#they were four but james and sirius were clearly closest

[iamgonnagetyouback]

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♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: When you bring your boyfriends flowers out of the blue, they panic.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None except loads of fluff

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: poly!marauders x reader

The Marauders were sitting in their dorm when you walked in with a bouquet of flowers in hand. They didn’t notice you at first as you approached with a mischievous grin on your face, but as soon as you cleared your throat, all four of them froze.

They stood in a line like they were under some spell, eyes wide as they glanced at each other nervously. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter exchanged panicked whispers, but you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying—just snippets like "Is today something special?" and "Did we forget an anniversary?" and "Is it Boyfriend’s Day?"

You chuckled softly to yourself as you pulled out the first flower from your bouquet. James was the closest, so you walked up to him first, holding up a bright sunflower. His face lit up, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

“For you, James. A sunflower, because you’re always bright, always warm… like the sun,” you said with a grin.

James's face turned red as he fidgeted with his glasses, trying to hold back a goofy smile. "Uh, happy… Girlfriend's Day, darling?" he stammered, clearly unsure of what was happening but wanting to play along.

Next, you turned to Sirius, holding out a dark, mysterious nightshade. His brow furrowed slightly, but he accepted the flower with a smirk, though you could tell he was just as confused as James.

“Sirius,” you said softly, “Nightshade. It’s bold and fierce, just like you.”

He blinked a few times before running a hand through his hair, looking nervous for once. "Uh… happy one-month anniversary?" he guessed, his voice unusually soft.

Moving on, you pulled out a delicate moonflower and handed it to Remus, who took it with a gentle smile.

“Remus, a moonflower… because you’re always calm and thoughtful, and you remind me of the night sky an d you know for obvious reasons,” you explained.

Remus’s smile grew, but he glanced to the others for reassurance before saying, “Happy anniversary?”

Peter was last, looking increasingly anxious as you held out a daisy for him. His hands shook a little as he took it, eyes wide.

“Peter, a daisy. You’re sweet, kind, and always bring joy to everyone around you,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

Peter’s face turned pink as he glanced between his friends. "Happy six months?" he whispered, clearly uncertain if he was even remotely correct.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “No, no, there’s nothing special about today.”

They all blinked at you, the confusion deepening.

James, always the one to voice his thoughts first, asked, “Wait… if today’s not our anniversary, then why did you get us flowers?”

Sirius tilted his head. “Is this some Hufflepuff thing? You know we love you just the way you are, yeah? You don’t need to be all, uh, 'Hufflepuffy' for us.”

Remus chuckled, and Peter nodded eagerly.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly began to babble, “No, it’s not that! I just—I read somewhere that most boys don’t get flowers until their funeral, and I thought… well, I thought that was sad. You all deserve flowers now, not just later! And I wanted to do something nice for you, but now I’m worried maybe you didn’t like it, or it made you uncomfortable, and—”

Before you could continue, James let out a loud, choked sob, surprising everyone. His eyes were filled with tears as he clutched the sunflower to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Oh, Merlin, you’re the sweetest thing ever,” he cried, his voice trembling with emotion. "No one’s ever given me flowers before!”

Sirius had tears gathering in his stormy eyes. He looked at the nightshade in his hand like it held some deep, hidden meaning. “You’ve got me all teary-eyed, love,” he muttered, trying to blink the tears away.

Remus was grinning ear to ear, holding his moonflower delicately as if it might crumble in his fingers. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said softly.

Peter didn’t say anything, just threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly. "You’re the best, really!" he whispered, face buried in your shoulder.

James was still sobbing, unable to stop. "And the kindest," he added through his tears.

Remus stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. “And the prettiest,” he said, his voice full of warmth.

Peter, still hugging you, mumbled, “And the most caring.”

Sirius suddenly scooped you up into his arms, twirling you around. “And the best girlfriend ever!” he declared loudly, spinning you until you were dizzy with laughter.

They all crowded around you, each holding their flowers tightly as they showered you with compliments and affection. James finally managed to stop crying long enough to plant a kiss on your forehead, while Sirius pulled you close for another twirl, this time with his nose nuzzling your neck.

“I think we’re the luckiest blokes in the world,” Remus said softly, watching as Peter beamed at you.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you looked at each of them, holding their flowers like they were treasures. “You’re the sweetest too, you know,” you said, eyes twinkling.

And in that moment, surrounded by your boys, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

i need someone to give me flowers!!

[lexithwrites]

some headcanons for the ladies of the fandom, and no this isn't gonna follow canon, they're all a little gay at the least, so cry about it x

dorlene,,my loves, i feel like they met at a gig honestly, marlene is very tomboy/grunge and loves going by herself to bars and pubs where some local band is playing and she's a bit awkward on her own but once she has a drink and sees a pretty girl she's a lot more chill and confident

then she meets dorcas and she's fucked, so so fucked

dorcas is my goth queen, long black dress, buckled harness across her chest, sharp black nails, dark makeup and so much jewellery and marlene cant stop staring at her

she didnt think she liked goth chicks that much but FUCK this woman is a goddess, and shes tall,,,marlene is a sucker for taller women

shes so nervous trying to chat her up because dorcas' voice is like velvet, its so soothing and melodic and marlene thinks she might orgasm just from talking to her, and dorcas TOUCHES when she talks to you she's touching her arm and running a hand down her back and telling marlene she looks hot and marlene is so red

but they do exchange numbers and talk for days before marlene finally has the guts to ask her out and dorcas takes her to this restaurant and honestly they spend the entire night together walking around and talking and they go to marlene's and do makeout but nothing further, dorcas is also my demi queen and marlene is probably shaking with nerves lmao

also i feel like when marlene introduces her to the group they're all starstruck by dorcas too, dorcas is like the hottest woman they've all seen and dont know how marlene's nerdy ass pulled her but are so proud and happy

plus dorcas is the sweetest most gentle woman, she's so caring and attentive and pays so much attention to what someones saying to her, she remembers everything

also her and lily? besties, they're both into the same shows and they're both book lovers and talk for ages about fanfiction hehe

speaking of, my girl lily, she's basically walked out of the 70's and i love her for it

all flares and tie dye shirts, long, bright red hair and crazy bright makeup, her favourite colour is yellow and she loves flowers and summer and UGH okay

she loves 70's rock too, i feel like she kinda hides it a little but her and sirius bond over it very quickly

her entire apartment is very boho and there's lots of incense and candles and yes, shes a stoner, shes cool

very bisexual but basically only wants to date women as her experience with men (past a fling with james when they were teenagers) has been bad so she goes on a lot of dates with women to try something new and they didnt really work out past a few dates but she's hopeful

then one night she's getting drunk and a lil high with mary and she realises how pretty mary is, how soft her skin is, how fluffy her hair looks and suddenly they're really close and woah her lips are so plump and taste like strawberry wtf

i feel like her and mary hooked up once and got so nervous that they ruined their friendship that they didnt talk for a week until remus begged them too because he hates his two closest friends not speaking

when they do talk mary tells lily that she's had the biggest crush on her for so long but she didnt know how to say anything because lily had dated other people in that time and lily just feels her heart sore because oh,,,oh

mary is the sweetest girl, okay, she's precious and honestly its because of trauma and just her resilience to it thats kept her so loving and sweet, she deserves a fiery girlfriend like lily

mary has a big family and i'll stand by that, she has like four brothers and three sisters and she's the third eldest so she's taken care of them a lot too

she loves taking lily to her families home and introducing them to her girlfriend and honestly? they adore lily

she's cool and feisty and funny and she clearly makes mary very happy, but her older sisters do have a protective talk with her but they love her, they know she wouldn't hurt her

i feel like mary is a theatre girl too, she loves acting and directing and learning about sound and costume design, she's defo in the universty theatre department and lily is always coming in with a coffee and some lunch incase she forgets to eat, plus it makes mary blush when lily comes in because everyone stares at her

also in the theatre department is none other than xenophilius, a shy, whimsy guy who is dating probably the scariest yet coolest woman ever, miss pandora rosier

her and her brother were always into acting growing up and loved being in plays together, so they're defo in the department too

i feel like pandora loves making costumes and does the makeup for shows she isn't in and evan is a big sound design guy, so they're always backstage together as well as onstage

pandora is whismy goth, her and dorcas bonded over that when they first met in freshers, and she always smells of flowers and cigarettes from her brother

she also wears the TALLEST shoes ever because she's short, i love short panda

and xeno is the tallest lankiest mother fucker okay he's like barty height and so skinny, and he has a shock of white hair and heterochromia eyes and fiddles with his fingers a lot and pandora thinks he's adorable

they talk about true crime together and she reads his palm a lot and he does her tarot reading and its a beautiful, soft, loving relationship

but i feel like they're also a lil freaky,,,maybe some knife play here and there who knows, pandora is a wild card

her and dorcas became friends with the other girls through marlene and after that they're all insperable

they go shopping, smoke weed, hang out in the rosier's pool during the summer, its great

and marlene is the only driver so she takes them to the beach and down to brighton for the weekend so they can go to the gay bars together, its just great

i love my ladies, i hope this meal was filling

[laventadorn]

Hi. Me again. In canon Umbridge finds out about Dumbledore's Army/Defense Club due to Umbridge giving Marietta Edgecombe (I think that was her name), Cho's friend, truth serum. But, I was speculating the nuance of actual betrayal, and forcing the younger generation to re-asses their house biases. Like, maybe b/c of the presence of a Slytherine, people just assume the worst of them. Harriet defends them. Only, for it to be a fellow Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw who sells them out to Umbridge. Whether you go there or not in your fanfic, I was just curious about what you think of the nuance of the positive/negative extremes of ALL the houses. I think it was confirmed Umbridge was in fact in Hufflepuff, which shows the fine line between loyalty and fanaticism. Pettigrew was Gryffindor; the fine line between bravery and ego. Ravenclaw can probably be so practical that they sometimes don't think about people's feelings. And through Snape (especially the way you write him ; chef's kiss) we see the nuance of Slytherine. And since you're keeping Cedric, I hope we get more POVs (however brief they may be) of the other house characters. I LOVE that you're expanding Harriet's circle of friends, slowly but surely. Hermione and Ron will always be her closest friends. But, I loved how we saw Cho, and even Fleur in 4th yr, Asteria - I hope we see more Millicent - so, I look forward to more of that goodness. I think that's one of the reasons why I keep coming back to your fics for re-reads. You've added nuance that I felt was lacking in canon. Anyway, thank you for writing such a beautiful story.

hello again! someone once said "JKR divided the human race into four groups and then ignored two of them," which i think is pretty accurate... and the older i get, the sillier the whole house system seems. my brain is not operating at its peak today, so some of this might be garbled nonsense or just repeating the obvious, but:

to me, the houses don't have any inherent value as a means of determining character. i think it would be more accurate to say that people are sorted based on how they want to appear to others or how they think of themselves. this isn't a bad thing per se -- i think it's neutral and natural. it might not even be conscious, especially when they're young.

we can read harry's experience this way, for example. dumbledore says "it's our choices that determine who we are" and cites the example of harry turning down slytherin and choosing gryffindor, but i would argue this is not because slytherin is inherently evil or gryffindor inherently good; harry made his choice based on how the houses were described to him. the sorting hat frames it differently than hagrid did (slytherin is the "way to greatness" vs. the bad people house). harry doesn't want to be bad*, so he just says "not the bad people house" until the sorting hat gives up. it's more like the house system reinforces beliefs or biases because you get 4 separate groups who establish what behavior is "the best," and then what could have been a minor inclination (or even a major one) gets reinforced into something bigger. hufflepuff seems to have the least issue with this, as helga is described in one of the songs as "tak[ing] all the rest," i.e. the kids that didn't sort into the other three houses with their prized qualities of courage, intelligence, and ambition. a person doesn't have to be smart to get into ravenclaw, they just have to prize intelligence (or want to be perceived as wise or intelligent). in her mind, umbridge could believe that she is very loyal to traditional wizard values, but in reality, she's just a sadist who loves control (fanaticism). peter probably wanted to be seen as brave because he was scared of everything all the time -- but then he wasn't actually brave, and this could've reinforced his inferiority, especially adding in james and sirius' bullying behavior and his own clearly mixed admiration and resentment.

idk, i'd like harriet to just realize the house system is so deeply flawed and largely based on pure perception as to be inherently meaningless. maybe she doesn't make a big platform out of it, but she's already pretty much decided this on a subconscious level from her interactions with asteria and snape. so if someone were to ask her, she'd say, "i dunno, it doesn't really seem to matter. just do what you think is right."

and: thank you! c:

ETA:

*it could be argued that harry doesn't want to go to the bad people house because the dursleys have always labeled him as a nasty, rotten boy etc. and he doesn't want to wind up in that position in the wizarding world. (plus, what child wants to be seen that way?) then he meets malfoy, who makes him feel small, and this reinforces his No Slytherin point of view. these are very child-appropriate concerns, so i'm not saying this is narrow-minded of the text; it feels quite honest, really. of course, this is just about Not Slytherin; the Hat puts harry in gryffindor based on what it senses in his personality. so maybe i'm undermining my own point :)

[triscribeaucollection]

Godfather

The first time that Harry held Teddy Lupin, only a few months old, his throat closed up and his eyes prickled, and he couldn’t do anything besides sit silently with the sleeping baby for the better part of two hours. Andromeda left them alone, content to look every so often, but she knew all too well the kind of heartache that kept Harry quiet. Her grandson’s godfather could take all the time he needed to sit and mourn in her household.

Over the next several years, Harry did everything he could to be an ongoing presence in Teddy’s life. He visited for dinner, babysat on weekends, spent the night during holidays. When Andy reluctantly permitted it, he’d take Teddy out to parks, both local and far afield, letting the little boy explore to his heart’s content.

Harry’s only intention was to be there for his godson, to make certain a fellow orphan knew he was still loved, above all else.

He didn’t mean to give anyone ideas.

---

“Mate, if I knew why they wanted you up there, I would have said,” Ron flatly told him, when Harry arrived at St. Mungo’s, a couple hours after word went out about the newest Weasley to be born into the world. “Go on, George is waiting.”

Bewildered, but nonetheless touched, Harry went. In the maternity ward, George met him by the elevator, grinning broadly despite the dried tears on his face. First and foremost, he pulled Harry into a tight hug. Then he led the younger man to a room where Angelina rested, toying absently with the bits of fluff already springing up from their new son’s head.

