus paused.

“Wha – Oh! I’m so sorry,” you said, when you noticed the small wet spot you had left on the front of his trousers.

Remus chuckled. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m the one who made you like that, after all.”

You stared hungrily at Remus. Oh Gods, if he keeps talking like that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.

Remus looked over at you. “What?”

“Let’s… get going, please,” you said, and your voice nearly cracked with want.

Remus nodded. “All right. And I’m sorry to stop there, but – well, for what I’d like to do with you, the car simply isn’t big enough.”

Your heart skipped a beat – and your pussy thumped. You slotted both your hands between your legs and squeezed them. In a small voice, you whispered tightly, “Um, if you speed a little, I won’t tell.”

Remus laughed lightly, but his eyes were serious and his entire body was quite tense as he hurriedly drove the car back to the shop.

You waited outside for him. When Remus came out, you held your hand out and said, “Rem - ” By then, he had already grabbed your hand and Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

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aniwahstan · 1 year ago

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Wolfstar Dark Academia AU has launched

Fic: Behind the door, the star you seek

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Sirius shouldn’t tease. Not here, while Remus is clearly trying his best to remain professional and divide his attention equally among the fellows. But he’s not above creating a little private tension. In fact, he’s craving it a bit. The attention. His attention. Anything to satiate this growing need he cannot seem to quench. It’s become insistent in his chest, only settling the noisy murmur when Remus Lupin is actively paying attention to him.

If Remus’ reactions to his leaning in a breath too close when they spoke, if he didn’t catch the way his eyes would linger on him from across the room when he’d rub a hand into his neck, then perhaps Sirius would behave better. But Remus does look, and fidget, and clear his throat to disguise his lingering eyes.

Sirius is working on a difficult translation of Latin when he feels that hum start to roar within. He doesn’t need to look up to know Remus has neared. It’s become like a beacon, to always know exactly how far away this man stands. His body forces these strange physical reminders of Remus’ proximity or distance.

“The practice of looking beyond, to use the mind's eye to see, has been lost through centuries and diaspora of the original keepers.”

Remus’ voice is low and gravely as he whispers the perfect translation just above Sirius’ shoulder.

Sirius privately rolls his eyes at the showboating before lifting his head and finding Remus hunched over him. The moment their eyes meet, that murmur starts to dull, a rare calm washing over Sirius like a fire being contained to a gaze.

“Thank you, doctor,” he says sarcastically with a wink to match.

Remus' hands remain clasped behind his back, as if restraining himself from making a mistake and touching Sirius in front of his peers. Though, Sirius admits, it could also just be the way his professor chooses to stand. He is still so unsure of it all, if he’s creating the tension between them in his mind. So he kicks his foot out a bit under the desk, letting it slide against Remus’. He waits, to see if he’ll move away, or acknowledge the touch.

He can nearly hear it - both of their heartbeats starting to pulse harder and fall into unison.

Remus does not move. He shifts his weight, so his shin brushes against Sirius’ ever so lightly that Sirius can feel it all the way down his spine.

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strawwritesfic · 3 years ago

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Teddy Lupin x Female!Reader: Thoughts

Summary: Time to meet the parents.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Dead!Remus Lupin; Dead!Nymphadora Tonks; past!Remus/Tonks; past!Teddy/Victoire; past!Victoire & Reader friendship; Reader’s House is unspecified; Reader is the daughter of unspecified Death Eater(s))

Challenge: "115 Words" challenge by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaesence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Thoughts

Most Hogsmeade weekends were cause for celebration. Seventh year students received so few breaks in their studies, after all. By mid-May, they saw none at all. You had, in fact, planned to stay in the castle to cram for your Divination N.E.W.T.s, rather than waste time going into town that day. The thought that you were not in your common room with a stack of books nagged at you throughout the morning. If not for your boyfriend’s insistence on your accompanying him that Saturday, you would have been there still.

Having got you outside for “a bit of fresh air,” however, Teddy seemed in no hurry to return to Hogwarts. He seemed in no hurry to get anywhere at all. First you trundled to the sweet shop, then the post office, then the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. From store to store he led you until there was nowhere else to go. And yet, as you left the Three Broomsticks after an hour of sipping gillywater, he continued up the main street.

“Teddy?” you said.

You saw his eyes flick in your direction. They were dark brown that day, and he’d turned his partially-buzzed hair violet.

“Teddy, where are we going?”

“Tired of my company already, [Name]?” he asked with a grin.

“Not your company, no. But I should be studying. As should you.”

“Exams aren’t for another three weeks! You study too much.”

“And you don’t study enough.” You tugged on his hand, which had been interlaced with yours since you’d left Hogwarts. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

“One more stop.”

“You said that after the last three!”

“Humor me. You’ve been so busy lately that I’ve hardly seen you. Pretty please?”

How could you say no to that adorable pout? “Fine.” You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “But this really has to be our last stop. I promised Rose I’d help her study for her Herbology final, remember?”

“Last stop.” Teddy bent to kiss your cheek. “I promise. Would I lie to you?”

“Each and every day like clockwork.”

He chuckled, but the sound was subdued. Now that you thought about it, Teddy had been rather subdued all day long. Gazing at him intently all the while, you allowed him to pull you along, up and away from the typical hustle and bustle of the town. No further conversation passed between you.

The houses and shops slowly disappeared behind you as you moved on. Fewer students called out to greet you. Soon, you and Teddy walked alone together along the winding dirt path that led out of Hogsmeade. Just as you were beginning to suspect you knew where your final destination was, he drew to an abrupt stop.

A large expanse of flat land sat before you. Gray stones and bright bunches of flowers dotted the well-kept grass. He had brought you to the memorial cemetery installed for those that fell during the Last Battle of Hogwarts.

“What are we doing here?” you asked.

“You’ll see.”

His answer did little to calm you. Oblivious to your nerves—or ignoring them—Teddy pushed open the beautiful gate and stepped inside the graveyard. You followed hesitantly. Many Hogwarts students made it a point to visit this place, especially around that time of year. Being the daughter of a Death Eater, you’d never set foot in it. You were not welcome there.

“Teddy,” you whispered, “can we please leave? I don’t want to get stuck in the hospital wing this week.”

“No one is going to curse you.”

Clearly, he couldn’t see the looks those gathered kept throwing you. The iron grip he had on your hand forced you to keep going even though you could. Cringing, you scurried along next to him until, quite suddenly, he let you go.

“Huh?”

Teddy knelt in front of two graves, each bursting with flowers. He affectionately caressed each headstone before looking at you with a small smile.

“I wanted you to meet my parents.”

“Your—!”

Yes, you saw that now. Nymphadora “Tonks” Lupin read one marker, the other Remus John Lupin. Your hands lifted to cover your mouth as tears filled your eyes.

“There wasn’t much time left, you know,” he explained, “what with us leaving school soon.”

You nodded, unable to speak.

“I’ve been meaning to introduce you for ages, but it took me awhile to work up the nerve. I wanted to bring Victoire, but—well. You know how that went.”

“Yes.” You and Victoire Weasley had been best friends up until her very messy breakup with Teddy. That you were dating him now hardly helped matters.

As though he read your mind, Teddy grinned. “Don’t worry. She won’t come. I paid James off to keep her busy for us.”

“Oh. Good.”

Why were you so damn nervous? Teddy’s parents couldn’t do anything to you! Neither could Victoire, whether she made an appearance or not. All the same, you hung back to watch in silence. Then he motioned for you to quit dawdling.

“Come on. Dad made it a point not to bite, even in life,” he said.

Feeling awkward, you moved forward until Teddy was able to grasp your hand once more.

“Mum. Dad.” An uncomfortable laugh told you he felt just as anxious as you did. “This is my girlfriend, [Name]. You probably didn’t like her dad much, but…she’s great. I never got to know you myself, but I want you to know her. Harry says you can see what’s going on down here, so you probably already know that I love her. She’s going to stay with me for a long time, at least as long as she’s willing to put up with me.”

Tears filled your eyes. You dried them with your sleeve, but not quickly enough for them to escape Teddy’s notice. He let out a whoop of laughter.

“You actually crying, [Name]?”

“Shut up!” you snapped. “You’re not typically so serious.”

He winked. “Enjoy it while you can, babe.”

After that, he went quiet. It took him elbowing you in the ribs to make you understand he expected you to say something as well. What on earth were you supposed to say? That you were sorry your father had made their short lives so miserable? Wouldn’t that kind of ruin the mood? You cleared your throat to buy some time and still drew a blank.

“Er, hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lupin,” you began. “Um. I know my family has done some terrible things to yours, but…I love Teddy. More than anything. I’d never hurt him, and,” you shot him a smirk, “I intend to stick around until he gets tired of me.”

“Thank you,” Teddy whispered, squeezing your hand.

There wasn’t much left to do once the confessions were done. He cast a few cleaning spells, made sure the enchantments on the flowers remained in place, and spoke to his father about the map his godfather had passed down to him and that Teddy in turn would pass down to James. Then Teddy grabbed your hand again and headed for the exit, all at once his usual cheerful self.

“All right, now we can get back to your studies and my interruptions,” he said as the cemetery fell behind you.

“Do we have to involve your interruptions? Can’t I have one study session without them?”

“Absolutely not. As your boyfriend, it is my duty to ensure you have plenty of distractions to keep you sane.”

“At least promise me you won’t disrupt my studies with Rose.”

“Nothing doing.”

“Your funeral,” you muttered.

Grumble though you might have, you’d meant what you’d said to Teddy’s parents. As long as he’d have you, by his side you’d remain, distractions and all. You guessed his mum and dad wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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Hi I first sent this ask a while ago but it was about how I always see fics with Remus first joining as a player and was wondering if you could write one with Remus FIRST FIRST joining as a PT? I dont want to bother you though!

Of course! I love some baby Loops content <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for minor injury

Remus was sure he was going to buzz right out of his skin. Or puke. Maybe both. Whatever it was, at least it would make an impression.

Not a good one, mind you. Just one that would make him unforgettable.

“Oh, god,” he muttered, clutching the sides of his binder as he turned down yet another linoleum hallway. The rink was too big; he was lost on his first day, his first hour, and he would be the laughingstock of the team for the rest of his—

“Hey!” Remus froze, then slowly turned.

A mixture of fear and relief flooded through him so fast he almost blacked out. “Mr. Moody, I’m so sorry I’m late—”

Moody waved him off. “Lost?”

“Well, not really. I mean, sort of, but not lost lost—”

“Kid.” Remus shut his mouth. His backpack suddenly weighed as much as an elephant. Moody gave him a once-over before clapping a broad hand on his shoulder and guiding him in the opposite direction, down a side hall with a shiny black sign labeled ‘Physical Therapy Offices’ and a little arrow. Dumbass. You walked right past it.

“I really am sorry about being late,” he tried again, nearly tripping over a ‘Wet Floor’ sign.

“Don’t sweat it. Happens to everyone.” Moody stopped short and gestured to two doors on either side of the hall. “My office, your office. Locker room is down there and to the right if one of those sweaty bastards breaks another bone. Oh, and Lupin?”

Remus’ throat seized for a moment. “Yes?”

“Don’t fuck with their superstitions.” His tone had new weight to it, and his eyes were shadowed with some far-off memory. Remus didn’t want to know what happened to the last person that broke the rule. The strange quiet lifted after another two seconds and Moody patted his back with the approximation of a smile. “Welcome to the Lions.”

Without another word, he marched into his office and shut the door with a decisive click. “Okay,” Remus murmured to himself. “Alright. You’re here, this is your office, you can do this. No big deal. It’s just your first real job.”

The pale wood of the door watched him, silent as the grave. Remus took a deep breath through his nose and carefully pushed it open.

It was certainly an office. Quite a normal one, actually, though Remus didn’t know what else he had expected. Clean and tidy, with an empty desk to one side and an examination table on the other. Whiteboards decorated a couple of the walls—all blank, of course—and the floor was the same linoleum as the rest of the rink. “Huh,” he said aloud. “Right, then.”

Remus set his binder and backpack on the desk and turned in a slow circle, soaking it in. It even smelled fresh, but the scent of bleach and lemon cleaning solution made him wrinkle his nose. I might need a candle. Hell, just some Febreeze would do.

He crossed the room and shut the heavy door with the same satisfying click as Moody’s, then immediately whipped around and pumped both fists in the air with a silent whoop of joy. “My office,” he whispered giddily. “My office, as the Lions PT, oh hell yes.”

The door flew open.

“What the fuck?” he blurted, spinning on his heel and only barely stifling a shriek.

The shorter man cocked his head in confusion. “You’re not Moody.”

“Remus Lupin, the new PT.”

“James Potter, winger.”

“Ow,” his friend groaned, still holding one hand over his eye.

Remus’ heart skipped a beat. “Oh my god, Sirius Black.”

Sirius grimaced and gestured in a vague wave. “Bonjour. I’m going blind.”

“You’re so fucking dramatic,” James sighed, sitting him down on the exam table with a roll of his eyes. “Loops, it really isn’t that bad.”

“…Loops?”

“Lupin, Loops, you get it. Can you please soothe the baby?”

Sirius glared at him through his good eye. “You little—”

“Tilt your head back,” Remus ordered as soon as he recovered from the shock of having a hockey nickname. His team had called him Moony, but Loops…he had to admit it had a nice ring to it. The idea of having a team nickname at all sent a thrill through every nerve as he pulled Sirius’ hand away and looked into his eye.

