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myfictionaldreams · 1 year ago

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Family // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius Black, the usually happy prankster within Hogwarts, had a special skill for hiding his emotions. Until one day, he's forced to face the realities of the troubles with his family.

Requested by: @bullets-from-another-dimension Thank you so much for the request and for showing me that Sirius needs a little more love! I hope you like this fic, and thanks for your support with the poly!marauders ♥

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst (lots!), fluff (also lots!), emotional hurt, discussion of Sirius' abusive family, disowned, crying, hugs/kissing, polyamory relationship, nipple play, body worship, making out, oral sex (m receiving), happy ending

A/N: This is just a little PSA that I'll be going through my other Poly!Marauders fics sometime soon to change some bits to make sure that each of the boys is getting enough love! It won't be anything major for the overall story, just spreading the love equally as it appears Sirius may have been skipped a few times (and I don't want that!), so check for an 'edited' note on the story. Thank you for pointing this out to me!

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The last 24 hours had been an emotional rollercoaster, with both positives and negatives coming to light. It had started with the ultimate showdown game of Quidditch between Slytherin and Gryffindor; with both Sirius and James on the team. You and Remus had been nervous wrecks just for the game, let alone all the tension drowning within the two enemy houses. This escalated outside of the pitch, with wands having to remain in hands between lessons to prepare for sabotage attacks from either team.

It was endlessly tiring the days leading up to the events, and it was some kind of a miracle to be standing in the Gryffindors' stands without a single injury. Now, however, you and Remus had to live through the fear of watching your boyfriends fly around with their roles as Seeker and Beater.

You were sure you’d accidentally bitten your nail down to the cuticle by the end of the match, and your throat felt as if you’d swallowed sandpaper with how sore it was with the screaming and shouting you’d been doing in support. There was instant relief as James finally caught the snitch, and everyone cheered.

“Do you think he’ll be ok?” you shout up to Remus, who, with his height difference, could see over the crowd to where the commotion was occurring on the pitch. As James had dived for the snitch, so had the Slytherin’s seeker, who just happened to be Sirius’ brother, Regulus. However, in mid-dive, Regulus accidentally knocked into one of the goalposts, hitting his head and falling from his broom. Thankfully to the Slytherins, Sirius had been close by and caught his falling brother from gaining any further injuries.

Remus was nodding to your question, “Yes, he’s walking away, well - he’s pushing Sirius away, so I’m sure he’s just fine”, he explained, watching Regulus shove Sirius, so the man stumbled away. A pang of guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the thought of the brothers arguing. You knew that the relationship between Sirius and his brother was non-existent these days, and it only made you feel more awful for your boyfriend, understanding how difficult it must have been to lose his family in the way he has.

You couldn’t ponder on these thoughts as the entirety of Gryffindor and the vast majority of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff began celebrating the win. This included Sirius, who scooped you into an exaggerated hug, spun you high into the air, and carefully placed your feet back onto the floor.

“Was your brother alright?” You shout to Sirius over the noisy crowd forming around the winning team. For a split second, you witness sadness filling his grey eyes before he snaps out of it and a beaming smile replacing the momentary lapse in his emotions.

“Oh, he’s fine; I’m sure a quick knock to the head will bring some sense to him. Anyway, come on, let’s all go back to the common room; I have a special surprise for everyone”. Sirius was great at many things, and covering his emotions was one of them. Any attempts to open up about the situation regarding his family would change the subject within the blink of an eye. You respected that he didn’t want to talk about any of his family members, but you still kept a close eye on him, making sure that he didn’t pent up his emotions until he was at breaking point, which you feared would occur one day as there was only so much one person could go through.

The interaction with Regulus seemed to have been forgotten in the madness of celebrating, which ran into the early morning hours in the Gryffindor common room. It would have continued later, but Professor McGonagall arrived in her dressing gown and demanded everyone go to bed. Sirius needed the most help to bed, having drunk the ‘surprise’ fire whiskey he regretted deeply in the morning.

“I’m never drinking again. Who’s idea was it anyway to bring Firewhiskey?!” came the deep groan of the man lying face first beside you, his face thoroughly buried into the pillow. Your temples were pounding slightly; you’d felt worse hangovers, but it was still uncomfortable as you rolled over towards Sirius.

Your arm wrapped over his naked back, face pressed over his shoulder blade as you could feel the toned muscles adjusting to your presence as you melted into his warmth. “It was your idea. I’m never falling for your charms ever again, Sirius”, you mumbled against his skin, reminiscing on his sweet talking skills from last night that convinced you to have a drinking competition with him.

This pulled him out of the half-unconscious state as his mop of hair turned in your direction. The movement caused you to roll off him and witness the beautiful sight of his morning glow; even in his hangover, he was handsome with one eye squished closed as the room was too bright.

Sirius turned his body entirely towards you, huffing as he moved, and you refrained from trying to reach out and control the usually silky locks of hair that were now all knotted and tangled on the top of his head. “Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure my charms made you cum three times before the fire whiskey joined the party,” he commented confidently and admired the warmth that filled your face. You attempted to hide your smile at the memories but were soon fully scream-laughing as Sirius tried to break your facade by tickling your sides.

Pushing him away, you turned and nuzzled into the naked chest of James, who remained asleep even through your loud laughter, but his arms still wrapped around your shoulders protectively. Besides James, you could see Remus was awake, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Remusssss, Sirius is being mean to me”, you drawl childishly.

The man sighed, dropping his hands to give you and Sirius a pointed look, “Please, children, it’s too early, and my head is too painful for you to make this much noise”.

Sirius smirked as he spooned in close behind you, wrapping his arm around you and James as everyone tried to have a few more moments of beautiful sleep before breakfast, and class pulled the four of you from the safety of the bed.

The food helped to settle the hangovers that the majority of Gryffindor seemed to be nursing this morning, much to the displeasure of McGonagall, who was glaring at her house from the Professor’s table. Sitting beside James, you leaned across him for another slice of toast as Sirius sat opposite you with Remus next to him.

As everyone started to be rejuvenated with energy from the breakfast, the owls began to swoop in and deliver the mail for the day. An emerald-coloured envelope landed on Sirius's lap, which caught the attention of you and the fellow Marauders. You already had your suspicions about who the letter was from. Sirius mostly confirmed it, as he had hardly read the letter before shoving it into his bag and brushing off any attempts at discussing who it was from.

“It’s nothing, just some spam letter. So, who do we have first today? Is it transfiguration? I can’t imagine that will be fun with how angry McGonagall looks right now.” Sirius changed the subject, but it didn’t convince any of you as you eyed him sadly. He didn’t wait for a response as he stood, gripping his bag so tight that his knuckles turned white. “Come on, otherwise we’ll be late”.

You knew something was off just by the quipped tone of his voice, and the humour and light that always seemed to dance in his eyes had been significantly dimmed. Even as James tried to humour him with his usual party tricks and jokes, it only earned him a half-assed chuckle from Sirius. Remus even attempted to pull him aside before entering the classroom to see if he needed a moment alone to talk, but Sirius just distracted him with a quick kiss and said he was fine.

You were quick to sit next to Sirius near the back of the classroom, smiling brightly with the hopes that he would return it, but it seemed he was lost in his thoughts as he idly arranged his parchment paper and quills. Thankfully, as the class began, his hand rested on your thigh so you could link both fingers together, lifting it and kissing the back of his hand.

As McGonagall began to teach the class, you leaned closer to Sirius, savouring the warmth that radiated off him and smelling the citrusy scent from his aftershave. “Is everyone ok, Sirius?” Your voice was barely audible so as not to disrupt the class, but you knew he heard as his posture stiffened, and he nodded his head, fake smiling for a second before returning his attention to the teacher. “I know there’s something wrong. Talking might help; I mean - I want to help-”

“Excuse me at the back. Is there something more important than my lesson?” McGonagall demanded with a passive-aggressive raised eyebrow as all other eyes turned to look at you and Sirius.

As your mouth opened to take the blame, your boyfriend beat you to it, “Sorry, Professor. That was my fault I was distracting her”.

“You’re already on thin ice after last night's antics, Mr Black. See me after class to arrange a detention”.

Your mouth drops open to retort to her and tell him it wasn’t Sirius, but the hand holding yours squeezes, stopping you from saying anything. As McGonagall turns back to write on the chalkboard, you lean close to harshly whisper, “You didn’t have to do that, Sirius! That should have been my detention!”

“It’s only one detention, I don’t care”, he shrugs nonchalantly, releasing your hand to begin writing his notes. You frown so deeply that a line forms between your eyebrows as you glance towards Remus and James, who have similar expressions of worry, especially as Sirius hasn’t even attempted to have any sort of friendly banter with McGonagall like he usually did.

At lunch, Sirius had somehow managed to slip away from the group, and your head seemed to be fixated towards the entrance to the Great Hall, neck straining to see over the other students as you waited for him to walk in.

“I mean, it’s not just me, right? There’s definitely something wrong with him”, you say before nervously nibbling on your lower lip.

Remus’ hand cups your shoulder, gripping gently as he agrees, “It’s not just you. I tried to talk to him before the lesson, but he just pushed me away. He just wants to be by himself; I’m sure he’ll be just fine”.

You nod to yourself but don’t believe his words. Yes, Sirius was strong and had been putting on a strong appearance for years, but he never pushed himself away from the three of you. It was like an invisible angel on your shoulder, trying to nudge you towards him, knowing something wasn’t right.

“Have either of you got the Marauder's map?” you ask Remus and James, who then check their pockets and school bags but cannot find the map.

“Sorry, Love, he’s probably got it with him”, James reports, appearing as deflated as you felt.

Standing from the table, the anxious causing your stomach to clench with unease and unable to eat, you inform the two of them, “I’ll be back later; I just need to make sure he’s ok and safe”.

Remus and James nod in understanding and watch you go. As you stand in the entrance to the Great Hall, you’re unsure where to start and what's worse is that he could be in his Padfoot form, which means he’d be able to hear you coming and run away. There were the grounds to search, Hogsmeade, the entirety of the enormous castle; there were plenty of places for him to be.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you decided to search the dormitory first, hoping the map had been left in a draw up there.

Opening the door to the dormitory room that you shared with your boyfriends, you were welcomed to the sight of Sirius, lying face first on the shared bed, his head turned away from the doors but from the noticeable sniffling noises and his shoulders shaking, you knew he was crying. Your heart felt like someone had reached inside your chest and squeezed as the sight rocked you. Silently as you could, you slipped your shoes off and placed your school bag onto the floor.

You knew he was aware someone else was in the room as his cries softened, and he subtly tried to wipe his face into the pillow. As you began to crawl onto the bed, you could see he was spooning the pillow you usually used to sleep on, clutching it desperately close to his chest. You had to remember to breathe through your nose, remain strong, and not descend into your emotions.

Kneeling next to him, your hand gently met the centre of his back, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his white shirt, hoping the action would comfort him. “Sirius, what’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing's wrong” he tried to brush it off, but you could hear the thickness of his voice as he tried to hide his face further in the pillow beneath his head.

“Is it about the letter from earlier? Who sent it to you?” Even though you knew he didn’t really want to talk about it, you knew he’d also built a wall around his emotions and wanted him to feel like he was in a safe enough space to talk, like the many times he’d done the same for you. Reaching over with your other hand, you ran your fingers through the long strands of dark hair, brushing them out of his face that was still turned away from you. “Talk to me, my love, please. I want to help you”.

Reluctantly, Sirius turned over and began to pull you down to lie in the centre of the bed. You did so and spread your arms wide as he moved to lie on your chest, the top of his head resting beneath your chin as you hugged him closely.

“No one important sent me the letter, it’s fine. I just want to cuddle”, he admits with a sigh, relaxing into the hold, the pillow he’d been spooning now forgotten about as he had the real thing instead, finding comfort instantly. In this position, you could hold him close and do the same actions as before, stroking gently up and down his back whilst also playing with his hair.

You want to tell him that you knew who the letter was from, but he seemed content with being held instead for a couple of minutes until you felt dampness seeping across the column of your neck and down your chest as his shoulders began to shake once more.

“Sirius-?”

“It was from my parents. The letter, I mean. Fuck! I don’t know, it's so stupid.” he sits up abruptly, aggressively wiping away the leaked tears he’d been desperately trying to stop.

Sitting beside him, you rubbed his shoulders while trying to calm him down from his overwhelming emotions. “It’s not stupid, my love.” As you talk, you grip his twists to pull them away so he can look into your face and hopefully see the love there. “Your parents, they’re awful people, Sirius, and anyway, you’re perfectly within your right to show emotions every once in a while; I just need you to know that I’m here for you, we’re all here for you, no matter how you are feeling. It’ll be ok”.

Even though it was comforting for him to hear the words, it still seemed to break something within him. Like a crack had formed in the dam as he relented with his cries, openly sobbing into his hands. Whilst trying to swallow the lump that had developed in your throat, you pulled him close, kissing every part of him that you could reach whilst wiping away the cascading tears.

“You don’t have to tell me what was said in the letter, but I just need you to know that they’re not your real family; you know we’re all your family”. Sirius pulls back from the hug, and your bottom lip trembles at seeing how heartbroken he looks. The area around his eyes is swollen and red to match the shade at the tip of his nose as wetness covers the length of his cheeks.

His mouth opens to say something, but he’s interrupted by the door opening and James and Remus stepping into the bedroom. The two men pause, not expecting to find either you or Sirius here, but as they see the sadness and pain on Sirius’s face, they immediately drop their school bags.

“You missed it”, Sirius chuckled, trying to hide his upset behind humour, “She called me an emotional prick, and the waterworks started”. James and Remus gave him sad smiles, but neither fell for the attempt to change the subject as both sat either side of him on the bed. Remus reached for him first, stroking his scarred fingers through the strands of dark hair that had fallen over Sirius’ face, but only so he could kiss the area beneath. Sirius closed his eyes at the touch and leaned into it, releasing a deep sigh through his open mouth.

James grabbed each of his hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss the palms lovingly and rest them on either side of his cheeks, nuzzling into his hands. “Whatever is going on, you know we’re always here for you, Sirius”, James mutters against the palms on his face.

Sirius sighs even heavier as if trying to will the anxiety away through the breaths. “It’s my parents. I mean, should I even call them parents when they’ve already disowned me? But they’ve just sent me more threats today after what happened with Regulus yesterday. They say things like I should have let him win and wish that I had been hurt.”

He takes a moment to compose himself as you grab one of his hands from James, needing to link your fingers together and squeeze to know that it is a safe place for him to continue and talk. Sirius looked into his lap as he spoke, “They’ve burnt my face off the Black family tree. Not that I care; I expected it, but it just all feels so real now, you know? I feel like I shouldn’t even be using the surname Black with how much they detest me. I also kind of expected Regulus to have my back a little bit, but he’s young; I can’t expect that from him, especially as I know what my parents are like, but he doesn’t even say hi to me in the corridors anymore. I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little all over the place, and with the positivity yesterday, just to have my family metaphorically kick me to the curb again, I should have expected the joy wouldn’t last long”.

Sirius sounded empty and emotionless as he expressed how he was genuinely feeling, struggling to come to terms with the repercussions of the events that occurred with his family that continue to affect him.

“Fuck them”, James says with all the venom and confidence that he could muster. Sirius grunts half-heartedly at the declaration, not seemingly convinced, so James turns his face towards him so that he is looking into the stormy hazel eyes. “I’m being serious, fuck them. You’ve been my family for years now; you know my parents consider you their son as much as I am. Nothing has changed. You live with me and my parents because that is your home. Wherever any of us go is your home because we love you. We wouldn’t make you feel half as rotten as those scumbags, do you understand?”

Sirius nods, swallowing thickly, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Before he can respond, Remus once again holds onto his face, turning him in the other direction to look at the calmest Marauder. “Sirius, next time you receive a letter from them, don’t open it. They are cruel humans who have no love for anyone but themselves and the prejudices that they live by. You had so much joy and love in your heart; don’t let them destroy you and ruin everything you cherish. And that is exactly what James has said. You’re our family. We’re each other's family. You’re ours, just like you’re mine. Get it?”

Sirius’ eyes have dried as he looks up at Remus, and briefly, a genuine smile welcomes across his face as he leans in to kiss him deeply but then pulls back.

Squeezing his hand, you draw his attention towards you. “You deserve the surname Black more than anyone because it’s what makes you, you—breaking the stereotypes of those evil people and making it mean something that doesn't symbolise hatred. However, if you want to have another surname, you can! Sirius, you’re your own person, and your surname doesn’t define you. You could even make up a whole new name! Maybe you could have one of our surnames”, Sirius laughs at the possibility of a name change. “I love you so much. Your family's opinions of you aren’t how anyone else in the castle sees you. You’re perfect the way you are, Mr Black”.

You couldn’t wait any more time to kiss him, needing to feel his lips against yours and reassure him further with these intimate touches. Thankfully, to your pounding heart, he smiles into the kiss.

“Maybe we could put all of our surnames together”, he jokes as you move to kiss each of his cheeks.

“If that’s what you want, I’d do it”, you reassure him with a kiss on his temple.

“Almost sounds like a proposal”, he casually mentions, causing your heartbeat to increase rapidly. Sirius smirks at your face but reassures, “Maybe we’ll sort out surnames once we’ve finished our exams”. You press your lips against his once more for reassurance until he looks between the three of you. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for you three. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed before coming to Hogwarts, let alone feel love like this”.

Remus could see the tears pooling along Sirius’ lashline, so he gently cupped the side of his head, wiping away any that fell. “No more tears for them”. The gap between their lips was closed as Remus kissed him passionately, holding the back of his head carefully as they breathed each other in.