“Hey, Harry,” she greeted, smiling as they came in. “Got ourselves another troublemaker.”

“I can see that.” He eased down into the closest chair. “What’s his name?”

“Fred,” George answered, nearly choking on it, but still grinning. “Fred Harry Weasley.”

Harry froze.

“We want you to be his godfather,” Angelina added, shifting so she could ease her son up and over. Stunned, Harry still automatically held his arms out, accepting the small bundle and immediately tucking the baby close to his chest. He stared at both his former Quidditch teammates, unable to respond.

Little Fred made a soft noise. With the practice that came of handling the four Weasleys born before him, Harry adjusted his grip, and stroked a finger against the back of Fred’s tiny hand. It seemed to do the trick, and he settled again.

“...you’re sure?” Harry asked in a whisper.

Angelina’s expression turned firm as she nodded. George’s went soft, instead. “Yeah, Harry. We’re sure.”

What could he do except agree?

Afterward, the rest of the family took turns bustling in and out, and eventually Harry had to pass the baby over to his actively crying grandmother. Ginny joined him at that point, laughing softly as she watched her parents and new nephew, one hand absently resting on her own baby bump. “This’ll be our turn, in a few months.”

Harry smiled, standing up to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “I can’t wait.”

---

It happened again, a year and a half later, but at least Harry got some warning before the day itself. Hermione wanted everything planned as much as possible in advance of her and Ron’s first child, and that included locking down godparents before the third trimester.

“You asked us for Jamie,” she insisted. “Now I’m asking for Rose.”

James Sirius and Fred Harry, rapidly becoming known as Jamie and Forge, were already a massive handful to mind, and clearly learning how best to put woebegone expressions to work for their begging tendencies. Harry wasn’t sure how he and Ginny were going to handle their next one, due not long after Hermione’s, let alone another godchild on top.

But he didn’t say no.

---

The next godson Harry didn’t know about until a month after the fact.

“Oh,” Luna airily said, the first afternoon he was around to visit following the birth of her twin sons. “Rolf’s brother and cousin are Lysander’s godparents; you and Ginny are Lorcan’s.”

“We are?”

“Of course, Harry. I want them looked after by family, in case Rolf and I find a mystery we can’t return from.” She smiled at him, then immediately changed the subject to her latest Quibbler article, without giving him a chance to object.

Not that he would have, but still. At least Ginny felt just as surprised when he shared the news at dinner that night.

---

The last request to be a godfather came when he was once again at St. Mungo’s, but this time in his own room.

Teddy and Delphi were spending the night at Andy’s place, Jamie and Remy at the burrow under Molly’s care with their closest cousins. Harry would collect all of them later in the morning, at a more reasonable hour, but- he couldn’t bring himself to get any sleep before then. Not with a brand new daughter in his arms.

A few visitors had been in and out already, so it didn’t come as a surprise when Neville knocked on the door before sticking his head inside. Harry made a soft shh sound, standing up and silently walking over, trying not to wake the exhausted Ginny. He stepped out into the hall and grinned. “Hey, Nev. Meet Lily Luna Potter.”

“She’s beautiful.” His friend and coworker smiled, lifting a hand to gently touch the thick head of red hair Lily already sported. “Bit surprised this didn’t come out black, but- not that much.”

“Nah, me neither. Besides, we needed another redhead in the family.” They shared a brief grin before Harry went on. “I didn’t get around to asking before, but- will you be her godfather?”

Neville took a deep breath. “...yeah. Yeah, I will. If- if you do the same.”

Hannah was due within the next six weeks. Harry swallowed. “Still planning to name her Alice?”

“Alice Augusta, yeah.”

“Guess I’d better accept, then. Bring us full circle.”

A crooked grin took up residence on Neville’s face, and he clasped Harry’s shoulder. “If I had a drink, I’d offer a toast.”

“Tomorrow night,” Harry offered, looking back down at his daughter. “New Year’s Eve, we’ll toast to them both, and their grandmothers too.”

“Works for me. And Harry?”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

Emotion swelled. His throat closed up, and his eyes prickled, but Harry still managed to say, “‘Course. It’s what I’m here for.”

---

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[shakespearean-snape]

And there he was, at a table right behind Harry. Harry stared. Snape-the-teenager had a stringy, pallid look about him, like a plant kept in the dark. His hair was lank and greasy and was flopping on to the table, his hooked nose barely half an inch from the surface of the parchment as he scribbled. Harry moved around behind Snape and read the heading of the examination paper: DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS--ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL. So Snape had to be fifteen or sixteen, around Harry's own age. His hand was flying across the parchment; he had written at least a foot more than his closest neighbours, and yet his writing was minuscule and cramped. 'Five more minutes!' The voice made Harry jump. Turning, he saw the top of Professor Flitwick's head moving between the desks a short distance away. Professor Flitwick was walking past a boy with untidy black hair ... very untidy black hair ... Harry moved so quickly that, had he been solid, he would have knocked desks flying. Instead he seemed to slide, dreamlike, across two aisles and up a third. The back of the black-haired boy's head drew nearer and ... he was straightening up now, putting down his quill, pulling his roll of parchment towards him so as to reread what he had written ... Harry stopped in front of the desk and gazed down at his fifteen-year-old father. Excitement exploded in the pit of his stomach: it was as though he was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes. James's eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than Harry's and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thin face, same mouth, same eyebrows; James's hair stuck up at the back exactly as Harry's did, his hands could have been Harry's and Harry could tell that, when James stood up, they would be within an inch of each other in height. James yawned hugely and rumpled up his hair, making it even messier than it had been. Then, with a glance towards Professor Flitwick, he turned in his seat and grinned at a boy sitting four seats behind him. With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed. And two seats along from this girl--Harry's stomach gave another pleasurable squirm-- was Remus Lupin. He looked rather pale and peaky (was the full moon approaching?) and was absorbed in the exam: as he reread his answers, he scratched his chin with the end of his quill, frowning slightly. So that meant Wormtail had to be around here somewhere, too ... and sure enough, Harry spotted him within seconds: a small, mousy-haired boy with a pointed nose. Wormtail looked anxious; he was chewing his fingernails, staring down at his paper, scuffing the ground with his toes. Every now and then he glanced hopefully at his neighbour's paper. Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then back at James, who was now doodling on a bit of scrap parchment. He had drawn a Snitch and was now tracing the letters 'L.E.'. What did they stand for?

Note: the emphases are all mine. I would just like to point out how utterly impressive it is that Snape was able to both be bent so close to his own parchment that he was practically inhaling it and still see what James Potter was doodling on his parchment from across two aisles and up a third. Note: sarcasm is also all mine.

Even if JKR hadn't clearly said herself that Pensieve memories were always intended to be a magical reproduction of the exact events someone stores based on an extracted thread of memory then a simple bit of critical reading more than validates the conclusion.

the amount of harry potter fans who don't seem to realise that pensieve memories are not biased, but completely impartial, and just show events exactly how they played out is...interesting. we know what it looks like when they've been tampered with, but other than that.

yes i am talking about marauder stans claiming that snape's memories of the bullying were biased, and that he skewered them on purpose. where is the logic. why would snape alter his memories to make james look bad when he didn't want harry looking at them in the first place. use your brain.

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

i have such mixed feelings about Peter being a hatstall

because on one hand i hate how it reinforces even further the stereotype that if not all slytherins are evil, then at least all villains are slytherins, and if they arent then they almost were.

on the other hand i adoore the idea of Peter having the sharpest tongue of the four of them, and while he was probably more calm and levelheaded like remus, if he felt like someone crossed the line he could be so cruel, in a way the other three werent capable of.

i hate when in fics he has no personality whatsoever and then suddenly the betrayal just appears out of nowhere? wheres the build up? you can not convince me he was not the first in line to hex someone into vomiting slugs if they messed with them.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

I can't tell if you like the Marauders or Snape more. Which one do you like?

I like and dislike them both for different reasons. I'm not really anti any of them, nor am I pro any of them (except older Remus!). They all have their pros and cons, which I'll very briefly list here:

James: we know so little about him from canon, other than the fact that he bullied/pranked others, eventually won Lily over, fought in the war, and died in an attempt to give Lily time to run off with Harry. I actually think of James as a "woke" Draco Malfoy, in that he's got all the pampering and swagger, fighting for the "little guys," but not super aware of the broader societal problems. He's a teenager, to give him some credit, but his worldview is rather distorted. As a character, I'd give him a 5.5/10. He's okay.

Peter: we know more about him, thankfully. He was the tag-along friend. In one of my fics I tried exploring how and why he gave into Voldemort, and my conclusion is that his friends grew up and moved on but he didn't. Remus was off with werewolves, Sirius was doing who knows what, and James had a family. We know Sirius & James were the closest, so it's safe to assume that after school, their little group fell apart a little. Peter got left behind and when faced with defending his old friends or joining what looked like a stronger cause, it makes sense. Not to say Peter's betrayal is on his friends - he still had full agency - but my head canon is that Peter felt left out and took his anger out in a really misguided way. As a character, I'd give him a 4/10. Meh.

Sirius: we know a lot more about him! Adult Sirius and teen Sirius are almost two different people to me. So we'll start with teen Sirius. Teen SB is a little shit. He, like James, is a product of his upbringing. Yes, he wants to rebel and fight for the good guys. Yes, he wants to fight against prejudice. However, in doing so, he forgets about others' feelings or how his actions affect others. His temper and pride get the best of him - he thinks he's better than others because he, too, is "woke." As an adult, he's better, in some ways, because he does recognize mistakes and he's more than punished for it. He eats rats for Harry to stay closer to him. He improves with time, like a good wine. 7/10.

Remus: just like Sirius, I need to differentiate between adult Remus and teen Remus, but he's got similar issues either way. Remus is a coward at all ages. He wants so desperately to be liked (understandable, given his condition) that he doesn't call out what's going wrong. He is loyal to a fault. He hides behind excuses over his wrongdoing or his inaction. He's not challenged very much - none of the Marauders are - in terms of personal growth, until he's older. This is why I ship Remadora and not Wolfstar. Tonks challenges Remus to be better; Sirius is literally in arrested development after the age of 22. But, this paragraph is about Remus. By the end of DH, he's happier and has shown tremendous personal growth. 10/10. Chef's kiss.

In a brief scenario to show what I mean, imagine the four Marauders dealing with aggressive racists:

Sirius and James: start beating them up after a heated argument because "that's what they deserve"

Peter: joins in the beating up because Sirius and James went in first and are clearly winning

Remus: doesn't think solving violence with violence is the right thing to do, but stands to the side and says nothing.

Now, for Snape:

Snape: again, teen Snape vs. adult Snape, two different people. We'll start with teen Snape. He is understandably bitter. Like the others, he's looking for a place to belong. He might have creepy little friends and a desire to "out" Remus as a werewolf, but none of these things deserve death or torture. As for his friendship with Lily: they are both immature. Lily probably doesn't understand the enmity and implications of the relationships among wizards in the houses or by blood status. What Snape said to her - calling her a Mudblood - was not unforgivable, IMO, especially considering the trauma that led up to it. However, Lily's a teen girl in this scene and she's got her own friends who likely haven't helped. Snape loses Lily, and at that point he's really got nothing left to lose.

OK, now for the big things. Snape trying to save Lily while not bothering with Harry or James. I definitely think he didn't care if James lived or died. I think Harry, in Snape's eyes, was a lost cause. Voldemort was set on killing the kid, and Snape had probably seen enough that he knew it was a lost cause. That being said, if Lily had survived, I doubt the friendship could be salvaged. Was it selfish of him to want to save Lily only? I think so. But, like many people (realistically) he wanted to save his own priorities.

Now adult Snape - no excuses for the way he treated the children, even if he was covering as a Death Eater torturing Gryffindors. Yes, all the teachers at Hogwarts had their issues (and this is a red herring logical fallacy, btw, to compare Snape to others), and Snape was particularly cruel.

That being said, he was committed to defeating Voldemort, even if his reason was very personal. He was committed to helping Harry stay alive, again, even if it might've just been revenge on the man who killed Lily. He's neither the first nor the last person/character to go into a battle with a single cause. He could've said screw it, I'm out, but didn't. Yes, he was a dick to children and yes he was cruel, but he was committed, till the end, to helping Harry, Dumbledore, and the Order to defeat Voldemort.

I give Snape a 7/10 for similar reasons as I gave Sirius a 7/10. He made some major mistakes - and continued to do so - but where it mattered most, he helped.

In the example above of Marauders dealing with racists, this is a bit how I see it if Snape had been involved:

Snape: does nothing immediately. Plans a long, slow burn to destroy the racists' cause, lives, and credibility. Changes nothing about his life otherwise.

So...to answer the question...took a little time to get there, whoops...Marauders = meh. Teen Snape = meh. Adult Sirius = better. Adult Remus = give me more of that man. Adult Snape = better.

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Little Secrets - pt. 2

A/N: I couldn't found a perfect gif. Okay?! But this is the closest I could get. Plus, I really have to go to the bathroom, so this is the quickest gif I could find. I also spent three days writing this because I had about thousands of scenes in my head but I had to write only one. I love it. Hope yall love it too <3

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All five of you have been sitting at the table; your father, James, Sirius, you and your mother, who had just brought some tea.

Sirius has been smiling at you. You had been smiling at him but not because you had pleasantly enjoyed his sudden appearance, though he was a quite fit young man, but because it was all so amusing.

"So you have a sister?" Sirius turned his head to James, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes..." James smiled awkwardly. "My younger sister, (Y/N)."

"That you had never mentioned." you grit your teeth a little and raised an eyebrow.

"Why haven't you, son?" asked your father, meanwhile your mother went to get Sirius some warm clothes.

"...it... didn't come in conversation..." James shrugged.

Both you and Sirius let out a laugh, exchanging a familiar look, as if the two of you were old friends already.

"Does anybody in Hogwarts know that you have a sister?" you asked, getting more stiff and angry, though you pretty much knew the answer. "I mean, some purebloods surely have to know." your tone started to get louder, causing James to sink in his chair. "Or was the fact that you have a Squib sister put shame to your popular reputation?" you stood up from your chair, glaring at your brother and seeing his friend stare at you with wide eyes.

You were a Squib?