Pretty, was his first thought. The intensity of Sirius’ gaze on the ice had always amazed him, even through a TV screen—it was nothing compared to the real thing. Silver shot through clear blue-gray like filigree; it was bright as a star despite the redness. “Am I dying?” Sirius asked drily. “Cause you’re just a blur right now.”

“You’re not dying,” Remus assured him. “You might need eyedrops, though. What happened?”

“Pots is an asshole.”

James heaved another sigh. “Getting hit in the eye with a waterbottle lid I may or may not have loosened does not make me an asshole.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t—”

“Shut up, both of you.” A flash of fear slipped up Remus’ spine. I just told two of my heroes to shut up. Forget Sirius, I’m going to die. The room fell silent.

“Oh, I like him,” James said with a grin.

“You’re good to go,” Remus said after a moment longer. “I don’t have anything set up right now, so you should check with Moody and ask for those eyedrops.”

“Merci,” Sirius said as he stood and stretched, batting James’ hands away as they headed back out into the hall. “Don’t touch me, you cretin!”

“Oh, look at me, I use fancy French words,” James mimicked in a high voice.

“It’s not French, dumbass.”

Their bickering continued even after the heavy door closed, leaving Remus alone once again. His pulse raced. An hour into his first day of work, and he had already helped the team. Hell, he had helped The Sirius Black. “This is fucking insane,” he said aloud. “And it’s my job.”

He opened his binder and quickly flipped to the roster. They had some new faces this year and it seemed like half of them had lingering injuries he needed to memorize. Remus would have to know more than just their faces and medical history to make a difference, but he would get there eventually. Maybe it would take a while for them to warm up to him—maybe he would remain Moody’s minion for the rest of his tenure. He would never be part of the team, not really, but looking at that roster…

Well, he could almost believe he was one of them.

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engie-ivy · 4 years ago

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Everyone seems to think it's just the most hilarious prank Sirius was given a potion to make him think he's in love with Remus. Remus himself, however, doesn't quite like hearing Sirius say everything he's been secretly dreaming of, and not meaning a word of it. However, there might be a bit of truth to Sirius’ words. Or a whole lot of truth.

Truth Be Told

Remus is haggard. After a long day of classes, he has spent the evening tutoring a second-year Hufflepuf, and it would surprise Remus if the boy can even tell the front from the back of his wand. All Remus wants now is to drop down on a couch, and unwind with his friends. As he enters the Gryffindor common room, he spots them sitting at the back and makes his way over.

“Wotcher, Moony,” James greets. “You look bloody knackered!”

“Alright, Moony?” Peter grins. “Long night?”

“Moony!” Sirius says. “I’m so glad you’re back. Even when it’s just an hour, I miss you whenever we’re not together. You light up any room you enter, no matter how tired you look. Just the sight of you makes my heart skip a beat, as you’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

The boys all fall silent and stare. Remus blinks a couple of times. Then James bursts out laughing, quickly joined by Peter. Horror appears on Sirius’ face and he clasps a hand over his mouth.

“Eh,” Remus says hesitantly, as he sits down. “What’s going on?”

James, still laughing, wipes a tear away from his eyes. “D’you remember how Sirius hexed McKinnon last week, making everything she ate taste like earwax for the entire day?”

Remus nods. As funny as the prank may have seemed, dealing with an angry and hungry Marlene McKinnon hadn’t been an experience worth repeating.

“Well, she got back at him just now by spiking his Pumpkin Juice with some sort of potion, but so far, we hadn’t figured out what kind of potion. Until now, that is!”

“A Love Potion?” Remus asks incredulously.

Sirius, face bright red, is pointedly not looking at Remus.

“The potion must have made him so head-over-heels, he’s too overwhelmed by your all-encompassing beauty,” Peter snickers.

Remus is still stunned. “Why a Love Potion to make him fall in love with me, though?”

James shrugs. “Girls have a weird sense of humour, mate.”

Remus shakes his head. “That’s ridiculous!”

James wants to say something, but Sirius cuts him off. “There’s nothing ridiculous about being in love with you!” He exclaims. “You’re the kindest person there is. You have such a good heart, and you’re always there for me, no matter what. You always make everyone feel at ease. You’re clever, hardworking, and strong. I don’t understand how everyone isn’t in love with you! And Merlin, you’re so attractive. The way you bite your lip when you’re trying not to laugh is so bloody sexy.”

Sirius isn’t the only one blushing now, as Remus feels his own cheeks heat up. “Err, thanks,” he mumbles.

James and Peter, however, nearly fall off the couch laughing. “This is gold!” James manages to say in between his laughs.

Remus doesn’t agree. He finds it more embarrassing than funny that apparently, McKinnon thought making him in love with Remus was the best joke she could play on Sirius. And even worse, and Remus will take this secret to his grave, like a bloody twelve-year-old who reads too many romance novels, he occasionally fantasizes about Sirius illuminated by candlelight, holding his hands, waxing poetically about his undying love for Remus. To now hear Sirius say similar words, without meaning any of them, is definitely more painful than funny.

Sirus doesn’t seem amused by it either. “I’m sorry,” he says miserably. “I know I shouldn’t be saying this! I mean, I know I don’t have a chance with you, Moony. You’re such a good person, so much better than me. I truly don’t deserve you.”

“Merlin,” Peter laughs. “Sirius Black thinking he’s not good enough? I wouldn’t have thought it possible! What the hell did McKinnon give him for a Love Potion?”

Remus wonders that as well, as he watches Sirius hide his face in his hands. With the Love Potions Remus knows, the person under the influence at least doesn’t realise how insane they’re acting, but poor Sirius seems perfectly aware.

“Moony,” Sirius says pleadingly. “Normally, I think every minute spent apart from you is a minute wasted, but as I can’t seem to stop embarrassing myself in front of you, would you mind terribly to maybe stay away from me until the potion has worn off?”

“You really do say the most ridiculous things,” Peter agrees.

Sirius glares at him. “You calling me confessing my deepest feelings ridiculous is actually really hurtful, Peter.”

Peter blinks at him.

“Right,” Remus says, getting to his feet. “Yes. That would probably be best. Just... take care, and let me know if you need me.”

“I always need you, Remus,” Sirius says. “And I always will.”

“Err, right. Yes. Okay. Great. Eh, bye then.” Remus hurries away.

As Remus makes his way through the common room, he walks past Marlene, Lily and Mary sitting together at a table.

“Oi, Lupin!” Marlene calls, with a smug smile. “Is Black having a nice evening?”

Remus folds his arms over his chest. “You think you’re bloody funny, don’t you, McKinnon?”

Lily raises her eyebrow. “Come on, Remus. Black had it coming.”

“I suppose he had,” Remus sighs. It’s true. Marlene and Sirius are always pulling pranks on each other and retaliating. “But next time, please leave me out of it!”

“Leave you out of it?” Marlene repeats. “When have I ever gotten you into it?”

“Please, a Love Potion to make him confess to being in love with me?” Remus rolls his eyes. “I can understand how you’d think Sirius Black fancying me is just the biggest joke, but please, don’t.”

The girls fall silent.

Mary is staring at Remus with wide eyes. Lily is nervously tugging at her braid. Marlene is shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“What?”

Marlene and Lily exchange a look, then look back at Remus. “Eh, Remus,” Marlene says carefully. “The potion I gave Black wasn’t a Love Potion.”

Remus begins to ask “Then why-” But Marlene continues talking. “It was Veritaserum.”

Sirius is lying face-down on his bed, wondering if there’s a spell that can make the ground swallow him up whole. Damn Marlene and her damn Truth Potion! At least his friends, and most importantly Remus, had assumed it was a Love Potion. Luckily, James and Peter had eventually left him alone, thinking that the fun was over anyway after Remus left, so perhaps the universe doesn’t completely hate him.

He has barely finished the thought, or the door to the dorm opens. Sirius glances up, and when he sees Remus walk in, he considers smothering himself in his pillow.

“Moony,” Sirius groans. “Please. I really want to be alone.” For once, he and the Truth Potion are in perfect agreement on what to say.

Remus ignores him and sits down cross-legged at the foot of Sirius’ bed with a huge grin on his face, because, yes, the universe has it out for Sirius. Sirius pushes himself up and wraps his arms around his legs. “While normally I would be thrilled to have you on my bed,” Sirius says, because of-bloody-course he does. “Right now, you shouldn’t-”

“What potion did McKinnon give you?” Remus interrupts.

Sirius opens his mouth to say it’s the Love Potion, but what comes out instead is “Veritaserum,” which, really, he should’ve expected. He wonders if it’s too late to still smother himself in his pillow.

Remus grins brightly at him. He knew, Sirius thinks. The bloody bastard already knew.

“You know,” Sirius says irritably. “I’m so gone for you that you could probably push me out of the window, and I’d still be smitten,” has he mentioned that the universe hates him? “But I must say, Remus, it kind of hurts that you found out my deepest secret and came here to rub it in my face and laugh about it.”

Remus seems a little taken aback by Sirius’ blatant honesty, but he should’ve known that’s what he would get. “What? No,” he says quickly. “I’m not laughing about your feelings! Or well, maybe I am laughing about your feelings, but because I’m happy about your feelings!”

Sirius looks away and mutters “Well, I’m glad you at least enjoy my desperate pining.”

Remus moves forward, and places a hand on Sirius’ cheek to gently turn his head back to him.

“You on my bed, sitting this close, and touching my face like that is Doing Things to me,” Sirius says, and he kind of wishes Remus had pushed him out of the window.

Remus lets out a breathless laugh. “Good, because what I wanted to say is, I’m happy about your feelings, because I most definitely return them. I’m gone for you too.”

Sirius’ eyes widen. “Really?” He breathes.

Remus smiles softly at him. “Really. I’m not taking any Veritaserum, though, so you’re going to have to take my word for it.”

Emboldened by the notion that he can’t possibly embarrass himself more than he already has, Sirius shifts a little closer understand. “You know,” he says, nervously licking his lips. “They say actions speak louder than words.”

Remus immediately understands. The hand on Sirius’ cheek moves to his neck and the next moment, they’re kissing.

Sirius briefly chases Remus’ lips as the other boy pulls away, and sighs while he blinks open his eyes. Kissing Remus is the best feeling in the world, leaving him dizzy, and rather hot and bothered. And of course, in his current state, he immediately informs Remus about this.

A flush appears on Remus’ cheeks and he chuckles. Sirius hides his face in his hands and groans. “And just like that, I turned the best moment of my life into the most embarrassing moment of my life.”

Remus grabs his wrists to pry his hands away from his face. “No, Pads, it’s okay! More than okay. I love kissing you as well.”

Sirius lowers his hands and looks into Remus’ soft, honey-coloured eyes, that look back at him affectionately. “I love you,” he breathes.

Remus lets go of his wrists and his eyes widen in shock.

Sirius winches. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I wouldn’t normally go from first kiss to full-blown love confession in like zero seconds, but that damned potion! That potion goes by the rule ‘if you feel a strong emotion, immediately speak it out loud’, and loving you is the strongest emotion I’ve ever felt.”

Remus’ eyes widen even more.

“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius says. “I’m only making it worse, aren’t I? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to freak you out like this.”

“No, it’s... I mean, I...” Remus scrapes his throat. “I don’t mind. I admit, it’s all going a bit fast, and I wasn’t expecting a love confession so soon, but I think I’m... happy?” Remus lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry, this is all very new to me.”

“It’s new to me too,” Sirius says softly, and then, just in case he hadn’t freaked Remus out enough, “You’re the first person I’ve ever said those words to.”

Remus nearly topples off the bed.

The universe must be having one hell of a laugh.

“Oh, bollocks!” Sirius says. “I keep saying these wildly inappropriate, way too intense things, for which it’s much too soon! I won’t blame you if you want to get away as fast as possible. As a matter of fact, you probably should stay away from me for now, before I end up telling you I’ve already been envisioning our wedding.” Sirius’ laugh sounds forced, and Remus’ sounds a little too high-pitched, and Sirius can see clear traces of panic in his eyes. Yet, Remus doesn’t move from the bed.

“You know,” Remus says a tad nervous. “Perhaps I could stay, but prevent you from speaking?”

“How are you...?”

Remus smiles shyly. “My idea was to keep your mouth... otherwise occupied?”

Sirius’ eyes widen, and then a bright smile appears on his face. “Remus Lupin, you always have the best ideas!”

Remus wakes up the next morning with Sirius’ body pressed against his back and Sirius’ arms around his waist. “Hmmm,” he hums happily, covering Sirius’ hands with his own. “I love waking up next to you.”

He can feel Sirius smile against his neck. “Me too. Waking up next to you and falling asleep next to you. Even your snoring is music to my ears.”

Remus snorts. “I gather the Veritaserum has worn off, huh?”

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And there we go!! Chapter two is up and ready! Hope you enjoy!!

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars • 16

Pairings: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors Author’s notes: Thanks for the support! xx (also kinda personal but I just got accpected into uni?! Crazy!)

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Chapter 16: Everything Goes According to Plan

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January 30th, 1976

“Where’s my camera?”

“Be careful — Oi! Don’t step on me!”

“Ouch!”

“Shush!”

The squeaking of floorboards creaked throughout the small room as everyone kept on stumbling into each other, all fidgeting from excitement. That morning, they’d all woken up earlier than usual, decorating the room with streamers, leftover Christmas decor and a large banner that hung above the entrance of the doorway that read, Happy Birthday, Petals! (which was Y/N’s idea — she was very proud of the nickname). Even Mary snuck into their dorm, making everyone wear small pointy party hats as they huddled around Lily’s bed, circling her like vultures and raised their hands high. With a quiet count of three from Marlene, their hands lowered, hovering over Lily’s arms and legs, then shook.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They bellowed.