Sirius’ head dips slightly, but only to whisper against the man’s lips, “Can you make me forget? Please?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Sirius”. Remus kisses him again but with more urgency, pushing his body back until Sirius is lying in the centre of the bed with the taller Marauder hovering above him. Their mouths moved together as one, tongues twirling together, heads tilting one way and then the other.

As Remus distracts and devours him with his mouth, Sirius’ hands move around the back of his head, holding him close, which gives James the freedom to move his hands to Sirius’ shirt. With a simple flick of his fingers, James could undo the buttons down the centre of his chest, releasing the toned chest and abdomen of the man whose legs you were sitting between.

You watched with the sadness seeping away and becoming replaced with arousal as James leaned over and licked the nipples of the man who moaned into Remus’ mouth. James was calculated with his movements, making sure to leave teasing licks and bites over the areas that Sirius was most sensitive whilst then worshipping the perked nipples on his chest, his hands caressing the areas where fine dark hair was beginning to grow back from being previous shaved, mainly the snail trail leading beneath his trousers.

Smiling whilst watching them all move together, you were gifted the view of watching the tightness forming in his trousers as his cock grew hard and thick. Without any rush and admiring the desperate moans coming from the man on his back, you began to stroke up his thighs, over his crotch and pausing over his zipper.

Undoing it slowly, you waited to see if Sirius was even aware of what you were doing as he was so distracted with James and Remus. However, with the sudden lift of his hips to help you pull the material down his hips, you knew he was very much aware of your intentions.

Freeing his cock from the restraint of his trousers and boxers, you watched as Sirius lowered his hips back onto the bed, and his member now throbbed on his abdomen, thick and hard. A pearly drip of precum had already formed at the tip, and you were quick to hold the base, lifting the cock until your lips were wrapped around him.

Your movements continue to be gentle and soft. Licking and sucking without any rush to build the tension and hopefully show how much you worship the ground he walks on by paying particular attention to him when he needs it most. James continues to tweak his nipples, and Remus devours his mouth, absorbing every little moan until Sirius needs to pull back to suck in air.

“Fuck, you’re all- Fuck!” Remus distracts him with his mouth once more, dominating him entirely and causing more whimpers to burst from his chest. The veiny length that was being leisurely sucked in your mouth began to harden further, throbbing as you knew he was approaching closer to his orgasm as your hands fondled his balls.

“So good for us, aren’t you, Sirius? Say it, tell us you’re ours”, James demands, pulling on the back of Remus’ hair so that Sirius can tell the group how he is feeling.

“Yes! I’m yours, I’m all of yours! I’m cumming, holy shit!” he shouts out desperately, face scrunching up like he is in pain but is actually experiencing the opposite as overwhelming pleasure pooled in his abdomen.

You moan around his cock, causing it to vibrate slightly against your tongue as his hot seed begins to coat your throat. You swallow every salty, thick liquid drop until you’re popping off and looking up at his half-lidded, satisfied grin.

James and Remus give you room to crawl up his body to kiss him sweetly. The three of you watch and admire as he comes down from the high, carefully tucking his half-hard cock back into his trousers and doing up the zipper once more.

“Thank Merlin that we have no classes this afternoon”, Sirius jokes as he rests back on the pillows with his arm behind his head. You laugh and collapse onto his chest, hugging him closely as the four of you sit in comfortable silence. You listened to the thump of his heart beneath your ear, but after a while, it increased in speed as he became restless.

“Can I tell you all a secret? I’ve um… I’ve kept all of the threatening letters they’ve sent to me, " Sirius admits as he carefully pulls out of the hug to climb out of bed and dig his way through the suitcase with his name on the side. From within, he pulls out a large stack of letters that are all opened and in the same shade of emerald as the one earlier this morning.

“You kept them all? Oh, Sirius”, you say in shock, only guessing what horrible, hateful words are written on those pieces of paper.

Sirius awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed, “Yeah. I don’t know why. Some weird part of me thought that if I burned them all, they would know and come to the school or something. But, I want to get rid of them if you’ll all help me?”

Neither of you have to answer as you climb out of the bed. After dressing appropriately, the four of you walked down to the lake, where Remus carved a hole into the soil. Sirius chucks the letters within as you all form a semi-circle.

Holding onto his left hand, Sirius raised his wand to the right, pointing it towards the letters and shouting ‘Incendio’. The four of you stand together as the letters burn. Sirius sighs shakily as he holds back tears. “It’s weird. I know people say it’s like a weight off your shoulders, but it genuinely does feel like that”.

“That’s because you’re free, Padfoot!” James shouts enthusiastically, grabbing the boy around the waist and lifting him into the air, hollering and whooping until Sirius laughs. The two crash to the ground as Remus throws his arm around your shoulders, watching the pair finally have some fun today as the smoke billows into the air surrounding you, the ash from those horrible words written on the paper disappearing across the Scottish mountains.

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c0smopolitan · 3 months ago

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I only have eyes for you

A/n: this feels really rushed, but I wanna make this a small mini series full of little blurbs with James and reader, this is a blurb! lmk if you guys more of this. This is set in the Bridgerton era (regency era) and was inspired by that. Only proofread once and will be read again later today. This is all. Thanks!

Summary: James asks you to dance with him, he confesses something during the dance that leaves you reeling.

Warnings: noneeeee just fluff, Blurb!, Y/n and L/n are used, Bridgerton Au, James Potter x f!reader.

“Would you like to dance?” You look at James in shock as he holds his hand out to you, a sweet smile gracing his face. “Sure.” You say, suddenly out of breath.

You hand James your dance card, and he scribbles his name hastily on it before grabbing your hand leading you to the dance floor.

His smile grows as his warm hands engulf your cold ones. He maneuvers you two to the middle of the dance floor before the music starts.

Your dance begins with the waltz and he suddenly tugs at your hands, pulling you against him just enough not to be considered scandalous. “You look beautiful tonight.” He whispers softly into your ear.

Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and he smiles at your sudden shyness. “When have you ever been shy Lady L/n?”

You scoff and roll your eyes jokingly, pink still tinting your cheeks. “Why are you deciding to be so bold all of a sudden?” You tease, deciding to ignore his previous question with another one. He looks at you sheepishly.

“I don’t know my lady. But it’s the truth.” His posture visibly straightens and he looks straight into your eyes, full of certainty.

“Now and every other time I’ve seen you, whether it had been while I was watching you in the drawing room, or while we were just having a dance. You were beautiful.” He looks at you with a look you’d never seen before. “You are beautiful.”

His answer leaves you stunned.

Before you could answer back, however, he grabs your waist and lifts you up, spinning you in circles like the other people on the dance floor currently were. You yelp at the sudden contact after being completely floored by his confession. You quickly grabbed on to his shoulder for leverage, already cringing at the dirty looks you were getting from the people of the ton.

He puts you down as the song comes to an end and faces you, giving you a small smirk before gently grabbing your hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. “My lady.” He murmured, bowing down before walking away.

You stand there flustered, continuing to stare at James as maneuvers through the sea of people beginning to shuffle out of the area for the next dance.

You feel a slight tug on your arm, snapping out of the daze James left you in. “What are you doing? A new song is about to start.” Lily scolds you, pulling you away from the dance floor and setting you off to the side. You look back to stare at James, feeling your stomach flutter as he laughs with his group of friends across the ballroom.

“What are you even staring at?” She sees you staring intently at something, following your line of sight all the way across the room she’s met with the sight of James talking animatedly to Sirius.

“Jesus.” She sighs, rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face as she sees you practically drooling at the sight of him.

“That boy is trouble you know.” She warns.

Her voice slightly startled you, bringing you back to reality as you stole one final glance at James before turning to face her. “Did you say something Lily?” She snorts and shakes her head.

“No,” she says looking at followed by the area next to you with grimace. “But Lord Burberry is about to.” Your head snaps up towards Lily’s line of sight, Lord Burberry was coming your way. “Have fun.” She says cringing slightly, making her way to Marlene, your shared friend.

You open your mouth in protest, but before you could say anything, Lord Burberry was stood right in-front of you with his hand out. “Care for a dance my Lady?”

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wolvesandshine · 7 months ago

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I think the most tragic part about the black brothers is that regulus blames Sirius for finding a support system and leaving him to have to chance to finally live while sirius blames regulus for always trying to be the good son and not standing up for him so that he doesn’t get in trouble when in reality both of them are just kids trying to survive and the only ones to blames are their parents

#the way they would be the BEST brothers #if life didn’t hate them sm #regulus black #marauders era #jegulus #marauders era funny #marauders era textpost #harry potter #marauders #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #sirius black #the black brothers #walburga black #orion black #marauders angst #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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hyacintheros · 6 months ago

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Brand New City

3. Starman

|| (Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader)

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Pairing: Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Rude James

Word Count: 2k

P.S: Sorry it took so long, I was a little busy, but I am back! Please enjoy doves c:

“Hey- are these seats taken?” Y/N flits her gaze to the boy in front of her, chocolate cream eyes fluttered at her with hazel lashes glistening from the sun projecting onto his face.

She’s a little confused, as the area of the library she's seated herself at is practically stuffed at the back, near the restricted section.

“No, not at all. You're looking for extra chairs, right?” The boy next to him lets out a muffled chuckle, his midnight curls swirling as he speaks animatedly. “We meant if we could study with you, doll? S'that alright?”

The girl flushes, not realising that they wanted to sit with her, assuming they were just taking some chairs. “Oh! So sorry, yeah of course.” She lets out an embarrassed laugh.

The two boys smile at her, unpacking their things onto the table. “‘D’you hear what happened in McGonagall's class yesterday? Some bloke turned his desk mate into a teapot instead of the spider!” Sirius says, trying to keep quiet as Madam Pince was on his case not too long ago.

“No way! Would have loved to be in that class” Y/N laughs, amused at the story. Remus smiles and shakes his head imagining it, refocusing on his textbook.

“Y/N, could I borrow some ink?” The hazel-haired boy asks. They've fallen into a routine over the last couple of days, Remus forgetting his inkpot during class and always sharing with the girl.

“I've got different colours today! Black, Blue, Red, and Green.. which would you like?” Remus looks at her with a shine in his eyes.

“Could I borrow the red one please?” She hands the boy the red-coloured pot. He dips his feathery quill and starts taking notes, excited at the new colour rather than boring black.

Sirius, also intrigued by the different colours, pipes up. “Is it alright if I could try the green one?” The girl gives him a smile, sliding over the green ink for him.

“Woah! This is so fun, where'd you get these? They only sell black at Diagon Alley!” Sirius asks, hoping to snag a few for himself.

“I got them at a stationary store in London when I got my letter, thought they looked really fun!” The muggle girl says to him, happy that they found her oddly mundane inkpots fascinating.

Both boys hum in acceptance, facing back to their work and making small talk here and there. Remus, halfway through studying, pulls out a muggle book, The Silence of the Lambs.

“Sorry Remus, but is that book the one about Hannibal Lecter?” Remus gives her a cheeky grin, always being a sucker for muggle storytelling.

Sirius at this point in time, has given up on studying, instead putting great effort in making little paper doves. As he folds the wings, a pat on his shoulder brings him back to reality.

“What are you lot doing hanging out with her? Don't you see her robe? Come on, we've got better things to be doing than hanging out with a snake.” James, the boy Lily was always hanging around, said to Remus and Sirius.

“Don't you worry, I'll be on my way.” She says coldly, finally understanding why he was so cold to her. She packs her books in an instant and leaves with a stomp in her step. “Y/N, your inkpots!” Sirius calls after her, being held back by James.

---♡---

‘Why would Lily hang out with a foul git like that?’ She asks herself, unsure if Lily even knows of his attitude. She bursts into the common room, the coolness of the dungeon and the view of the Black Lake sending her a wave of serenity.

“Darling? What's going on?” Narcissa, who was reading in the common room, asked. Lucius, who was sitting next to her on the love seat looking back at Y/N, instantly knew it had something to do with a few Gryffindor boys.

“Your red lions giving you trouble, dear?” He snickers, Narcissa smacks his shoulder, hushing him. Y/N gives him a sarcastic laugh, glaring at him.

“Shut up, Luci!” She picks up a decorative pillow from the couch and chucks it at him. Narcissa giggles at this.

“Let's go to the Great Hall, I'm starving.” She lets out a sigh, tired and hungry from all the studying, having skipped lunch because she was too busy writing a paper for History of Magic.

Narcissa loops her left arm into Lucius’, then loops her right into Y/N's, telling her fiance and friend about the Hufflepuff girl who was being annoying in potions today.

Lucius, ever the drama queen, was gasping and gossiping along with Narcissa. Y/N was just bouncing around as they walked, happy to be out of the library.

“I hope they serve roasted potatoes” Narcissa says as they enter the Great Hall, taking their seats at the Slytherin table. Tucking themselves in, everyone grabs a generous portion of the delicious food that surrounds them.

While she eats, a pair of eyes, or three, stabs into her back. Signalling Lucius, who sat in front of her, he peaks over her shoulder, giving a sneer then looking back at her.

“That red-haired cousin of yours and your lover lions” Lucius snickers, earning a glare from Y/N. “Finish your food before I finish you.” She says, then continues conversation with a Slytherin next to her.

‘What the fuck.’ Lucius thinks, going back to his dinner, sulking.

---♡---

“Cissa, I'm gonna head out for some air.” The girl says to her roommate. Already tucked into bed, Narcissa responds, “Don't get caught by Filch, come back in one piece please” She mumbles, falling asleep.

Y/N tucks Bella in, already snoring in bed, then tucking Narcissa, and carefully escapes the dorms.

Paintings already asleep, therefore no need to be too cautious. The sleepless girl heads up to the astronomy tower, wanting to feel the breeze on her skin without stepping out of the castle.

On her shoulder, a throw blanket to keep her warm in the stoney tower. She sets up ‘camp’ next to the balcony, meaning a blanket and a muffin she snagged at dinner. ‘This muffin mad scrumdili-icious’.

Pulling out a book from her robe, opening to the page, which was dog-eared, finding solace in the book. Every so often, she would pause, the night sky captivating her attention.

“That constellation there is called Draco.” She turns back to the entrance of the astronomy tower. The boy with curly black hair greets her, his hair arching the colour of the night sky.

She pats the spot next to her, offering up the blanket to share. He strolls over, plopping down and crossing his legs. “You fond of astronomy?” The girl asks him.

“I'd hope so, being named after a bloody star!” He sasses back, pulling some of the blanket over his legs. “What are you doing up here, dove? Shouldn't you be in bed down in the Dungeons. Mighty cold down there if you ask me!”

She shushes him as she giggles, both of them obviously being too loud for this time of night, past curfew. “Couldn't sleep, needed some air. Shouldn't you also be sleeping? What are you doing?”

The boy dressed in a red and gold sweater pipes down, a gaunt look on his face. “S'nothing, couldn't sleep either.” The boy says, a slight clench in his jaw.

Seeing that this is clearly an odd subject for Sirius, she switches it up. “What's your favourite song?”. Sirius immediately lightens up, sort of like a puppy.

“Definitely Starman by David Bowie! Something about him is so alluring. They both hum the song together, falling into comfortable silence afterwards.

“How's Lily? Didn't get to speak to her today.” The Slytherin girl breaks the slience, missing her cousin dearly.

“She's worried about you, y'know? Always saying how you should eat more and sleep, which I can clearly see now why she says you need more sleep!” He laughs, her heart warming at the thought of her cousin.

Despite being rival houses, she doesn't care about such trivial things. So what if they're different? Just means they're different people with different aspirations, but that doesn't mean they need to hate each other.

“Tell her that I'm okay the next time you see her, I'll try to talk to her tomorrow. It's hard to talk to her with James around, guarding her like a dog! When I get my hands on him I'm gonna..” The girl yaps away about the Potter boy, not impressed with his behaviour.

The boy next to her shares a great bit of laughs at the predicament. “What's that book next to you?” The boy asks, curiosity killing him.

“Oh! It's a muggle book, Pride and Prejudice. Lily recommended it to me, we're supposed to debrief about it next Friday.” She hands him the book, and he inspects the cover.

---♡---

“Severus! Have you seen Nemesis? Need to feed her before class.” The girl runs around the common room, looking for her snake. “I saw her with Lucius, think she's choking him out.”

They look to the stairs where Lucius is rushing down, Nemi on his neck, grasping him like a slinky stuck on itself. “Get. Her. Off.” He says in-between chokes and gasps of air.

Y/N gently takes Nemi back, cooing at her and giggling at Lucius, dishevelled and red for the lack of air. “Let's get you some mice darling.” She heads back up to her room, feeding Nemi and setting her free. Nemi always comes back after classes.

“Come on Severus, we're going to be late to potions.” They hurry to the class, taking seats near the back. James and Lily sitting near the front. Both Slytherins burn holes into the boy's back, though for entirely different reasons.

Slughorn walks in, starting class off with theory, focusing on how Draught of Living Death was first made and how to spot its effects, as well as the cure.

Y/N practically falls asleep on Severus’ shoulder, lesson too long for her taste. With an annoyed look, he takes notes for her, trying to hide her sleeping form with his arm.

“Y/N wake up, he's approaching.” Severus draws out, propping her up. She quickly grabs a parchment and textbook, acting like she was, indeed, studying all along.

See, while Severus covers her notes for her in Potions, she covers notes for him in History of Magic, both forming a non-spoken alliance.

Potions is over and they part ways, heading to separate classes. The day draws on like an endless loop, even lunch didn't feel as fulfilling.

---♡---

Remus stops her as she studies at the library, pulling a chair to the table and sitting with her.

“You left your ink pots yesterday. He pulls them out of his bag, setting them in front of her. She sends him a sweet smile, thanking him for keeping them safe.

Lily comes in tow, sitting next to Remus and pulls out her study materials. “The Herbology test felt too repetitive! Like we reviewed the whole chapter for it to be on literally one plant?” Lily rants, angry she wasted study time on something that didn't need it.