You ignored his expression and made your way up-stairs, going off to bed. You didn't cry and you didn't yell. You weren't really sad to cry or angry to yell... you were just confused. That's all.

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A few days passed and you didn't much talk to James. You avoided him, called a few friends and went into town with them. They were all mostly Muggles and you didn't mind that. You kept your secret life separate but you did tell them that your brother was keeping you as some sort of secret from his friends and the only explanation you had was that he was some sort of ashamed of you.

"That's rubbish, Pea."

That's what your friends called you. A nickname from the first day of school all those years ago, there was a little accident with peas at lunch. Everybody called you Pea since then. Everybody except your family.

"Than what other explanation is there?" you started to get frustrated, digging your head into your hands. "I just don't understand!"

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"I did. He's determined to avoid the topic." you drank your coffee and threw yourself back.

"And his friend?" she raised one of her eyebrows.

"Sirius."

"Sirius. What a name..." she started to tease you. "Is he cute?"

"He is." you smiled a bit. "Quite fit."

"Uff! What does he look like?"

"Well, he's tall, a bit shorter than Jamie but he's got a gorgeous face. Like if Aphrodite had a son with Kleopatra, he'd be the product of them."

"Hell, that good looking?" she rolled her eyes, thinking you were being your usual sarcastic self.

But you weren't. He was literally beautiful. "Okay, look. I am not in love with the guy. I just have eyes and my eyes love pretty things. He is one of those pretty things."

"Objectifying now, are we?" she continued to tease.

"You know what I meant."

"What about Alissa?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows and causing you to sink in your chair.

"What about Alissa?" you smiled sheepeshly.

"I saw the way she hugged you in front of school."

"Yeah but I don't know if she's into... you know..."

"Girls?"

"Yes! It's so hard to tell. I mean, she gives me so many signs-"

"There you go. She likes you."

"- but then she also ignores me at times. Like this hot-and-cold energy."

"Oh." your friend frowned at the sight and slumped her shoulders. "How about we go to a party tonight? You and me-"

"And?"

"Some friends." she grinned.

"Whiskey?" you grinned as well, feeling so much lighter at the proposition.

"There has to be whiskey. If not, we're leaving."

"Okay, let me just call mum. Tell her, I'm going to be a tad late." you winked at her and ran to the payphone at the back of the cafe. You spun the number and waited.

Your family loved the phone. Being a wizard, the communication usually fell through the letters but since you lived with one foot in the Muggle world, the discovery of the payphone has made you overly-excited as well as your parents. The communication was much faster and you could always call your home whenever you needed.

"Hello?" there was a foreign voice that only seemed to belong to one person in that house.

"Sirius? Is that you?"

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" he shouted into the phone. "Who is this!?"

"Sirius, it's (Y/N)."

"Oh! James' little secret sister."

"Yeah, that one." you rolled your eyes.

"Are you stuck in there?"

"Where?"

"In this tiny box? Do I have to call your mum to get you out?"

"Sirius, this is a phone."

"Oh! I've heard of those. It's a Muggle thing." he let out a laugh. "Foolish little thing. When you can just write something and poof it to someone's way."

"Well, I can't really poof it, can't I?" you smiled as you heard him gulp on the other side.

"Uh... sorry... I forgot."

"It's fine." you giggled, letting him know you are not offended from his reckless words. "Can you get mum anyway?"

"Why?"

"Because I have to tell her I'm going to come home late today."

"Oh." you could see him leaning on the wall and smirking at the idea. "Where are you off to?"

"Only a friend's house.

"A-ha." he doubted. "Friend's house." he continued to speak in a mocking tone. "Am I-"

"Oh, you've discovered the phone." you heard James in the background, laughing. "Who is it?"

"This thing is magnificent, Prongs. I can talk to her like she's here, though she's not in this tiny little box.... is she?" he whispered the last part, covering the phone.

"It's (y/n)? Is she still mad at me?" he leaned on the phone. "Stop being such a stubborn little arse and get over it!" he shouted, meanwhile you rolled your eyes.

"She says she's staying at a friend's house?" said Sirius.

"No, she's not." James laughed. "Her friend, Mandy, lives with her uncle who doesn't approve of (y/n) what-so-ever. She's going to a party."

"Am not!" you shouted through the phone, clearly lying. "I'm not going to Mandy's... I'm going to Zoe's."

"Zoe? I thought she goes to Greece during the summer."

"She's staying this summer. Broke a leg."

"Broke a leg my arse!" James shouted.

"Can we come too?" you heard Sirius through the phone.

"Maybe next time. I don't think I can manage James' face without punching it yet." you shrugged.

"Can I come then?"

"Oi! Don't be a prick."

"What?! It's a party!"

"Just tell mum I'm coming home late and that-" and with that the call got cut. You looked at it with surprise and then just shrugged. "They got the message."

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You had come home, not drunk, not tipsy... just a little dazed. You wished you were wasted but a memory of you not being able to walk a few years ago due to some heavy home-made Scottish Whiskey, you had decided that getting wasted wasn't worth it.

You put your shoes away carefully and quietly before going to the kitchen. A simple walk home sobered you up. You could walk normally, feel lighter on your feet but wanting to collapse into your bed as soon as possible. Though you were starving, so the fridge was the first stop. Toast, mayo, baloney and cheese.

"Mmmmmm." you rolled your eyes back from the delicious flavor in your mouth, almost melting as it filled your stomach. When your eyes rolled back to the sandwich you felt like you saw a spark of light from the corner of your eye. You glanced back up and saw a familiar figure standing on the porch.

He was leaning over the fence, mind deep in thought, eyes far in the distance. Brushing your hands on your pants, you opened the door from the porch and peeked out.

"Peek a boo." you said casually but he didn't budge, only turned back calmly.

He gave you a soft smile and moved a little to give you space. "How was the party?" he said as he flickered the cigarette away, shutting up the grasshoppers.

"Eh." you shrugged, mimicking his position. "Wasn't really a party, more like a friendly gathering."

"Bummer."

"Not really." you laughed. "There were all these random people, Muggles as you call them and I knew three or four of them. People kept leaving and coming, random people that I know from school but never really hung out with them, you know?" you looked at him and he smiled, listening on. "And I did talk and flirt with this guy, who kept coming onto me but all the time I kept observing others and by the end of the night, when I came home, there was only one person on my mind and it wasn't that guy- that random, thought quite charming and nice guy- but it was this girl from school with pretty bluish-greenish-brownish eyes."

"All three colours?" he laughed.

"They change colour a lot, okay?" you laughed. "But it's not even the colour, more like the way she looks at me- like she's in love with me but I don't know if she's in love with me because one day she's all for it and another moment she's ignoring me. It's so frustrating."

"So you like girls?"

"More or so. I don't mind guys either."

"Which one do you prefer?" he asked from curiosity.

Though it wasn't one of your favorite questions to hear, you still replied casually. "It's not the matter of preference, more like the matter of which I fall in love with. Guys are simple. They think simple and there's no secret meaning behind their words. You know when they want to snog you or shag you or when they want something serious or not serious. Simple."

"And girls are not simple?" he laughed.

"Oh, girls are so complicated!" you groaned. "Not all of them of course. Not me." you laughed and he chuckled as well.

"Not you?"

"No. I don't like to complicate things just because of how my last girl did."

"Your ex?"

"Not really an ex. It was an odd situation but listen up to this." you started to get more comfortable. "She and me have been writing to each other- she was a tough nut to crack to be honest. I was breaking the ice with that girl for like a year and a half. She was hot and cold with me. I never knew what she meant. One day she was giving me hints she was into me, another times she was completely ignoring me."

"Is this the same girl you talked about before?"

"No-" you stopped, thinking back a little. "Though it is a similar situation, isn't it?" you asked him, meanwhile he laughed.

"I think so."

"Hm... I'll get back to that thought." you pinned the realisation down and continued with the story. "Okay, so she was finally starting to open up to me- also she was tall and dark and gorgeous green eyes, super hot- I can't leave that out."

"No, you can't."

"She was getting to open up, telling me stuff about her family, her friends, which classmates she hated and I was getting excited because LOOKIE THAT! SHE MIGHT TAKE A FANCY IN ME." you said over-excitedly, throwing your hands in the air before your face and your hands fell back down. "And then I see her hugging a boy in the hall and suddenly they're both dating."

"Oh, bummer!" He laughed. "She was straight."

"Oh, hell no." you laughed. "That girl was definitely not straight but her parents were, so-"

"Oh, makes sense."

"Perfectly good sense. She's studying to become a lawyer."

"A lawyer?"

"Yes, a lawyer."

"Bet her parents are happy."

"Over the moon, I suppose."

"And you?"

"Eh. I moved on from her a long time ago. To be honest, I just liked the chase." you let out another laugh and he rolled his eyes.

"Really?"

"I always love a little chase or runner dynamic."

"So you're the chaser?"

"Or the runner, depends which one I'm feeling. Today was more like a runner but when I play the runner, they really give up easily, you know?"

"I actually do know." he shook his head a bit, pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. "Does James know?"

"He does but not about... you know... them. He just knows about it."

"What do you mean?" he started to laugh again. You were funny. He liked funny girls and from the way you reacted to James' little secret, he thought you'd be just like the others but you were so simple and funny with a tad of mystery in your eyes.

"He only knows bits of it."

"Bits of it?" he quirked an eyebrow. "I thought the two of you tell each other everything."

"Clearly not." you rolled your eyes and dropped your head back. "I'm a secret."

"A pretty secret." he blurted out before he could help himself. Noticing what he had said as he had watched you drop your head back, your hair flowing in mid air and your eyes focused on the distance, he really couldn't keep it in. James kept you a secret. A pretty little secret and he never understood why. He had known him for so long and he hadn't mentioned you once in all those years. Did Peter know? Or Remus? Or did really nobody know that James Potter really had a younger sister, who had no magical abilities.

"You think I'm pretty?" you smirked, quirking an eyebrow yourself.

He let out an embarrassed laugh and looked away just before his eyes locked with yours again, the blue that is bright in the day, now dark, almost black in the night. "I have eyes, (y/n). It's just a mere observation."

"Oh." you laughed as well, jumping down from the fence and putting your hand on his shoulder. "Than as a mere observation, I can say that you are extremely hot." you put your hand on his cheek and tapped it a few times just before you made your way to your bed. "Goodnight, Sirius Black."

He watched you walk away with his cheeks burning red. Bold, daunting- you were. Similar in a way with how James acted but he had to admit that you seemed quite more of an adventure than James. It sounded ignorant to say that. You were new, something hidden, now on the surface where he can marvel at you. He felt just a little bit more excited than the day he met James. Such a thrill, knowing that he has all the summer getting to spend with you.

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Like an Open Book IX

Part 1 | Part 8 | Part 10

A/N: Happy holidays everyone! It’s almost the new year and here’s one more chapter before 2020 ends! We follow James’ POV throughout this, and I hope you like it as much as I did when I wrote it! I really hope 2021 will do us some good ._.

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James Potter was luckier than most teens his age- he knew that fact better than anyone else. He had great, loving parents who supported him unconditionally, he had friends who’d always have his back, and whom he was willing to do anything for as well, and he was one of the top performing students in school without exerting much effort. And sure, Lily Evans didn’t think of him in a good light right now but he was sure that she’d come around sooner or later as long as he was persistent enough, and by then he’d have the most amazing girl by his side, and life would undoubtedly be perfect. For the past five years, that was always his train of thought, it was his constant, his certainty in life.

But then she came along; and suddenly one of his closest friends had her back more than his, and Lily Evans escaped his thoughts more often than not until she had completely slipped his mind and was replaced by someone whom he never even imagined he’d become acquainted with.

He disliked her at first, even loathed her at one point; she allied herself with the person he hated the most so she automatically placed herself on a bad light, at least to him. But now here she was, sitting on a couch in his house, having tea with his mother, sharing a conversation he had no idea what about, but they sure looked like they were enjoying themselves.

His mother loved her company, he saw that, and that stirred something inside of him. Because as she was slowly penetrating his thoughts, she was also slowly becoming a presence in his life that he’d sorely miss if she ever wasn’t anymore.    

“Oh, James, come along and join us for tea.” His mother called out when she noticed him standing by the stairway, staring at them. With his train of thought broken, he made his way over, fully aware that Y/N’s eyes were on him. It somehow made him a little self-conscious. He took a seat by her side and flashed her a smile. A habit he had picked up in school. Smiling at his enemies made them hate him more, while smiling at those who aren’t had the opposite effect.   

“Y/N.” He greeted. She smiled back at him, and although it was quite subdued, it was great improvement from when she used to scowl at him every time she saw his face all those weeks ago. “The boys and I were thinking of taking a dip later, you should come with, Y/N.”

She leaned on her hand and smirked at him, now that’s a first, “Do I have a choice?”

“’fraid not, sweet.” He replied, matching her tone, making her roll her eyes at him. He turned to look at his mother who quietly sipped her tea as she watched the scene before her, a smile on her features. Thankfully she didn’t comment, but Y/N suddenly flushed, trying to hide behind her cup as she drank tea. Was he missing something?

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“Careful, the ground’s kind of slippery.” Remus held his hand out for Y/N to hold as they headed down towards the lake. She took his hand without even hesitating, as if it was no big deal, and something dropped to the pit of his stomach.  

“Are you pouting, Prongs?” Sirius teased from his side, trying to conceal his obvious amusement.

James glared at him, which did little to no effect in quieting down his best friend, “I never pout.”  

“You’re doing it right now!” He exclaimed and James immediately hit him in the back of his head.  

“The hell Pads?!” He whispered in panic as their other three friends threw a questioning look their way. They ignored them after a few seconds and continued walking when neither boy had no inclination to share what just transpired.  

“What’s got your knickers in such a twist?”  

James frowned at him, refusing to answer. Sirius raised a brow and followed the direction his best friend was looking at. A mischievous smile forming on his face. “Does it bother you? Y/N and Remus?” James rolled his eyes heavenward, an exasperated sigh escaping him. Bingo. “Aren’t you a tad bit curious on their relationship? Why they’re so close?”

“Didn’t we have this conversation already?”  

“I think so, but it seems to bother you with no end nonetheless.”  

James didn’t reply to that. If he was honest with himself, then yes, he was bothered by it, so much that it distracted and irked him; but then he didn’t look forward to answer Sirius’ no doubt many questions, so he chose denial instead. “It’s none of my business.” He muttered in finality, signaling the end of their conversation.  