Lily woke with a jolt; her eyes flew open as she let out a scream. Her back slammed against the bed frame while Toulouse swiped at them, specifically at Marlene and hissed.

Lily’s heart hammered against her chest and she felt the small prickles of needles subside all over her body. Her hand clutched her nightgown, attempting to even out her breathing. “You could’ve given me a heart attack!”

“Happy birthday, Lils!” Mary repeated before climbing into her bed, hugging her.

She grunted at the impact as a smile replaced her features. Her eyes hopped from person to person before landing on Y/N who gave a sweet smile which had Lily blushing as she averted her eyes back to Mary.

When the group realized that Lily’s birthday fell on a weekend, it left them giddy and beyond excited for the endless opportunities that lay ahead of them. Not only did it leave the entire group to have a small break from their ruthless studying, but they could thoroughly celebrate the day and have enough time to spare for any last-minute plans for the surprise birthday party that night.

“Get your arse up and get ready to start the day!” Marlene declared, already trying to tug her crimson blanket away.

Lily yawned, rubbing her eyes, “Do we have to? I’m tired…”

“Come on! Life is short! It’s time we make memories,” she cried, “You never know when you’re going to die! Would you rather celebrate your birthday as a ghost or six feet under?! I, for one, will not visit your grave.”

Lily rolled her eyes, getting up with a stretch. Dorcas moved to turn on Marlene’s record player, settling a record by Nancy Sinatra as everyone continued with their usual morning routines. Lily got dressed in her favourite long sleeve lilac dress, pulling on tights to prevent herself from freezing. Mary wore her usual gold eyeshadow and wore a red jumpsuit while Marlene dressed coolly in all black. Although, Dorcas decided to stay in bed, still recovering from her nasty flu.

“You look very pretty today,” Y/N told Lily while detangling her hair from the loose braid she had it in. She took a brush and hair styler, primping her hair to Lily’s usual style and placed a headband in her hair.

“I — I, er — thanks!” She replied somewhat flustered.

“No… problem — there! Finished!” She handed Lily a handheld mirror, letting her go over her appearance. Pleased, she turned around to the group.

“So, first order of business, what did you want to do today?” Dorcas asked before going into a fit of coughs. Marlene rushed up to her side and popped off a cork from a nearby potion for her to drink.

Everyone had been slightly worried. It had been four days now and Dorcas still wasn’t recovering from the flu despite the ad of magic and potions. Thankfully today she seemed to perk up, even just a little, but they worried she was pushing herself.

“How about we just stay here, with you? We can all up a Healer and —”

“No,” Dorcas coughed again, she waved her hands in front of her, “I’ll be fine. Don't worry about me. What do you want to do?”

Lily remained quiet for a moment and Y/N assumed she was going to suggest staying in their dorm with Dorcas again, but her eyes gleamed with unusual mischief. Her eyes hopped from person to person before landing on Y/N. “I want to do a prank and I think you’ll love it.”

Everyone’s brows rose. Lily, the goodie-two-shoes prefect, Evans and pranks?! Those two do not belong in the same sentences.

“Okay…” said Mary, nodding her head despite being confused, “We’re listening.”

Lily sat down on her bed, crossing one leg over the other as she motioned everyone to sit. “Do you think it’s possible if we can dye someone’s hair? Obviously, safely,” she used her prefect voice, “But do you think we can?”

A beat went by — that was strangely out of character. What happened to the Lily they knew?

“Yeah,” Marlene begins, “What colour are you thinking?”

“Orange — bright orange with a bit of green.”

Then, Lily turned over to look at her again, a ghost of a smile appearing that told Y/N that whatever she was planning was going to be worth it — especially if Lily out of all people, was going to pull it off.

“Someone's going to be sorry for calling me Carrots.”

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At breakfast, they arrived later than usual after they all planned out their prank. Marlene, who had been a part of too many pranks with Sirius and James, helped the most, while Y/N and Lily created a hair-changing potion using one of Dorcas’ old cauldrons — but unlike James, they stuck to a potions textbook with a reversal potion. Since it was Lily’s idea, she would be the one to slip the potion into Sirius’ drink. So, she tucked the vital into the sleeve of her dress, hidden from prying eyes.

They all huddled around her as they entered the Great Hall; their hands were pushed forward protectively, guarding Lily as if she were a celebrity being swarmed by adoring fans and they were her bodyguards. They paved her way from students while shouting:

“She’s declining photos at the moment!”

“Birthday girl coming through!”

“She’s a very busy lady! Out of the way!”

Lily kept on protesting for them to stop, hiding her face in her hands. As they reached their table, they sat beside the marauders while Lily made sure to take a seat next to Sirius. But, that wasn’t the end of Lily’s humiliation. Mary stood up, clapping to gain everyone’s attention. Once she realized what was about to happen she quickly got up, but Y/N and Sirius clapped a hand on Lily’s shoulder, shoving her back down on the bench.

They opened their mouths, singing,

“Haaaaapppppy birthday to you!” The six of them hollered before the rest of the hall caught on and started singing. “Haaaaapppppy birthday to you! Haaaaapppppy birthday dear Lily —” “CARROTS!” Shouted Sirius at the top of his lungs.

Lily kept shaking her head, blushing incredibly hard — even the tips of her ears started to turn pink. She covered her ears, attempting to muffle out the singing.

Y/N snapped a few photos of her, shoving them into her pockets.

“Haaaaapppppy birthhhhdaaaay tooooo youuuuuuuu!”

The Gryffindors and any Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs that knew Lily cheered loudly. A few teachers, like Slughorn or McGonagall, made their way over to her, congratulating her along with a few other of her friends from different houses. Well wishes could be heard, along with a few people even handing her cards too.

Even an owl came swooping by when she had her back turned, dropping off a small package addressed from her parents and her sister, Petunia.

Swarmed and distracted, this left the group to huddle together as they leant over the table, forming a small circle of sorts. James was excluded as he sat back and drank a cup of tea flicking through the Daily Prophet.

“Operation: Lily’s birthday party,” said Marlene, “Let’s go over what our positions are for tonight.”

Mary was assigned with Dorcas to decorate the common room while Remus distracted Lily tonight during their rounds. Marlene and Sirius were in charge of drinks and snacks, leaving Peter and Y/N to bake a cake and bring any additional food.

They all quickly pulled apart once the crowd around Lily subsided. She settled back down, nodding and faking a cough. This signalled to the girls as Marlene quickly roped Sirius into a conversation about a New-Maj band he liked; Y/N talked to James about the upcoming Ravenclaw and Slytherin Quidditch match which left Mary to distract both Peter and Remus.

When none of the marauders were looking, Lily popped the corkscrew from the vital and grabbed a bowl of muffins on Sirius’ left. While she lent over, the potion poured directly into Sirius’ cup and she sat back down, smirking to herself. Y/N gave a discreet small high-five to her as they waited.

After a few minutes, parched from his talk with Marlene, Sirius picked up his goblet and tipped back the drink. He took a large gulp, wincing at the taste as he pulled it away from his face, but returned to his conversation like normal.

For several minutes, nothing happened. The girls kept quickly glancing upwards to check out his hair, but nothing: still bleached blond. They sighed, dejected that their plan hadn’t worked and Y/N nudged Lily underneath the table and gave a small smile, trying to cheer her up.

Another ten minutes went by and only then did the root of Sirius’ hair begin to tint into a bright orange colour rather than his dyed hair. This caught the girl's attention, however, the rest of the marauders who were still engaged in their conversations, did not notice as their heads were turned away from him.

His hair rapidly turned into orange as the tips were tinted green. Sirius didn’t seem to notice until James laughed, quickly turning to him to tell him a joke until his eyes widened at his hair.

“Ugh — Padfoot?!”

Sirius looked at him bewildered at his worried tone and expression before catching his reflection in James’ glasses. By now, Peter and Remus looked at him, their eyes widened, leaving the girls to force down their laughter, showing false concern.

“What the fuck?!” Sirius exclaimed, running a hand through it. She’d never seen Sirius this panicked before. More than anything, he looked shocked and even a bit… happy? No — definitely not happy. He continued to chuckle nervously before fretting over his appearance. For once, his laughter did not bother her.

Students began to take notice, pointing over at the Gryffindor table while some even began gossiping with others about the prank. As soon as the bell rang, everyone got up from their seats while the marauders surrounded Sirius, trying to help him out. The girls, on the other hand, got up and ran out of the Great Hall, practically howling.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I just did that! I did that! We did that!” Lily exclaimed in disbelief before taking a seat down at their usual hangout near the library. “Did you see his reaction?! Jeez! I see why they pull so many pranks now!”

Y/N was about to burst into tears. That was by far the funniest shit she’d ever seen before. Marlene was in a similar boat as she clutched her side. Her stomach hurt from how hard she laughed.

“Lily! You little minx!” Mary cried as flopped beside Lily, her head dropping into her lap.

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Their day was jammed packed. They went skating on the black lake, hit up the library, walked around school grounds which ended up in a huge snowball fight. After a bit, they decided to take a moment to separate themselves to give each other a bit of space while Lily went to find Snape.

This left the rest of the group two hours tops to themselves.

Y/N walked over to Honeydukes, buying a bunch of Jelly Slugs and a couple of other things before dashing back to the castle; she needed to wrap all of her presents and she promised to help Dorcas wrap hers too.

Before she entered Hogwarts again, Y/N took a moment to herself and enjoyed the small moment of peace around her. The soft crunching of snow, the cold breeze and the stillness — how quiet it was — there was hardly a moment since the break that Y/N had felt the comfortable peace Hogwarts had to offer.

Stepping inside the corridors, the atmosphere suddenly changed with the torches ablaze and a constant bubbling ambience that never seemed to settle.

In the distance, to her right, she could hear distant shouting and a rush of footsteps nearing. Out of nowhere, James seemed to come barreling towards her.

“Whiskers!” He yelled, sending her a fast wink as he continued to run down the corridor, making a sharp turn. Then, Marlee popped out, dashing after James.

“Marls?! What’s happening?”

“Running from Filch — get him off my trail!”

“What did you do?!”

“Told me to cover up, so I hexed him — Potter called him a rent boy!”

“Are you going to miss the party?” She yelled as Marlene’s body kept getting smaller and smaller as she ran. Y/N began to panic, without Marlene, surely things would take a lot longer than planned.

“Like hell I am! I won’t be late!”

Marlene disappeared, shortly being replaced by Filch who ran in a strange mixture of running and hopping.

“Where did they go?” He breathed, bending down and clutching his knees. “I heard them over here, where are they?”

And so Y/N decided to have some fun. “Who?”

“You know!”

“Um — you mean the one with blond hair?” “And the boy with black hair!”

“Oh! Yes, I know who… What’re their names again? Severus Snape and —” she paused, trying to think of another blond person, “Ugh — Sirius Black?”

Well, he used to be blond.

“No! The Potter boy and McKinnon! Where are they?!”

“Hmm… Oh! Oh! I think they went,” she pointed outside to the thick, cold snowy path, “That way!”

Filch didn’t even question her and ran off. Laughing, Y/N ran away from Filch; the last thing she wanted to do was face his wrath once he knew she lied.

Opening the door to her dorm, Dorcas was asleep. She walked up to grab a nearby folded blanket and placed it over her body to keep her warm before starting working.

She cleared off a table, unfolding her wrapping paper and wrapped the sides before creasing them, taping everything down with a pretty bow.

❉───────•~❉•᯽•❉~•───────❉

Nobody had seen Marlene or James for the past couple of hours — they’d even skipped dinner which caused everyone to go into a state of panic. Without Marlene, Sirius would be in a lot of trouble completing his task alone.

The common room was filled with fighting in hushed whispers as Lily and Remus were set to leave for their rounds in a couple of minutes.

“I’m going to kill her,” Mary fumed, “The one day they’re not supposed to go mucking around, they pull this!”

“How about we find them —” “And lose the little time we have now?”

Sirius, in particular, was on edge, aggravated, as he turned towards Y/N, “Why didn’t you think of saying anything sooner?”

“Because I didn’t think Marlene and James would be stupid enough to get caught! Not today!”

He closed his mouth, his lips pressed into a tight line. Even he hadn’t expected them to be that stupid either — not today.

“Everyone, shut up. All of you! Why don’t we take a moment to breathe?” Remus said calmly, effectively shutting the entire group up. In moments like these, Y/N understood why he was a prefect. He breathed in and looked to Sirius, “You can do this by yourself, can you?”

“Course not, Moony. Have a little faith in me!” Sirius gave a tenacious laugh, although forced.

Remus’ eyes then flicker to Y/N and Peter, “This shouldn’t affect you, will it?”

They shook their heads.

“Okay then, we’ll continue as planned. I’ll buy you as much time as —” He quickly cut himself off as everyone’s ears perked up. They all heard it, Lily’s footsteps. With that, Y/N, Sirius and Peter weaved their way out of the common room, walking quickly to avoid Lily and Remus from catching up to them. Unfortunately, Sirius took the invisibility cloak before she or Peter had the time to ask for it.

They sneakily made their way down a flight of moving stairs, passing several empty corridors and made their way down to the kitchens.

Once they began working on Lily’s cake, Y/N instantly knew why Peter was assigned to the kitchens.