Lily and Y/N catch up, talking about literally anything that comes to mind while poor Remus tries his best to focus, but how could he when the girls are talking about muggle books? It's like his kryptonite!

So, instead of writing for their History of Magic essay, the three spent two hours talking about Romeo and Juliet. Even reciting quotes verbatim just for fun.

Lily and Remus pack up, needing to head back to their common room. They all bid farewell, promising to catch up soon.

Y/N stays back for three more hours, promising to finish the History of Magic essay by nightfall. It's just about 10:00pm, meaning curfew is about to hit.

She packs everything, making sure not to be left alone in the library with Madam Pince. She races down to the Slytherin dorms, only to literally run into James Potter.

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eden-writes-stuff · 1 day ago

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Tags: Fluff, Photographer Remus/Model Sirius, modern AU, shy Remus lupin, Sirius Black is a SIMP

Wordcount: 589

"Just this once", Sirius begged, tugging at the camera.

"Why do you want pictures of me? I'm not that pretty", Remus argued, pulling the camera back.

"Liar. You're fucking gorgeous. And I want pictures of you because I don't have any. You have hundreds of photos of me in various states of nakedness, but I don't have a single one of you, and frankly, I think that's unfair." The whole point of becoming a photographer had been not to show up in any pictures and being able to hide behind his camera. Remus sighed and gave in.

"Fine then. But no posting on social media and no making fun of me." "You know I won't", Sirius promised, taking the camera from him "And don't break anything." "Just stand there." He gently dragged him into a corner of their living room. The light was falling through the window, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

For a while Sirus thought, wrote down some poses on a notepad before looking back to Remus. "alright then." He stepped towards him, one hand on his chest, softly backing him against the wall. "Relax. It's just you and me here", he whispered gently. It took him a few seconds, but eventually, Remus relaxed against his touch.

With a smile, Sirius drew back, pointing the camera and clicking a few times.

"Your settings are wrong", Remus teased from his spot, shifting slightly. "How do you know that?" "Because I know the last pictures I took with this camera and I know that that won't work for posing-pictures."

"Can you fix them, please?" Sirius looked up at him with his best doe-eyes. Remus smiled and took the cam back, changing the exposure time and focus, before handing it back to Sirius. "There you go, try again."

This time Sirius kissed him before pushing him back, leaving Remus with half-open lips and the best look in his eyes. The perfect picture.

"And you say, you're not pretty", he grinned as he stepped back to choose the next pose.

"Get on your knees." "Wow, that escalated quicker than I expected", Remus grinned but obeyed. "Well, what can I say, you look hot on your knees", Sirius replied. He lifted his chin with one hand while taking the pictures with the other one.

After a few shots, he bit his lip. "Can you try looking a little more in love? This is your boyfriend before you after all." Remus laughed and his features softened immediately. "Perfect."

"Are you done yet?" "One more?" Remus rolled his eyes but who was he to say no to Sirius Black.

The model went over his list, obviously having trouble deciding. Remus peaked over his shoulder, pointing to one idea on the list. "That one." Sirius looked up at him. "Isn't that a bit basic?" "Exactly. I can do basic. Basic is easy." Remus shrugged.

"Alright then, get the chair." They sat the chair with the back towards the camera so that Remus could take the typical teacher/dad pose, which came almost naturally to him. Somehow that was even more attractive to Sirius than the entire rest of the photoshoot.

When they were finished Sirius went through the photos, before showing the good ones to Remus.

"You know the camera lies, right? I don't look nearly as good as that in reality. That's just light and angles and all that." "I think I'll be in judge of that. After all, I'm the one who actually looks at you in reality." Before Remus could argue with him, Sirius kissed him.

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years ago

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Drunken Confessions || Sirius Black x Reader {Marauders Era}

Summary: You and Sirius always had feelings for each other but you kept it a secret because you two didn't get along. That is until you start dating an exchange student from Ilvermorny. Sirius can't stand seeing you two together all the time so one day he decides he's had enough and confesses his feelings to you under the influence of alcohol.

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), slow burn, unrequited love (but actually mutual pining), kinda enemies to lovers, cheating I guess (the reader is in love with Sirius while dating another guy), mentions of Snape being a jerk to the reader and Lily for being muggleborns, mentions of Jily, Modern AU (so they can have phones to make the prompt make sense), love confessions, fluff, Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

English is not my first language

Word count: 6500

Notes: Basen on a request with the prompt 7 from my 600 Followers Celebration Prompt List

Sirius was watching you from his place at the Gryffindor table lost in thought. You were with him again. Ever since the Ilvermorny exchange students had arrived you hadn't left the side of this Ben guy and he couldn't take it anymore. Everywhere you went he was by your side, holding your hand, carrying your books, lending you his jacket when you got cold... doing all the things he wanted to do for you.

He knew that was impossible, you hated him and barely spoke to him in class, but his dreams didn't hurt anyone. Sirius knew you were polar opposites. You were introverted, quiet, rule-abiding, and popular for your kindness and general cheerfulness, the exact opposite of all the things his name was known for at school. You had never gotten along very well for those reasons, you always saw him as an incompetent buffoon —and you being friends with Snape didn't help his case—, but he had a crush on you from the first moment he saw you. And as much as he knew that a relationship between you was as likely to happen as Snape becoming funny, Sirius couldn't help but feel his insides bubbling with jealousy every time this Ben guy touched you.

From what Sirius had heard, he was an old friend of yours who you hadn't seen for years after he moved back to America with his family. You were thrilled to have the opportunity to spend time with him after so long and it showed in the amount of time you spent together. Sirius could swear that there wasn't a moment of the day when he looked at you and Ben wasn't standing next to you. But no matter how much you insisted that you were just friends, he knew that was a lie. There was more than friendship in your eyes when you looked at each other and he hated it.

He hated it because it meant he truly didn't have a chance with you. You weren't someone who enjoyed casual dating, so if you were in a relationship with Ben like he assumed that meant you really loved him. You were in love with Ben and Sirius could do nothing but admire your happiness from a distance while the bitterness of loneliness consumed his insides.

Of course he was never really alone, but none of the girls he dated from time to time compared to you. You were something special, a girl of singular beauty, the calm his troubled soul so desperately needed. But you were unobtainable for someone like him, so he had to learn to live with the knowledge that he could never hold your hand or feel your lips on his, something that became more difficult when he saw you walking through the halls of Hogwarts with Ben, knowing that he had everything he longed for. Sometimes Sirius wished he had never met you, he was sure that would be easier than forgetting you.

"Are you ready, Black?" your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, forcing him back to reality. At some point you had approached him without him even noticing, looking at him with a raised eyebrow as you waited for him to react. He saw that you were carrying your potions book, holding it tightly against your chest, and then remembered that you had agreed to get together after class to work on a project you had been assigned - he still couldn't believe how unlucky he was to end up paired with you of all people.

"Yeah, let's go" he muttered without paying much attention to his surroundings, getting up from the table and leaving his half-eaten plate of food behind.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, though it wasn't too hot thanks to the gentle breeze rustling the treetops. You wanted to take advantage of the nice weather, so you suggested going to the courtyard to work. Sirius agreed, thinking that the fresh air would help him stay calm by not being locked in a room with the sweet scent of your perfume attacking his nostrils.

The potion you had to brew for Friday's class was a bit more complicated than you both expected. It had a long list of steps and instructions that had to be strictly followed for the final preparation to be perfect —like cutting the ingredients in a specific way and adding them at a specific time. It took you several attempts to come up with a potion that was decent even though you two were top Gryffindor students. And even after spending all afternoon working on it, you still weren't finished. There were still a couple of things to do before you could let the concoction rest for 24 hours as the recipe indicated and the sun was starting to set.

"It's getting late," you muttered as you threw some herbs into the mixture. Sirius was stirring the cauldron with a blank stare, lost in thought. It was something you noticed him doing a lot lately. You wondered what it was that could have him so distracted, though you couldn't bring yourself to ask him. You weren't the kind of people who talked without ending up fighting. "Do you think we'll ever finish this thing?" you joked to lighten the mood.

"Slughorn better give us a good grade after this."Sirius let out a chuckle, looking up to meet your gaze.

"I hope so! Or I'll force it down his throat myself."

"I'll hold him down for you," he laughed, sparking a warm feeling inside you. You liked his laughter and knowing that you were the cause of it gave you a strange sense of pride. Not everyone could make the class clown laugh.

"I miss when Severus did all the work for me," you complained, grabbing the next ingredient for the potion. You, Lily and him used to do all the projects you could together, especially the potions ones. Severus was very good at the subject and far too controlling so most of the time he ended up doing everything himself because he couldn't stand it if you got something wrong. You didn't mind though, you liked learning through him, he was kind of grumpy but he was a good teacher when he wanted to be.

"Is it really bad between you, huh?" Sirius spoke in a soft tone, as if he was genuinely concerned about the big fight you'd had with one of your best friends. You were surprised by his interest given that he was the #1 Snape hater. You expected a sarcastic comment from him or a mocking remark, but instead he seemed genuinely interested in hearing you talk about your problems. It was kind of weird, you guys didn't usually share those kinds of moments, but you decided to give him a chance.

"Yeah, Lily and I are pretty sad about it, but we couldn't keep pretending... Severus changed, he's not the same guy I met on the train five years ago" you murmured, your voice muffled by sadness. It was hard to lose a friend and even harder to lose one the way you and Lily had lost Severus. The way he had treated you, the names he had called you, no friend would ever be able to be so cruel. "Or maybe he's more himself, I don't know anymore... I feel like I don't know him anymore. Maybe I never did."

Sirius felt pure hatred coursing through his veins as he saw the sadness in your eyes. He wanted to kill Snape for daring to make you suffer by calling you that derogatory word. He always knew Snivellus was an idiot, but he had outdone himself by hurting you and Lily like that. You were two of the sweetest, kindest people he had ever met and Snape had been lucky enough to call you his friends. Sirius couldn't believe how he had been such an idiot to lose you two when you were the best thing that had ever happened to him in his miserable, boring life. He would regret that for the rest of his days, Sirius was sure of it.

"I'm sorry," Sirius said with sincerity in his voice. The hand that wasn't stirring the cauldron hovered over yours for a few seconds, trying to decide whether it was appropriate to touch you or not.

You weren't friends so physical contact was a rare thing for you. You didn't even hug occasionally to celebrate Gryffindor's victory in a Quidditch match —in fact, you were lucky if you talked for more than five minutes without arguing—, so he wasn't sure how you would react. But on second thought, you also didn't share intimate moments like this one, filled with meaningful words about your feelings, so he decided to give it a shot.

You looked up to stare at him when you felt the warmth of his hand on yours. The contact awakened a wave of electricity in your body, the skin on your hand tingling under his touch. It was something you had never felt before and it did nothing but raise doubts and confusion in your mind.

"I mean, I know Snape and I have our differences and I don't like him, but still I'm sorry about what happened. He was your friend and it sucks that everything ended this way." You were surprised by the kindness in Sirius' voice. He sounded genuinely sorry for what had happened and not at all smug at being the one who had warned you of his bad side all these years. Was this a sign that he was finally maturing?

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," you sighed, shrugging. "But you're not the one that should be apologizing. I mean, you warned me about him, I just... I couldn't see it. I didn't want to see it. It kinda sucks to learn that your friend hates you for being born, I guess."

"You shouldn't listen to him. Having Lily and you as friends was the best thing that could have happened to him and he's a fucking idiot for not seeing that." Sirius tightened his grip on your hand as a sign of support and you smiled at him, feeling the warmth invade your insides once more. It was a comfortable warmth, a feeling that made you feel safe.

"You're a brilliant witch and you should never let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Thank you, Sirius. I kinda needed to hear that." After all you had been through —having to listen to someone so close to you belittle you for being a Muggle-born wizard— you had fallen into the trap of doubting your abilities. But hearing a wizard as talented as Sirius praise you like that made you feel better. "Look at us! Who would have thought that we were capable of having a normal conversation?" you laughed and he followed suit.

"It's what I've been trying to tell you all these years!" You shared a laugh that felt all too genuine. For the first time since you had known each other you were having a good time together. However, the fun was interrupted by Ben's voice calling your name in the distance.

“There you are! I've been looking for you all day,” he said with an innocent smile. You removed your hand from under Sirius' quickly, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by either boy.

"I'm sorry! We're doing our potions homework and it is taking a bit longer than we thought it would" you explained to Ben, suddenly nervous. You had nothing to hide, you and Sirius were just doing your homework, so why was your stomach turning with nervousness? "We're almost done with the first part, so you can stay with us if you want" you offered. Ben was about to sit down with you, when Sirius' voice interrupted him.

"There's no need, I can finish the rest by myself," he assured you, trying hard to hide the bitterness in his voice. The last thing he wanted at that moment was to share space with Ben. You'd had such a nice evening, he'd rather take that and not have to put up with your public displays of affection.

"Are you sure? I can help you. I mean, I want to. It's our project." You found it strange the way Sirius suddenly seemed to want to get rid of you. You thought you were having a good time together.

"Yes it's fine! Go have fun and I'll see you tomorrow after class to finish it."

You wanted to say something, to insist on staying to help him, but he seemed very determined to finish the first part of the preparation alone so you just nodded. You rose from your place and waved him goodbye, agreeing on a time to meet tomorrow before taking Ben's hand and walking towards the castle. As you walked away you couldn't help but wonder if you had done something wrong to make him angry. Though what stood out the most to you was how much his rejection seemed to affect you.

The potions class the next day only stirred up more confusion within you, not because of the project - Professor Slughorn told you that you were on the right track when you showed him the state of your potion - but because of your feelings for Sirius. Among other potions of advanced difficulty, Professor Slughorn introduced the class to Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in existence. Everyone crowded around the professor's desk where the cauldron of steaming liquid rested, desperate to smell the steam rising in spirals and discover the scent of love. All except Lily and you, who stayed at the back of the room and only approached when the rest of the class began to disperse.

There was something about the promise of discovering smells that attracted you even if you didn't know it that terrified you. You both knew very well what you might encounter because no matter how hard you tried to hide it, the feelings were there, but you didn't want to be confronted with the obvious confirmation that the scent of Amortentia would provide. If it were up to you, you would never have gone near that cauldron, but Professor Slughorn invited you when he saw that you were not moving and you could not refuse. So, letting out a sigh, you approached the desk and reluctantly smelled the potion.

The first aroma that attacked your nostrils was that of freshly brewed coffee, the only thing that could get you out of bed on cold mornings. Then the coffee morphed into the smell of parchment and old books that flooded the school library, where you spent most of your afternoons doing your homework. It was a scent you had come to love as you associated it with Hogwarts and the wonders of the magical world, a place that had become your second home and that you missed like crazy during the school breaks.

You were happy with your experience with Amortentia, letting out a sigh of relief as you discovered that it evoked familiar and harmless smells for you, things you already knew you found pleasant. But just as you were walking away from the cauldron, the third smell attacked you. And this time it wasn't as harmless as the others. Far from it, it turned your world upside down.

You wished it was Ben's cologne or even the smell of his shampoo, anything to reassure you that you were doing the right thing by dating him. But the strong smell of musk and cigarettes that assaulted your nose was a loud and clear message: it was Sirius that your heart truly desired.

Lily looked just as horrified as you did when you returned to your seats, and despite the fact that neither of you mentioned the Amortentia for the rest of the day, you didn't have to talk about it to know what had happened. You knew each other well enough to know that the damn potion had only confirmed your greatest fears: you were in love with Sirius and she was in love with James.

Your mood was ruined after that potions class, your mind too preoccupied with finding another explanation for smelling Sirius' very essence in the Amortentia to concentrate on anything else. There was no way you could accept that you were in love with him. No. There had to be another explanation. You couldn't be in love with him. He was arrogant and annoying, always thinking he was smarter and funnier than he actually was. He was the complete opposite of you and there was no way you could be in love with him. Not when you had a kind and wonderful guy who loved and respected you by your side.

Ben was your friend, someone you had shared beautiful moments with. He understood you better than anyone and even though you hadn't seen each other for a couple of years, he hadn't changed at all. You had a special bond that had not faded with the passage of time. You two together made sense. He was probably the most appropriate guy for you in all of Hogwarts. So why couldn't you love him like he loved you?

When you met Sirius at the agreed time and place you immediately noticed that the atmosphere was different from the previous day. Yesterday you had managed to create a pleasant working environment and even ended up sharing an intimate and meaningful moment that you would never have expected to have with him. But today there was nothing but tension in the air as you sat next to him, pulling your potions book out of your backpack to read the recipe for the thousandth time. You both seemed to be in a bad mood and the fact that your phone was ringing every five minutes with messages from Ben didn't help.

"What's wrong with lover boy today? Can't he see that you're busy?" There was something about the annoyed, sarcastic tone in which Sirius said that that you didn't like. Maybe it was your bad mood exaggerating things, but he had no right to speak to you in that tone.

"We're going on a date to Hogsmeade today and he's just making sure I remember it, that's all." you said through gritted teeth, thinking you didn't have to explain anything to him.

"He sent you like a thousand texts already, does he think you're dumb or something?" Sirius couldn't explain what had gotten into him either. He assumed he still hadn't recovered from watching you leave with your boyfriend yesterday while he stayed behind. Having smelled your perfume on the Amortentia didn't help him either, especially since you kept reminding him that you weren't his and never would be.

"No, he just misses me," you replied reluctantly, rolling your eyes.

You decided not to speak anymore after that in order to keep the peace between you, limiting yourself to opening your mouth only to talk about the potion you were brewing. However, you were both in such a bad mood that you ended up arguing about that as well, further delaying the process and damning yourselves to spend more time together.

"Do you mind finishing it alone? It's getting late and I have to go get ready." you asked when you saw how late it was getting. You had less than half an hour to get ready for your date and meet the rest of the students going to Hogsmeade or you would miss the trip altogether.