Besides, the other person was Remus; if Remus liked you like they thought he did, he’d support him with everything he’s got. It wasn’t everyday Remus fancied someone since in the back of his mind he knew the werewolf still thought he didn’t deserve to be with anyone because of his condition, which was total bullocks. Remus deserved happiness, just like any other person.

A shriek soon rang out followed by a splash. James just realized they already arrived at the lake, and Y/N was already submerged in the cold waters. She gasped for air, “Sirius Black!” She shouted as the gray-eyed boy laughed out loud.  

The girl soon got her wand out and grinned evilly at Sirius, making the boy’s laughter immediately die down. “Now Y/N,” He started, “be reasonable.”  

Y/N conjured a whip right out of her wand and waved her hand, expertly catching Sirius in her grip and pulling him down the water, creating another splash. The whip disappeared as soon as Sirius’ body hit the water, and when he swam back up for air, he gave Y/N an incredulous look, “That’s not fair!”

Y/N laughed out loud for the first time since they started their little vacation, making James’ heart swell. “I think it’s time you learned that life isn’t fair Siri!” She laughed and splashed him then hurriedly turned to swim away. Sirius immediately went on pursuit. Peter had already stripped off his shirt and ran towards the lake, “Geronimo!” he shouted and jumped in the cool water.

James stood beside Remus, the other boy shaking his head at the antics of his friends. “Jumping in Rem?” He asked.  

The brunette shrugged, “Maybe later.” He replied. “You?”

James contemplated as he watched Sirius pull Y/N towards him and dunk her head down in the water, the girl pulling his long locks in retaliation. “Same.” He answered.

Remus chuckled then spread out a wide picnic blanket on the grass. The two boys sat down, soaking in the summer heat; Remus got a chocolate bar out of the small basket they brought, offering James some, but the raven-haired boy shook his head in response. “Suit yourself.” The boy soon took out a book from the basket and opened it to the page he last stopped in, his bookmark slipped off, and just as he was about to pick it back up, James had reached it first.  

“Here you go-” James was about to say but stopped to stare... it was a picture... a picture of Y/N. So, Hope Lupin wasn’t lying when she said Remus had a picture of the girl. A frown formed on his face. He noticed Remus’ outstretched hand, and he immediately wiped it off his face and gave the picture back.  

All James could hear was the pounding of his heart, and with every beat, it hurt. He bit his lower lip. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. What the hell happened to supporting Remus with all his got when all he felt was a stab in his chest that wouldn’t seem to go away?

“I’m not competition, Prongs.” Remus informed him, noticing the look on his friend’s face.  

James whipped his attention to Remus, giving him a disbelieving look. “What?”

Remus sighed, closing his book, guess he wouldn’t be doing any reading now. “There’s nothing going on between me and Y/N. She’s like a sister to me.” He clarified, “I know it’s been driving you nuts, but do you realize your feelings now?”

“My... my feelings?” James stammered and ran a hand through his hair, the wheels in his head turning, “I... but you... the picture...” His hands gesturing around him wildly, becoming quite flustered.

“There’s something I haven’t told the lot of you,” Remus confessed, “not because it's a really big secret that no one should know about, but because I’m quite ashamed of myself really.”  

James shook his head, “I- I don’t follow.”

Remus held his hand up, “Let me finish,” he said. Their friends’ laughter rang out from the lake, but they paid them no mind as the air around them lack any mirth or the like. “Y/N and I met on the train to Hogwarts on our first year.” He had a faraway look on his face, the memories playing clearly in his mind, of their awkward introductions and initial conversation, “She was my first friend...”

James stayed quiet as he waited for Remus to continue; “Before I met you and Sirius, she was all I had for those first gruesome weeks in the castle; she knew from the get-go what I was y’see, she even consoled me when news about my mum’s illness came not long after, but... but I left her alone.” He let out a bitter smile, regret and guilt laced his features. “I tried to get her to join us when we became friends, but she wouldn’t. She was as closed off as I was y’see, and we found companionship in that fact. But when the four of us became friends, I think she thought that somehow, she wasn’t part of my picture anymore.”

The both of them looked at their other friends by the lake; at Y/N who was a completely different person now compared to Remus’ words. 

“She said she was happy that I found my place and that I didn’t have to worry about her anymore. I know now that I should’ve tried harder to convince her.”

James frowned, “You should’ve told us, we could’ve helped you and befriended her sooner.”

Remus let out a dry laugh, not a lace of any humor in it, and run a hand through his brown locks, “I know, I should’ve. But really, I thought she hated me and didn’t want to be friends anymore. Because other than the full moon days, she acted as if she didn’t know me.” 

“I-wait, what? So she knows? How? We didn’t even figure it out until second year!”  

Remus shook his head, “I can’t tell you how... just that she knew. Even when the four of us became friends, she still walked with me towards the Whomping Willow, and she was there every time I opened my eyes in the morning at the Hospital Wing, she only stopped when she knew you guys were aware of my condition.”

James gulped. He... he had no idea. “That Ravenclaw kid with the camera took this picture of her last year, I had to swipe it off of ‘im cause I reckon she wouldn’t want a stranger to have a picture of her.” motioning towards his book. “It was the least I could do, and I would’ve left it at the house but mum thought it was funny if she inserted it on one of my books, hence the bookmark. Anyway, I’m not proud of what I did, I shouldn’t have left her when she needed me as well, and now I just want to make it up to her. So, you don’t have to hold back on my expense, Prongs.”  

James stared off at the light that shined on the water as silence engulfed them. He felt that Remus was still hiding something about Y/N, but he chose not to pry. So... Remus didn’t fancy Y/N. Relief washed over him like a wave and he couldn’t help the sheep smile that broke off his face. “Oh, thank Merlin...” He breathed, letting out a shaky laugh. “Why did you decide to tell me?” He asked.

Remus smirked, “Because you looked absolutely pitiful, you twat.” He answered, laughter laced in his voice, “I could even feel you shooting daggers my way whenever I’m with Y/N. It was hilarious really, even Padfoot and Wormtail thought so. But everything’s gotta come out eventually right?”

“Padfoot, that git, so he knew all along?”

“That there was nothing going on between Y/N and I? Everyone but you knew I reckon. You’re the first one I talked about our history though.” James felt like an idiot, how could everyone but he, know?  

“Oi wankers! If you’re quite done, come join us!” Sirius called out as he threw his wet shirt to shore.  

“I guess that’s our cue.” Remus muttered stood up, taking off his footwear, he ran towards the lake, and James soon followed suit. 

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HOLY FREAKING SH*T THERE’S 300 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME THAT’S JUST INSANE!!!!! 

Thank you so much, all of you, thank you for supporting me in my work! I just- I don’t have the words to express how freaking much I love you all, and special mention for @pregnant-piggy and @theravenclawmarauder, two amazing persons

So now that I’ve said that, this is my first request and it’s from @smiles-returning-to-the-faces. As I’ve told you, I’ve taken some liberty and I hope it’s still okay for you (and I’m sorry it’s been so long...)

This is my first Sirius x reader and I hope you’ll enjoy!

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It was strange, the silence invading the house while just one week ago, it was filled with laughters, discussions and complaints. Now, the 12 Grimmauld Place seemed as dead as the rats once hiding in the couch, even though we were still four souls in there. Kreacher was bound to the house, of course, and he didn’t have much of a choice. Nor did Buckbeak the dear hippogriff and Sirius. And me? Nothing could have forced me to stay here, nothing except my love for the husband I had lost so many years ago. 

Sirius was my first and only love, the only man I had ever known. At first, his bad boy attitude had intrigued me. He seemed to be a living cliche, the heartbreaker of the school, never listening to anyone yet adored by even the strictest teachers of Hogwarts. Even his group of friends seemed cliche: the other star of the school, excelling in the Quidditch team and the most popular girl’s boyfriend; the serious guy, the prefect who had in fact the most mischievous ideas; and the shy boy who was part of the band without anyone really understanding why. 

Then I had begun to know him, to know his deep self, and I had fallen for the fragile boy with low self-confidence, the boy who had ran away from home and who wanted so desperately a family, which he had found with the Marauders. We were so different at the time, I was as introvert as he was loud and sometimes eccentric, but don’t they say that opposites attract? The only thing we seemed to have in common was our fear to love deeply, with all our heart, the fear of being abandoned and left broken on the sidewalk. 

We had found each other, we had begun dating at the end of sixth year and married half a year after graduation. We were both terrified of what life held for us, always dreading the moment one of us had to leave on a mission for the Order. It was exhausting, and one day, Sirius had proposed. A week later, I was officially Y/N Black. 

And a year and a half later, I was indeed left broken on the sidewalk, holding in my shaking hands the Prophet which first page showed Sirius, my beloved Sirius, laughing maniacally after, in their words, having killed Peter. James and Lily were dead, betrayed by I didn’t know who, Remus was gone I didn’t know where, and now Peter was dead too and Sirius… 

I spent the first year fighting tooth and claws to liberate him. I knew him, he would never have betrayed the man he loved like his brother and killed one of his best friends. Never. But proofs had kept coming to me, no one had allowed me to talk to him or to send him a letter, I didn’t know how he was doing, I had kept being attacked for defending him… And I had lost faith. This had been my biggest mistake. From this day, I had disappeared in the wild, not even replying to Remus’ letters as I thought he could be the traitor. 

Twelve years later, my life had changed completely once more when Sirius had escaped Azkaban. The reunion had been weird and difficult, but I trusted him with everything I had and I wanted to make up for all these years when I didn’t know what to think. 

That brings us back to Square Grimmauld, this place I knew Sirius hated with every fiber of his body. This place which had become his prison because Dumbledore had said so. 

“Sirius, love, are you okay?” I asked quietly when I saw Sirius gripping the back of a chair so tight that his knuckles were white. 

“Of course, don’t worry Y/N.”

He smiled and opened his arms. It was an invitation, officially because he wanted to reassure me, unofficially because he needed to remind himself that he wasn’t alone anymore. I threw my arms around his neck, tightening his body against mine as much as I could. The feeling still was a bit strange: his skin was closer to his bones than it used to be, his arms were thinner, and every time our bodies were in contact, horrible images of him tortured by dementors invaded my mind. These moments, it was hard to tell who was the most broken between us. 

“Do you want to see Buckbeak?” Sirius asked abruptly. 

He had stepped back and was looking at me with what painfully looked like a forced smile. 

“Yes, why not? I bet this poor Buck is bored to death up there.”

It was hard to always be pushed away by the love of your life after twelve years apart, but I didn’t want to rush him. I didn’t know what was happening in his head, and even though my only priority was to help him, forcing him to talk to me wasn’t the solution. 

After a little stop in the kitchen, where Sirius grabbed enough meat to feed a regiment, we headed to the room where Buckbeak was hidden. The hippogriff seemed more than happy to see us, and he didn’t even wait for us to salute him. With a noise that sounded like a shout of joy, he started to eat under our amused gazes. 

“The poor boy seemed to be starving.” Sirius commented casually. 

I nodded in agreement and stepped forward to brush a spider off Buck’s back. Far from noticing me, he extended his wings and moved them vividly, hitting me in the progress, before lying on the floor and squealed in a way that indicated clearly he wanted to be alone for his nap. 

I followed Sirius outside and as he closed the door, he asked me quietly:

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, don’t worry.” I replied with a smile. 

Sirius chuckled before gesturing his head toward the stairs. We joined the kitchen, and I sat on the work surface, grabbing his hand when he passed in front of me. Little gestures like that were normal before Azkaban, everyone used to tease us because we seemed to be glued one to each other. That’s probably why seeing him tensing for something as innocent as me holding his hand was so painful, a bitter reminder of what had been and could never be again. I let go of his hand and his fingers brushed against mine for a second before leaving them colder than ever. 

“It’s not easy, is it?” Sirius spoke up. He was giving me his back, but I could have sworn he had this sad smile I hated to see on his face. The one he always put up when he wanted to be brave but just didn't have the strength. “I thought it would be easier. I thought I would just kiss you, tell you how much I love you and things would get back to normal.” 

“What keeps them from being normal again?” 

“A lot of things.” he whispered before heading out of the kitchen.

This time, I wouldn’t let him go without an explanation. I was tired of all of this. I jumped off the work surface and caught up with him, wrapping my arms around him and resting my forehead on his back. 

“Talk to me Sirius. Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

Sirius, who had frozen, suddenly turned around and pushed me against the closest wall. His arms were surrounding me, his hands flat on the floor and his breathing warming my face up. His chest was regularly lifting, matching mine as my heart was beating faster than ever. 

“I just…”

Sirius’ voice was low, like a growl coming from the depths of his body. His hair falling in front of his face, his eyes were hidden from me yet I knew they were darker than usual. He had always failed to hide his emotions because of his eyes, so expressive against his own will. 

“I want to be close to you.” he whispered. “I want it so bad it’s scary. I feel like… Like I can’t breathe if I’m not near you.” 

I shivered before slowly removing a strand of hair. 

“I’m afraid of the effect you have on me. How can someone be so… so addictive?”

“Sirius, don’t think too much, love, it’s not your thing.” He laughed, and the sound reminded me of a yelp like every time he laughed heartily. “You’re here now, I’m here, so you don’t have to worry anymore. You can be as close to me as you want,” I added in a murmur, looking up at him with a smirk. 

Sirius’ POV

“Please babe, five more minutes…” I moaned as Y/N was getting up. 

“Love, you’ve begged for five more minutes for an hour now!” She exclaimed before chuckling softly when I grabbed her waist. 

“I don’t care, I don’t want to let you go.” 

Laughing at my childish pout, she laid back straight between my open arms and snuggled against me. Her hair tickled my bare skin, and so did her eyelashes when she looked up at me. Her Y/E/C eyes were shining in the morning light, and I found myself falling in love all over again. 

Everything from the bliss I was feeling to the dream-like light was just perfect. My wife was here with me, a thousand times more beautiful than the last day I had seen her before being sent to Azkaban, and her heart was still mine. She had waited for me, and now she was here. I should have been the happiest man on earth, shouldn’t I? Yet, it was still hard to believe that all of sudden, everything was back to normal. I couldn’t help but fear the moment all of this would be taken away from me, I dreaded the moment Y/N would simply vanish in front of me, the ghost of her hand making me wonder if she had even been here. 