He instructed her most of the time, telling her which ingredients or utensils to find. Currently, she grabbed a metal ladle and watched as Peter churn the ingredients, watching as they blend into a seamless, smooth mixture. She sat back most of the time, baking and cooking was never something she was great at.

Y/N rifled through the cabinets, searching for a cake tin. “Ah-hah! Found some!”

They were heart-shaped, rather than the usual circular ones. She placed them onto the counter before turning her attention to grease the pans and focus on making a couple of sandwiches.

“So,” she started, trying to make small talk, “Where’d you learn to bake so well?”

Peter went pink as he wordlessly flicked his wand; the cake tin and floated it into one of the pre-heated ovens and turned to make the frosting. “Erm — it was James’ mum, Euphemia, who taught me. She’s a great baker — honestly she’s good at everything.

“James and I grew up close to each other; we’re childhood friends. He never did fancy baking — liked cooking more and I felt bad he never wanted to help out Euphemia. So one day I offered to help and now whenever I’m at their house, I help around — like a tradition — and I do it in my spare time now. Helps clear my head.”

Just then, two house-elves popped in, each holding a cup of tea for each student. Y/N gave her thanks while Peter turned to talk to them, making them laugh and asking questions that seemingly were a follow-up from a previous conversation. A light dust of flour scattered the side of his cheek while he smiled with them. The more he spoke with the elves, the more Y/N grew fascinated.

Out of all the marauders, even beating out Sirius and James who were amongst the most popular students at Hogwarts, Peter was the most liked out of all of them, especially amongst her friend group.

He wasn’t James who at times was a bit too much and talked an awful lot. He wasn’t Sirius who was dramatic, nor was he Remus who was quiet and intimidating. Peter was just Peter — who was a bit skittish, insanely good at Wizard’s chess, bold enough to sneak into the Slytherin's common room all by himself and loved to bake, clearly was in the kitchens often enough to have full-blown conversations with the elves when most people would so much as spit on before walking away.

It spoke volumes of his character, especially since he was from a Pureblood family; bound to grow up entitled and look down to his inferiors.

She noticed Peter had quite a lot of friends, mostly women, always seeming willing to help someone in dire need whether it be listening, giving advice or comforting another person. It only made her recollect the time Peter had engaged in small conversations with her, seeking to make her feel more included. Like that one time he’d mentioned the Holy Harpies. Small, ostensibly insignificant, but contemplating it now; he'd been trying to make her comfortable — settled — welcoming her with open arms into his group; into the marauders and the girls.

Within moments, there was a newfound appreciation towards the boy.

The sandwiches they made, along with pork pies stolen, were stuffed into a bag, ready to be transported. Y/N boredly spun her wand between the length of her finger while Peter whirled around in his seat until the ring of the timer went off. The elves were already gone, zipped away into thin air as they grew tired with sleep.

Placing a cooling spell onto the cake to avoid the icing from melting off, Peter began layering on a thin layer of icing.

“What’s Lily’s favourite colour? Is it still purple?” He asked. Y/N gave a curt nod.

“Never been a fan of purple. One time I walked into my Grandmum’s room, she only wore purple knickers for my Grandad. Makes me shiver all the time — honestly, the woman traumatized me. S’pose it might be my Boggart.”

Peter also had a sense of humour.

While diligently working, she marvelled at his creation. A two-layer heart-shaped cake, decorated all in light purple icing covered the surface before Peter piped small designs and swirls onto it.

“Wow. I feel like I can barely hold my wand at times yet you —”

“My, my — what do we have here? Students out of bed?” A voice came from behind them. “Tut, tut, tut.”

The two craned their heads backwards where Peeves smiled and let out a squeal of delight.

“Peeves,” Peter began politely. He slowly set down his piping bag and put his hands up in a submissive, yet defensive manner, as if he’d encountered a feral animal. “Please — please, we’re doing something for a dear friend. Don’t get us thrown out.”

“What would happen if I told Filch about you,” the ghost responded in a saintly voice, but his eyes glimmered wickedly. He brought a finger to the side of his face, tapping his index finger to his cheek, thinking.

“What to do, what to do…”

“Psst, Pete, what’s happening?”

Nobody answered her. With Sirius gone with the cloak, it left her and Peter completely out in the open wishlist a ghost threatening them — not to mention the lie she told Filch earlier, there was no way she nor Peter were going to get out of this unscathed.

“Please,” he pleaded.

She looked at him, wide-eyed and started panicking. She repeated louder, “What’s happening? What do we do?”

Peeves then grinned largely and started doing large loops into the air. His cackling rang through the empty corridors, becoming progressively louder.

“Shit. Run.”

“STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE HALLWAY! I REPEAT, THERE ARE STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE HALLWAY BY THE KITCHENS!”

Peter grabbed the cake while Y/N swiped the bag filled with the rest of the food, piping bags and a small jar of edible decor. They ducked under Peeves, dashing out of the kitchens leaving a huge mess for the unfortunate elves to clean up the next morning.

Peeves floated behind them slowly as he watched them run. Peter ran slower, trying to make sure he didn’t face plant into the cake while Y/N urged him to run faster.

“He usually helps us,” Peter grits out, “But he’s a two-faced git! Never trust him unless you’re doing a prank! Never!”

Just then, Peter lost his footing and tripped over his feet, letting out a half-shriek, mixing in with Peeves’ evil laughter. They sucked in a sharp breath, watching as the cake flew through the air but Y/N, quick on her feet, grabbed her wand, casting a quick non-verbal charm and watched as the cake and plate froze mid-air before the plate clanked down first, the cake following and settling ontop. She ran up to it, cradling and wrapping a protective arm around it to prevent the cake from dropping again. She called out for Peter to get up before he took the cake again, this time with a shout from Y/N to not drop it, before leading her into a secret passway down the corridor.

Peeves could be heard laughing maniacally down the hall before they both could hear Filch’s footsteps running towards his shouts.

Peter maneuvered through the passage while Filch’s voice became more and more distant as they continued to hurriedly walk. Lily and Remus’ shift was going to end soon and it would be a lost cause if they didn’t make it up to the common room.

They both turned sharply, about to exit before Y/N crashed into a shadowy figure, tripping but being caught swiftly by the figure. They cradled her head to keep her from falling, but the sudden scare caused both students to open their mouths to scream, loudly.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Sirius’ familiar voice runs out, waving a hand to shush Peter while the other was still on her back. Y/N felt herself relax and erratic heartbeat to calm. She’d never been so happy to see Sirius before. Until she realized that they were still touching and they both ripped away.

Her heart spiked, and she felt oddly light headed. Soon enough, her eyes then immediately went to his hair and held back from chuckling — perhaps right now was not the time.

“I came once I heard people shouting and I figured it was you two. You okay?” His eyes darted to her at the last part.

Perhaps her eyes tricked her, that she was too tired or bumping into Sirius too hard, but it felt like he’d been making sure if she was alright. Since when did Sirius care? Although, Peter didn’t seem to notice or he’d ignored the interaction entirely.

“F-fine,” he wheezed out, “Peeves… Peeves caught us while we were decorating the cake. We’re not done yet.”

“What time is it?” She asked.

Sirius placed his wand in his mouth while pulling out a silver pocket watch from his trousers. “Ten to ten.”

“We have time then.”

Peter placed the cake down gently on a nearby ledge in the passage, causing Sirius to cast Lumos. Sirius kept a watch out, his head moving from side to side every so often as he listened for anyone or anything walking past them.

Pulling out the icing bags and sprinkles, Peter began to finish his work. He continued to create flowers as Y/N wrote on the cake (although with help from her wand), ‘Happy 16th Birthday, Lily!’ and then placed a couple of candles around.

As Peter continued to add his small touches, Y/N’s eyes drifted around, not landing on anything in particular but zoned in on the shining of Sirius’ rings. Her eyes slowly drifted upwards, studying him. The remainder of the full moon that recently passed spilled a muted milky light onto the stone floor and touched Sirius’ face. He wasn’t wearing his normal school robes but dressed in Muggle clothing. Black jeans, a nice sweater, notable messy hair and his body language was relaxed. This Sirius was tolerable, likeable even. She liked this Sirius — but perhaps it was because he finally wasn’t talking. This Sirius gave her an insight into what he was like aside from his annoying, bitchy self. Loose, wild, messy in an elegant way, confident — in his prime — looking for a thrill, sneaking around; mischief.

Suddenly, Sirius’ wand went out as he ducked down, huddling beside her and Peter.

“What —”

They met each other’s eyes, locking, as he brought a finger up to his lips which made her flicker down to look at them, quickly.

Their eye contact was brief, so brief, nonetheless, it contained a flurry of emotions too complicated for Y/N to process.

But being up close for those brief seconds, she was able to examine him — truly, for the first time. Her eyes traced over the singular scar on his face, hidden by his hair that made her wonder where he’d gotten it from. Soon the questions enclosed her mind like an overflowing river.

His small, unexpected gesture had been one of many which had been nicer and oddly thoughtful recently.

Sirius’ brain was written in cryptic code — so advanced and intertwined — too complicated for her to understand. She wanted to understand his actions.

Even if she didn’t like to admit it, Sirius had a depth that greatly attracted her. She had so many unanswered questions.

And since her brain ran a mile a minute, her emotions weren’t filled with that annoyance of ranger — no, for once she didn’t feel any kind of resentment towards him.

Maybe it was because they both had one goal in mind: Lily’s party and that working against each other during something as high stakes like this would fail a good friend of theirs. Or maybe it was that instead of her or him starting something — or maybe — maybe it was because the boy was so close to her, closer than they ever had been before. Or maybe it was the adrenaline that set every fibre of her being on fire — making her feel like honey-dipped in tea — or the odd thunderous throbbing of her heat spiking suddenly; Y/N grew warm all over.

It didn’t help that Sirius didn’t look angry either, but rather a sudden cognizance filled his gaze, looking both shocked and calm.

But quickly, she just chalked up her flurry of emotions to adrenaline or wanting to hex him — either worked.

For Sirius, he felt utter disdain as his gaze fixated on her. He was tempted to flicker down to her lips but her eyes, bright and filled with glittery stars, were enchanting. It scorned him — made his heart beat in an iambic pentameter, creating its own sonnet that would make even the most accomplished poets jealous.

He wanted to refuse her presence. Wanted to focus on anything but her.

But Sirius was a weak man. He failed. He always did.

Their eyes ripped away and they heard the familiar sound of footsteps and voices neared them as they spotted the familiar red hair and tall figure.

Their voices were slightly muffled.

“— times have changed! You aren’t a second year anymore.” Lily chimed while they walked.

Remus shook his head, instead of flicking his wand as a dozen torches lit up in mere seconds. “Whatever you say, Red.”

She swatted at his shoulder while Remus ruffled her hair, his smiling becoming genuine.

“Seriously, I support it.

“Merlin, Evans — it’s not going to happen. Look at me!”

“Not with that attitude and you look more than fine!”

Peter shifted his eight onto his other foot which made an audible scuffle. However, it was so quiet that neither she nor Sirius caught on but Remus, whose head swirled in their direction, did. He took a deep inhale, a look in his eyes, confusion melting into realization — there and gone — as if he knew they were there despite being hidden by the shadows of the night. He turned his head once more and started walking faster while Lily skipped down, trying to catch up to him.

Remus Lupin was an odd one alright.

Nobody moved until they were positive they were gone.

The entire night had been a shitshow.

“Okay,” Sirius exhaled, he felt his entire body tense up, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Do you think the cake is okay?” Y/N asked Peter as Sirius tossed the invisibility cloak over their bodies, hiding them from onlookers.

“Bloody well hope so,” he grunted, “We didn’t get caught almost three times, freeze our arse, almost get a month's detention, and probably destroyed the kitchen for it not to be great.”

Without another word, they made their way back to the common room where everyone made a fuss about how late they were. Quickly, Peter placed any last-minute designs, Mary handed everyone small party horns, Dorcas put up last-minute balloons while Y/N and Sirius helped each other layout all the snacks and drinks — this time, civilly.

“God… How’d you even get this much? Me and Peter were in the kitchens and we couldn’t even get half of what you got.”

At this, Sirius smirked before collapsing into the plush velvet couch behind him, an exhausted sigh as he sank further in. But as soon as the smirk was there, it was gone as everyone heard the clicking of the portrait open.

“Hide — HIDE!”

All the lights were blown out as they all hid behind the couches — they heard quiet footsteps — someone shuffling towards the middle — footsteps getting louder — louder — and —

Sirius lit the entire room as they all sprung up and Y/N quickly held her camera to her face and snapped a photo as everyone shouted,

“SUPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHD —” “Godric fucking Gryffindor!”

“... I’m going to KILL YOU MCKINNON! POTTER!”

Everyone groaned in disappointment at James and Marlene’s arrival before they heard the faint sounds of footsteps outside of the portrait again. Mary yanked Marlene down, shoving her behind the couch along with forcing a party hat on her head and confetti in her hands. Sirius grabbed James by his red sweater and rushed him up the stairs before getting back into place.

“Told you,” Marlene whispered into her ear, “Wasn’t going to be late.”

The real Lily could be heard as she spoke excitedly with Remus. The portrait swung open — everyone waited before she stepped inside — they put most of their weight onto their toes, waiting to jump — Sirius’ wand was about to light up the room — Y/N held her camera — Dorcas and Marlene were going to throw up the confetti —

“Why is it so dark —”

“SUPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!”