"Actually, I do. This is your project too and I'm not going to do this all by myself." Sirius knew he was being irrational, looking for excuses to force you to stay with him. He didn't care that you were fighting as long as it meant you wouldn't go on your date with Ben. He was being selfish and he wasn't proud of it, but jealousy was getting the better of him.

"What?" The question sounded more like an exclamation of surprise, looking at Sirius with narrowed eyes as you tried to find some indication on his face that he was joking. When you found none, you let out a sigh of disbelief. Yesterday he hadn't hesitated to kick you out and now he was complaining about working alone? It didn't make any sense.

"What the hell is your problem today? Why are you acting like a jerk all of a sudden?"

"I have a problem?" Sirius laughed sarcastically. "And what about your little boyfriend? He's the one who can't seem to leave you alone for five minutes." It was obvious what Sirius' problem was at this point, but you were too annoyed to notice the jealousy in his voice.

"What does he have to do with anything?" Confusion was written all over your face, anger evident in your stiff posture and your arms crossed over your chest. What was his fucking problem?

"Nothing, he's a saint. He never does anything wrong" he muttered between his teeth, as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. But despite his low tone of voice, you heard him with perfect clarity.

"Why do you care so much about him?" You were tired of beating around the bush, you needed answers. You needed to hear him say what he really thought. You needed to know if behind his teasing and sarcastic remarks hid at least a hint of jealousy —if you weren't the only one who felt something.

Your eyes begged him for an honest answer, but Sirius didn't have the courage - or the composure - he needed to give it to you at that moment. "I don't care about him or you," he said instead. "You know what? Go with him, don't keep him waiting. I'll finish this later."

Without another word, Sirius got up and gathered his things from the table, disappearing behind the door in a matter of seconds. You watched him walk away not knowing what to do or say, feeling the lump in your throat tighten to the point where you found it hard to breathe.

He didn't care about you.

"Okay, what's wrong with you?" Ben asked you after spending the last five minutes talking without an answer from you. It was obvious something was wrong with you, you had been distracted since you left the castle.

"What?" Looking up from the teacup in front of you, you met your boyfriend's worried gaze and your heart broke a little more. Why did everything have to be so complicated? You were in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, the most romantic place in Hogsmeade accompanied by the most wonderful guy in the world and your mind was still thinking about Sirius. "Oh, nothing. I'm a little tired, that's all." You put on a smile, but Ben knew you too well to notice that it wasn't genuine.

"C'mon! Something is bothering you, what is it?" he insisted and you answered his question immediately, not with words, but with your eyes.

Just as Ben stretched his hand across the table to rest it on yours, your eyes wandered to the store window. Among the people walking through the streets of Hogsmeade you were able to make out Sirius, who was walking by while holding hands with a Hufflepuff girl. Your expression changed immediately, sadness evident in your eyes as you made eye contact with the guy who didn't seem to want to leave your thoughts. He looked at you as he crossed the street, his eyes traveling to where your hand joined Ben's on the table. And then his eyes shifted to the girl laughing next to him, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek as they walked past you.

"It's him, isn't it?" Ben's voice managed to get your attention again and you turned to look at him. He knew, you could see it in his eyes. He knew your little secret.

“Huh?”

“Sirius. He’s the one you want.” The certainty in his voice made you feel like the worst human being in the history of mankind. He was sure of what he was saying, he had no doubt that he wasn't the one you really loved.

"What? No! Sirius and I aren't even friends." You didn't know why you were lying, you knew Ben had figured you out. You supposed it was because you refused to admit your true feelings out loud. Saying it made it real, it stopped being a bunch of doubts and guesses that haunted your mind late at night and became the cruel and painful reality. You were not ready for that. "I have you, why would I want to be with anyone else?"

"I see the way you look at him when you think nobody is watching you." Ben stated and the smile on your face vanished. "If he's the one you truly want, then you should be with him."

"A relationship between us would never work, we are not compatible." You tried to sound casual, to hide your feelings in a joke, but your voice came out sour, revealing the truth of your heart. "I'm with you now! And you are infinitely better to me than he is. We actually get along."

"Maybe, but you don't love me like you love him." Ben was calm, too calm for anyone in the position he was in. He didn't sound angry or devastated. It was as if he'd had time to process the situation, as if he'd surrendered to the reality that confronted him every time you looked at Sirius a long time ago. He had already mourned your relationship and you wondered how long he had known about your true feelings —certainly longer than you had known yourself.

"Ben, I-" you tried to speak, feeling the burn of tears building up in your eyes, but he interrupted you.

"I get it, Y/N. It's not your fault. It's not anybody's fault. We can't choose who we fall in love with... and I can't force you to love me."

"But I do love you, Ben."

"I know you do, but not like I love you." The calm in his voice destroyed you. No matter how hard it was for you to admit it, he was right. You loved him, but as a friend. All this time you had tried so hard to make that change, trying to force your heart to forget Sirius, but it was simply impossible. And in the process you had ended up hurting one of the most important people in your life.

“And that’s fine, I’m not mad at you for not loving me.” Ben continued, giving you a small smile that did little to ease the pain in your heart. You were a horrible person and honestly he deserved someone better than you. "But I need you to be honest with me, because I value our friendship and I don't want to lose it too. So if you love him then say it and we'll break up right now. Maybe that way we can save our friendship."

You didn't see the point in continuing to lie. It was more than clear that you loved Ben very much, but your heart belonged to someone else. Continuing to deny it would only hurt you and him more and that was the last thing you wanted. Your deceptions had done enough damage, you didn't want to lose the beautiful bond that held you together - though there was no doubt that it wouldn't be the same after this.

"I'm sorry," you whispered in a broken voice as a couple of tears escaped your eyes. "I never meant for any of this to happen, I-"

"It's okay. Like I said, it's nobody's fault." Ben comforted you, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. It was ironic that he was the one making you feel better when you had been the one to hurt him, but your mind was so full of conflicting thoughts and feelings that you weren't able to realize at the time how terrible it was. "Now, what do you say we get out of here? I'll buy you anything you want from Honeydukes."

The Hufflepuff party was exactly what Sirius needed at that moment. Loud music and lots of alcohol were the perfect combination to take his mind off you, at least for a few hours. He gave into the euphoria of the moment, losing himself in Amy's lips as they danced. It worked wonders for a while, but the more intoxicated he became, the harder it was for him to control his mind, which kept imagining that it was your hands caressing his body, your lips kissing him desperately, your hips grinding against his to the rhythm of the music, and not Amy’s.

It became obvious that there was nothing he could do to get you out of his mind, so Sirius came up with a dumb excuse for Amy and disappeared into the sea of people before she could say a word back to him. He stumbled his way back to his dorm, cursing himself for drinking so much. Luckily he didn't run into anyone in the halls and was able to get to his bed in one piece. The room was empty since his friends were still at the party, so he had the privacy he needed to sink into his misery.

Why couldn't he be the one holding your hand while you enjoyed a date at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop? Sirius hated that place, it was too cheesy for him, but he hated even more to see you there with another guy. He should be the one taking you on dates around Hogsmeade and buying you gifts. He wanted to walk hand in hand with you and carry your books through the halls of the school. He wanted to be yours and for you to be his, why was that so hard?

He should have said it a long time ago, maybe if he had been honest in the past his present would be different. Maybe he would be the one you would be texting every five minutes and not that idiot Ben.

Then an idea popped into his mind. It was a terrible one, but his brain was too intoxicated to realize what he was about to do. He fumbled in the dark for his phone, which was forgotten among the mess of sheets he called a bed. The brightness of the screen blinded him for a moment, hurting his sensitive eyes, but he managed to find your name in his contacts despite the difficulties.

'You up?' Typing that message took him longer than it should have, but he didn't care. He was determined to fix his mistakes and there was nothing that could make him change his mind.

He waited a few minutes for a reply, but it never came. He figured that was normal since it was late at night. You weren't a party girl, so you were probably already asleep. However, Sirius didn't let that discourage him, opting to leave you a voicemail instead.

"I know you're probably sleeping right now, but I can't wait any longer to tell you this..." he began, pausing for a long moment as he tried to organize his thoughts. "I lied, I do care about you... I care about you and Ben being together cause... cause I should be in his place. I like you, Y/N, a lot actually, and seeing you with him is torture. And I know you're happy with him and that he's better than me, but... I just... I wish I was the one you loved, cause I love you and I'm tired of hiding it. I love you and I wish things could be different between us."

Sirius sent the message before his brain recovered from his drinking enough to make him change his mind. It felt good to finally let go of years of pent up feelings, he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. In the state he was in he wasn't able to realize what a mess his confession could create, so he rolled over in bed and in a matter of minutes he was asleep, safe in the calm that ignorance gave him.

Sirius' deep, raspy voice was the first thing you heard on the cloudy Saturday morning. You were the last of all your roommates to wake up, probably because you spent the night tossing and turning in bed as you reviewed the events of the day. You didn't feel like leaving the bed yet, so you curled up between the sheets and grabbed your phone to distract your mind.

As you turned on the device's screen Sirius' name flashed among the notifications. Talking to him was the last thing you wanted to do at that moment, but curiosity got the better of you when you saw the time he had texted you. His voice was slow and low, almost a hoarse whisper. The way he slurred his words as he spoke told you he was drunk, although all those details stopped mattering to you when you heard the content of his message.

He loved you?

You sat on your bed in complete shock for a couple of minutes, your eyes glued to the wall as you replayed his message over and over again to make sure it wasn't some kind of hyper-realistic hallucination.

He loved you.

You were just beginning to lighten up at the thought of your feelings being reciprocated when a small detail dawned on you: Sirius was drunk. He had sent you that message when he was under the influence of alcohol. He wasn't himself and therefore you couldn't trust his words.

But this time instead of sitting around assuming things, you decided to do something about it. You needed to know if his words were real, if he truly felt for you all he claimed in his message.

You were dressed and down the stairs in less than five minutes, focused on finding Sirius. You scanned the entire common room with your eyes, looking for his long brown hair and leather jacket among the crowd of students lounging on couches or doing homework at desks, getting as much work done as they could before exams. He was nowhere to be seen, but your eyes did meet his friends gathered at the side, chatting and laughing as they always did.

"Hey! I'm looking for Sirius, do you guys have any idea of where he might be?" you asked them as you approached them, shamelessly interrupting their conversation. There was a moment of silence where they all shared a look before James gave you the answer you were looking for.

"He's in bed with the worst hangover of his life," he said. "Why...?" James tried to find out what it was you wanted with his friend, but you disappeared up the stairs before he could finish the sentence.

You made your way to his bedroom without a second thought. You had been there a couple of times in the past so you knew the way. This time was different from the others though. On the previous occasions you were accompanied by Lily and you were usually there to complain about something James and Sirius had done. But this time you weren't there to fight with him like a couple of immature children. You were looking for him to discuss whatever it was that you had going on, so normally the nerves were slowly taking over your system. Still, you tried to keep them from affecting your mind, confidently knocking on his bedroom door to hide the fact that your heart was beating with a pace that was probably unhealthy.

"Is it true?" was the first thing you said to him when Sirius opened the door. He looked like he was just getting up, his long hair tangled and his eyes narrowed as if the light was bothering him.

It took Sirius a few seconds to comprehend what you were saying, struggling to remember the events of the night before. The throbbing pain in his head had improved, but that still didn't help him regain his memory. Everything was a confusing haze of images that passed too quickly. The harder he tried to remember, the more the details slipped away, as if they were a dream that was lost in his subconscious the moment he woke up.

But then his own voice echoed in his mind.

'I love you and I wish things could be different between us.'

"Oh," he murmured as the realization hit him. "You got my message, huh?" he added, stepping aside to let you into the room. The conversation that would follow was not one to be had in the hallway.

"That's it?" you said, watching as he sat back down on his bed. "That's all that you're going to say?"

"What more do you want me to say?" Sirius sighed, running his hand through his hair. "That I pictured our lives together a thousand times? That the sound of your laugh makes my heart race? That there's no other girl I want to be with?" he said, getting up once more to approach you. He raised his voice, but he didn't sound angry, just... frustrated. "What difference would that make? You're with him now, so it's too late." He turned his back to you since it was difficult for him to maintain eye contact with you while exposing his feelings. He hated feeling vulnerable, but there was no point in lying anymore.

"Not anymore." Your voice was low, almost a whisper, but loud enough for Sirius to hear you.

"What?" He turned, looking at you with eyes full of confusion and illusion.

"We broke up yesterday... he knew even before I did that my heart belonged to someone else... to the only guy I swore I wasn't gonna fall for." You let out a quiet laugh, finding the irony of the situation amusing.

"Wait, are you saying that...?" Sirius spoke cautiously, a part of him refusing to believe what you were saying.

"I'm saying that you were the one I smell in the Amortentia." You interrupted him, confirming his doubts before he could even pronounce them. "It's you, it's always been you."

Sirius didn't waste another second, closing the distance between you and crashing his lips against yours. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you lost yourself in the kiss, feeling the warmth of Sirius' body envelop you completely. It didn't feel real. After denying your feelings for so long it was hard to believe you were finally kissing him, but there was no denying the electricity that coursed through your body, reassuring you that it wasn't just a dream.

The world around you froze for an instant, all thoughts unrelated to Sirius disappeared from your mind as his lips caressed yours with desperation. It felt right, as if you were put into this world to be together. His lips connected with yours perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that had taken you too long to put together. But it was finally happening, after all the comings and goings you had found each other and neither of you planned on letting the other go.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x female reader #sirius black angst #sirius black fluff #sirius black x fem reader #sirius black #marauders era imagine #ro's 600 followers celebration

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the-ghost-of-asselus-cancri · 5 months ago

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"special gift"

fandom: arcana twilight

characters: summoner (mc) x sirius)

you were wide awake in the middle of the night, too anxious to go back to sleep, yet too tired and exhausted to take a walk in the park behind the mansion to clear your head of any troubling thoughts, buzzing like a cluster of unruly bees in your clouded consciousness.

the image of badly wounded sirius painfully stuck in your tired mind: his black, shimmering hair, usually gracefully styled, now a distorted mess, pieces of his clothes sizzling away from magical burns and his body covered in sharp, deep cuts, scarlet blood and many bruises. a horrible realization suddenly strikes you: spica would actually end his life right then and there, if it weren't for alpheratz's messed up mana flow making him faint in the middle of a fight, practically saving the opposing sorcerer from any repercussions or death itself.

a conflicted mess of emotions, like an overflowing river, made you shiver, as you took a ring, a small gift from sirius from the better times back then, and twiddled with it, the bright stone reminiscent of his ever changing eyes, mysteriously shining in the moon light. you wondered how sirius faired in this trying times: was he alone in this plan, healing his injuries by himself, or were there other ones in on it, scheming behind the shsdows? you put in on your finger, cold metal unpleasanttly grounding you back in reality, yet making you feel nostalgic despite everything that happened.

you opened your stella tab and decided to see if another one of his burner magical tabs was on. since sirius was wanted by the law, it was almost an every day occurrence that he changed his number constantly, his old stella tab presumably broken, as to avoid any possible meanings of easy traction. he admitted jokingly that sending you pigeon letters would be a better, safer alternative, and you almost suggested doing just that, until he laughed out loud at your determined expression in response to a half hearted sarcastic one liner.

"hey, you up?" you learnt not to question sirius about whatever this oath of his was, because somewhere deep inside you knew that he would never give you a proper answer, until the right time comes around.

"you shouldn't be up this late, summoner. is something bothering you?" you smiled, though it was bitter sweet, and wanted to type out "yes, you" but restrained yourself, not wanting this conversation to become an another pointless interrogation.

"what's with the stone in the ring you've given me?"

"it doesn't suit your taste in jewelry?"

"no, it's not that! does it have any meaning behind it?"

"oh, so the summoner wants my gift to be special, huh? never took you as a sentimental person."

"stop teasing me, sirius! just answer the question, or I'm going back to sleep"

"sorry, sorry, my fault, I shall tease you no more. in fact, I'm glad you asked, since this particular stone, opal, does, in fact, have a special meaning. it's my birthstone, would you believe it? it usually represents hope and, well, good karma, though I don't think these qualities suit me very well, you, on the other hand... you're like a guiding light to me, summoner, and i hope you will shine blidingly for me until the very end"

"is this one of your plays again?"

"so you think a man on the run has nothing better to do than to write a dramatic play? I'm just kidding, though I meant it, summoner, every word. this text conversation is making me miss you. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way, I really am. please stay away from the other towers, reject spica's insane ideas, if you must. stay safe, (_) "

"you too, sirius"

"I miss you"

"I know"

#arcana twilight #artw #arcana twilight x reader #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight sirius #artw sirius #artw summoner #arcana twilight scenarios #artw scenarios

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thisnameisnotspokenfor · 1 month ago

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The Breaking point Analysis

Warning: do not read this post if you have not read chapter 36! You have been WARNED

Also I wrote this when I was sleepy at 2 am so sorry if it doesn’t make any sense.

Now I usually try to avoid making posts where I openly discuss stuff in my story- but after all the issues this chapter gave me- I wanted to do this.

The breaking point is a weird chapter for me it’s both one of my favorite and least favorite chapters- but it’s a contradictory chapter within itself. It’s one that is both a payoff and build up in a sort of way…

Think about it in Chapter 33 Tomas writes this in his journal:

‘To die and leave behind so many unfinished things was my worst fear. A fear that may very well become a reality given my current situation. “You expect me to still be alive by then?”

What was Tomas’s worst fear became Asha’s breaking point, and it’s all so tragic when you realize the similarities between the two. Both were fairly young when they got to meet the stars and ended up running into trouble with the crimson court or a seperate entity armed with similiar powers. Both being novices had to rely on a yellow/blue star to keep them safe while said star worked with an ulterior motive.