I knew it was hard to understand. I needed nothing more than to be with her yet I was terrified and unable to stay by her side. But I just couldn’t let her leave my sight either; what if I couldn’t find her anymore? I had talked about this to Moony the last time I had seen him, and that was what had decided me to talk to her. 

“Just tell her,” he had shrugged. “You know you can trust her, and she will understand. You’ve been alone for twelve years Pads, of course it’s normal to need a reminder that she is here.” 

“Are you crazy?” I had replied. “I can’t tell her I’m so terrified that I spend half of my nights just watching her! What would she think?”

“Still the drama queen, aren’t you? Well, if you don’t want to talk to her - which I’m positive is the best solution but nevermind - then I don’t know how I can help you.”

Y/N moved against me, and her hand began to stroke the side of my arm. 

“You seem tense babe, are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay, don’t worry and come here.”

I tightened her body against mine and closed my eyes. Skin against skin, our hearts beating in sync, this was what I wanted for the rest of my life. 

“I missed you so much…” I breathed in her hair. “I was used to your warmth and all of sudden, I was left alone in the cold…”

“It’s over, love.” She pushed me just enough for our eyes to meet, her gaze as teary as mine, both crying because I had suffered all these years for nothing. “I’m here, I’m with you, ready to warm you up whenever you want. You’re not alone anymore, Sirius.”

[stark-tony]

most recent bookmarks (6/18/21)

mcu

you game? cake time? by iron_spider (3k, T, pepperony) Peter stares at him.“I’d like your help,” Tony says, gesturing towards the ton of cakes. “Your refined palette.”Peter snorts. He can’t lie, excitement is rising in his throat and in his stomach, and he barely ate at lunch today because he was trying to finish up the book report before sixth period. “Does Miss Potts know you picked me?”“You can call her Pepper.”Peter cocks his head. “Does Pepper know you picked me to help you?”

The Dangers of Sleeping on the Upside of the Bed by Honorable_mention (1.1k, G, gen, quarantine) Midtown High School’s Academic Decathlon team had moved online. Once a week, even during the summer, everyone would log on and chat for a few minutes before trying to beat each other on Protobowl while hurling barely school appropriate threats at each other. It was really quite a lot of fun.Through these online meetings Cindy Moon had gotten the opportunity to intimately learn about her teammates in a way she hadn’t been able to when they were in-person. A person’s room and the way they talked to their family told you a lot about them.In which the members of the Academic Decathlon team get the chance to meet Peter's roommates

something bright coming his way by iron_spider (6.5k, T, gen, hurt peter) “Pete,” Tony’s voice says. “I’m heading to your location.”Peter narrows his eyes. Karen’s colors turn from dark red to a softer blue, which he takes as her celebrating Tony’s imminent arrival. How imminent? What?“What?” Peter says again. Like an idiot.“Your numbers aren’t what I like to see and you stopped moving and I was in the area, anyway. You know. Doing Iron Man things. You okay?”Peter blinks. He sees some more lights out ahead of him that he thinks are headlights, and he feels like Karen is trying to even out his vision by changing how things come across on the HUD. She’s failing, but he won’t say that. Can she read his brainwaves? No. Definitely not. Maybe. Either way he doesn’t wanna be mean to her, so he stops thinking.Ugh, his side hurts.

Of All the Nurses’ Offices in All the High Schools... by sahiya (7k, T, gen, outsiders pov, identity reveal, hurt peter) Peter Parker has his own gravitational orbit, and it tends to suck in the people around him. Including burned out school nurses who were just minding their own business.Or: Patrick Carmichael meets Spider-Man (and Tony Stark), adopts a cat, and gets just a little bit better.

a first time for everything by crowkag (7.7k, pepperony, sick peter)  “Why are you whispering?” Pepper was asking, and the other noises were receding away behind the creak of a door and click of a lock.“Because I’m hosting a vigilante super-teen with enhanced hearing this weekend.” He slumped back into the couch cushions. “Or did you forget?”There was a sharp intake of breath.“Peter? Oh god, what did you—”“Nothing,” Tony rushed out, scrambling. “He’s fine. The kid’s fine, honey.”A beat of silence.“Okay, well, he’s not fine, but—”“Tony Stark—”

Is he or Is he not? by Omenthia_Arc (43.2k, G, pepperony, 5 + 1, people think peter is tony’s kid) Five times someone thought that Peter was Tony's biological son and one time everyone thought it.

hp

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35.7k, M, drarry, post-hogwarts, domestic) When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

The Wrong Sort by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle (289.5k, T, drarry, romione, gryffindor draco, canon divergence, torture)  In which Draco Malfoy is sorted into Gryffindor and everything kind of goes to Hell from there… but hey. At least there’s a chance he won’t grow up to be an awful person. Alternatively titled ‘Draco Malfoy and the Worst Goddamn Seven Years of His Life’

The Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid (998.6k, E, drarry, wolfstar, romione, neville/ luna, grindeldore, lockhart/snape, time travel, fix it, abuse) All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter.Suddenly, Draco has an unwanted second chance, with a Sorting Hat that doesn't know what to do with him, a certain Muggleborn who won't leave his study table alone, and green eyes he just can't get out of his head. And then there's his new wand, whose choice of him could just mark him as every bit as dark a wizard as his name means he should be.

more than getting by by sarewolf (34.4k, M, wolfstar, wolfstar raises harry) “What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

How Like Home by waitingondaisies (63.5k, T, jily, dimension travel) When Sirius falls through the veil, Harry chases after him, determined to find him on the other side. Instead, he finds nothing at all. When he wakes up, he is informed by Unspeakables that he is from an alternate universe.Thanks to his uncanny resemblance to his counterpart, Harry is readily recognized as a duplicate of Harry Potter, a normal fifteen year old boy, and is entrusted to the care of Lily and James Potter. From them, Harry discovers that Voldemort is not, and never was, a threat in this universe.Now, Harry must adapt to life with loving parents in a peaceful world.

Professor Black by Haunted_Frost (29k, T, wolfstar, professor regulus black) Kreacher's unending loyalty has allowed Regulus to survive the Inferi. In order to destroy the horcrux and ensure Voldemort's death, he goes back to Hogwarts, this time as a Potions professor. Years at this position give him new insights, even as the papers rave about how both the Blacks were traitors to their sides.When Sirius gets loose from Azkaban, Regulus knows one thing: he is not going to let his lunatic brother hurt his students.Inspired entirely by this tumblr post.

atla

(let me be) there for you by lesmiserablol (8.5k, T, zukka, post-war, bodyguard sokka, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers) Sokka pulls out a clean piece of parchment and starts to write:Reasons Why Sokka Would Be A Great Bodyguard for Lord ZukoHe smiles in satisfaction at the title. Seeing it in writing only makes him feel more confident in this brilliant, two-minute-old idea of his. Zuko is one of his closest friends, and Sokka is a great fighter, he would be the perfect bodyguard! He has the entirety of his trip in the Fire Nation to prove it to Zuko. This is going to be a piece of cake.(or, Sokka mistakes his crush for just a strong desire to be a guard for Zuko, and Suki is amused)

boy problems by burnt_oranges (22.2k, zukka, mailee, friends to lover, post-war, arranged marriage) “I accidentally signed off on an arranged marriage to Sokka,” Zuko says faintly. He sits up so fast he almost falls out of his chair. “I signed off on an arranged marriage to Sokka, and he agreed."In which Zuko suffers in a variety of ways, including but not limited to: close and constant proximity to the object of his affections, assassination attempts, and irreparable injuries to his dignity.

we really should google these things first by Bundibird (3k, G, gen, modern) Sokka's aloe vera plant is in need of a good pruning, and what's Sokka gonna do, just throw out all the pruned leaves? When instead he can make aloe vera juice? Come on. (Only - maybe he should have googled this beforehand. Because it turns out there's an edible kind of aloe, and a toxic kind. Guess what kind Sokka has. Go on, guess.)(Or: the modern AU based on the time I nearly poisoned myself with a non-edible succulent.)

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Checked Out by whelvenwings (27.1k, G, destiel, dreamhunter, library au, librarian castiel, writer dean, openly bi dean, misunderstandings)  Castiel Novak can think of many writers who would not be welcome under the roof of Heaven’s Gate library, where he is the librarian: Ayn Rand ranks highly (no explanation needed), as does Charles Dickens (he hasn’t forgiven Charles for the month he lost to The Pickwick Papers). And, of course, Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester, local author and obvious a-hole, who is entirely too handsome to be true and who is clearly totally lacking in profundity, intelligence, sincerity, and self-awareness. Unfortunately, though, Dean’s been invited to do a book signing at Heaven’s Gate - and Castiel’s about to be confronted by some unexpected feelings when he finally meets Dean for the first time.

Aim and Ignite by wincechesters (10.3k, M, destiel, cas in the bunker)  After the angels fall and Cas loses his grace, and with Sam still recovering from the toll taken on his body by the trials, Dean starts a prank war as a way to lighten the mood in the bunker and alleviate his boredom. It might just have some unexpected consequences. --- A post-S8 canon AU.

bnha

Izuku plays video games with the League of Villains (among other things) by ADyingFlower (54.2k, T, gen, quirkless midoriya, villain deku) Izuku plays video games with the League of Villains, denies being a villain, has his beloved animal crossing file threatened, kicks ass with a shotgun, is proposed to, learns to deal with his depression, and accidentally kidnaps the son of the number two hero. In that order.Or: Five times Izuku played online with his friends, and one time he played with them in personThen Himiko screams.“CAPTAIN!” “Y-yeah?” Tomura asks almost hesitantly. “LOOK!!” All four of them spin around, right as a cannonball comes soaring inches from Izuku’s head from the Galleon less than a three feet away from them. They scream. “OH FUCK NO NO NO NO! NO!” Dabi yells, running to load the cannons. “DUDE WE HAVE SO MUCH SHIT! NO! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”“Hey guys, guys! Hey, chill!” Izuku shrieks frantically, right as one of the players boards their ship and starts shooting. “CHILL THE FUCK OUT!”

our trust shot full of holes by nolov (louscr) (25.9k, T, gen) When he's twelve, Izuku meets his best friend. Neither of them are especially good at having friends, but they make do.The other shoe drops less than a week into his first year at U.A.

Are You Valued? by cyber_phobia (9.2k, T, dad for one)  "What are you drawing, Izuku?" Hisashi asks with adoration dripping in his voice. "It's Uncle!" Izuku shouts, smacking his dad's arm for daring to ask once more. All the air leaves Hisashi's lungs in one fell swoop.

To Spark A Smile by awefull (1.1k, G, gen, dadzawa) A six-year-old. Aizawa was the guardian of a six-year-old. Aizawa, a pro-hero, who had poor eating habits, and no sleep schedule, was in charge of raising a little girl.He, reasonably, had some concerns.

Long Night in the Valley by Marsalias (53.7k, T, gen, suspected traitor, dad might, dad for one) On paper, the Hero Commission's plan to investigate Midoriya Izuku under the guise of a training course for combating mental quirks is solid, almost foolproof, even. If Midoriya turns out to be innocent, they can pass everything off as part of the training exercise, assuming he even remembered any of it. Otherwise, they could beg forgiveness after the traitor was securely imprisoned in Tartarus.The paper plan failed to take into account the feral ghosts living in Midoriya Izuku's head, or his equally feral living friends.Time to bring on the chaos.

i gave the voices in my head a megaphone by hannahbal (17.3k, todoroki/midoriya/shinsou) ...and they started singing Megan Thee Stallion.(Hitoshi, like any good friend, brainwashes Izuku’s anxiety away for a day so he can know some peace. The problem? Izuku has no fear of god or consequences.Izuku also has no goddamn filter.)

Nothing Could Be More Worthwhile by Krisington (3.5k, G, gen, dad might) Toshinori Yagi wouldn’t say he had let his guard down in retirement, not exactly. It was more accurate to say that he had let his guard down in his true form. He didn’t notice others, and others didn’t notice him. It had become a small pleasure, he realized, one he was reluctant to let go.He should have known better.The man managed to reach All Might’s forehead a split second before All Might grabbed the man’s arm. But a second was just enough.A villain showed All Might a vision of Izuku. Bloodied. Broken. Fading. Was that some future that would come to pass? Toshinori needed to do everything in his power to make sure it wasn't.

everything i wanted by raindrops_0 (9k, T, gen, 5 + 1) Izuku turns to face Hitoshi and flashes a bright smile, eyes folding into crescent moons.Bright like the afternoon sun swallowing Hitoshi whole, bright like All Might’s fucking perfect grin, bright like he’s already a hero.Bright like everything Hitoshi has ever wanted and then more.(Hitoshi can’t help it, but he hates. Of course Izuku can smile as if the whole world is in his hands. He’s never had to fight for every little thing and be hated for it.)Or 5 times Hitoshi misjudged the golden boy of UA, and 1 time he finally understood.

hp/bnha 

Bend Before You Break by orkestrations (16.2k, T, gen) When Izuku set out for his morning run, the last thing he was expecting was to be plucked from his own world by magic and thrown into another universe entirely.Removed from his own conflict and with no way back, he sets himself to figuring out this world and its own incipient war while searching for a way to possibly reverse the spell that brought him here.It's just his luck that the year he arrives is the same year the government decides it's a great idea to bring back the potentially-deadly tournament.

[dancethroughthethunder]

A Little Gryffindor Courage

Word Count: A little under 4.6k

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Request: “Hi! Can you please do a young Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw! reader where she smells amortentia for slughorns class and she smells chocolate and panics bc woah, Remus likes chocolate! And he smells her scent (whatever you decide) in his own and gets the marauders go help set them both up? Tysm!!”

Authors Note: Am I using the “Marlene, Dorcas, Lily and Reader as girl group parallel to the Marauders just because four people get sat at a table in my brain”? You bet I am. Also, fem!reader as the request specified pronouns! This is my first request and I’m super excited to write it. I made the reader smell like lilacs because that’s what I smell like and it’s the first scent that came to mind lol. Reader smells more than just chocolate in the Amortentia bc I firmly believe it’s about more than romantic love. So I’ll say it now, only the third and final smell for Reader is meant to be romantic. I’m a sucker for an amortentia fic and a young!Remus so this is the perfect first request- it’s like you picked my brain to come up with it. I hope you like it! Xoxo (tagging @ragnarachael bc I promised her I would)

Summary: Sixth year students Remus Lupin and Y/N L/N have been good friends and potions partners for a while. One day, Professor Slughorn decides to switch up the pairs and you find yourself partnered with your dear friend Lily Evans while you study and make Amortentia. What happens when you find yourself smelling chocolate? Some teasing from Lily, and a push in the right direction from your friends help you and Remus figure out that there might be more than just friendly feelings between the two of you. 