Light rushed back into the room and Lily’s face lit up brighter than the sun. Mountains of sweets were piled into bowls while a small table was lined with drinks. Sirius outdid himself, seemingly raiding Honeydukes; there was taffy, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frogs, sherbet lemon, caldron cakes — plus the food Y/N and Peter had hauled from the kitchen; sandwiches, fruit, crisp (she made the mistake of saying chips in front of James and Marlene only to then be hassled by them for it) and pork pies.

ABBA played in the background, much to Remus’ demise as her purple cake sat in the middle on a table, all the candles lit. They all ushered Lily to blow out the candles while they all held wrapped gifts, cards and small gift bags.

“You didn’t need to do this!” Lily said, although there was a thankful look in her eyes, “This is too much! Thank you!”

“Anything for you, Evans!”

“You’re lucky we didn’t bring fireworks!” Marlene and Sirius grinned.

“You would have all gotten detention —” “Stop being a goody goody, not today, Lils!” Sirius slung his arm around the redhead.

Gifts went around; Lily had gotten so many cards from other teachers and students, handmade jewellery from Dorcas, Remus knit her a sweater with hearts, Mary and Marlene gave a joint gift, Peter bought her a small yet overly fancy tea set Lily had mentioned offhandedly before, Sirius gave her a first edition books she loved while Y/N gave her the gifts she bought from that old book store. Alice had even dropped by and given her a small package before heading back up for the night.

They all smiled widely at her and were thrilled to see her so happy. Y/N lifted her camera and took an abundance of photos throughout the entire night, before shoving them into the back pocket of her pants.

By the time everyone reluctantly returned to their dormitories, it was three o’clock in the morning and everyone was beyond tired, deciding it was time for bed.

“Night,” Dorcas called out. Marlene yawned loudly before falling into her bed, muttering out another round of happy birthdays to Lily. They were out the fastest — soft snores filling the room.

White specks seemed to blur through her vision as Y/N rubbed her tired eyes. She was about to call over to Lily, say goodnight, roll over and sleep before the creaking of her bed altered her to Lily padding her way to the bed. Y/N looked up at her, confused before scouting over for Lily to slip in, under her blankets.

“Are you okay, Petals?”

“Beyond perfect,” she replied with a wistful voice, “I’m so thankful. Thank you.”

Y/N chuckled, although she was a tad perplexed, “Y’know, it wasn’t just me who helped.”

“I know, but still. This birthday feels different from all the other ones I’ve had and I can’t help but think it’s also because of you.”

Lily Evans never ceased to amaze her. “Well, I hope you mean that in a good way,” she teased.

“Obviously!”

Silence fell around them before Toulouse hopped onto Y/N’s bed and settled himself between the two friends.

Y/N’s eyes wondered to the banner: petals... “What’s your favourite flower? Surely it’s not lilies, are they?”

Lily gave a small huff of amusement and shook her head, “No. Peonies or irises. What about yours?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll just say lilies for now.” She said absentmindedly before her eyes shot open. “Shit! I forgot —” Y/N reached over Lily and opened her drawer with the pouch of Jelly slugs before placing them into Lily’s hands. “Forgot to give you these.”

There was a soft look in Lily’s eyes and something Y/N couldn’t quite place. Her friend was acting quite strange.

“It feels like I’ve known you forever,” Lily says softly, her face flushed a rosy colour.

She stayed silent for a while, at a complete loss for words. Even a slight look of confusion crossed Lily’s face.

“Yeah, you too.”

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Princess Part 11

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 10

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

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Regulus sat watching Emma’s feeble attempt at seducing him with an amused smile on his face. This had to be one of the most laughable moments that he had in some time. When Emma batted her eyes at him for the fiftieth time, Regulus knew that he had to put a stop to the charade before he started laughing and missed a chance at being an ass.

“Do you have something in your eye?”

Emma’s smile fell as an annoyed expression went over her face. She expected Regulus to take the bait. Why wouldn’t he? Emma was, after all, a pureblood girl from a good family. She hadn’t betrayed him. Why wouldn't he be interested in her? Maybe she should have just taken her top off as she had originally planned or kissed Regulus? Guys seemed to have a hard time saying no to her when her clothes were off or her lips were on theirs. Regulus would probably be no different.

“Are you serious, Regulus?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow with a smirk. He had the perfect response to annoy the slut a little further.

“No, that’s my brother. I figured that you would know who you are trying to very poorly seduce. Just a heads up...Remus Lupin will probably have something to say about you trying to steal his boyfriend.”

It took all that Regulus had to keep his calm cool composure when Emma’s mouth dropped.

“I do not want Sirius! I want you!”

Regulus picked his book back up and went back to the place that he had stopped reading.

“Well, go make me a sandwich or something.”

Emma stomped her foot before crossing the room and taking the book away from Regulus. He gave her an annoyed scowl before crossing his arms over his chest.

“I want you to pay attention to me.”

“People in hell want ice water.”

Regulus calmly replied as Emma became angrier.

“I don’t get it! Why would you not want me? I’m beautiful….perfect….”

Regulus held a hand up.

“I’m going to stop you right there. First off, you aren’t perfect. You’re a selfish snooty bitch who was never told no enough. Second, Evan isn’t even cold in his grave and you are throwing yourself at me knowing that I am engaged to your best friend. I think that you need to go look up the definition of a best friend. You should also know that I am very hard to please and nothing about you does anything for me. Now, the door is over there. Go see yourself out.”

Emma furiously picked her coat up before storming to the door. Regulus didn’t bother looking at her as he gave her a sassy little wave.

“You’ll regret this!”

Emma snapped before slamming the door behind her. Regulus chuckled. Was he supposed to be afraid of her or something? Not a chance...

“Foolish girl. You know nothing of my power.”

(meanwhile)

You sat at your desk looking over some files that Mr. Crouch asked you to catalog. The door opening and closing didn’t pull you away from your work. You were used to people always coming and going so someone coming in was nothing new. It wasn’t until you heard Emma’s voice did you look up.

“Hello, Y/n.”

“Hello, Emma.”

You replied as she sat down in a chair across from your desk. It had been months since you had spoken a word to your “best friend.” You had begun to question just what Emma actually was to you. Out of all of your friends, it was only Melissa that seemed to not fall off the planet when the relationship with Regulus failed. Melissa didn’t care less what was going on with Regulus. She took the time to explain...

“I care about you. I want to see you happy. Clearly, you aren’t happy without him but by the words that he said to you...he may not be good for you. If you decide to patch things up, however, I will still be here for you.”

Emma never took two seconds to ask if you were okay or to check-in. You weren’t even invited to her wedding to your own damned cousin. Emma’s intentions were very clear. She was only your friend to make herself look better.

“So, the rumors are true. You are working for Barty’s father. Aren’t you embarrassed to work for a man that would lock up his own son?”

Leaning back in your chair, you fought back the urge to tell her to go fuck herself.

“The evidence against him was too damning. Just like if your husband was alive there would be enough to lock him up to.”

Emma’s smile turned even icier.

“I guess the same could be said about your fiance. I heard that Regulus charmed you again. It seems that he doesn't really care about his reputation anymore. Dating a blood traitor doesn’t seem like a very wise thing to do. What’s going on with the Black family?”

You swallowed back the burning rage that was beginning to build.

“If you’ve come to insult me it isn’t working. It's funny how you used to love to be in my presence now you are acting like you are better than me. I hate to break it to you, Emma, there is nothing better about you. Lucky for me, I got to see a lot better views on the world than what was shoved down your throat. It's probably best that you leave.”

Emma stood up.

“Regulus will tire of you eventually. He wants the spoiled princess that he fell in love with. This whole Y/n the social justice warrior...it won’t do you any good. He’ll want a girl like me and I think you know that. He and I would make a good couple.”

The taunt shook you to your core. It was the worry that you had in the back of your mind. What if Regulus decided to go back to the old ways? What if he decided that your new-found personal growth was going in the opposite direction of what he was going in? Would you be able to stand back and watch him leave you for someone like Emma?

“In your dreams. Hell would freeze over before Regulus became interested in you.”

You replied as Emma smiled coyly.

“You aren’t good enough for him anymore and I think deep down you know it too.”

Emma didn’t wait for you to reply before walking out without another word.

Emma’s words plagued your thoughts for the rest of the afternoon. Did she really think that you weren't good enough for Regulus? If so, the better question was why did you care? Maybe it was the fact that you had grown up thinking Emma was your best friend? Best friends didn’t do each other that way.

It seemed like all of your best friends were falling apart. Evan was dead. Barty Crouch Jr was in prison. Severus Snape had gone to teach at Hogwarts and wouldn't answer any owls from his friends. Literally, the only people that you spoke to was Regulus and Melissa (when she was in town).

It all isn’t bad. Your friends now are much nicer.

That particular thought made you smile. A truer statement couldn’t have been said. Maybe there was some good that came out of the brief break up with Regulus. You had grown closer to Sirius which led to your now close friendship with Remus, James, and Lily.

You had considered calling Lily several times that afternoon and talking to her about what happened. She would probably have some excellent motherly advice to offer or she would sympathize with you. Lily always knew what to say when you needed help the most. Maybe this is what having “healthy” friends felt like.

Regulus looked up when you stepped into that afternoon. It didn’t take him knowing everything about you to know that something was bugging you.

“What’s wrong, love?”

You sat your bag down with a sigh.

“Enma is a bitch. I can't believe that I ever liked her.”

Regulus frowned a bit as he stood up to follow you into the kitchen.

“So was it tequila day down at Crouch's office?”

You poured a glass of water before turning to face your fiance. Did you tell him how you were feeling? It would go one of two ways. Regulus would get annoyed with you for even thinking that he would want someone like Emma or he would brush it off with a sarcastic comment.

“Emma came to see me today. It was the first time that I have spoken to her in 2 months. She took the time out of her busy schedule of eating bonbons and living off of my cousin’s money to come to tell me what a blood traitor that I am. She also seems to fancy you.”

Regulus rolled his eyes and limped over to you.

“I would rather die a virgin...if I was one. You have my v-card so it isn’t like she would be getting anything.”

“Very funny.”

You replied with a huff.

“I better go ahead and tell you so this doesn’t come back and bite me in the ass later. She came by here earlier. I assumed it was to get the stuff of Evan’s that I had. She tried, very poorly might I add, to seduce me.”

“What?”

You interrupted. Regulus quickly reached out and pulled you to him. His mouth was on yours silencing any chances of you throwing a fit. Putting a hand on the side of your face, Regulus didn’t move away from you. He wanted to preserve whatever kind of closeness that he could get.

“Nothing happened. I made a bunch of sassy snarky comments until she left. She made me want to vomit...my stomach still hurts.”

“What did she do?”

“Y/n...it doesn’t…”

You cut him off.

“Yes, it does! You’re my fiance, not hers.”

You pulled away and walked to the other side of the room. Picking up a dish, you started furiously washing the delicate china until the plate broke in half.

“Damn it.”

You as Regulus came over to join you. He took the two broken pieces of the plate and laid them on the counter. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and snuggled his face into the back of your neck.

“You should stop trying to clean things so we don’t run out of china. You’re right. I am your fiance...all yours. Princess, I don’t be mad. Why would I want Evan’s sloppy seconds? That’s gross.”

“That’s fair.”

You replied.

“I mean it, Y/n. I want nothing to do with her. I think it's best that we distance ourselves from our old friends. We have other things to worry about now and soon Voldemort is going to figure out what I did with the locket. Maybe lying low won’t be such a bad idea.”

You lay your head back against Regulus’ shoulder.

“What do you suggest we do?”

You asked. If the two of you were going to “lay low” you knew this meant taking an extended leave from work. Mr. Crouch would probably understand once you let him know fully what was going on. He was already aware that you were back with Regulus.

“As much as I don’t want to do this, maybe staying with Sirius for some time wouldn't be a horrible idea. It will be difficult. I’ve lived with my brother before and...god he’s annoying but he wants to help.”

“Sirius isn’t that bad anymore. He’s actually kind of funny.”

You replied, hoping to ease the tension that you felt in Regulus’ body. Regulus would never admit it to you but he really didn’t mind the idea of being near his brother. Sirius had saved him after all. If Sirius didn’t care, he never would have made sure that Regulus was put back together.

“Yeah, I suppose that he is. I’ll talk to Sirius about everything later. What about us?”

You turned in Regulus’ arms with a confused expression.

“What about us?”

Regulus gently lifted you onto the counter.

“I don’t want you mad at me.”

You reached out and pulled Regulus to you by his shirt. Running your fingers through his hair, you pulled him into a soft kiss.

“I’m not mad at you. I only wish that I could have seen you sass her.”

Regulus smiled against your mouth.

“I told her to shut up and make me a sandwich.”

You were both laughing over that one. That little comment probably got under Emma’s skin more than anything.

“I’m sure she loved that.”

Regulus nodded.

“She was thrilled. I’m sure she doesn’t want me now. She probably thinks that I just order you around like a servant. What can I do to make your day better, love?”

You immediately smiled.

“I want to be fucked now...if you’re up to it.”

Regulus bit his bottom lips before smiling up at you.

“I was asking for it this morning.”

Sliding off of the counter, you wrapped your hand around Regulus’ and tugged him into the bedroom. Regulus didn’t bother to kick the door closed behind him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Enjoying the closeness was as nice as having him inside of you. In your time apart, you had grown to treasure the small things in your relationship. It wasn’t all about sex anymore. It was about the simple things before sex...the way that Regulus held you, your face pressed in his neck, hearing the sound of his heart beating as your skin finally touched again.