It’s strange right?

We don’t know how Tomas’s adventure or experience with Sirius ended. All we know for now is that he did not want his daughter to get involved in his past/legacy. Which ofc in and of itself can and does bring up a lot of questions but the worst part is that Tomas is gone and now he’ll never get a chance to fairly explain himself to his daughter. Their relationship and perhaps even her perception of him will change because of this which is something I think we could all say wouldn’t have been something Tomas would have ever wanted.

For all the work Tomas put in to build and help others he couldn’t stop his worst fear from coming true- and that’s what makes it all even worse.

But the tragedy or rather my favorite part of the breaking point isn’t just there- it’s in everything Asha doesn’t say, or rather what she inadvertently confronts herself with.

When Asha’s justification for the past 5 years of her life unravels who do we see appear before her? Everyone higher on the social ladder, with even the apprentices making sneer remarks on how Asha was never one of them, how she’s unwanted or mocking her for Cepheus. It’s a sharp contrast to how she dismisses their mistreatment of her, but deep down she does care and it really does bother her

So many things she’s told Ceph that she’s seemingly gotten over comes back to haunt her in this conversation- not having powers, not having a noble title or not being able to win Ignacio’s heart, not being able to believe in wishes after the power failed to save her father and grandmother but it’s not just her realizing it, but it’s her hating herself for it.

She hates herself so much that she believes all the mistreatment she receives is justified because of it. She hates herself for purposelessly existing in a world with so many fantastical beings and people. But most of all she blames herself for not being able to save her father and grandmother.

Remember this line from Chapter 33? It’s the question Sabino confronts her with:

“Do you think your father would’ve valued this kingdom over the wellbeing of his only daughter?”

And Asha cannot answer. She in fact just changes the subject!

But it’s worth mentioning the things she thinks in that moment:

The answer seemed so obvious, but their unfinished star maps and broken dreams had made her wonder.

Shes doubting the love her father had for her (which has aged like cheese lol) because remember she could plan to make star maps in advance with him but all magnifico had to do was show up one night and her father would promptly cancel with her. We see this in one of her dreams:

Chapter 12: the dream

“Papa?” she whispered.

“Tomorrow,” he said softly, in a tone that made her heart sink.

That was what he’d always tell her on nights when he was too busy to take her stargazing. When his friend would come to whisk him away for weeks, maybe even months at a time.

Her heart began to ache as she cast the beautifully clear sky a glance, knowing that tonight would not be the night she’d spend perfecting her star map with her father.

It’s an arguably selfish realization to reach, but I suppose in the mind of someone with deep insecurity and terrible self loathing it’s just a hint of the cracks about to form in their relationship. given what we know now it’s one that I think has aged with a terrible vengeance as Asha’s mind seems to think that the reason why her father wouldn’t let her know about his legacy is because she’s a disappointment.

You can even see it here in how she contemplates the question.

Why wouldn’t he? Between her and the kingdom, at least the kingdom had offered a sense of refuge and hope for its people. What had she done? Other than crying, failing, and running around aimlessly, not much. Everything she’d achieved and promised had only been because of the star, not herself.

What is said in chapter 36:

“Are you?” the king asked, watching as she hesitated . “Because the last time I checked, you and your lack of powers weren’t the reason that it got fixed.

“Or the reason that the market got decorated,” Lady Allard sobbed, as she gingerly held her bandaged arm.

Chapter 33:

There’s a reason why her father’s projects and dreams had never gotten off the ground. How could they when he had an unspectacular daughter like her at the helm of each project? Her poor father, if only he’d known just how doomed his projects had been when he’d promised her that they could build them together.

What Velius tells her in Chapter 36:

“You accomplish nothing yet you still manage to cause more trouble than you are worth. Then you wonder why people struggle to believe in the projects and ideas you helm.”

What Asha thinks in chapter 33:

Maybe he should’ve wished for a better daughter…

Whats said in chapter 36 by the king:

Maybe your grandmother and father still would’ve been here as they’d not only have the child they deserved but one that could have ultimately saved them…”

((I don’t think it’s a coincidence))

But it’s very funny to see it when you realize that last chapter (chapter 35) she tells Ceph this:

“But that resilience wasn’t enough to save her from a broken heart…our wishes weren’t enough…nothing we did was enough!..” she nearly yelled as her eyes narrowed. Disgust and anger filled her as she spat, “After that…I just couldn’t bring myself to believe in them again…how could I? All I’d ever wanted was for my Dad to be healthy again, and for my family to be whole once more…Was that so wrong to wish for?

But now we see that it’s Not just the wishes that isn’t enough, but herself. And maybe that’s why she can’t wish for anything because deep down she feels like it just won’t come true because she isn’t deserving of it.

That’s why she doesn’t bother challenging magnifico about his wish granting despite knowing that he’ll definitely pass over some urgent wishes. It’s not because she inherently agrees with it but it’s because she doesn’t think she has the place to say otherwise especially to someone like magnifico who is the opposite of her.

Then there’s the part about her feelings for Ceph. Hearing that he was entertained and pursued by princesses has to be absolutely crushing when you realize Asha’s financial situation and the girls she notices he happily entertains.

But that’s not even the worst part- notice how she calls out her grandfather for this:

“Mean?!” her grandfather stammered. “He’s the one leading you on and making your life harder, yet you call me the mean one?!”

She responds with this:

“Cepheus isn’t leading me on! Saba why can’t you just understand that he’s only trying to help me because he’s my friend?!”

And later confessed that Cepheus is one of the few bright spots in her life:

“He’s the only reason you got out of that forest unharmed!” Asha cried as she pointed at her grandfather. “The only reason why I got to stay home…and the only reason why the tree got healed! If he hadn’t been there then…then…” her voice trailed off as she took in the shocked expression on her grandfather’s face. But it had been the disappointment in both the eyes of her mother and grandfather that had hurt her far more than the assassins had as she lowered her head, whispering, “I…I can’t take it anymore! Everything has been so terrible for me lately, everything except for this, for him!

But ironically we see later on that her argument is used against her.

The guilt over the Clariveaus, the queen, Julian and lady Allard also eat away at her as well, reminding her that no matter just how much she comes to care and Cepheus, that deep down she’s just as responsible as he is for the suffering he’s caused.

She even hears the figures say that Cepheus is incapable of ever loving her back or is only using her for what he wants. She likens it to her experience with Ignacio, which if you think about it does sorta share some similarities.

Then there’s the helplessness she feels despite giving him credit. Even before Asha spirals you can see it usually eating away at her as she starts to think that maybe Magnifico’s advisors had a point. And it’s not just a point she hates conceding too but rather one that haunts her so badly that she fears that if she moves elsewhere her experience will repeat itself.

“I don’t think you can. You could move away, but the results would still be the same. I don’t need you, nor does the world for that matter. Our power far exceeds anything your little science could compensate you with…

On a side note I honestly feel as if jealousy is an unspoken facet of Asha’s character because it’s so deeply hidden behind the insecurities that it’s hard to tell. But I think the jealousy is born not so much out of a yearning to have but moreso a yearning to belong. She wants so badly to be trusted, to be understood and maybe even loved, but after so many failures I think she’s come to realize that it’s not worth the risk. She’s terrified of failure and the burn that comes with it.

She compared herself to Icarus at one point- reaching for stars that would consistently burn her. But isn’t there something ironic about someone who is so deeply insecure, so self-loathing who doesn’t even think she deserves the most simplest of things to compare themselves to a cautionary tale of overconfidence, and ambition?

But there’s one more thing I would like to bring up:

Why would Asha want to burn her storybook? It’s full of fairy tales isn’t it? Something similiar to the world she lives in and wants to be apart of. But the reasoning that the ‘king’ gives to her is that ‘she doesn’t deserve it.’

I personally believe that this sorta extends beyond the physical sense- so it’s not the king saying she doesn’t deserve to physically have the book but moreso she doesn’t deserve to entertain herself with fairy tale like dreams when none of hers ever came true. It’s her self loathing in full display because that book used to be everything she ever represented, and she was going to burn the symbol of who she once was, who she once dreamed to be in a perfect world along with the book of her dreams for how she turned out in the real world. Completely and utterly destroying her future and aspirations because she no longer knows who she is.

It’s not until she sees herself in a mirror looking completely worn down and broken just like how the rest of the world sees her, and maybe like how the audience sees her, does she stop. Because now she realizes that she no longer knows what she’s doing.

And for someone like Asha who never usually confronted a problem without some semblance of a plan, who always bore things with a smile because she believed in an ultimate purpose, perphaps that’s the saddest part of it all.

#the kingdom of the stars #wish au #writers on tumblr #kingdom of the stars #analysis post #asha #im rambling now

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Project Eve (Harry Potter x reader) part 2

Synopsis: When accidentally sent back in time fifty years, Y/n turns to the most famous wizards for help

Y/n must attend her final years of school fighting for her life at Hogwarts while trying not to fall in love with one of the most famous wizards in the world

Authors note: omg thank you guys so much for actually enjoying the story like I just expected this to just float around. And I’m so sorry😭 like I can give a ton of excuses but I genuinely appreciate you guys reading it and patiently waiting

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“Lionel!” Y/n whisper shouted while catching the creature “You can’t do that” she tells him while pulling him close to her chest “They might send you back home if they catch you” but the small animal didn’t care, he still tried to wiggle out of her arms “What are you trying to get?” Y/n cautiously looked around the empty compartment “Lionel am I going to die?” She whispered while taking a small step forward. Wait… Y/n put the animal away in her pouch and knelt down to the ground no… I must be going crazy. She stood upright with a sigh, she’d miss the carriage ride to Hogwarts for her crazy pet for absolutely no reason. Well that was until she took another step and nearly tripped. Y/n knelt back down to feel the ground to see if her eyes truly deceived her, not daring to make a sound. Is this… Y/n grabbed a fistful of the invisible fabric and tugged on it to reveal a frozen Harry “We haven’t even arrived at Hogwarts and you’re already in trouble”

The two walked back to together Hogwarts in a comfortable silence, well not for Harry, he was embarrassed that Y/n found him in such a state

“Sorry you missed the carriage ride” he awkwardly spat out but she shrugged her shoulders

“I would’ve missed it anyway” she tells him while crossing her arms “At least now I have someone to walk with”

A smile forms on Harry’s lips but then a question begged to be answered “How did you find me?”

She then began to fidget “Well…my pet…must’ve smelt you” she looks over at him with a smile “Besides, I can recognize your smell anywhere”

Smell? Once Y/n turned back, Harry quickly sniffed his armpits “So…you have a pet?”

Y/n nodded “Lionel is a pain in the arse” she then turns back to him with a cheeky smile“But he’s my pain”

Harry smiles with her “I would love to meet him one day”

“Oh, about time” professor Flitwick sighs “I’ve been looking all over for you two” he opens his scrolls “Right, names?”

Harry frowns “Professor Flitwick, you’ve known me for five years”

The man shook his head “No exceptions Potter”

Y/n looked towards the group of unfamiliar people “Who are all of those people?”

“Aurors” Flitwick answered “For security”

The reality of the situation soon began to settle in Y/n’s stomach. This was real and they were going to war, this was truly life or death.

“Nice face Potter” Draco snarled but frowned once he looked over at you. Professor Snape hit the back of Draco’s head and urged him to continue his walk back to the castle.

“May I ask how you ended up with a broken nose?” She questioned while turning back to Harry

“Malfoy”

She nodded “I would’ve thought that after last year you would’ve left that family alone” as soon as the words left her lips, she regretted it. The painful thoughts of Sirius dying flooded both of their minds “Here” she pulls out her wand “Let me fix it for you”

Harry gives a greatful smile but was still lost in thought about Sirius, but not completely lost in thought to stop her from walking away “What? No kiss to make it better?”

Y/n gave the boy a surprised look “I thought you grew past this”

Harry shakes his head with a pout “It still really hurts”

With a playful roll of her eyes, she walks over to the boy did he grow a few inches? She holds onto his shoulders to jump onto her tip toes, and plants a gentle kiss onto his nose “All better now?” She barely whispers, afraid to move or breathe

“I think one more might help” Y/n’s face grew hot with embarrassment when did he become so…

“I think you need to learn to stay out of harms way” she moved away from him to continue their walk, trying to get her emotions in control “Well this is your stop” she tells him while stopping in front of the great hall

“You’re not coming to dinner?” He asked and she shook her head

“I’ve got to let Lionel out before he runs rampant again, but I’ll see you later” she turns to leave but Harry was eager to ask one last question

“Do I smell?”

☾

“Attention to detail is the prerequisite of all planning” Y/n did think she’d be learning a lot more spells in defense against the dark arts with Snape as professor, but her passion was in potions. There was absolutely nothing she had against Professor Slughorn, hell he seemed like a fun ditzy teacher, but Snape was the person who made her so passionate on potions “Ah” Slughorn whirls around “Harry my boy I was beginning to worry” Y/n’s eyes dart up to see Harry and Ron stumble into the room

I truly can’t escape him

“We don’t have any books” Harry tells the man

“Take what you need from the cupboard” Slughorn then turns back to the class “Now as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what they might be?” Hermione’s hand shot up “Miss L/n” all eyes fall on her “I hear from professor Snape that you’re a brilliant witch and incredibly talented in potions”

“Snape think highly of anyone?” Pansy snorts “She must be screwing him” a couple of students giggle but Y/n rolls her eyes and steps forward anyways

“That’s Veritaserum” she tells him “The truth telling serum” she looks over at the second pot “This is a polyjuice potion, tricky to make and disgusting to drink” Y/n paused as she watched as the two boys fought over the last book

What a dork

“And the last one is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world”

“Ahh, and you must be miss Granger” Y/n quickly looks away once the boys finally turned around

“Yes sir, may I continue?”

Might as well

Y/n fell back in line with the others with a irritated huff

If Snape were here, we’d probably be making these potions

She then scoffs

Who needs a love potion anyway….

Y/n’s lips form into a tight line

A love potion is quite literally the reason I’m stuck here

“Sir, you haven’t told us what was in that one” Katie points out and Slughorn grabs it with a smile

“What you see before you ladies and gentlemen is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis”

“Or your modern day liquid luck” Y/n muttered

“Yes miss L/n, liquid luck” he holds it up to show the class “Desperately tricky to make, disastrous if made wrong” now this caught her attention, a challenge, something worth her time. Who needs a small vial when you can craft the potion yourself? This could be her ticket home, maybe she just needed luck to be on her side to figure out what she was doing wrong.

Drought of living death?

Y/n scoffs

I could do that with my eyes closed

After all, it was a potion that hit close to home for her, almost like the domino effect. Y/n opened up the tattered book and tilted her head in confusion.

Property of the Half blood prince?

Y/n looked around to see if anyone was missing a book, she thought about taking it to the lost and found but quickly dismissed the idea once she seen that it was covered in notes. It was a curious thing, notes scribbled everywhere along the book, on every page explaining in great detail how to craft each potion.

Y/n looked around the room and watched as everyone struggled to cut their sopophorus bean “How did you do that?” Hermione demanded to know while the others looked over at her

“Try crushing it” she suggested while looking back down at the book

“No, it specifically says to cut it”

Y/n slowly looked back up “As long as you extract the juice, it shouldn’t matter how you get it” Hermione frowns but does as she says. However, Harry on the other hand struggled to read off of Ron’s book he’ll need liquid luck more than I will “Harry” the boy quickly looks up and she slides him her book

“Then how will you craft the potion?” She waved her hand in dismissal

“It’s easy enough to-”

“Easy?” Hermione then scoffs at her words

Y/n turns back to the boy “Trust me, you’ll want to read this book” the boy looks down at the desk with a curious gaze.

It took no time at all for Harry to quickly brew his potion but he wasn’t the only one who had eyes lingering on him “Well if it’s so easy, why aren’t you brewing it?”

Y/n looked up at the girl “Because I already know how to brew it” she tells her nonchalantly while crossing her arms “I don’t want the vial of liquid luck, I want to be able to craft it”

“Quite the ambition miss L/n” Slughorn chuckled while walking over to them

She shrugs her shoulders “Well I love a challenge” she then looks over “If I can brew some of the hardest potions in the world, what would I need luck for?” Slughorn loved that, a student that wanted to know more and had a passion for the subject he loved so dearly.

“How about you meet me after class Miss L/n” he tells her “Perhaps I could offer a potion that would be worth your while”

“So she’s got a thing for potion professors?” Pansy joked, causing half the class to laugh

“And you’ve got a thing for Draco even though he doesn’t even know your first name” the class ooo’ed “I mean I’d be so miserable all the time if the cute nickname he gave me was pug face Parkinson”

That was certainly enough to anger the girl enough to jump out of her seat “Settle down miss Parkinson” Slughorn tells her while hurrying over to her desk “We wouldn’t want you to do anything that could lead you into detention now would we?”

Once class was over, Slughorn congratulated Harry on creating the potion correctly, but Harry wasn’t satisfied “Here” Y/n looks up to see Harry handing her the vial “I wouldn’t have made it without your help”

She shakes her head “You made it, so you’ve earned it”

The boy frowns “You would’ve made the potion first if you made it”

“Allegedly” the two turn to Hermione who awkwardly looks down “She would’ve allegedly made it correctly”

“Why don’t you just play rock paper scissors?” Ron suggested and Hermione scoffs

“This is ridiculous, why don’t you just-”

“Seems fair to me” Harry tells her and Y/n puts her bag down with a sigh

“You’re going to win Harold, this is just a waste of time” Y/n held out her fist and waited for Ron to count them off

“Rock…paper…scissors………..SHOOT!”