Warnings: If you count some terrible puns as a warning, then there’s that.

“Hey pretty lady, can I walk you to your class?” 

“Oh my, a suitor of my own. I can’t wait to tell mother.” Your best friend Lily Evans giggled as she turned around to see you standing behind her, hand extended to her.

“Oi L/N, you make a better James than James.” Sirius yelled out from down the table as you watched Peter duck so James could have the perfect line or sight to toss a piece of cereal at his best friend. 

“Good morning boys.” You waved, laughing as Lily took your hand and began to walk with you away from the Gryffindor table and out of the Great Hall to go to your first lesson, Potions. 

You loved having Potions first thing in the day, and certainly not because of your professor. Sure Slughorn meant well but there was only so much fawning he could do over you and your best friends before you were practically begging for Professor McGonagall’s tough no nonsense attitude. No, you liked Potions because it meant you got to start your day with your best friends, as Ravenclaw and Gryffindor shared the class together. 

The second you left the Great Hall, you were joined by Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene McKinnon, the other half of your friend group. You supposed people thought it was strange that your closest friends were in a different house, but hey houses are about the qualities you espouse and hold dear, not a binding group of exclusive friends that you can’t stray beyond. The four of you made your way down to the dungeons while the three Gryffindors caught you up on the nighttime shenanigans the Marauders had been up to since you saw them last. 

Walking into the classroom, you saw a note on the front board telling you that Professor Slughorn would be late and to divide into the pairs up on the board. Huh, that’s weird, you thought, Slughorn usually keeps the same partners. Well, I hope my new one is as good as my current one. You scanned the board to find your name and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that luckily you were paired with Lily. Okay, so maybe there were some benefits to being the teacher’s favorites. 

“Aww poor Y/N/N, she won’t get to stare at her boy all class.” Marlene teased as her and Dorcas took their seats on the opposite sides of the table from you and Lily. Huh, me and Lil and Dorcas and Marls? Slughorn must be in a really good mood.

“Oh hush, Remus and I are friends okay, nothing more. You’re just projecting your love for Sirius onto me, Marlene McKinnon.” Marlene shrugged, smirking, but dropped the subject as the boys in question walked into the room. 

“Sluggy, Lily, ladies, other members of the class.” James Potter came strolling into the classroom first, with a smirking Sirius Black, an amused looking Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin, lovingly rolling his eyes at his friend. James stopped to acknowledge Lily, then the rest of your table before turning to realize that your professor was nowhere to be seen. 

“We’re supposed to be getting into the pairs listed on the board, and starting to brew Amortentia. But then again, those of us who can read already know that, Potter.” If it was anybody else you were sure the harsh comment would be enough for a jinx thrown behind their backs later, but with Lily and James it was just par for the course. 

You went to the storage cupboard to get the ingredients you needed, while Lily was setting up your cauldron with the proper equipment you would need to make the potion. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” You heard the familiar voice of your typical potions partner and turned around to find Remus Lupin standing behind you, waiting to grab his own ingredients. 

“Morning, Remus. I have to say, as glad as I am that it’s Lil, I’m going to miss my favorite potions partner”. You teasingly bumped his hip with your own as you said this, your arms full of potions ingredients. 

“Don’t let Lily hear you say that I’m your favorite, not her, she’ll kick both of our arses.”

“Oh Remus, who said I was talking about you?” You giggled as you ducked under his arm to head back to your table.

“I’m wounded, truly.” Remus smirked at you as you tried to hide the blush that was undoubtedly creeping up your face. 

“Somehow I think you’ll survive, Rem.” You quickly walked away before Marlene or the girls could notice the interaction and tease you even further about it. 

You walked back over to your table, trying not to look back at the tall boy that had captured your attention. As much as you liked Remus, you weren’t going to say anything. Sometimes you thought he was flirting with you, but you were sure that you were reading into it. Besides, with best friends like James, Sirius and Peter, there was no way he could possibly like you without the three of them turning it into a spectacle a la Lily and James. 

Sometime later, Professor Slughorn had appeared, apologizing for his absence and mumbling something about a group of first and second years that had needed a big enough disciplinary meeting that included him as their Head of House, and the Headmaster. You barely paused to register what he was saying as you continued focusing your attention on brewing your, fairly complicated potion. Soon enough, the liquid in your cauldron was taking on a mother-of-pearl shine as steam came piling out of it. You wiped your hand over the back of your forehead, to hopefully reduce the bit of sweat that was appearing as everyone’s potions were giving off hot steam.

“Hey, Marlene?” 

“Yes, Dorcas?”

“I wonder what exactly a tall, sandy haired Gryffindor prefect smells like?” You looked up from your potion and groaned as your two best friends on the other side of the table exchanged wicked grins, that you knew meant trouble.

“Well you know Dor, I bet there’s one way to find out.” 

“Just ask Y/N/N what her Amortentia smells like.” Dorcas and Marlene finished together as Lily laughed and you groaned. 

Unbeknownst to you, there was a similar discussion occurring over at the Marauders table.

“Hey James, how many galleons do you want to put on a bet that whatever Y/N smells like, our Moony here smells in his potion?”

“It’s lilacs!” Peter excitedly claimed.

“What?” His three best friends turned, faces screwed up in confusion, to stare at him. 

“What Y/N smells like? She smells like lilacs.” Peter smiled as he offered this information.

“Now how in Merlin’s name do you know that Pete?” Sirius turned to look from Peter to you, back to Peter with one eyebrow raised.

“That Hogsmeade weekend when she was sick and couldn’t go, she asked me to pick up some more of her soap for her, don’t you remember?”

“No Pete literally nobody remembers that, and loverboy, do you feel like you’ve got competition now?”

“Don’t be a hippogriff’s left nut James, you two probably just had detention that day. And regardless, anyone could tell you that she smells like lilacs.”

“Again, no, nobody just knows that off the top of their head. Unless they’re Peter or they’re in love.”

Before either you or Remus could give some sort of (honestly well deserved) snarky remark to your respective friend groups, Professor Slughorn called the class to attention and began to wax poetic about Amortentia.

“Ahh Amortentia. The strongest love potion in the world, but I’m sure you all know that from the chapter. It smells different to each person, depending on that which attracts them. Some people smell purely based on the romantic love in their life, but for many of us, Amortentia’s smell reminds us of love both familial and romantic, platonic and intimate. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, maybe love is in the nose of the potion maker.” Slughorn paused here to chuckle, with one hand on his stomach and the other rested on his desk, clearly incredibly amused by himself. 

As badly as you wanted to keep a straight face and not encourage the man from any further attempts at humor, you couldn’t stop the laugh escaping from your mouth. Before you had a chance to cover your mouth with your hand, Remus turned around and the two of you shared eye contact and a smile that Lily (who was of course, observing) would swear had nothing to do with the joke you were both unsuccessfully trying not to laugh at. That was one thing you liked about having Remus as a potions partner, you had similar senses of humor and he wasn’t afraid to laugh at a professor’s bad jokes with you. Unfortunately, Professor Slughorn caught the eye contact between you two and decided that you were the perfect person to pick on as the next, and final, part of the lesson.

“Now, class, as we can see Miss Evans and Miss L/N’s potion is absolutely marvellous, see the mother of pearl sheen? The spirals of steam? I can see that not all of you had as much luck, so after we have Miss L/N demonstrate for us how to properly smell the potion and describe for us what she smells, I want you all to come over here and smell their potion. Then you may pack up for the day. Remember, I want a foot of parchment on Amortentia and you will not receive complete marks unless I see you smell this potion and you make mention of your specific type of scent in your essay. Have a good day, I’ll be at my desk to observe if you have any questions. But first, Miss L/N?”

You were hoping he’d forget. But, he didn’t. What a man, forgets when you need him to remember and remembers when you need him to forget. Oh well, at least he means well. You tucked your hair behind your ears so as to not get any of it in the potion and leaned forward to inhale just a little bit of the steam to be able to smell your potion. 

“Well, go on girl, tell us what you smell.”

As you breathed in, the first thing you noticed was the indescribable scent that you knew without hesitation, “It smells like my grandmother’s kitchen. If I could describe happiness and childhood in a scent it would be this.” You sighed contentedly as you continued describing the scent of your potion, “and something.. Comforting, clean, but I can’t totally tell. Oh, Lil can you move away for a moment?”

As Lily moved to the other side of the table, you realize that you can still smell what is just so fundamentally Lily. “Well that makes sense, the next scent is my best friend. It’s you, Lil.” You smiled at her as you tried to hone in on the third and final discernible scent in your potion. 

“Anything else Miss L/N?” You sensed that Slughorn could tell you weren’t quite done with your potion.

“It’s… hmm I mean it’s sweet but not like a pudding. I think it’s, yes it’s chocolate.” You were so focused on your potion that you didn’t see the way that Remus froze in his chair, eyes on you while Sirius was (not subtly at all) tapping Remus on the knee under the table, as if to say “Hey Remus that’s you in case you didn’t know, that friend of ours that you’ve fancied for years smelled you and you’re chocolate”. You know, the way an excited puppy might hit you with its wagging tail. 

But you didn’t notice, you were too busy trying to think through who you associated with the smell of chocolate because smelling Remus? Certainly not, how fanciful and romantic- you didn’t have time to be a hopeless romantic. No, there had to be some other explanation than the boy who you knew always had chocolate for a friend in need and who threatened to die Sirius’ beloved hair if he stole his last bar of chocolate one more time. It couldn’t be Remus, who always let Lily raid his chocolate stash for you when he knew it was your time of the month, Remus for whom you made sure to return the favor (what? You were a Ravenclaw for Rowena’s sake, it wasn’t like you hadn’t put two and two together, I mean really it didn’t take a potions master to figure out why his friends called him Moony). Nope, there was another explanation and that was that. 

While you were typically to dispose of your own potion and clean up your workstation, Professor Slughorn allowed you and Lily to be the first to leave class and have someone else (likely him) clean up your area, that way everyone else could use your perfect potion to find their own smell. You and Lily grabbed your bags and books, told Marlene and Dorcas you’d meet them in the courtyard and headed out of the classroom. 

As you made your way to the courtyard, Remus was taking his time clearing his own cauldron, hoping that if he went slowly enough his friends would give up and go smell the Amortentia without him. He could have smelled his own except Peter accidentally bumped his arm while he was pouring one of his ingredients into his cauldron. While Peter apologized profusely, Remus didn’t mind; it was one of the most advanced potions they had attempted so far and it was likely that a mistake would be made somewhere along the way. Regardless, Remus wasn’t necessarily afraid of what he might smell, he was afraid of admitting it to his friends. 

“Cmon Moons, time to go find out what gives you a nose boner…. A noner”

“Sirius, do you hear the things that come out of your mouth?” Being best friends with James and Sirius, one might think that they would cease finding things surprising. They would be wrong.

“Nope, it’s a surprise to me as well, more fun that way. Let’s go!” Before Remus could protest or find something else to occupy his time and attention, Sirius had grabbed his one arm, James the other and Peter was standing behind him making sure that he had no choice but to move forward towards the cauldron. 

The three boys shoved Remus so hard he nearly went head first into the cauldron, a little too excited to see what the potion would reveal. When the tall blonde boy softened, and the corners of his mouth turned up instinctively at the first smell of the potion, the boys knew that look meant one thing and one thing alone: lilacs.

Remus would deny it (“Denial is a hell of a drug, my wolfy little friend”) but he had a Y/N face. James could put a bell around your neck and it still wouldn’t be as reliable as Remus’ face to notify others that you had entered a room. Then again, as he’d remind his friends, unless you’re carrying a mirror around everywhere, one can never really know what the nuances of their different facial expressions can look like. Regardless, the Y/N face never lies, and without having to ask, the Marauders knew that the potion had confirmed what everyone with a pair of eyes knew, that you and Remus both fancied each other deeply enough to impact the smell of your Amortentia. As Remus began to straighten up, the three boys exchanged looks and knew that they needed to do something to help the two of you figure out how to express your feelings before someone in your respective friend groups just put it in a Howler for the entire Great Hall to hear. 

As you went on with the rest of your day, completely unaware of what (or perhaps more accurately, who) Remus smelled in his Amortentia, your friends realized that the Marauders were up to something. After Potions, you didn’t have another class with Gryffindors for the rest of that particular day so until dinnertime (you liked to spend lunch with your fellow Ravenclaws) you wouldn’t have a really good chance to catch up with any of them. That left the Marauders free to scheme and your friends free to try and find out what their favorite trouble makers were up to. 

“Alright Pettigrew, tell us what’s going on.” Lily Evans walked up to Peter Pettigrew who, instead of using his break to go into the courtyard or even the library, was standing outside the very same potions classroom they were in that morning.

“What? Erm, nothing really… what’s… going on with you?” Peter looked around nervously wondering why now of all times, it was his turn to be the lookout. They should have known better than to come up with a plan regarding Y/N without bringing Marlene, Lily, and Dorcas in on it. 

“Come on Peter, you can’t think we’re that stupid. Now where are the other three? And what trouble are you getting into?”

“My sweet Lilyflower.” The three girls jumped as Sirius appeared behind them, having snuck up behind them silently.

“Ugh, Sirius. Come on, we know you’re up to something and I don’t have time for another one of Potter’s proposals.” Lily rolled her eyes, while Marlene and Dorcas laughed. 

“Now now Lilypad, you’re not the flower we’re concerned with today. We’re on more of a… lilac kick today.” Sirius smirked, feeling so clever as he said this.

“So it has to do with Y/N?” Marlene’s eyes lit up as she started to put the pieces together.

“What? Erm, what?” 

“Everyone knows she smells like lilacs, she’s always getting more lilac soap and perfume when we go into Hogsmeade.” Dorcas rolled her eyes as Sirius looked around, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Huh, Remus was right, everyone knows that.” Before Sirius could answer, the door behind Peter opened and James came out of the classroom. 