“I can’t believe that it's been two months since I’ve touched you.”

Regulus commented as he tugged your dress over your head.

“Never again.”

He added. You only nodded. There was a lot more that you could say but you had a feeling that Regulus knew it. You could see it in his eyes.

“This means everything...you and I…”

You finally commented before beginning to unbutton his shirt. Regulus reached up to cup your face in his hands. He didn’t want you to look away from him.

“It does...you’re mine.”

The next kiss was soft and sultry for a moment before turning hungry and desperate.

“Love me like you do.”

You whispered against his lips. Regulus reached out and gently pushed you onto the bed.

“As you wish.”

You quickly wiggled your way out of the remaining bits of clothing that was still on your body. Laying back in the soft sheets, you watched with a pleased smile as Regulus undressed. The scars and bruises from that night in the cave were slowly disappearing from his body leaving Regulus’ body as you had known it.

Regulus moved to get on top of you but stopped when you sat up.

“No, lay down.”

You instructed. Regulus didn’t argue as you carefully placed a leg on either side of his body. You took extra care to not put too much weight on him. Even though Regulus said he was fine, you still wondered if he was just trying to act tough so you wouldn’t fuss over him?

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Hurry...I don’t want to wait. Two months has been long enough. I want to claim what is mine.”

Regulus sat up enough to yank your body down onto his. His mouth was back on yours before reaching between your bodies to slowly push in. Your head fell back with each inch that was pushed inside of you.

“Reggie.”

You sighed his name as his mouth latched onto your neck. He could mark you up for all that you cared.

“I could listen to you say my name for hours.”

Regulus groaned, trying to keep his mind on the slow steady pace that he was trying to keep. He wanted nothing more than to pin you down to the mattress and make rough love but today didn’t seem the time. You needed the soft romantic side of lovemaking (even if the slowness drove him crazy at points.) You were worth every moment of this. Besides, Regulus knew that he could win you back over to the rougher side of things as soon as his own body would permit it.

You closed your eyes, trying to hold onto whatever grip on reality that you had. When you could get the strength to open your eyes, you were relieved to see Regulus’ eyes were closed and an expression of sheer ecstasy was on his face. It was taking all that Regulus had to hold on. The way you gently ground your hips to match his slow, deep, penetrating thrusts was enough to make someone who hadn't been touched in two months want to fall apart.

“Close, Reggie.”

You managed to choke out as he nodded eagerly.

“Me too.”

The cascade of an orgasm was enough to make you want to sob in his arms.

“That’s it. Princess...that’s it.”

Regulus muttered like a prayer as he focused his thrusts at pushing you through each wave of what had to be one of the best orgasms of your life.

“Come, beautiful boy.”

You cooed, focusing your attention on pushing him over the edge. Pressing your lips back down to his, you poured whatever passion that you could give into the kiss. Regulus shuddered against your still convulsing body before finishing inside of you.

Neither of you could move for a few quiet moments. You were still gently kissing Regulus hoping to tease whatever you could out of him.

“I think we still have it.”

Regulus commented when you finally pulled away to snuggled back against his face. You didn’t argue when he pulled you back down against him.

“Like we ever lost it…”

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 40

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Remus stood at the top of the hill, watching you. At long last, he had done what he’d always wanted to do, but never let himself – come after you.

As per usual, Remus was having the time of his life overthinking everything. What if this was overkill? What if it wasn’t my place to come after her like this? What did I mean by coming here, anyways? I mean, I know what I meant by coming after her. But what if she doesn’t wish for me to come after her like this?

Shut up, you, a rather wolfish voice snarled at Remus’ overthinking brain. Only she can tell you what she wants from you. Go to her. Go to her now.

Gathering his resolve, Remus finally made to step forward, to come down the hill towards you. It all would have made for a very romantic and heroic moment – except Remus had made the same mistake that you had of standing in one spot for too long. He tripped in the soft snow and lurched forward dramatically. Parchment sprayed into the air as Remus lost all sense of control over his own body and ended up tumbling magnificently down the snowy hill, in exactly the same path as you.

“Remus!” you cried out, suddenly breaking out of your nervous thoughts. For in that moment, seeing Remus rolling pathetically down the hill, you became quite certain that this was real life and that that was truly Remus. As Remus let out a loud “Oof!”, you recognized, yes, right, definitely not a hallucination rolling down the snow like that!

You ran up the snowy hill, but you couldn’t make it very far. Thankfully, since Remus followed the same line down the hill that you had, he rolled right to you. You caught him at the bottom of the hill. You hurriedly turned him over (you’d smushed him face-down into the snow a bit as you’d caught him) to check if he was all right. “Merlin, Remus! Are you okay?”

Remus blinked up at you. You saw his eyes wander up to the sky and he blinked even harder, shutting his eyes tightly before opening them. His mouth dropped open as he stared hazily up.

You urgently grabbed the front of his shirt. “Remus! Answer me – are you all right?”

“Er – to tell you the truth, I’m not quite sure,” Remus replied. “I’m – I’m somehow seeing four skies.”

“Oh.” You breathed out. “You’re fine.”

“I am?”

“Yes. Now sit up.” You helped Remus up. You brushed the snow from his face. You tucked his stray curl back up to join the rest of his hair (though it flopped right back out anyways). “Remus,” you said, still in disbelief, “what in the world are you doing here?”

Remus’ eyes flickered up to yours. He answered, in a steady, decided voice, “I came after you.”

“How did you know where to find me?” you asked. “I mean, how did you find this place?”

“You,” Remus replied.

“Huh?”

“Back at Hogwarts, you told me stories about an ancient forest and how it was renamed in modern times as a Japanese forest.”

“I told you about that?”

Remus nodded. “I remember because you were very excited the day you made the connection. You made me look at all of your maps and you nearly swallowed your quill whole.”

You stared at Remus, awed by how much he recalled.

Just then, Remus clarified, “Unfortunately, that was about all I could remember. I had to go to the library to do some research. See…” He began to rummage about in his pockets. Only, they were all empty.

You nodded at the stray pieces of parchment rolling merrily along the hills, going in every which way. “Was that your research?”

“Oh,” was all Remus said.

You laughed softly. “If it makes you feel any better, I tripped down exactly the same way you did.”

“I gathered that,” Remus replied. His eyes lingered on your face as he murmured, “You have snowflakes on your cheeks…” He reached out and hesitantly brushed the snow off your cheeks.

Oh, you thought.

“And your lips…”

The warmth of Remus’ fingers brushing over your lips made you stay very still, as you hoped that he would name another place on your face to touch.

“And your eyelashes…” Remus brought up both of his hands and gently cradled your face. You closed your eyes as Remus swept his thumbs over your eyelashes to brush your eyes free of snowflakes.

You breathed out slowly.

“There,” Remus murmured. He let go of you.

You opened your eyes. You were sure your cheeks were flushed, but so were Remus’.

“Ahem.” He coughed and turned his head away from you. “So this is the mythical realm?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you come back here?” Remus wondered. “Isn’t the Nine-Tailed Fox gone?”

“The Nine-Tailed Fox is gone,” you agreed. “Only I don’t understand. Why didn’t she take over my body? She evolves into her most powerful state when she receives her ninth tail. I know she did. I felt it. Her incredible surge of power. I even felt her immortality for a moment. She must be healthy and thriving, somewhere out there… But then, how am I alive? The bargain I struck with the Fox was that I would be the vessel through which she gained her ninth tail and she would grant your wish - ”

Remus made a sudden motion. But when you looked at him nervously, he immediately stilled. He watched you with an intense gaze, waiting for you to go on.

“But I woke up. I know I was asleep for a long time, but still, I’m awake. Then, I realized that Artemis was gone…” You gripped the hem of your jumper. “And the other day, Tonks told us about Rowan’s message: He said that he’d taken back all of his creatures, but there were other, new creatures. That’s when I began to wonder – to hope - ” Your hands turned into tight fists, bunching up the fabric.

Remus’ eyes flashed knowingly. “You think Artemis might be here.”

“Yes,” you confirmed in a fearful whisper. “But I can’t really explain why I think that and I don’t even know what to look for. It’s only an instinct.”

“It makes sense to me,” Remus said firmly. “Not everything that makes sense has to be logical. Clearly, just look at this place.”

“That’s true,” you murmured, feeling more hopeful since Remus seemed to understand what you were thinking.

You and Remus got to your feet. The two of you turned around uncertainly, taking in the vastness of the realm and the dizzying paradox of all four seasons existing in the same time-space all at once.

“I’m not sure where to begin,” you admitted.

“That’s all right,” Remus replied comfortingly. “This isn’t a bad place to take a walk, you know. Perhaps we’ll think of something along the way.” He made to step forward when -

“Ah, wait,” you said suddenly. “There’s something you should know. Time works differently here. When you leave, you may find that months or even years have passed in the real world. Maybe you should go back now.”

Remus’ brow furrowed. “Time skips?”

“Yes. So if you’re worried about that – if you have anyone waiting for you – you should go back.”

Remus shook his head lightly. “Never mind that. It’s all right.”

“But - ”

“I understand what you’re saying. I’m glad you told me, so I know. But the truth is, even if I went back to the real world right now, I’d spend my time worrying about you, anyways. So, it’s best if I stay with you.”

You fell silent. Isn’t Tonks waiting for him? Isn’t he worried about worrying her? A part of you – the narrow-hearted, jealous part – didn’t want to say anything, but your desire to do the right thing and your desire for Remus to be happy easily won out. You blurted out, “What about Tonks?”

Remus cocked his head at you. “What about her?”

“Is it all right to leave her?”

“Well, yes, I assume she’ll be busy with Auror exams.”

“Oh.” You felt yourself become even less certain of what to say. Finally, you decided to compromise. “Well, let’s do our best to be quick then. C’mon, Remus!” You grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward.

Surprised, Remus stumbled forward. Narrowly avoiding stepping on your heels, he tripped to the left. “W-Wait!”

Poof!

A muffled cry sounded out. You turned around frantically, only to find that you had tugged Remus right into another huge pile of snow.

“Hold on!” You hurriedly pawed at the snow, digging him out. When enough of the snow around him had disappeared, you grabbed his waist and yanked him out. You repeated, embarrassed, “Sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

While you were standing in front of him and apologizing for your short-sightedness, Remus suddenly recalled a previous time when this exact same thing happened. You’d dragged Remus out of Gryffindor Tower to celebrate the first major snowfall at Hogwarts. Overexcited, you’d pulled him right into a pile of snow. You’d done the same thing then as you had now – pulled him out and apologized. Afterwards, you’d gone to Hagrid’s to fetch Artemis and the two of you went racing off into the Forbidden Forest. Remus remembered being thankful for the snow because it tracked both of your prints so that he could follow you both into the woods. He couldn’t quite keep up with you and Artemis, as the two of you seemed to have an unspoken routine and easily bounded together over logs, rivers, and hills. You had only lost track of Artemis once, when you let her have a long head start to race off and hide from you. When that happened –

You caught Remus’ bright eyes at once. “What is it?”

Remus said excitedly, “I think I know a way for you to find Artemis.”

Your whole frame lit up with excitement. “How?”

Remus recounted, “Remember you put a little bell around Artemis’ neck? You used to call her whenever you couldn’t find her. You would lift your wand and say - ”

“Corusco!” you finished breathlessly.

“Exactly!”

But then, you wilted. “Oh… But I don’t have my wand anymore.”

Remus rummaged around in his pockets again. He let out a sigh of relief when he found his wand. He pulled it out and offered it to you. “Use mine.”

You took his wand with curiosity. Unfortunately, you could immediately feel that this wand rejected you. It did not consider you its owner, in any way. As you wrapped your fingers around it, a sharp sting ran up your hand.

“Ow!” You accidentally dropped the wand, as a stinging burn ran through your hand.

Remus started, surprised.

“Sorry,” you said. “But I don’t think your wand likes me, Remus. It zapped me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You made to pick it up, but Remus stopped you. Not wanting you to get hurt again, he grasped your wrist to halt you and he picked up the wand himself. The wand slid naturally into his hand, fitting gracefully in his large palm and sitting easily in his long, graceful fingers.

“Here, let’s try this.” Remus stepped around you, until he was standing behind you. He held his hand out and told you, “Grasp my wand. Lightly now – and carefully, mind you.”

You gingerly picked up Remus’ wand from his hand.

“I’m going to hold my wand with you, so it’ll sense me,” Remus explained. He slowly folded his hand over yours. His hand covered yours, and suddenly, your hand was so warm, with his fingers covering yours and his palm nestled against the back of your hand.

Since Remus was quite a bit taller than you, he had to hunch over somewhat to keep the wand at a comfortable height for you to hold. He naturally shifted closer to you, until his chest pressed lightly against your back. You jolted slightly, nervous to have him so close to you.

Remus misunderstood; he thought that you were still nervous about his wand rejecting you. “Relax,” he whispered. His chin slid softly over your shoulder and he murmured into your ear, “If you trust me, the wand will lend you its strength.”

You breathed out, willing yourself to calm down.

“That’s right,” Remus encouraged you, speaking very softly. “You can do it. Channel your magic through me.”

You closed your eyes and leaned back a little against Remus.

Remus’ eyes flickered down to you. When he saw you leaning against him, he couldn’t help but think, Lovely, you’re still the same, aren’t you? You look just as you did when I first taught you the Patronus… You trusted me then. You trust me now – even after everything. I’ll give you my magic, Lovely. I’d give all of it to you, if I could.