Harry held out scissors while Y/n held out paper

“Right then” Hermione nods “It’s settled”

But Harry stubbornly shook his head “I want a rematch”

“Mate” Ron leans into his ear “You won”

“She knew what I was going to pick”

Y/n rolled her eyes “Of course I did, I have good intuition”

“Shoot!” Y/n quickly held out rock while Harry threw paper. This went on for another thirty seconds until Hermione groaned in annoyance

“Harry she’s clearly going to let you win no matter what so just keep it!”

☾

“Well if you’re so curious to know, why don’t you ask Y/n?” Ron asked and Hermione frowned

“And why exactly would I do that?” She huffed

“Because she was the one to give Harry the book” Hermione stubbornly crossed her arms and stomped towards the girl who was currently making a snowman

“Where did you find the book Y/n?”

“Mione!”

Y/n slowly looked up to see the golden trio approach her “Oh hey guys”

“The book” she demanded “Where did you get it from?”

Y/n slowly stands up in confusion “What book?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!”

“Hermione it’s not that serious!” Ron tells her and Harry turns to the girl covered in snow

“I’m sorry about Hermione” he apologized “She’s just a bit annoyed that I have the potions book you gave me”

“It’s practically cheating!”

Harry turned back to Y/n “We just wanted to know who the half blood prince was”

But Y/n just shrugged her shoulders “I haven’t got a clue in the world” she tells them honestly “I just found it in the cupboard” Within a blink of an eye, Katie Bell was strung up into the air as if she were possessed “HOLY SHIT!” The trio quickly whip around while her friend starts screaming.

I thought this only happened in horror movies

I might as well be living in a horror movie

“Everyone get back” Hagrid tells the bunch as he gently picks up the girl “And don’t you dare touch that” they all turn to Harry who was about to touch the necklace “Only pick it up with the cloth”

The five of them explained the entire situation to Mcgonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore while their hearts anxiously beat out their chest

“Why is it when something happens, it’s always you four?” Hermione gave Y/n a quick side eye, which she took as her memo to leave

“I actually have nothing to do with this, just came to give my statement” Y/n awkwardly held up finger guns as she slowly backed away “I’m…gonna take my leave now”

☾

“Again” Y/n let out a frustrated sigh

“It’s never going to happen!” She yells but the man in front of her felt no sympathy

“Again”

She throws her head back “Professor, we’ve been at this for HOURS”

“And yet you still can’t preform the simple spell” Snape tells her “Again”

She tries to preform the spell but inevitably fails “I’m good at potions! Why can’t you teach me potions? Why am I the only one who has to learn this?”

“Because this is war miss L/n” he tells her “What good is brewing potions when you’re in a battle?”

With yet another failed attempt, Y/n shut the book in frustration “This is stupid!”

That earned her a smack upside the head “You have the ability to preform the spell but you refuse to rid your mind of any intruding thoughts” she rubs the back of her head with a frown “Focus miss L/n”

“Well I don’t want to kill anyone” she mumbled which earned another smack

“It’s either your life or theirs” he tells her “Again”With one last breath, she cleared her mind and aimed her wand at the dummy “Any day now” he drawls and the spell successfully hits the dummy

Y/n quickly whips around in excitement “I DID IT!” She practically jumps onto the man to hug him “We did it professor!” Snape visibly tensed under her touch, wanting to reject the embrace but also wanting to enjoy the slight happiness her excitement brought him

“Get…off of me” Y/n peels herself off of him and lets out a nervous chuckle

“Forgive my excitement professor” she quickly bows in respect “Sometimes I get too excited for my own good” she then puts her wand away “If you don’t mind me asking though, why do you keep teaching me these overly advanced spells?”

Snape takes this opportunity to distance himself from the clingy girl “I’m afraid you’ll need them more than you think”

She tilts her head in confusion “Do you plan on teaching everyone these complicated yet very dangerous spells?”

“No”

“Then why me?” He stops and turns to her

“Because you keep deciding to follow Potter and all of his expeditions despite my constant warnings”

A pout makes its way onto her face “Then you ought to be training Harry as well”

“Mr Potter doesn’t exactly see eye to eye with me the way you do”

“Then make him professor!” She begged “Show him that you’re not the bad guy he claims you to be!”

Snape then goes back over to his book “Believe it or not miss L/n, I simply do not care what Potter may think of me. You are my main priority”

“Why?” She questioned “I’m not the chosen one”

“Yes, however, you may be in just as much danger as him, if not more”

“If not more?” She slowly turns around and looks at the clock

“The next defensive spell you’re going to learn is-”

“IM LATE” Snape’s eyes snap up from his book “I’m late to Slughorn’s dinner” she quickly gathers her things

“You can not honestly believe some dinner with that bafoon is more important than this”

“Sorry professor!” She calls out while running out the door “Same time tomorrow?”

She was comical in his eyes, it was almost endearing how much he cared for her but refused to show it “You fool” but even his insults to her didn’t sound genuine

Shitshitshitshit

Y/n bursts through the doors and quickly bows “im so sorry for my tardiness” she made her way to the empty seat “I’m usually never late but it seems time got the best of me”

The pale yellow chiffon dress was ruffled yet somehow made the disastrous girl look elegant “It’s alright my dear” Slughorn tells her once she sits down but Harry quickly stands up, catching everyone’s attention “We we’re just talking about the occupations of everyone’s parents” once their eyes met, Harry took his seat but his gaze never fully left her

“Grangers parents clean teeth” Blaise Zabini chuckled which made everyone else laugh, everyone except Hermione

“What does your parents do Y/n? Since you’re such a mystery”

Y/n’s eyes faltered “Professor, why don’t you tell us about how you invented the cure for dragon pox?”

Slug horns eyes lit up “Yes! Of course, well it was 1967-”

“I’m sorry professor” Hermione interrupts “I’m just really curious about Y/n’s parents”

Y/n looked down at the huge bowl of ice cream in front of her and let out a soft sigh “Before they died, my father was a professor to some preppy wizard academy and my mother pursed her passion in inventing potions” that instantly killed the mood “She’s the reason I love brewing potions” she shrugged her shoulders “I plan on becoming the most successful potion brewer in the world” she then uses her spoon to play in her food “I know it sounds childish but I’m going to finish her work and have both of our names on shelves, in books, everywhere”

Slughorn claps his hands together “If only we had wizards that were just as ambitious as you!” Y/n sheepishly shrugged her shoulders “What’s the name we should be looking for my dear?”

“Eve” Y/n looks up at the man “My mums name was Eve”

☾

Harry searched the great hall for a familiar face, causing Hermione to scoff “Do I even need to ask who you’re looking for?”

Harry turns to the others “I haven’t seen Y/n all day”

“She always turns up eventually” she tells him before pointing to the door “Look, there she is now”

Y/n hauled herself into the hall with a picket sign dragging behind her, obviously exhausted from her previous endeavors “Y/n!” She looks over towards the Gryfindor table and gives a tired smile before making her way over.

“Hey guys” she greets as she plops down next to Ron

“We haven’t seen you all day” Harry speaks up “Where have you been?”

“Protesting” she casually replied while loading her plate with food

“Free house elves you lazy pigs” Ron reads off her sign and she nods

“Pretty cool huh?” She holds up the sign to show the others “The words change into a picture of Fudge as a pig, isn’t that wicked?”

“How mature” Hermione mumbles into her cup

“Absolutely brilliant”

“I’m sure Fudge wouldn’t be too happy to see that” Ron adds on and Y/n nods

“He wasn’t” she starts “Tried having the lot of us arrested, if I wasn’t taught how to apperate, I probably would’ve been sleeping in a cell”

Hermione scrunched her eyebrows “Who taught you how to apperate?” Dumbledore in attempts to get her back home safely but ultimately failed “Do you even have a license?”

Y/n gave a plain face but a hand landed on her shoulder before she could answer “L/n” they all turned to see Blaise Zabini “Malfoy would like to talk to you” they all turned to Y/n with curiosity

“Draco can wait, I’m trying to explain why house elves are essentially slaves and how we need to free them” she then turns to Ron “Do you guys have a house elf?” He shakes his head “See! Even with as many people living in one house, they still have no need to own a house elf”

Blaise snorts “Probably can’t afford one”

“Well at least I know how to wipe my own arse”

Blaise moves to attack the ginger and Y/n jumps up to get in between them “Hey!” She puts her hands on Blaise’s chest “Draco wanted to see me right?”

The intimidating glare he gave Ron lasted a while before he finally looked back up at the girl “Right…”

“Then let’s have a chat shall we?”

Blaise led Y/n to the Slytherin dungeons and up to his and Draco’s shared room. Blaise was a handsome young man, probably scarier than Draco in her eyes, but attractive nonetheless. Which is exactly why she kept the small talk to a minimal on the walk there “We’re here”

She opens the door but he doesn’t move from his spot “You’re not coming?” He shook his head

“Malfoy said you had private matters to discuss” that made Y/n’s heart sink. Something so private that you can’t tell your best friend?

Her stress level began to rise as the boy closed the door behind her and Draco finally turns to face her “Hello Draco” she cooly greets while observing the room, making sure to avoid eye contact “You wanted to speak with me?”

The blonde nods “You have something that I need”

“Oh?” She grabs a family picture on Blaise’s nightstand “And that is?”

“Information” she then quirks a brow “So tell me, do I kill him?” Y/n quickly whips around

“Kill who?” She shakes her head “Draco, what are you talking about?”

“Cut the shit L/n, I know you’re from the future” her heart instantly stops “I over heard McGonagall talking about it so don’t try to play stupid”

But all she can do is play dumb “Draco I-”

“I mean it L/n” Draco was frantic, acting as if this were his only option

“Draco…” she slowly walked towards him “Even if what you’re saying is true, why would I help you?” But the look in his eyes said it all, he was scared “Why would you want my help? How do you know I won’t just run off and tell Harry?”

Draco roughly grabbed her arm “Do you understand what’s at stake here?!” He yelled “My life is on the line!”

“So I’m supposed to trade your life for countless others?” She yanked her arm away from him “Draco it’s never too late to do the right thing”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” y/n flinched at his harsh voice “I don’t have a choice, I HAVE to do this”

She slowly backs away from him while shaking her head “Draco I hope when the time comes, you’re on the right side of the battle” she then takes this opportunity to run out of the room and out the dungeon.

☾

“A niffler?” Y/n quickly whipped around to see Harry standing in the doorway of her room

“Shut that!” She whisper shouted while jumping up

Harry smiled with curiosity “I thought they were going extinct?”

“They are” she huffed while grabbing the blue feathered demon “Poachers like their feathers and bills” Lionel gave an innocent smile “I rescued Lionel and his family from a group of them over the summer” she explained while sitting back down on the bed “Lionel decided to follow me back, I tried bringing him back to his family, I even left all my valuable items” she looked down at the stubborn animal “But he refused to leave my side, didn’t matter what I did, he saw me as his mother” Lionel wiggled out of her arms and ran to Harry “He’s great company though, I’d just hate if a teacher caught him and sent him back to the wild, he wouldn’t stand a chance against those poachers”

Harry stared fondly at the girl “You rescued him from poachers?”

“Hey!” Harry looked down to see Lionel reaching for his watch “I’ve been rescuing animals all summer, I get some sort of rush from it” she explained “Protecting these poor animals from monsters that they don’t stand a chance against, giving them a fighting chance” she needed something to do other than find a way back home

“That’s incredibly dangerous, yet so incredibly brave of you” Y/n sheepishly shrugged her shoulders

“Might as well get used to using these spells and charms right?”

Harry’s smile slowly fades “What did Malfoy want with you? If you don’t mind me asking”

A tired sigh emits from the girl “He wanted my help”

Harry eagerly looks up at her “With what?”

“With…homework” she tells him and he relaxes a bit “He basically wanted me to do all of the work for him and I told him no”

Harry scoffs “Lazy git”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion “What did you think he wanted?”

“Nothing I-” but one look at those big soft orbs and he knew he couldn’t lie to her “I think he’s cursed Katie and I think he’s trying to kill Dumbledore”

She then began to get nervous “Strong accusations”

“Please don’t think I’m crazy” he begged while grabbing her hands “Not you of all people” she looked down at their intertwined hands “I was worried that he might’ve cursed you as well” the words were sweet and genuine, everything to make the girl want to spill her heart to the boy

“Well here I am” she tells him “Unharmed and not cursed” her eyes almost met his but slight movement caused her to yank her hands away “LIONEL!” She jump’s across the bed and chased the creature around the room “GIVE ME THAT WATCH BACK!”

☾

Sudden knocks shook Y/n from her thoughts “Yes?” The knocks became more eager as if they had the intentions of breaking down the door “Alright alright” she jumps out of bed and yanks the door open. She was met with a familiar set of green eyes, causing her to let out a small huff “Should’ve known it was you”

Harry gently pushes past her and looks around “You’re studying?” She shrugs her shoulders “What could you be studying today of all days?”

Y/n rests her hand on her hip “Today of all days….”

Harry lets out an exasperated sigh “The quidditch championship game”

Well that explains the uniform… “oh”

“Oh?” He shakes his head “Y/n this is probably the most important game Hogwarts has had in the past fifty years”

“Well in that case, good luck” she turns back to the book on her nightstand but Harry wasn’t satisfied

“You’re not coming?”

She shakes her head “I haven’t gone to a game all season, no reason to start”

Harry grabs the book from her “How about a personal invite from the captain of the Gryfindor team?”

Y/n lets out a loud sigh “Harryyy” she whined “I don’t know anything about quidditch, and I won’t even know anyone there”

The boy deadpans “The entire school will be there, besides, Hermione can explain it to you” she’d probably prefer I call her a mudblood

“Harry I-”

“Well if you don’t go, I’m not going” Harry stubbornly sits on her bed “Clearly it’s not that big of a deal”

All she could do was roll her eyes “You can’t miss your own game Harold, you’re captain”

He shrugs his shoulders “They’ll be fine without me”

“Just like you will be fine without me there”

Harry opens the book he previously confiscated from her “How to properly time travel, the do’s and don’t’s on how to manipulate time” Her eyes widened, terrified of what conversations this book would bring, she lunged after the boy but he was faster “Must truly be fascinating for you to act like this” it was a tiresome battle for dominance that Y/n inevitably lost “Perhaps it’s enchanted and you don’t want me to read what it truly says” he thinks aloud while straddling her waist “Or maybe you want to time travel for a very specific reason”

“Harry give it back” she grunts but is met with a cheeky grin

“I’ll give it back if you come to the game” y/n yells in frustration but an idea pops into his head “You know what? You’re right” Harry drops the book, causing Y/n to quirk a brow at his sudden mood change “I shouldn’t hold your book hostage” he dismounts the girl and she sits up with confusion

“I’m…glad we’re on the same page” but this was Harry that they were talking about, he was equally as stubborn as her so there was no way he would give up without a fight

“Exactly, why keep a book hostage when you can just get another” and within an instant, Harry scoops her off the bed and throws her over his shoulder

“HARRY!”

“I’ll just take you hostage” Harry proceeds to exit the Hufflepuff common room with her beating against his back “We ought to be quick though, call time is in thirty”

“Harry I don’t think you understand how immature you’re being”

Harry tilts his head in confusion “oh I’m being immature?” He then spins her around, earning a loud scream in response “I thought I was being reasonable asking you to be in attendance of just one of my games”

“Harry…”

“Don’t you want to support your best friend at the biggest event of their life?”

“Best friend?”

Harry was greatful she couldn’t see how flustered he got, but that didn’t stop his stuttering “well- best mate-best-best Gryfindor”

“Best Gryfindor?” She questioned which only made him blush even more “I feel like this can’t be the biggest event of your life”

“The biggest non life threatening event, how about that?”

Once they made it to the locker room, Harry gently puts her back onto her feet. There was a brief moment where he couldn’t take his eyes off of her; the way the snow stuck to her messy hair, the way her face was dusted with a light rosy blush from the cold weather, the way her dark bushy eyebrows furrowed in frustration, if he had it his way, he would stare at her for hours.

“What?” She huffed while crossing her bare arms “I don’t get a private escort to my seat?”

A twinge of guilt hit Harry “ ‘m sorry darling” that comment easily made her flustered “I’ll be crucified if I’m late again, being team captain and all” that’s when he noticed her looking away and covered in goosebumps “Here” Harry strips himself of his coat and placed it over her shoulders “This oughta keep you warm”

A small smile formed on Y/n’s face “What about you?” She asked while pulling her arms through the holes “You’ll be even colder with the wind whipping by”

He simply shrugs his shoulders “We have uniforms, I promise I’ll be fine”

But with every bashful smile that was formed, a jealous scowl followed

“Harry” Ginny called out “Call time remember?” The entire interaction itself made her upset, but Harry giving her his coat was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back

Harry whipped his head back to look at Y/n with a cheesy grin “A kiss for good luck?”

Y/n rolls her eyes “As if you’ll need it”

“I know” he shrugs his shoulders “But it’s a big game, I’ll need all the luck I can get”

Y/n shakes her head in disbelief “How about you win the game, and I’ll THINK about it”

“You’ll think about it?”

“I’ll THINK about it Potter”

Harry’s eyes twinkled “I’ll just make sure we win then”

“Good” she zips up the coat with another smile “I would hate if you dragged me out here for no reason”

Once Y/n made her way to her seat it was only a matter of time before the game started and Harry began to show off.

Harry would often fly towards the hufflepuff stands to get Y/n’s attention which obviously worked. He would also do dangerous tricks in which she would shout ‘show off’

Between Harry’s cockiness and Ron’s new confidence, the game was easily won by Gryfindor, which didn’t surprise her in the least.

The victory meant she had a party to attend to, but that also meant she got to kiss Harry. A bashful smile formed across her face as she thought about how much she wanted to kiss him.

Y/n carefully maneuvered through the crowd of drunk teenagers that cheered for the team. It’s not like she was friends with many Gryfindors, but she figured after Harry’s win she should make a short appearance, maybe even give him a kiss or two.