“Okay, we take it back Pete, maybe that is something everyone knows.” Peter smiled triumphantly as Sirius shrugged. “Anyways, follow us ladies.” The six students walked up towards the Gryffindor common room together, as the boys filled the girls in on their plan for dinner. 

Dinnertime arrived and you walked into the Great Hall, surprised to find that none of your friends were at the Gryffindor table. You quickly scanned the other three tables, taking extra time when looking at the Ravenclaw table, in case they decided to switch things up and were waiting for you at a different table tonight. You even glanced over at the Slytherin table, knowing that the chance of them being there was greater than the chance of you suddenly owning all the gold in Gringotts. 

Suddenly there was an arm around your shoulder, and Sirius was by your side. “M’lady, would you care to join me for dinner?”

“Oh well of course good sir”. You laughed as you allowed Sirius to steer you towards the Gryffindor table. You sat down next to him and saw James, Marlene, Peter, and Dorcas all walking in together, talking as they made their way over to you and Sirius at the table. You started to pour yourself a glass of pumpkin juice when you realized that your friends were definitely up to something. The girls acting this cozy with the boys? All while wearing mischievous smiles on their faces and staring at you? Yep, something was definitely going on. You wondered if it had anything to do with Lily and Remus’ absences and wondered for a moment if that meant James was planning another elaborate show of love for Lily with Remus acting as the distraction.

“Alright, you lot are up to no good, what is it this time?” You did your best impression of Professor McGonagall, making Dorcas, Marlene, and Peter burst out in laughter and earning impressed smirks from Sirius and James. 

“My dear, wonderful, talented potion maker Y/N/N, could you kindly identify this potion for us?” James pulled a vial out of his pocket, took off the lid and handed it to you. Even if you hadn’t noticed the distinct coloring, the immediate smell of chocolate and Lily’s fresh linens hit you and you knew that somehow your friends had gotten ahold of their own bit of Amortentia.

“Guys, you can’t be serious? You can’t give someone Amortentia, that’s incredibly unethical and not to mention-”

“Don’t worry my wise little friend, we aren’t dosing anyone. But, you can confirm this is Amortentia?” Sirius smirked at you while taking the vial out of your hands, all the while leaving the cap off.

“Yes of course, how did you get it? What are you doing with it?”

“Never mind that, and just wait and see.” Sirius said as Marlene leaned into your ear to whisper (“nicked it from Sluggy’s office earlier”).

At that exact moment, Lily and Remus came up to the table, deep in discussion. “Hey everyone.” Remus smiled at you as he greeted everyone.

“Here, mate. You can take my seat and I’ll move over- woah, sorry Moons.” In his attempt to stand up and allow Remus to swap spots with him, Sirius slipped and managed to pour the entire vial of Amortentia down Remus’ robes. Before anyone could offer him a napkin to wipe it off the Muggle way, or could get their wand out for a quick Scourgify, Remus started laughing.

“Merlin, Sirius, it really wasn’t that important for you to prove. We get it, you don’t know that Y/N usually smells like lilacs, you didn’t need to go out and nick her perfume to prove that the rest of us recognize it.” Remus continued laughing as your jaw dropped. 

All of a sudden, it made sense. As the pieces fell together, you realized why Sirius had stolen the Amortentia from Slughorn’s office and why ¾ of the Marauders were conspiring with your friends. You quickly realized that the reason no one was quick to help clean up the mess was because unlike you, they knew it was coming and wanted to make sure that Remus would identify your scent before it was gone. You also figured that the reason Lily came late was to distract and slow down Remus so everyone else could have time to have you identify the potion, and that Sirius’ spill was as purposeful as him initially taking the seat next to you. Not for the first time that day, you knew that Remus unknowingly caused you to both smile, and blush while trying to hide both. 

“I suddenly remembered that I need to ask my girl Minnie McG about Quidditch and that I need Sirius, Peter, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas with me for moral support.” James jumped up from the table, and after a nod from Sirius, the rest of your friends stood up and quickly headed towards the front of the room.

“All of them? That’s so odd. Y/N, your perfume is rather lovely as always, but would you mind passing me a napkin?” Remus awkwardly brought his hand up to scratch behind his ear as he sat down across from you, waiting for an explanation and a napkin.  You instead got your wand out and muttered a quick scourgify, handing Remus a glass of pumpkin juice instead.

“Erm, Remus.”

Before you could say anything else, Remus (finally noticing the hesitation in your voice and amusement on your face) panicked that he had made you uncomfortable by recognizing your perfume, “Oh so earlier the boys and I were talking about our friends and Peter mentioned that he knew that you smelled like lilacs because of that one Hogsmeade trip and then-”

“Remus!” You reached across the table and placed your hand on his, hoping that you were guessing correctly in that your scent was romantically in his Amortentia, and that it wasn’t there just as a good friend.

“Yes?” This time, it was Remus’ turn to flush, and though his hand twitched nervously under yours, he didn’t dare move a muscle.

“That wasn’t my perfume Sirius spilled on you. It was, well, it was some leftover Amortentia from this morning. Wait, hey, wait, let me finish okay?” You smiled sweetly at him, knowing that his nerves had to be extreme right now. “Do you remember the third thing I smelled this morning? The chocolate? It’s you, of course it’s you Remus. I mean honestly, do you think I fancy the cashier at Honeydukes?” You winked at him, then took a deep breath.

“Listen, Rem, if I’ve got this all wrong and you smelled my perfume platonically like I smelled Lily, just say the world and we’ll never mention this again but, I fancy you, a lot. I figure that I know us both well enough to know that neither of us are really keen on being the one to make the first move. So I was wondering if I could borrow a little of your Gryffindor courage?”

Remus (who was displaying the strongest case of Y/N face in recorded history) nodded, happy but also curious to see where you were going with this. You smiled and took a breath to steady yourself as you lifted the hand that wasn’t currently on his and placed it lightly on the side of his face. If hearts could melt, yours would have been absolute liquid at the sight and sensation of Remus smiling and leaning into your hand. You slowly started to lean in, wanting to give him the opportunity to change his mind. 

Finally, for the first time since he realized he fancied you all those years ago, Remus Lupin decided to do something about it and leaned in to meet you halfway. Remus turned the hand on the table upwards, so as to hold your hand properly while kissing you and you smiled into the kiss thinking that if Gryffindor courage meant getting to kiss Remus like this, you might talk to Dumbledore about a house transfer.

As you pulled away, you heard a noise behind you and turned around to find Professor McGonagall staring at the two of you, as you both blushed but remained holding hands.

“Miss L/N, Mr. Lupin, I assume I don’t have to remind you that public displays of affection need not occur in the Great Hall?” McGonagall tilted her head and spoke sternly, and before you could apologize, Sirius and James came quite literally running up to the three of you.

“Minnie, it’s young love!! You can’t deny them that!” Sirius yelled as James dramatically pretended to cry, hand clutched to his chest. 

“Oh pull yourselves together boys, and get on with dinner.” As soon as Minerva McGonagall turned away from you, she could no longer keep a smile from creeping onto her face. She was ready to collect her galleons from Pomona Sprout about which of the two of you would make a move first (she counted your declaration as a move as the kiss was mutual), and could later be heard laughing over pudding “Well of course, I wasn’t going to deny them that, I mean did they see me revoking house points? No, but I can’t let them know we approve, Albus, it takes away half the fun”). 

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The Muggle Witch

Sirius Black x Reader Fluff

Words: 2297

Warnings: Halloween, shitty friends, a pov change? female pronouns Bit of Slytherin hate, I don’t hate you guys!

A/N: A Halloween fic! It’s not Halloween? Welp better late than never! anyway, hope you enjoy!

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-Sirius had insisted that the boys go trick or treating in the muggle town closest to James’s house, he’d only ever heard of it but never had the chance to do it, this would be the first holiday he hasn’t had to stay at Hogwarts or at his old house. That was the main reason the boys agreed to go. And to say Sirius was ecstatic would be an understatement.

It was Friday night, the night before Halloween. After a day of classic marauders shenanigans they started to get their costumes together. It did take them a bit to figure out what they would or could go as, they all agreed that the majority of the magical creatures are a big no, particularly werewolves.

James went as a mummy, Peter went as a pirate. Remus joked about going as himself but ended up going with “Where’s Wally” and Sirius was going as a wizard, just for the irony.

After a night of no sleep from both excitement and Peter’s snoring it was finally Halloween, Sirius couldn’t sit still, it was honestly quite adorable.

They spent the day decorating the house, scaring each other, and Mr Potter got them all pumpkins to carve (Remus thought it was a bad idea to give the marauders sharp objects but he went with it)

And then, the time came, about 9pm they got dressed and ventured to the town, all very excited for different reasons

- James was mostly happy that he got to take his honorary brother trick or treating fo the first time - Sirius was probably the most excited, he looked like a ‘puppy on steroids’ as Remus put it - Remus was just happy it wasn’t a full moon, and he and Peter had a deal that Peter would give Remus all his chocolate for exchange of his candy - And that was all peter was excited for, was free candy

After going around the block getting enough candy to give a giant diabetes, they ran back to the Potter's house and dropped their candy off, James had spotted a small Halloween fair and wanted to check it out.

Wandering around they find a haunted house, and think “hell yes” James and Remus go and get tickets for it while Sirius and Peter wait near the entrance, Peter is to entranced in the house to notice Sirius leave around the corner, he heard yelling and he wanted to check it out

Turning the corner he finds a group of friends, well they don’t look like good friends.

There’s about six of them, one of them, who’s wearing a wizard custom like his, is standing on one side, looking scared and the other five on the other.

“I really don’t wanna go, you guys go in and I’ll wait here” She has her hands crossed over her chest and holding her shoulders

“You such a baby, honestly just go home if you’re not going to have fun with us, it’s Halloween you're meant to be getting scared” The group walk off, leaving her by herself, even from his distance he can see the shimmer of tears forming under her eyes.  ‘I can’t leave her like that’ 

“Hey, you ok there?” he asks gently with a smile She jumps slightly wiping her eyes “Oh yeah I’m ok!” she smiles back looking at the line to go into the house where all her friends are laughing together

“Why’d they leave you alone?” He’s frowning looking at them ‘Bet they’d be slytherins if they weren't muggles’

“Oh, I just didn’t want to go in the house, I’m a bit of a scardy cat, thanks for coming over, I’m just gonna go home. Happy Halloween!” she turns to leave but Sirius catches her arm, making her jump, again.

“Why don’t you come with me and my mates?” He motions his head to the boys, laughing and having fun

“Oh, uh thanks, but it’s ok, I don’t want to intrude on your friends, you don’t even know me. Plus I’m still terrified of this building” The pair of them jump as someone screams inside the house.

Once he’s calmed down he looks down at his hand, the mystery girl had grabbed his hand

“Uh, I’m so sorry!” She snatches her hand “Uh, thanks for talking with me” she gives a weak smile

“Nope, you’re coming with me and my friends, can’t leave a pretty witch alone, you can hold my hand” 

She chuckles at the comment on her costume, even though she still looks hesitant, but Sirius can tell that she’s going to say yes “Plus Imagine your ‘friends’ faces when you come out of the haunted house with two cute guys” he winks

“There’s four of you?”

“Well, I’m not cute, I’m hot, and then there’s Peter” “I-” she sighs shaking her head “I guess it would be fun to see their faces”

“That’a girl! Come on, I’ll introduce you to the boys...uh, wait what’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m Y/n”

*Your Pov*

Sirius lead you over to the other marauders “Guys this is Y/n, Y/n this is James, Remus, Peter and my name is Sirius” The boys give out a chorus of greetings “Lovely Y/n is going to be joining us, as payback to her shitty friends”

“Sure it’s not just cause she’s pretty?” James nudges Sirius, making the other boys laugh “That’s more of a bonus” He winks at you making your cheeks heat up.

“I’ll be right back, gonna get a ticket, you sure it’s ok I come with you?” They all call out yes! At once As you walk of the James, Peter and Remus turn to Sirius  “Sirius, you can’t date her, one she’s a muggle and we go back to school soon and you’ll never see her again” Remus raises his eyebrows “You’ll end up hurting her”

“Well! If you had given me a chance to explain why I invited her, heard her friends yelling at her for not wanting to go into the house and she was ‘bout to cry, if she went to Hogwarts, we’d do the same in a heartbeat, why not make someone feel better for hour?”

Looking at Sirius they could tell he was sincere about that, it wasn’t that she was pretty, it was cause he didn’t want you to feel alone.

Before someone got a chance to say anything, you had come back to the group.

“Ready to go!” James called heading over to the line, the boys all being pumped up made you actually happy that you were going with them, still pretty terrified, but you felt at ease with these guys.

They told you all about their school though strangely worded, they kept staring eachother down when they said some things, like Peter had said “Slughorn took our wands for that one” and all of them jumped on him and Remus hit him on the back of this head, their explanation was something about a inside joke at their school.

The joy of being with them stopped as everyone gave the woman their tickets, she was dressed up as some kind of ghost maybe. Sirius noticed you were hugging yourself again as they went into the introduction room to say the rules, blah blah don’t touch things blah blah.

Sirius whispered in your ear “Want to hold my hand?” he held out his hand. You looked at it for a moment before there was a scream, making you grab it straight away.

“Right this way, and don’t worry they don’t bite” then she muttered just loud enough that we would hear it “too hard”

Going through the house, it was a lot bigger than it looked, probably had a part that wasn’t in the house, just couldn’t see it from the front.

There was some kind of story, you weren't paying that much attention to it, you were too busy trying to to pass out or break Sirius’s hand from holding it. 

There was a section where there was a fake full moon and as you went though a wolf howl, the boys all tensed and Remus’s eye were wide, he snapped his hand to his mouth and left that part as fast as he could.

James going up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and whispering something to him. Remus just nodded and took a second to breathe, Peter was now in front of the group.

Seeming like he was hating life.

After what seemed like days they made it to the end, the whole group sprinted out and stood outside bent over breathing hard before looking at eachother and laughing.

“I may have hated every second of that, but it was pretty fun” You smiled at the boys “Can we go get food?” Peter practically pleaded. “Of course you want food Wormy '' James laughed helping him up.