In a quiet whisper, Remus told you, “Say the spell now.”

You took a deep breath and then you whispered fervently, “Corusco!”

Ring! Ring, ring, ring!

You gasped.

Ring, ring, ring!

“Where’s the sound coming from?” Remus wondered, looking this way and that.

You furiously scanned the many landscapes, too, until – “There!” you cried, punching your other hand into the air to point. Far out in the winter terrain, a silvery little figure came dashing forward. You had to squint to catch it at first, as it was quite a small figure. Once you caught a glimpse of it, though, you could follow its figure was it wove through the trees, flashing through the dark forest that covered most of the winter horizon. It had quite a ways to run – but that was all right, you could meet it halfway, because you were running towards it, too.

You sprinted forward as fast as you could. With each step, your heart became increasingly full of anticipation – until you cried out in a desperate, aching voice, “Artemis! I’m coming!”

All of a sudden, you came across a huge river which blocked your path. No! Please! Let me find a way to cross! Please, please, please! To your dismay, the river had no obvious crossing point and the current looked very fast. Worse still, since the riverbank was covered with tall flowers, you lost sight of Artemis.

Meanwhile, Remus was fighting against the same, tall flowers, trying desperately to find you. “Lovely! Where’ve you gone?”

“Here, Remus!” you called out.

Remus reached you. Instantly, he realized what the situation was and how distressed you were. “Oh no. He held out his wand again. “Do you want try once mo - ?”

Ring! Ring, ring, ring!

Remus cut off. Both of you lifted your heads and tried to peer through the thick meadow of flowers as the bright, clear sound of a bell rang out nearby.

“Art?” you called uncertainly, unsure of which direction the sound was coming from.

Ring! The sound was even clearer – meaning it was quite close.

Then – “Arf! Arf, arf!” A lithe, full-grown, yet still slightly small fox burst out of the flowers and tackled you to the ground.

“Artemis!” you shouted, recognizing her at once. Her fur was silver now, but there was no doubt that this was Artemis.

Remus started, flustered by how you’d been tackled to the ground. Only, you were too busy shouting with joy and rubbing your beloved fox all over her head and tummy, just how she liked it. “Art, it’s you! Oh Merlin, it’s you!” You sat up and threw your arms around her. Burying your face against her fur, you cried, “You’re alive!”

Artemis barked joyfully, happy to hear the sound of your voice, too. However, when she heard you say the word “alive,” she suddenly quieted.

You stilled, too, immediately noticing her reaction. You lifted your head.

Artemis turned her head and she looked at you knowingly. She looked as if she were waiting for you to catch on…

“You’re not alive, are you?” you realized. “That is, you’re not alive in the way you once were, the way I am…”

Artemis gave you a slow nod.

“You can’t leave this realm,” you recognized. “You’re a mythical creature now. You’re like the fox, before she got her ninth tail. You’re immortal, but you’re a creature of this realm.”

Artemis nodded again.

You breathed out. “How did this happen to you?”

Instead of answering, Artemis nuzzled you again, rubbing her now-silver little snout against your shoulder. You brought your hand up and petted her lovingly. But this time, you realized how cold she was and how she didn’t seem to have the same weight as she did before.

“Are you all right?” you whispered to her.

Artemis’ eyes turned into pleased little crescents as she smiled, in her own, mischievous fox way.

“Yeah? You’re happy here?” you confirmed.

Artemis let out a bright bark.

Your heart panged. You felt happy for Artemis, but you also felt sad because you realized that she wasn’t coming back with you. Still, you tried to be grateful just for this moment of reunion and for the fact that she was all right. “Okay, then,” you said softly. “That’s the only important thing, anyways.”

You slid your arms around her and hugged her again. “I missed you so much. Did you know that? I was so worried when I couldn’t find you.”

Artemis let out a small bark. You noticed how her bark was much more clear, even melodic, now. She truly is a creature of this realm. You whispered to her, “Guess you’re not my earthly fox anymore, huh? You’re my mythical fox now.”

Artemis wrapped her tail around your waist. She let out a happy purr.

“Oh,” you remembered, “that’s right. You always wanted to be magical. You used to chew at my wand all the time. It was basically a fox pacifier.”

Artemis grinned again – and she looked rather smug.

You laughed softly, finally sure that Artemis was truly all right. “So, you got your wish, after all. Good for you, Art.”

Just then, a harsh, unexpected bark sounded out from some distance away. “Woof!”

You started. Artemis bounded jubilantly to her feet and she replied with a welcoming bark of her own.

“Who is she calling to?” Remus asked you.

You shook your head, unsure. I expected Artemis to be here, but what other creature could possibly be here? you thought, surprised. Rowan said that he took all of his creatures back. So, what creature could it be?

Then, you saw it – a spry, but quite sizeable wolf was making its way deftly through the flowers. The wolf pushed its way past the final row of flowers and joined you, Remus, and Artemis.

Remus hurriedly pushed you behind him and held out his wand. But Artemis walked forward and nuzzled the wolf. Friend, Artemis was saying clearly, and she was right, for the wolf nuzzled her back. He was very gentle with her, pushing his snout lightly and affectionately against her small frame.

You stuck your head out and peered around Remus. What is that creature? Is it really a wolf? But why is it all silver? Is it a mythical creature, too? But it’s a different kind of silver from Art. Art’s a grey-silver and the wolf is a pure silver. You peered even more closely at the wolf. What’s that on it’s chest? Like an emblem… Hm, it’s a perfect circle. Is it just a coincidental mark?

Right at that moment, the wolf stopped nuzzling Artemis. He straightened up to his full height and looked at Remus.

“What? What do you want?” Remus said apprehensively.

The wolf let out a single, gruff bark.

Your eyes widened. A perfect circle – it’s a moon! A full moon!

“Remus!” you gasped, shocking him. He nearly stumbled back. You caught him, as you said breathlessly, “That’s you!”

Remus turned his head so fast he nearly bumped your head. “What?”

“That’s your werewolf spirit! Look! There’s a full moon on its chest!”

Remus whipped his head back around and he looked closely at at the wolf’s chest. When he saw the symbol and recognized it as the full moon, his breath caught. “You’re saying that’s me?”

“Yes,” you said, certain of it now. “That’s your werewolf spirit, Remus. So, this is where he came to, after he left your being.”

Remus knelt down, peering at the wolf. In a trembling voice, he whispered, “You’re me…?”

The wolf walked up to him.

Remus shivered, but he stood his ground and remained crouching, so he could come face-to-face with the wolf. The wolf was quite an impressive size, and when he moved, his strength could be felt and seen in his movements. Soon, the wolf was face-to-face with Remus.

Remus put his wand down and lifted his hand.

The wolf slowly pressed his snout against Remus’ hand.

When the wolf’s nose touched Remus’ palm, Remus breathed out suddenly. “Merlin, it’s really you. I can feel the energy of the full moon coursing through me.”

The wolf blinked up at Remus. Their eyes met.

Remus swallowed hard. Then, he whispered darkly, “But you’re a monster.”

Offended, the wolf let out a harsh breath and immediately turned its head away from Remus.

You held your breath, suddenly afraid.

“You made my life so difficult,” Remus continued in a harsh, bitter whisper. “You were the reason why I was always ill, why my family broke apart, why I could never get a job, why I’m a burden to all my friends, why I could never allow myself to love someone, why I questioned whether life was worth living, why I hated myself…” Tears slowly dripped down Remus’ face. He whispered, in an utterly broken voice, “But seeing you like this, as a true wolf, all I can do is pity you. I denied every instinct and craving you ever had and I blamed so much of my own failures on you. I’m sorry for our miserable existence. Still, I couldn’t give into you. Don’t you see? I had to resent you.” Remus broke down, sobbing.

You fell to your knees beside Remus and you hugged him tightly. “Sh, Rem,” you whispered kindly. “It’s all right. It’s okay to hurt. God knows how long you’ve held this all in.”

The wolf let out a displeased snort. He made a sudden motion, as if to take off. However, Artemis let out a low whine. She nodded her head at you. The wolf stared at Artemis, then at you, and then back to Artemis. Artemis nodded again. The wolf’s curiosity got the better of him, and he began to sniff at you.

Hearing the wolf, Remus lifted his head. When he saw the wolf coming closer to you, Remus quickly wiped away his tears and pulled you close to him.

“It’s all right,” you reassured him. “He’s not going to hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” Remus asked you, his voice cracking even in that short phrase.

You nodded. It was your turn to gently put your hands on his cheeks and to cradle his face. You assured Remus, “You’re not going to hurt me.”

The wolf was now sniffing at the hem of your cloak. You turned your head towards him. “Hello,” you said pleasantly. “We’ve never met.” You paused and amended, “Not properly, anyways.”

Remus shamefully looked away from you. You tightened your hug on Remus, but you kept talking to the wolf. “You’re friends with Art, I see. I’m glad. I was forever trying to teach Art to like you when you were with Remus, but I’m not sure Art ever really took to Rem. Now we know for sure that it was Remus that Artemis didn’t like and not you, huh?” You laughed, finding the thought quite funny.

The wolf looked at you skeptically. Clearly, he didn’t trust easily. Still, he seemed satisfied enough with you as he made his way back to Artemis. When Artemis saw him coming back, she bounded forward happily to meet him. The wolf tried not to appear too pleased at first, but when Artemis managed to lick his face, the wolf clearly softened. He laid down on his tummy so Artemis could lick his face without having to jump up.

You smiled. “Look, Remus. They really are friends.”

Remus didn’t say anything, but his eyes softened as he watched Artemis and the wolf together.

After a moment, the wolf stood up. He let out a soft, but quite low grumble. Artemis’ ears and tail perked up. Then, with a merry yelp, Artemis took off. The wolf waited patiently for about ten seconds and then, with a powerful leap off of his hind legs, he was off, too. Artemis’ barking got louder and louder the closer he got to catching up, until she was barking furiously, clearly laughing in her own way, as he managed to catch him to her.

Then, the most incredible thing happened. As Artemis and the wolf (Lupin, you thought in your head) ran through the field together, the flowers immediately around them began to light up with a silvery glow and to ring.

You gasped when you realized that the flowers were snowdrops. The Nine-Tailed Fox’s crystal-clear melodic voice, Artemis’ old bell sound, the snowdrops… All of it has come together.

You and Remus got up onto your feet and both of you in the magical sight of the field of snowdrops lighting up and ringing its merry winter bells as the two forever-mythical spirits ran off into the wintery forest. Though you didn’t know it, they were running back home, to a small, warm cave at the foot of the mountains. The entrance to the cave was framed with tiny, white foxtail ferns and a single, sturdy wolfsbane plant guarding the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

Neither you nor Remus were quite yourselves as you headed for the door leading back to the real world. However, when you neared the doorway, you caught sight of something that shocked you back to your senses. You grabbed Remus’ arm and squeezed hard.

“Is something wrong?”

You nodded up ahead. “Look at that.”

Incredibly, where there used to be only a silver glimmer – all but undetectable unless one knew to look for it – there was now a proper doorway. It was floating in the air, but it was very clearly a metal doorway. What was more, it was framed with white and pink flowers. It looked like the flowers had grown up and around the metal doorframe.

Oh, you realized, so that’s why there were white and pink flowers framing Remus when he first appeared. He was stepping out of the door.

“A doorway,” you said, awed. “That wasn’t there before.”

“It wasn’t?”

You shook your head. “I wonder if that means…” You hesitated. “Remus, will you hold onto my hand? I want to try something, but please pull me out if I ask you to of if I scream.”

“Scream? Why? What are you planning to do?”

“I just want to test this door.”

“Are you sure it’s all right for you to do this?” Remus said nervously, following you to the door. “Can’t we throw a branch through it? Or can’t I do it instead?”

“No, no, I’m sure it’ll be all right,” you said. “Now, please hold my hand.”

Remus took your hand in both of his and clutched onto your hand tightly.

You stood before the doorway and then you carefully put your hand through the door.

Whoosh! You gasped when you suddenly felt a rush of wind hit your hand.

Taking no chances, Remus immediately yanked your hand as hard as he could. You were yanked right into his arms. “Oh!” you breathed out.

“Are you all right?” Remus said urgently. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m fine.” You laughed. “Sorry I made you nervous.”

“But what was all that about?” Remus asked you. He didn’t seem aware of the fact that he was all but crushing you in his arms, even though he had to look down far enough that his chin almost touched his chest as he peered down at you.

“I wanted to check if that doorway was a stable doorway to the real world,” you informed him. You put your hand on Remus’ chest and he instinctively relaxed, letting you go a little.

“And is it?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yes. There’s no doubt about it. The wind I felt was wind from the real world. Even more incredible, it’s stable enough that people can come and go as they please.” You frowned slightly, though, as you wondered, “But how could a door be built here? I thought it was condition of a time crystal that it be totally independent of all other notions of time.” You looked up at the sky. Remus followed your gaze, tilting his head up to the sky too.

“It must have something to do with how there are four seasons here now,” you guessed.

“What do you mean?”

“It used to be only winter here. And there were no creatures. Well, Rowan’s creatures were here, but they weren’t of here, strictly speaking.” When you mentioned Rowan, you suddenly had an idea of what might have happened.