For just a moment, Y/n was able to forget about the Great War, time traveling, and special assignments from other teachers. For once she felt like a normal teenager attending a party just to see their crush, heart beating out of her chest from the nerves. Well…that was until she noticed Ginny grab the green eyed boy and kiss him.

Her smile dropped and her heart shattered. For the first time in her time traveling experience, time had seemed to stop.

I mean they end up married with kids, what did you expect?

Y/n quickly turned on her heel and left the party before she was seen

Why would you even think you had a chance?

I don’t belong here, I can’t possibly date him

Why would you even believe he liked you like that? Harry’s nice to everyone

Y/n quickly shoved her way through the crowd and practically ran once she made it out of the common room

I’m so stupid

She ran into the empty classroom and slammed the door shut

Stupid stupid stupid

Tears clouded her eyes as she summoned her cauldron

You fell in love with a married man you IDIOT

But she couldn’t help the fact that it hurt. She never meant to fall in love with Harry, she never meant to travel back in time.

She could barely measure the ingredients she was grabbing as her mind clouded with anger. It wasn’t until she broke the jar of unicorn hair that she broke into gut wrenching sobs.

Y/n never expected to feel a pain like this, in fact, she couldn’t understand why it felt like this. She’d experience heartbreak before, hell, she watched everyone close to her die and yet…nothing hurt more than this.

“Wasting ingredients are we?”

Y/n jumps at the voice, nearly knocking over her potion “I’m sorry professor” she sniffled “ I can restock the ingredients I used”

Snape peers into the cauldron “Amortentia?”

“It’s one of the hardest potions to brew” she explains while adding the final ingredient “When I want to get my mind off of things, I try crafting incredibly difficult potions”

Snape wasn’t an idiot, but he definitely wasn’t the person to go to for comfort “What does it smell like?”

Y/n blinked in confusion “what do you mean?”

“If the potion is brewed correctly, you’ll be able to smell what attracts you” he drawls “Now what do you smell?”

It was stupid. The real reason for brewing the potion was to confirm what she had already knew “something dark…and citrusy…” She took another deep breath “a warm buttery…maple-y pie…” it didn’t matter how hard she tried to distinguish other smells, all she could smell was him

“It pains me to see such talent come from a student from the future” he finally speaks up in his monotonous voice “You would’ve been the smartest witch in your era”

Y/n looked down with sad eyes and a sheepish smile “Thank you professor” it was rare that Snape would play nice, let alone give a compliment. He must truly pity me

“I suppose you deserve a bottle of amortentia since you correctly brewed it” he hands her the small vial that he just ladled out “I would hope you weren’t dumb enough to use it”

She quickly shook her head “of course not professor” y/n was about to thank him and bid her farewell but a simple yet difficult question stopped her

“How do I die?”

Y/n looked up at the man in confusion “What do you-”

“I double cross the dark lord” he tells her “He’d be a fool not to kill me” he turns his back to her while she stared fondly at him

“Harry named his son after you” she tells him, not caring about the future in this moment “Albus Severus”

Snape seemed content enough with her answer that she was almost able to slip away “Fifty points from hufflepuff for brewing a dangerous potion unsupervised” a frown made its way to her face but it was to be expected

“Sorry professor” she goes to make her escape but was stopped yet again

“You’re aware that I double cross the dark lord…” he drawls “And yet you treat me as if I were a hero”

Y/n shook her head “Because you are and it’s been an absolute dream being able to mentor under you” this confused the man “My mum used to go on and on about how important your role was in the final battle and how no one could’ve executed it the way that you did” she then scoffed “I often thought she fancied you from the way she went on and on about you” she then gave a half smile “When she passed…I wanted to do anything I could to feel closer to her, which happened to be potion making. I figured if she loved you, you couldn’t be that bad”

Snape didn’t know what to say or how to feel, there was no way in hell he would give her a hug “Leave”

Y/n looks down and nods “Yes sir”

☾

Harry looked around the great hall in disappointment “Has anyone seen Y/n?”

Ginny let out a scoff “Probably in detention”Hermione watched in disgust as Ron fed Lavender “Some of us would like to eat”

Ron shrugged his shoulders “No one’s stopping you”

Unbeknownst to the group, Romilda poured a love potion into Harry’s drink while they were distracted

“Well we don’t want to vomit” Ginny argued

Ron looked between the two girls and over at Harry who quickly hid his face by taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.

The girl anxiously watched as he chugged the drink “Hey Harry” the boy quickly puts the cup down and wipes his mouth

“Good morning Romilda”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me today” she looked down with a shy smile, completely expecting him to agree to her proposal but there was one thing she didn’t calculate

“Oh there’s Y/n” Hermione interrupted and Harry’s head quickly swiveled to the door

Y/n strolled into the great hall with her hands in her pockets of her sweatpants, her curly untamable hair looked wilder than usual, the last three buttons of her white dress shirt were unbuttoned, while her Hufflepuff tie hung loosely tied around her neck.

Ginny snorted “How classy” but in Harry’s eyes she looked gorgeous

“She looks like a missing angel from heaven” the group turned to the boy “I can’t believe Hogwarts would let someone so perfect attend”

Romilda however shook her head in disbelief “Harry!” She snapped her fingers in his face “Harry look at me” but the boy just watched as the girl made her way to the Hufflepuff table

“Excuse me” the boy stands up and they all give him a weird look

“Where are you going?” Hermione questioned

“I’m going to go speak with the most beautiful person in the room” both Ginny and Romilda frowned as the boy made his way to Y/n

“About time he’s gained a bit of confidence to ask her out” Ron piped in while the girls scolded him

“Good morning beautiful” Y/n looked around in confusion

“Hey Harry” she yawned

“Another sleepless night without me?” Everyone around them grew silent to eavesdrop “I hope it’s me running through your mind and not another”

Y/n tilted her head in confusion “Are you alright Harry?”

“Much better now that you’re here” she placed the back of her hand on his forehead and he closes his eyes with a dreamy smile

“Harry, you’re getting hotter and hotter by the second” she pulls her hand away and he pouts

“Must be the side effects from touching an ethereal beauty” it wasn’t very noticeable, but she did catch it

“Harry look at me” the boy happily complies to her order

“Anything for you darling” Y/n gently removed his glasses to hopefully get a better look at what she thought she saw, Heart shaped pupils,That made Y/n’s heart ache a little more “Where are you going love?” The boy pouted as she put his glasses back on and stood up

“I’m going to brew you a cure for this” Harry jumps up as well

“Sweetheart, there’s no cure for true love”

Y/n shook her head with disappointment “You don’t love me Harry”

“I do!” He yelled “I do love you Y/n! I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs if it’ll make you believe me!”

Y/n grabbed a daily prophet off the table and hit him on top of the head with it “Stop it Harry, you’re making a fool of yourself!” She whisper shouted as everyone in the hall watched

Harry took her hands in his own “If I’m a fool for being in love with the prettiest, the sweetest, the brightest witch Hogwarts has ever had then so be it”

Y/n yanked her hand away and wacked him again “Get a grip Harold” she looked over to the gryfindor table “I’m going to fix…whatever this is”

“You can’t make these feelings I have for you go away darling” she hated that she loved that he was saying these sweet things to her, she hated that she wished he meant these things and that it wasn’t a love potion.

Y/n just had to roll her eyes to act like the things he said didn’t affect her and yanked his arm to drag him out of the great hall.

“Why can’t you just accept that I’m in love with you?” Harry argued as they finally made their way to Y/n’s room

“Because you’re not Harry”

The boy frowned “you know I’m tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do, who I can and can’t be in love with, but you know what? I’m the chosen one” y/n rolls her eyes and continued to search her book but Harry gently lifts her chin up to look at her “Darling, you’re everything I wanted love to be”

Y/n’s eyes flicker back down “But this isn’t love Harry, just a cruel manipulative way to mess with someone’s view of love”

Harry shook his head “Just kiss me” her eyes quickly snapped to his “Let me prove to you how much I love you, let me show you that this isn’t some love potion, let me show you that it’s you and it’ll always be you”

For just a minute she wanted to believe his words, to think that he pretended to drink the juice with the potion and this is how he truly felt. That he would confess his love in front of everyone, no matter how embarrassing and call her such sweet names that would always make her heart flutter, but he wasn’t hers to love “I can’t kiss you in good sense like this Harry”

“But Y/n-”

“If you drink this potion and still want me to kiss you, I’ll suffocate you with endless kisses…but until then…” she sadly looks at the boy, knowing he wouldn’t “I’ve found a cure for this”

She quickly got off the bed to craft said cure Harry watched her like she was the only thing that mattered. He absolutely adored her, he loved the way her eyebrows furrowed when she concentrated, or how she would nibble on her fingers when lost in thought. He couldn’t possibly understand why she wouldn’t believe he loved her.

As Y/n finished brewing the potion, she noticed a small note towards the bottom of the page

For this multipurpose love spell cure to successfully work, the drinker must kiss the person they’re infatuated with

With wide eyes and now shaky hands, Y/n slowly put her spoon down to reread the sentence to make sure she read it correctly.

“Y/n my love, are you alright?” It’s no big deal, we’re friends, friends can kiss platonically…even if one of them fancies the other

Y/n slapped her hands over her face and let out a loud groan that only worried Harry more “Yeah…” she slides her hands down her face and shook her head “You win chosen one” the green eyes boy cutely tilts his head in confusion, making Y/n bite her tongue to stop herself from screaming in frustration. If it weren’t morally wrong, I’d use a love potion on him too.

Y/n ladles a cup out for him and gently sits next to him on the bed “You’re going to drink this potion and-”

“I don’t need some cure Y/n” he stubbornly pushed the cup away from her “I love you” he insisted “I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them if you just please…just listen to me” Y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, ultimately defeated knowing that no matter how hard she tried to hide her feelings for Harry, she was no Ginny Weasley. Harry on the other hand retreated once he saw the look on her face“Darling I’m sorry” but she just shakes her head and blinks away her tears “I didn’t mean to make you cry I-” he takes the cup from her hands and downs the potion to make her happy

“You know, maybe in another universe we end up happy together” she then pulls the boy into a long but needed kiss. Harry, desperate to show her just how much he loved her while Y/n knew this would be the first and only kiss she’d get from the boy so she had to savor the moment. Once she finally pulls away, she anxiously looked at the boy to see if it worked “How do you feel?”

“I told you I feel-” his heart shaped pupils reverted back to normal, his heartbeat was now at a normal rhythm, and his body temperature quickly lowered “I feel-” Harry then regurgitates all over her rug

“Harry!”

“I’m sorry” the boy apologized while she grabbed her wand to clean the now pink stained carpet “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why that happened” he then pulls out his wand “Here, let me”

“No” she huffed “You need to rest”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion “Rest? No I’m fine, just me-”

“Harry James Potter” the boy froze in his spot “Go to your room and get some rest….please” he could feel the irritation radiating off of her, but that didn’t stop him from giving her one last puppy dog pout. Once the vomit was gone, she threw her arms to her sides “I’ll see you later Harold”

Harry looks down with sad eyes and retreats to the door “I’m sorry about-”

“It’s okay, it’s nothing you could help” she offers a small smile “Now rest up”

☾

Y/n made it her mission to avoid Harry at all costs. Well….that was her mission all along, but now that she acknowledged her growing feelings for the boy, she knew she couldn’t jeopardize his future.

It worked for a couple of weeks; not idling around at the beginning of class, practically running through the halls to avoid the trio, studying in places no one would ever think to look. It was tiring, but it worked.

That was until one weekend she decided was the perfect time to save baby animals.

Y/n slid into the gryfindor common room, heart thudding as she eagerly looked around for Harry. She told herself that avoiding him altogether was the best way to get rid of her feelings for him, but time and time again she made an excuse to see him.

I shouldn’t even ask him, just use the potion

As soon as she turned on her heel “Y/n?”

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck “Heyyyy Harry” the boy greeted her with a warm smile that tugged on her heart

“What are you doing here?”

Y/n twiddled her thumbs as she tried to avoid eye contact “Well…I wanted to ask you a question…but then I thought it was stupid and- I was actually just leaving” you’re fidgeting, stop fidgeting

“What did you want to ask?” To Y/n, Harry seemed like the perfect golden retriever boy. Always happy to help, everyone loves being around him, and overall had good intentions.

“I just wanted to know if I could borrow your invisibility cloak” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed “It was a dumb thought, I know, I just thought it wouldn’t kill me to ask but now it seems so silly to ask for a personal item without any given explanation”

Harry needed a minute to process her rambling, but was soon met with questions “What exactly did you need it for?”

Y/n looked around the room to make sure no one was listening “I’m going to rescue another creature from poachers. I could just use a charm or potion but potions wear off too quickly and charms are sometimes a hit or miss” she explained but Harry already made up his mind

“I’m coming with you” Y/n quickly shook her head “It’s my cloak Y/n, besides, someone needs to be there so you don’t bite off more than you can chew”

“Harry I can’t ask you to come with me” she scoffs “I’d be asking you to put your life at risk for me”

Harry offers a small smile “I guess I owe you one from last summer”

But Y/n still wasn’t convinced “Would we both fit underneath the cloak?”

Harry shrugs his shoulders “It’s not like we can’t squeeze together” the thought alone was enough to warm her cheeks “Besides, I’m not that big” Y/n playfully rolls her eyes “When do we leave?”

Y/n’s breathing began to settle once her feet landed on the ground, blinking in the new scenery they’d arrived at “This should be far enough” she tells him while dismounting the broom “Any closer and we may be spotted”

“You’re still afraid of heights?” Y/n frowned as Harry tried to hide the smirk on his face

“Nearly falling to my death didn’t help that at all” leading the way to the camp, Y/n was determined to have her plan fall into place play by play

“So you’re afraid of heights but not poachers, dark wizards, or-”

“Why are you so sassy today Harry?” She asked while whirling around “I can’t go a minute without you giving me some smart ass comment”

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets “I just wanted to know why your mind thinks being tortured isn’t as terrifying as flying”

“Would you come off it already?” Y/n exasperatedly asked and Harry shrugs his shoulders

“Make me” his eyes darted from her lips and back to her eyes. She considered it, Merlin she hated that she considered kissing the boy to shut him up. There was no love potion, no other influence, just the two of them in the heat of the moment. It’s just playful banter, you’re reading too much into it

“You’re infuriating, you know that right?” She shook the thought out of her head before turning back to the poacher camp

“So I’ve been told” she can’t help but smirk “Hey, what are we rescuing anyway?”

Y/n’s eyebrows slightly raise “Oh you know, your typical endangered species that can’t fend for themselves” she carefully looks around “The cloak”

Harry then unraveled said cloak and wrapped it across the both of them “See, a snug fit” she almost grew dizzy from being so close to him, inhaling his comforting scent made her light headed enough to almost forget about their mission.

“Follow me” she whispered as the two snuck into the tent which turned into a large battling arena. Many people cheered as two Dragons fought each other to death, taking bets to see which one would win.

“Dragons?” Harry questioned with bewilderment “We’re rescuing dragons??”

“Oh come on Harry” Y/n turned to the boy “Dragons need protecting too, especially against dark wizards” the two watched as the dragon below was hit with the imperious curse “They’re forcing them to fight for their entertainment, stealing their children and breeding them into some sort of battle monster” she then looked back over to the boy “This is cruel, they deserve to be free Harry”

Oh but Harry couldn’t say no to those eyes “Right then, what’s your plan?”

Y/n jerked her head to the left “They keep more dragons in the chamber below us, we go in and free them and everything else should be self explanatory”

It did but of course her plan had a bit of gray area, however there was no good plan for this mission. The two crept over down the stairs, carefully avoiding any lingering bodies.

“What are you wearing?” Harry suddenly asked

“Why?” Y/n stops in her tracks and attempts to smell her armpits “Do I smell bad?” She looked up with a quirked brow

“Quite the opposite actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to you to realize how nice you smell”

A smile dared to crawl onto her lips “Let’s focus before we get caught”

“You’re the one who stopped us in the middle of the hallway”

She gave Harry a quick but nasty side eye before continuing her way down the stairs “Alhomora” she whispered and slowly pushed the door open

“Rumor has it, it’s just a kid” a voice says and another scoffs

“You mean to tell me that we need to take extra precaution because someone doesn’t know how to fight against some kid?”

The other nods “They took down five camps, there’s no way it could be some kid”

“I don’t know, them kids at Hogwarts have balls”

He shook his head “They’ve got their hands full with he who shall not be named, there’s no way they’d willingly go out of their way to find trouble” Harry tilted his head and gave Y/n a look that she chose to ignore

“Petrificus totalus!” With both guards petrified, Y/n removed the cloak and looked around the room with awe. The room was filled with dragons, adult and babies strapped into cages, she felt sick to her stomach “Harry…there’s so many” the boy came up from behind and rubbed her shoulder in comfort

“I know”

Many were injured, some barely breathing from previous battles, this changed everything. Harry watched the sadness from her eyes change to anger which worried him

“We’re going to free them all” she tells him while running over to the cages

“Y/n maybe we should think about this” Harry tried talking sense into her but it was futile “Call for backup”

The dragons ran away as she neared the cages, causing her heart to ache even more “I’m not here to hurt you” she whispers while slowly putting her hand into the cage. The dragon, using its primal instincts, bit her which caused her to jump in pain

“Y/n!”

She calmed herself down, knowing it was just acting out of fear and tried again “I’m going to free you little buddy, I just need you to trust me” the tiny green dragon waddles towards her hand again and even opens its mouth as if it were going to bite her again, but rubs itself against her slightly bloodied hand. Y/n smiles with success and unlocks the cage for the baby dragon “I’m going to help all of you, but I need you to tell your buddies that I’m a good guy”

For the most part, it worked. Letting the baby dragons bite her and mending the wounds of the bigger ones, the beasts soon realized she wasn’t their enemy.

“Get the next batch” a voice from the hall called out and Y/n anxiously looked around

“Harry lead the dragons outside, the babies are more likely to get caught if they don’t have one of us there to protect them”

Harry quickly shook his head “I’m not leaving you” she looks over to the full size dragon on the other side of the room

“I can’t leave her”

“What the bloody hell?!”

Harry looks back over at her “We just might have to”

“No” he knew she was stubborn, which is exactly why it didn’t surprise him when she ran over to the red dragon “Look, I know you’ve been hurt by humans, but I need you to trust me” Y/n began unlocking the locks while Harry defended them

“Any day now” he calls out and she shakes her head

“Im going to get you and the others out of here” but by the time she earned the dragons trust, it was too late

“Y/nnnn” they were surrounded at all ends, at this rate the only way out was through them

“I need your help” she tells the dragon “Help me help you get out of here”

Using what strength it had left, the dragon stood up, now free from its chains, and lets out a threatening roar.

“She’s freed the beast!” One yells “Kill it!”

“NO!” Y/n did her best to deflect any spells hurdled at them but it became tiring and very evident that they might not make it

“We have to go!” Harry urged while tugging on her arm but again she resisted and turned to the dragon

“DO SOMETHING!” The dragon looked down at her and she could see the fire bubbling up her neck “Harry watch my back”

“That’s what I’ve been doing” he sasses but she lets the comment slide and focuses on the fire the dragon was about to conjure.

Once the fire was released, Y/n caught the fire and circled it around her to form a giant fire tornado, attacking everyone around them.

Poachers were being burnt alive left and right, yet it still wasn’t enough to cover their escape. They needed a clear way out, a way to make sure none of the dragons would be captured in the process.

“Crucio!”

Y/n falls to the ground and screams in excruciating pain. The tornado disappears and Harry’s heart seems to stop, absolutely nothing mattered in that moment other than her. It was agonizing to listen to, to watch her suffer, it made a switch flip inside of Harry.

The dragon then burned the roof of the tent down, causing it to slowly collapse on everyone and everything but it made sure to trap the remaining survivors inside.

The giant red dragon grabbed Y/n with its talons and began to fly towards an exit “Wait!” Harry calls out “Where are you taking her?” A blue dragon that Y/n allowed to bite her picks Harry up and flaps its giant wings towards the others

☾

When Y/n awoke, she loudly groaned when trying to sit up which signaled Harry to run over

“Y/n!” He pulls her into a tight hug

“What you did tonight was…unbelievably stupid” Snape drawls “I expected you of all people to have a bit more sense than Potter” Harry frowns at the comment but focused his attention to you

“How did I get here?” She questioned “Why is Snape here?”

“I figured Snape could whip up a potion for you, since that’s what you do for me”

Snape then turns to Harry “Leave” his hands linger on you for a bit but he does obey the command

“Professor-” Snape hits her with a folded daily prophet

“Can’t believe you’d be dumb enough to pull something like that” he hissed

“They needed help!” She defended while jumping off the table “I can’t sit and pray someone else will save these creatures! If you want something done right, you do it yourself”

“That only applies when your brain is fully developed” he drawls “This constant reckless behavior won’t do anything but get you killed. Whether it’s for Potters attention or for the fame and glory, I suggest you stop before you get hit with something worse than the cruciatis curse”

Y/n rolls her eyes “Oh come OFF it already” she shakes her head “Not everything I do revolves around Harry you know”

“Then stop acting like him”

“I’m not!” She yells in frustration “Why won’t you just listen to me?! I’m doing this for me! Not for attention, not for a boy, but because I want to! And I honestly don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of this when my death doesn’t matter OR affect anyone” but that’s when it dawned upon her “You care about me”

Her eyes softened and Snape was almost at a loss for words “Please, you might actually make me laugh” for once he was caught off guard

“You were worried about me”

Snape gives her a side eye “Dare I say I might smile in amusement”

“Say what you want professor, but you can’t deny the truth”

But there was no fighting her, she was stubborn and he knew that “Three hundred and fifty points from Hufflepuff for reckless behavior and detention for the rest of the school year”

“Professor” she started as she walked towards him “The school year ends next week, and you and I both know I won’t be attending those detentions” she holds they eye contact with him, long enough for his glare to turn into a nasty scowl

Y/n was first to break the staring contest and pulled him into another hug “Unhand me” this time she clung to him tighter

“You’re everything I wanted and more professor” she relaxed against him and surprisingly enough, his body slowly eased up

“Remove yourself or I’ll tell professor McGonagall a thorough explanation on what you did this evening” Y/n instantly let go of him “You’re dismissed”

☾

It was Friday night, finals were over, end of the year parties were being thrown left and right and what did Y/n have planned that evening? A date with her bed.

She was beyond exhausted and finally happy that the day was over so she could finally go to bed. Well that was until eager knocks pounded on her door.

There was only one person that would bother her, especially this late at night. Y/n tiredly opened the door to see Harry practically vibrating with excitement “Yes Harold?”

Harry looks behind her “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

She shakes her head “I’m finally about to go to bed” she then yawns “I’m exhausted”

The boy deflates “Oh” but his smile was quick to recover “Then I wont take up much time, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me tomorrow”

Y/n just shrugs her shoulders “Sure”

“Hermione’s busy studying and Ron is occupied with Lavender” Harry would never lie to Y/n with no good reason, so he saw no harm in lying about the whereabouts of his best friends to be with her

“To be expected”

“If you’re busy, it’s okay, I just didn’t want to go alone, and I figured you didn’t want to be alone cooped up in the castle”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion “Are you okay Harry?” She questioned as Harry awaited her answer “Did you drink another love potion?”

He quickly shakes his head “I just wanted to shop around and thought you’d might like to join”

“Well, I already said yes before you began rambling”

His green eyes dart to hers “You did?” She slowly nods “Brilliant” he could see how drained she was and decided to push his luck “I’m feeling a bit tired myself” he faked a yawn and stretched “And it’s such a long way back to the Gryfindor tower, lots of stairs to climb”

Y/n watched as the boy rubbed his eyes, almost finding it amusing how fast his mood changed “Would you like to crash here for the night?” His eyes dart up to hers again

“I mean I would hate to be a bother”

She let go of the door and yanked him inside her cozy room. It smelled of Lemon, vanilla, and pumpkin, the curtains blocked the windows and covered the bright moonlight and replacing it with a soft orange light, she truly had every intention of sleeping “You’re not a bother if I’m inviting you in” she tells him while closing the door

Oh but Harry had every intention to bother her. He loved the way her eyebrows scrunched together when he irritated her, or the playful roll of her eyes when they would go back and forth with banter.

Y/n sits on the edge of the bed and plays with Lionel who also seemed to be sleepy “Is he okay?” Harry takes off his watch and dangles it around but received no reaction. The small animal let out a tired huff and pattered over to the boy, weakly grabbing for the watch.

“I was up until five am chasing him around the castle” she tells him “I didn’t realize he knew how to open the door” she pushes a stray hair out of her face “The things I do for that rodent” well that explains why she’s so tired

“If you’d like, I could watch him for you, maybe like a couple days out of the week”

She grabs Lionel by the nape of his neck and finally lays down “I don’t know how he would do with co parenting” Harry follows her lead and lays down next to her “Besides, it’s too many shiny things there, he’d never want to come back”

Harry shrugs his shoulder “I’m sure that’s not true”

“It’s his instinct”

“But he knows where home is” he gently breathes “It’s wherever you are”

Lionel then begins to stretch as if he took up the most room on the bed “Lionel” she grumbles as the animal kicks her “Ow! That hurts you little” another kick to her rib cage and she stubbornly scoots back to avoid his tiny feet. But it wasn’t enough, after maybe thirty seconds, he got restless again and rolled over to slap her face “Lionel” Y/n let out another huff while scooting back some more. As soon as Y/n closed her eyes, the niffler took this as a sign to roll over and kick her once more. Y/n let’s out a frustrated huff before scooting back again, this time bumping into Harry “I’m sorry” she apologized while turning to face him “I hope you don’t mind”

He actually couldn’t thank Lionel enough “You’ve spoiled him” Harry smiles and she covers her eyes

“Noooo” she groans “He usually likes to cuddle with me”

“Maybe he’s just waiting for you to fall asleep again to make his escape”

“You make it sound like I torture the poor thing”

Harry shrugs his shoulders “Maybe it’s just fun to annoy you”

Y/n sucks her teeth “Maybe that’s why you two get along so well”

“That’s probably why you love us so much” Harry tells her with a cheeky smile

Love

She scoffs “Love?” She the gently plucks the glasses off his face “Maybe you need new glasses because you clearly can’t tell the difference between love and disgust” with that, she received another swift kick from Lionel, sending her into Harry’s chest

“I think you’re absolutely right Lionel” Y/n rolls her eyes and gently placed his glasses onto her nightstand

“He doesn’t even need all of that room” she grumbled while trying to make herself comfortable

“What?” Harry questions “I promise I don’t have cooties” Y/n rolls her eyes again “Afraid of being too close to me?”

“No” she cranes her neck to look up at him “Just go to bed Potter”

“Oh, now we’re back on a last name basis”

Y/n frowns at his comment “I thought you were just as tired as I was” she mumbled “I’ll never be able to sleep with your constant sass” she goes to flip over but Harry was quick to wrap his arms around her and keep her trapped against his chest “Harry!” Her cheeks began to heat up and her heart rate fastened

“You know what? I think I’m finally comfortable”

“Harry let go!”

He stops to think for a moment “Mmmh….i don’t think I will”

There was no use fighting him, he had an iron grip on her, which took her by surprise because she never expected him to be so strong. This was probably the first time she’s noticed how toned Harry was, she never realized how strong he was until this very moment. So this is what you’ve been doing at quidditch practice. Y/n leaned her head against his chest in defeat, all she could do now was pray he couldn’t feel her heart beat through her chest.

It was around 2:30 when Y/n’s eyes fluttered opened. Legs intertwined with the boy lying next to her, her arms wrapped around him while his still wrapped around her as if he were afraid to lose her. How did I even end up in this situation?

She tries to pry herself away from Harry, but like before, it deemed useless “Harry” she whispered “Harry wake up” then the thought of what people might say began to scare her. It wasn’t so much the hufflepuffs, but the Gryfindors would definitely let the entire school know by six am tomorrow “Harry you need to wake up!” She let go of his rib cage and lightly tapped his face “Harold…” soon enough, she was greeted with sleepy eyes

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he finally answered in a groggy voice while she searched his eyes for any worry or concern but inevitably found nothing “That’s the best rest I’ve gotten in the past two years” I guess he did say he was having trouble sleeping. He loosened his grip on her to rub his eye and she took this opportunity to finally leave his side

“I didn’t think about it before but if we wake up tomorrow people will ask questions” she hands him his glasses, which he kindly accepts “The last thing I need is rumors spreading around that I slept with the chosen one”

“You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing” Harry looks over at the clock and lets out a tired sigh “You should’ve just let me sleep for the rest of the night”

She rolls her eyes “So the entire school can think we were sleeping together?”

He shrugs his shoulders “Well, we did”

Embarrassment spread across her face, causing her to hit him with a pillow “You need to leave”

But as she knew already, Harry was stubborn “Why can’t I just spend the rest of the night here?” He propped his head up on the pillow “It’s late and I’m already in bed. Besides, if Filtch catches me out, he’ll give me detention and we won’t be able to go to Hogsmead” as much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Harry made grabby hands at her which made her look away while trying not to smile, but ultimately ended up climbing back into bed with him.

“You’re infuriating” she grumbled while taking his glasses and setting them back down onto the table, Harry however took this opportunity to pull her back into his chest “What are you-”

“Saving you from a couple of kicks” although her back was against his chest, she could practically see the cheeky look on his face

“Yeah well you don’t need an iron grip on me” she huffed while trying to make herself comfortable “It’s like you’re trying to suffocate me”

Harry quickly let’s go of her “I’m not hurting you am I?”

She frowned when she realized his dramatics worried the boy “No, you just-” truth be told, she wanted to be wrapped in his strong arms, she wanted to be cuddled, she was being selfish for once and wanted one night without the constant reminder that he isn’t hers to have. Her fingers found his hands and gently pulled them back around her waist “Sleep, I’ll figure out a plan on how to sneak you out later” her hands lingered on his, it’s not that she didn’t want to let go, it felt like she couldn’t

Merlin what have I gotten myself into?

☾

“I can’t believe you spent that much on a broom” she scolded as they left quality quidditch supply’s “Isn’t quidditch season over?”

“Yes, but I’ll need a new one for next season” he insisted “Just wear and tear, but it’s definitely a notable difference in speed and how fast I’m able to stop”

“Your old broom seemed fine to me” she muttered under her breath as they continued walking

“Would you like to go for a trial run?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face and she rolls her eyes

“I’d rather die Potter”

The smirk then changed into a small genuine smile “I’ve missed the banter between us, I’ve missed you”

No, stop it

But she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach or her breath being caught in her throat “Well…I’ve just been so busy with…” trying to avoid you “Learning difficult potions and stopping poachers while you have been busy with….whatever you’ve been doing”

“I’ve been trying to convince professor Slughorn to give me his untampered memory of the conversation between him and Voldemort”

Y/n nods “And?”

“Apparently he explained to him about horocruxes”

“Which makes sense why he tried to hide it from everyone” Harry quirks a brow “I mean being responsible for making one of the most powerful wizards almost unstoppable would make me die from guilt”

“Unstoppable huh?”

She gives him a side eye “Almost unstoppable” she clarified “If anyone’s going to stop him, it’ll be the chosen one of course” she playfully nudged him with her elbow

“Speaking of which, I’m going with Dumbledore tonight to search for another horocrux”

A frown made its way to her face “Please be careful Harry, I know how reckless you tend to be”

“Are you worried about me? Worried that you’ll never see my handsome face ever again?” She rolled her eyes at his comment

“Yes Harry, I’m sure everyone would be disappointed to find out and miss you and your handsome face”

He then stops right in front of her “Would you miss me?” Her heart began thumping out of her chest “I mean would you miss me if I died?”

Those piercing green eyes made her want to crawl into a hole and scream, there was no way she could avoid this “Of course I would Harold” she was quick to break eye contact but Harry was faster. He slid over to the right to block her from continuing their walk back to Hogwarts

“Then may I have a kiss for good luck?” ohmygod “Since you’re so worried about me” he shrugs his shoulders while looking everywhere behind her except for her “Besides, I never got a good luck kiss for the quidditch game”

It was inevitable

There was absolutely no excuse to be made, just her and him in this moment “And you’ll promise not to be reckless on this mission?” She was so undeniably attracted to him that it almost physically hurt to stay away from him

Harry quickly nods “I’ll come right back to you once we’re finished”

Y/n takes a step closer “Wow, don’t you think you should tell your best friends first?”

Harry shakes his head while also taking a step towards her “I want to come back to you” he stops right in front of her and tilts her head up with his finger “I’ll always come back to you” he barely whispers while pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear “It’ll always be you first” his hand slid down to cup the side of her face. It felt like sparks were flying, both of their hearts beating out of their chest as they slowly leaned in to a kiss that both of them desired. She was drunk on his scent, ignorant to any observers or what consequences this might have on the future. Hell, she couldn’t even think about anything other than the boy in front of her and what his lips might feel like.

Their lips mere inches apart from each other’s with only a simply phrase to stop them “Harry my boy” Y/n quickly pulled away and gave a polite bow to their headmaster “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything”

Y/n was quick to shake her head “No sir” her face grew hot in embarrassment “Of course not”

Dumbledore smiles and turns to the boy “It is time” Harry nods, immediately understanding what he was talking about “Miss L/n” he turns back to the girl “Would you mind taking Mr Potters belongings back to his room?”

Y/n shakes her head while grabbing the items from Harry “I best be off then” she gives a tight lipped smile and scurried off

“What impeccable timing sir” Harry commented with a clenched jaw

“Please forgive me, but miss L/n will have to wait just a bit longer”

☾

Y/n would’ve never imagined that that would’ve been the last time she’d ever see professor Dumbledore. This is it, the start of the end

Y/n pushed through the crowd to see Harry kneeling beside his mentor, completely devastated at the sight. She took this as sign to comfort him, he needed her now more than ever right now, the future didn’t matter in this moment. She knelt beside the boy and hugged him to ground him, to give him the reassurance that he needed. Harry gladly leaned into her embrace, crying into her shoulder to finally release all pent up sadness he had.

Once everyone was sent back to their houses, no one dared to tell Harry he couldn’t spend the night in the Hufflepuff dormitories, nor did Y/n care of what others would say.

The green eyed boy spent the entire night attached to Y/n’s hip; head glued to her chest and arms latched around her waist while she lovingly caressed his hair to soothe his muffled sobs. Y/n wanted nothing more in the world than to be there for him, to be his rock, his forever, his absolute everything. It was completely worth all of the scolding she’d get from McGonagall later if it meant she could stay with the boy in this moment.

“Harry” she gently grabs his hand, trying to persuade him not to leave “You don’t have to face this by yourself” the next morning Harry was too eager to jump right back into the horrors of reality for Y/n’s liking

He looks down at their hands “I just need some time to be alone” when he looked up and saw the disappointment on her face, he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it “I promise I’ll come back” his eyes never left hers “I’ll always come back to you, remember?”

Y/n smiles at the sweet words and let’s go of his hand “I’ll see you later Potter” she gives him a playful smile which he gladly returns.

Once Harry was out of eye distance, Y/n closed her door with a huff “Awww, how sweet” a familiar voice startled her as she let go of the door knob. Y/n slowly turned around, eyes widening in horror to see none other than Bellatrix Lestrange “Boo!”

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