You stared once more at the doorway. This time, instead of paying attention to its structure or the beautiful flowers gracing it, you looked closely at the metal. It looks like the same metal that Tristan’s watch was made of, you thought. Hm…

Remus’ voice broke into your musings. “Shouldn’t we get out of here? I don’t mean to rush you, but now that we know Artemis is all right and if we’re worried about time skips…”

Ah, right. Remus has to get back – to his real life and to Tonks, you remembered. “Right.” You stepped away from Remus, slipping out of his warms. With a small sigh, you murmured, “Back to the real world we go.”

I shouldn’t be sad, you reminded yourself. I’ve found Artemis and Remus has found his happiness. This is what I wished for, after all. It’s all right if I’m going back alone. Even if Artemis can’t come back with me, even if the Nine-Tailed Fox is no longer in my soul, and even if Remus is with somebody else, I know I’m strong enough to find my own way.

Standing in front of the doorway, you reached out to Remus and said warmly, “Thank you, Remus, for coming after me.”

Remus slid his hand into yours. Grasping his hand, you stepped through the doorway, and the both of you returned to the real world.

* * * * * * * * * *

As it was, Tristan’s watch, which Rowan had planted in the ground near the doorway, had grown to create the metal doorway.

The fundamental principle empowering the Graves’ metal magic was fate. Fate is a stable concept of time because it constitutes a prior determination. However, fate is also a flexible concept because it can accept the notion of ‘progress’ within it without losing its original meaning. Fate is the confines within which humans exert free will. As such, the metal of Tristan’s watch introduced a notion of determined progress, of circularity, without breaking the notion of ‘eternity’ that the ice phoenix’s heart was underholding (and which underpins the very existence of this realm). In this way, progress is accepted as a ‘part’ of eternity so long as it remains pre-determined and circular – in other words, so long as it does not introduce change into the environment. Thus, the four seasons occur all at once here.

And where did the seasons come from, you may wonder? Well, just as the mythical realm influenced Rowan’s creatures, so those creatures influenced the mythical realm. As Newt and Rowan always said, magical creatures are more powerful than wizards and witches in the magic that they produce. Frank had forged a summer for the mythical realm – a summer full of dazzling thunderstorms, but with an even brighter sun. Nula had offered the colors of her lovely, exuberant ruffles to create the autumn foliage of the mythical realm. And Sil had given his iridescence, playfulness, and adaptability to craft a blessed, twinkling, though slightly mischievous spring. They had left something of themselves here in this mythical realm: seeds of their spirits. However, it was only after Rowan planted Tristan’s watch into the ground that those seeds sprouted into the full being of four different seasons.

‘Infinity’ now took on a new meaning in the mythical realm. That was how the mythical realm, created by the ice phoenix and protected by the Nine-Tailed Fox, was not only restored and taken back from the succubus, but revived and reinvented into a much livelier place, where myth was invited to explore and grow itself, rather than simply being frozen for the sake of being preserved.

As for the Nine-Tailed Fox, she had in fact returned briefly to guide Artemis’ spirit here. When she arrived, she felt the ice phoenix speak to her soul. My, my. Look how you’ve grown. A full Nine-Tailed Fox. Your family would have been very proud of you.

The Nine-Tailed Fox held her head up proudly and swished her gorgeous, full tails. She playfully showed off before the ice phoenix, who laughed merrily. But then, the Nine-Tailed Fox noticed the four seasons, and she gasped aloud. Seasons! There are seasons in the mythical world?

Yes, there are.

How your heart has grown, my friend, the Fox whispered, almost afraid of her happiness. You don’t even need me to be a guardian of this world anymore, do you?

No, the ice phoenix agreed. You are free to wander wherever you’d like without having to worry about this realm anymore. He sighed. I’m sorry, my old friend, I never meant for this realm to become a burden for you. I’m glad you’ve found your true freedom now.

Please don’t, the Nine-Tailed Fox replied. You kept me alive by giving me a home, both in life and in sacrifice. When I had no mother or father to run to, no tails to hide in, you lent me your wings for comfort. You wrapped them around me as though I were your own. That was how I survived those long years. I may be free but my heart is always with you, in this wonderful realm that you’ve created and hold steady. That’s why this little fox, Artemis, will be able to live there.

At this, the ice phoenix chuckled. So, you brought her here.

The Nine-Tailed Fox blinked. That’s how it worked out.

The ice phoenix observed, She’s quite a young spirit.

Yes.

And she’s in love.

Is she?

Yes. A wolf spirit came after her, you know. He arrived just now, on the other side of the mountains. They’ve just met, and yet they’re clearly in love.

The Nine-Tailed Fox smiled an elusive, mysterious smile. Well, well, imagine that.

Yes, just imagine.

The Fox’s tails swirled in the air. Her paws itched. She was ready to take the many universes out there by storm.

Go, the ice phoenix urged. Live your destiny. You’ve earned every right to be the true Nine-Tailed Fox that you are.

I’ll come back soon, the Fox promised.

Don’t. Be happy. Be free, the ice phoenix said decidedly. Besides, you’re immortal and I’m eternal. We will meet again someday. Until then, I’m happy to wait. I’m happy imagining your freedom. It’s how I’ve always wanted to spend my eternity.

The Nine-Tailed Fox lifted her head and howled. It was a powerful sound. The force of her howl caused a gush of wind to rush over the mythical world. Lightning crackled in the summer world; new flowers burst into bloom in the spring world; the variegated foliage shivered mightily, all at once, in the autumn world; and out in the icy, winter world, a small fox and a weary wolf howled together in reply, the way they might howl at a moon.

The Nine-Tailed Fox’s eyes glimmered brightly. Her lips pulled back and she bared her teeth ferociously. A low, thrumming growl ran through from the tip of her nose down to each of her nine tails. Then, the Nine-Tailed Fox bounded up into the sky. There was a bright, silver flash and a busy flurry of nine tails swishing brightly in the four-colored sky – and she was gone, off to live the spiritual adventures befitting a true Nine-Tailed Fox.

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Summary: After seeing what the Dursley’s are when it comes to Muggles, Professor Minerva McGonagall makes the judgement call to take Harry in before the worse can happen.

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5

Previously:

“Good morning Aberforth,” Severus said without turning.

Minerva gasped when she saw Abe at the doorway. Could that really be him?

Aberforth shifted on his feet but stood his ground, he wouldn’t to be cowed by his nerves. Changes are happening, and he was going to do his very best to roll with it, as the saying goes, and land on his feet as his own man after years of being under his brother’s shadow.

//00//00//

Part VI

The trio and babe had their breakfast in a companionable silence. They would occasionally shift their attention to Harry as cooed and laughed as he ate his scrambled eggs and bacon.

Severus, ever mindful of what he is lacking baby wise, made a note to hire a nanny elf for the days he would not be able to keep Harry with him.

“Severus,” he heard from miles away, “Severus? Are you alright?”

He looked to find Minerva giving him a worried look.

He nodded and said, “Just thinking of what I have to do for him.”

Minerva and Aberforth shared a look of concern.

“No need to worry,” Severus said with a small grin, “I’m just...thinking of everything that needs to be done before I am certain we can live in peace.”

The elderly pair nodded in understanding and continued eating the latter amusing Harry by making spark with their wands.

“Before we go into the alley, Harry needs to be glamoured,” Severus said seriously, “We don’t need the attention nor does Harry, especially for something he has no fault in doing.”

Minerva and Aberforth stared at Severus eyes wide.

“Lily’s love,” he said plainly, his voice filled with pain feeling the loss of his best friend, “A mother’s magic is never one to trifle with...a mother’s love.”

Minerva nodded understanding where he is coming from.

The trio breathed a collective sigh, at least now the know that it wasn’t Harry who did the Dark Lord under.

Breakfast was over not too long after that and the plates floated to the sink. Now they could finalize the last details of the first part of their plan.

“There is a possibility that I will be arrested as soon as the air clears from the Potter’s deaths,” Severus said neutrally, “As such we need to move quickly, the only negative to this is that if our urgency is seen questions will be asked.”

“We need to get to Gringotts Severus,” Aberforth said thoughtfully, “For now what we can do is disguise the babe to the public whilst we make our way there.”

Minerva nodded at this and wave her hand over Harry changing his features slightly to look like Severus.

Severus gasped at this, and saw what a mix between him and Lily would have been. But now...his love for her could fade and translate onto her son.

Harry smiled and giggled at the tickle of magic over him.

“I’ll need some disguising myself for the time being,” Severus said and did as Minerva had done to Harry, “Now we need to leave before Albus does anything.”

//Time Skip – Gringotts//

The trio walked in baby in hand and asked to speak with the goblin in charge of the Potter estate.

“Griphook is in charge of that account,” the goblin said, “He will be with you shortly.”

As promised, Griphook arrived and said, “How may I be of assistance.”

“We are here to read the Will of the late Master James and Lily Potter,” Severus said bowing his head in respect, “There is cause to believe there will be tampering.”

Griphook nodded and motioned for them to follow him into his office.

“Before we proceed,” the goblin began, “I need verification of whom I’m speaking to and whom this will involve.”

Aberforth and Minerva presented their respective keys as Severus made quick work of the glamours that were on Harry and himself. He then procured his own key.

“And the infant?” Griphook said looking pointedly at Harry who was sucking his thumb, “You all know I cannot do anything without a verification of next of kin.”

Severus understood and procured a needle from his robes.

“Blood if there is no key if I recall correctly,” he said with a raised brow.

The goblin nodded.

Minerva took Harry from Severus and tried to keep the lad distracted as Severus drew the blood.

As expected Harry began to cry but settled when Abe took him.

The blood proved that Harry is, well, Harry and so their dealings could proceed. Griphook summoned a file and began to read.

“The will was sealed by one Albus Dumbledore,” Griphook said as he looked through the file, “Reasons are unknown for now.”

“Can it be unsealed?” Minerva asked eyes wide as Albus’ involvement came to light.

Griphook nodded and did as was expected and began to read.

“There are letters here for one Sirius Black, Remus John Lupin and Severus Snape,” he said taking the sealed envelopes out, “The will reads as so, I James Fleamont Potter of sound mind leave everything to my son Harold James Potter...”

There were vaults to set aside for Sirius and Remus, but Minerva would look into that later.

“...Should anything happen to either Lily or myself custody will go to our son’s godfather Sirius Black. Should something, Merlin forbid, happen to him custody will fall to Severus Snape. My reasons for this are stated in his letter, and my wife and I are both in agreement that under no circumstances is Harry to go to Petunia and Vernon Dursley. So mote it be,” finished Griphook.

The trio shared a look at this in alarm, all thinking the same thing, Albus may have read the will and gone against it for his own machinations.

“Sirius Black has been taken to Azkaban and Remus Lupin is still in hiding from the war,” Minerva said keeping herself as neutral as possible, “Is there a way for us to deliver the letters to them?”

Griphook nodded and passed Minerva the two letters before handing Severus his own.

“Before you go,” the goblin said as he cleared the desk, “The boy carries unnaturally dark magic in him.”

They all looked at the babe in question.

“Earthen magicks are part of a goblin’s magic, we feel magic and how it flows through all living things,” he said stoically, “The child’s magic is yet to manifest, he does have a core but there is something deeper there...something darker.”

“I will pay whatever it takes,” Severus said voice pained, “Will your healers tend to him?”

Griphook lifted a brow at him but nodded and waved his hand.

In almost no time at all they were taken deeper into the bank where two goblins were waiting.

“Set the child on the table please,” the taller of the two said.

Severus despite his paranoia, did as was asked and remained by his young charge’s side.

“Healer Redtooth will tend to him as all small ones should,” Griphook said and nodded for Severus to follow him to seated corner of the darkened room.

The group talked in low voices, Severus ever the cautious one kept an ear out for his boy.

“Madam are you aware of the spell on your person?” Griphook asked in curiosity.

Minerva looked stricken at the though and shook her head.

Severus cast a diagnostic on her and found a scar on her fingers...it looked like a knife wound.

“Minerva, how did you come about this?” Severus asked quietly.

She got lost in thought as she thought about how she might have gotten that scar.

“Might I try something?” Griphook asked.

Minerva nodded and felt as if a fog had been lifted the moment he began chanting in goblin.

Minerva seemed to collapse into herself and break into tears and sobs as her memories became clear.

“Whats wrong with her?!” Aberforth yelled pulling her into his side as she shook.

“Her memories had been tampered with...” Griphook said as he breathed.

“Severus I think yours have been tampered with as well,” Minerva said through her tears, “When you were still a wee lad just barely into Hogwarts I’d received a message from Eileen. We’d known each other in school and had been good friends. She’d been making arrangements for her boy in case Tobias became unbearable.”

Severus’ eyes widened at what she was saying.

“My boy...my lad...” she broke down more in her grief.

“The name on file for you madame is that you’ve listed a son as your heir and kin,” Griphook said appearing out of nowhere, “It is said to be one Severus Tobias Snape.”

Aberforth’s eyes darkened as Severus’ mind seemed to stall.

“I had been taking you in during the summer to keep you from your father as per Eileen’s request,” Minerva said tearfully, “I love you as my own I always have.”

“But Albus can’t leave well enough alone,” Aberforth said voice deep and gravely as he fought to keep his temper.

Severus looked to Griphook, “I’ll pay whatever fee is called, but please...show me.”

Griphook nodded and did as asked.

Once his memories were restored Severus fell onto his mother’s lap his own body shaking with the strength of his sobs his hands holding onto Minerva’s as they grieved for what they lost.

Mother and son cried as lost memories were returned and what could have been was lost. But one thing was certain neither of them were going to play into the same trap twice. And Minerva was in the mind of killing whoever decided it was a good idea to take her boy from her again.

//00//00//

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