As the group of new friends made their way to the small food truck, Sirius was still holding your hand. “If you want you can let go of my hand” you chuckled squeezing it

“What if I don’t want to?” He winks making your cheeks heat up again  “Plus, I see a particular group of tossers looking at the most beautiful people in this whole fair holding hands”

Discreetly looking over your shoulder, turns out your friends were watching the five of you walking off to get food together, they all whispered before getting up and coming over to you and Sirius.

“There you are Y/n! We were looking for you!” Before you had the chance to say anything you felt someone lean their arm on your shoulder, it was James.

“Well clearly not, since you all have empty food packets” He smirks “Oh babes, Remus found food, would you like to join us?” He did an obnoxious bow putting his hand out.

“Or you could come sit with us, your friends not some random boys you’ve known for like a hour” 

“Uh, I’d love to join you boys, considering I’ve been your ‘friend’ for a few days since we live in the same apartment, and you only invited me cause your parents forced you.” You raise your eyebrows “Plus, I’m not even going to your school, see you next holidays!” smiling you turned to head over to Remus and Peter. James and Sirius were grinning ear to ear. 

Before going after you Sirius says to the group “You guys remind me of some kids at our school, don’t ya think Prongs?” James picking up on who he’s talking about.

“Ah yes, the ones who bully first years into doing their homework? I see what you mean Padfoot” “Well good day to you, be glad your muggles, or I would have hexed you into the forbidden forest” James winks “Tar Tar!!” Sirius calls as they turn and walk away

“Definitely Slytherins”

“Agreed”

You and the marauders ended up hanging out almost everyday till they had to leave to go back to school.

“Urg it’s the last day till we have to go back to school” Sirius complained as the group sat together in a park “I’m so stressed, I’m going to a new school”

“Our first day was terrifying, the grounds are huge, we still get lost sometimes with how the stairs change- uh have to get changed all the time cause they break” Peter says stress eating some candy “Nice save” Remus mutters rolling his eyes

“Uh guys we gotta go pack, hope to see you again sometime Y/n!” James says hugging you The boys all say varius goodbyes with hugs, as the boys start to walk off, Sirius jogs back to you and hugs you one more time.

“Till we meet again” he smiles holding your hand, you squeeze his hand, acting on impulse you kiss him quick before turning and starting to walk home 

“Till we meet again!”

His cheeks heat up before running after the boys “GUYS! HOLY CRAP! SHE KISSED ME! WOO!” He cheered.

***

The train ride back the boys told Lily about Halloween and all of the things they did.

Entering the great hall for the first feast, Dumbledore makes his first welcomes etc, Sirius isn’t really paying attention, he’s heard in like a million times, but his ears prick up upon hearing Dumbledore say,

“We have a new student starting today, she would have started next year, but plans changed, so, Professor Mcgonagall please bring out the sorting hat, for a second time this year. Everyone give a warm welcome to our new student Y/n Y/ln!”

You walk up to the front, your eyes on the ground, not a big fan of a hall of people you don’t know clapping and staring at you. If you had looked up you would have seen the marauders all wide eyed with dropped jaws.

“You guys already swooning over her? She just walked in!” Lily whisper yells at them, getting shushed by all of them. 

You sit up at the stool and only after a short time the hat yelled “GRYFFINDOR!” the table erupts in the cheers, the boys all standing up, you look up to see who the hell stood up for that. Your eyes instantly go wide and you have a huge smile.

“You're kidding me!” You yell hugging Sirius and Remus who was next to him, sitting beside  Sirius “I can’t believe you guys are wizards! let alone are going to Hogwarts, in my year”

“Of all the things I’ve seen, this is the weirdest thing, and I’ve seen some weird shit” James jokes After a bit of talking and explaining everything Sirius takes your hand and kisses it. 

“We did meet again” “We did”

“Is this the girl?” Lily leans over to James “Yep”

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC: Chapter One: Sordid Sorting

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“Yet when books have been read and reread, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them.” ― Walter Farley

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This Chapter’s Song: “River” - Leon Bridges

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Vega was eleven when she first met Remus.

She incredibly nervous at the time seeing as how it was her very first year at Hogwarts.

Her aunt and uncle had heavily warned her about getting into any house other than Slytherin....as if she had some kind of control over that kind of thing.

Sirius, her older cousin, who was more like a brother to be honest, had simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It'll be fine, V. I swear it. No matter what house you get in. It'll be fine. Maybe you'll even be a Gryffindor, like me." he had told her with that infamous smirk of his.

Twelve years old and full of pride over his house.

But Vega was not convinced.

She'd been home when they'd received the news of which house Sirius had been placed in....and well, it hadn't been good.

She remembered very clearly that she'd grabbed Regulus and they'd ran off to hide until the storm blew over.

If you were present when Orion or Walburga Black were angry....well, you'd likely become a target.

After her parents had died when she was seven, she’d been placed in the care of her closest relatives and that happened to be her Uncle Orion and his family. 

She’d left behind her beloved country roads and enchanting woods of Tennessee in America and was relocated in London. 

She was expected to go to Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny.  

She was expected to be a respectable pureblood and get sorted into the only reasonable house. 

Needless to say, she was terrified. 

At that particular moment in time, they were racing down the tracks on the Hogwarts express.

To calm her nerves, Sirius had offered to have her sit with him and his friends in their compartment.

She was first introduced to James.

A boy with impossibly messy black hair, glasses and a permanent smirk...almost identical to her brothers.

Next was a small boy named Peter with impossibly blue eyes that were a tad unsettling to her just due to the nature of how piercing they were. 

He looked friendly enough and if Sirius liked him she was sure she would too.

Lastly, was Remus.

Oh, Remus.

He was tall and lanky with very pale skin and light brown hair.

Vega could distinctly see a few scars across his face and on his hands but due to his clothes all else was hidden.

But he had the most beautiful green eyes but curiously enough there seemed to be a very faint golden brown ring around them.

She wouldn't have noticed had she not been so taken with him.

He was much quieter than the others but still quite nice.

Remus John Lupin.

Her very first crush.

Remus would've died from mortification at that time if anyone knew but....he found her quite pretty.

She was a year younger, yes.

And she was also Sirius little cousin, this was true.

One that he’d spent the better part of last year talking about to his new friends.

“Oh, you’ll love Vega, mates.” he could remember him telling them. “She’s a little shy at first but she’s actually from America.  A cowgirl.” 

Remus doubted if she was actually a cowgirl since Sirius had a way of being dramatic.

But she was so pretty.

She and Sirius resembled each other a lot with their thick black hair and big striking grey eyes but her features were softer than his.

She was much quieter with Sirius, although not impolite.

Sirius, whether he liked to admit it or not, had had the same good etiquette beat into him that she had and it often gave him a sort of casual elegance.

Little Vega sat stiff backed, mouth shut and eyes trained determined on her book.

She found reading to be easier.

She could focus on the words there and not on what she might say wrong that could potentially anger her parents.

Books were just by far much easier.

This intrigued Remus.

He had asked her so softly.

"What are you reading?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice, even as soft as it had been.

"Oh, um, it's-uh." she stammered.

"Oh that's The Black Stallion." he smiled. "It's a great book. My mum read it to me when I was little. It's a great muggle book."

Fear struck through her.

"Oh, I- please don't tell Aunt Walburga. I just- It looked so interesting and I wanted to know about the horse." Vega rambled as tears filled her grey eyes.

Sirius gave a hard forced smile to his friends before he grabbed his cousin and yanked her out of the compartment.

"Vega! Calm down! Bloody hell!" he snapped.

Tears were spilling, "I'm sorry, Sirius! I'm sorry! I didn't meant to get you in trouble with your friends! Now, Aunt and Uncle will be furious! I'm sorry!"

Sirius placed his hands on the side of her face.

"Vega, V,  look at me. Look. at. me." he said holding her in place and willing her big, frightened eyes to focus on him. "It's fine. No one will tell mum and dad. These are my friends. Remus was just making conversation. His mother is actually a muggle."

He added the last bit with a little smile towards her.

She'd been so frightened.

She sniffled before she hugged her book closer to her for a moment.

"Come on. Come back inside." he said trying to lighten the mood.

She shook her head sending the black tendrils everywhere.

"No." she said. "Those are your friends. I...I'll go sit with someone else."

"V, come on." he said.

But she'd already whipped around and was dashing away.

Sirius shook his head as he entered the compartment.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. Really, I didn't mean to upset her. I didn't think-" Remus began his apology.

Sirius waved him off, "It's fine, mate. V's just....she's a little skiddish is all. Our family can be a bit much sometimes. She just doesn't want to get in trouble."

There was a collective nod around the room.

It wasn't a huge secret that Sirius didn't have the greatest home life...but he was good at hiding it.

Seeing Vega be absolutely petrified by pure conversation....made it all too real for the twelve year olds in the compartment.

The four of them played cards for a bit longer until they train stopped and everyone filed off.

Remus caught glimpse of the silky, black hair glinting in the night and those two big grey orbs that looked like moons themselves.

They landed on him and he could even see her flush red...even in this poor lighting.

He smiled at her kindly and gave a little wave to which she returned...hesitantly before she was bustled along into the boat with the other first years.

He joined his friends and soon they were seated at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall listening to Dumbledore and waiting for the Sorting ceremony to begin.

Vega almost hid behind some of the first year boys as she entered the Great Hall and her cousin Narcissa smacked into her pushing her way to the front. 

She’d willingly let her take the spotlight and hide amongst the others but it wasn't for long before someone spotted her and the whispered began.

"It's the Black girl!"

"That's Sirius' little sister!" 

“No that’s his cousin! The one who’s parents were killed!”

"Bet she'll get into Slytherin!"

"Maybe Gryffindor!"

"I bet she's evil!"

"She looks just like him!"

“Did you hear about her father being a-” 

She shook her head to try and drown them out and before she knew it...

"Vega Equuleus Black." came the crisp words from the professor.

She gulped and took careful steps up to the stool before carefully settling down on it.

The giant hat was placed upon her head and...

"RAVENCLAW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Big, grey eyes snapped open in fear and shock.

She could distinctly see Sirius and his friends whooping and hollering on her behalf while her cousins at the Slytherin table looked less than pleased.

If she hadn't been in front of all those people....she would've cried.

Because she knew.

She knew that when Orion and Walburga found out....and she went home for holiday....there would be no escaping it.

They would be angry and she WOULD be punished.

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Chapter Two

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Hello my lovelies! Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more!  I would love to know what you think of little Vega! 

So please comment, reblog with thoughts and/or smash the ask box!  I do so love hearing from you my loves! 

Love, 

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All in the Family

Chapter 124: Career Advice

Remus knocked a tin of biscuits to the ground, which opened with a clatter and sent gingersnaps in all directions. The Gryffindor banner behind the straight back chair that Regulus accidentally tore down during his fall, the Quidditch Cup sitting proudly in a nook to the left of her desk that fell on Frank's head, and the transfiguration essays that went scattering around into everyone's faces at their arrival left no one in doubt for this to be McGonagall's office, though the four Marauders had memorized this place before the first semester was up, and even Lily had been in here a handful of times to know as much.

The book sat propped up in the windowsill, looking out at the Quidditch pitch beyond, but nobody made a move towards it, as everyone was still eyeing Lily warily like they thought she was going to try exploding the castle next. She did get to her feet, but much more calmly again, going for the door and trying it. Sadly, it did not open, and she closed her eyes instead, willing herself to have enough patience to get through the rest of this.

"Lily, hun," Alice began cautiously, while Frank belatedly wondered if he should bother using the Episkey charm before trying the same again. "Are you-"

"I don't care," she enunciated clearly, also not caring that everyone in the room was now eyeing her, she'd say this in front of Snape herself if she had to. "I'm done, I quit, I'm never speaking to him again!" She was shouting by the end again, and seemed to realize it. Taking a long, deep breath she went on in a deadly calm voice that was somehow even scarier. "This doesn't happen to me in, in six years when Pettigrew gets us killed," she'd feel bad later for him flinching and Potter giving her the filthiest look for insulting him again. "This is in days! I'm glad it's his worst memory, if that part even is! He should feel bad for doing it! But he did, he's just like those other Death Eaters, and I am done."

Alice and Frank exchanged a heartbroken look as her voice cracked again, but they certainly weren't going to try and help mend this one if she really didn't want to.

"I think you should still see if he'll say it again," Regulus Black of all people said. His eyes were flickering from Peter, to his brother, and back to her critically. "If you maybe stop it from happening exactly that way-"

"No," she said flatly, there was no room for argument in her voice even as she whirled to glare him down, her skirt flaring dramatically an unintended side effect. "I'll always know he said it, I'll remember it every bloody time he tries to talk to me, why put myself through that again?"

Regulus didn't back down though, he was starting to look a little angry himself. "He could change, if he regrets it enough."

"I've been waiting for a year now for him to change!" Lily sneered, "years, even, I'm sick of waiting around!" She felt like a fool, them all standing around watching her, when there had been so many signs in her past this was coming.

It had started with him skipping out on some of their study sessions because some of the cool Slytherins noted how good he was at potions and asking for his help right after their first class, and he began trying to equally split his time while keeping both sides separate, because Snape knew both sides. He knew those cool, all pure-blood Slytherins would mock him for having a Muggleborn best friend, but he'd never wanted her to feel either obligated to go hang out with him to change their mind or feel left out, so he kept the two groups as separate as he could for as long as he could. It had almost worked, until last year, where finally the prejudices began getting so much worse as the whispers of You-Know-Who grew and sides were being picked even before the students realized that's what they were doing when they looked a moment too long at a known Muggleborn, wondering if they weren't coming back from holiday like the last one.

Finally, he'd begun having to pick, he couldn't just go see her or his Slytherin friends and pretend the other side didn't notice, so he tried sneaking around doing it instead as if she wouldn't notice, but that didn't work any better, and they'd both begun demanding he pick a side. He'd tried to convince Lily it was her, even while he stuck with them, because she was safe from the nastier spells they liked to practice on other Muggleborns and he could deter them with his point of view knowing and slowly change them, he kept promising, but she didn't think that was a good enough excuse because she could take care of herself and it certainly didn't seem to be working thus far. Still, so long as he kept being her friend, so long as it was just the two of them, she let it go for just a bit longer, until finally he heard a nasty Muggleborn joke a row over in the library last month, and laughed under his breath. He apologized at once, promising it's just what he had to do around the others and he didn't mean it, but from then on she could never shake the feeling of who he was being real around anymore. Now she knew.

Lily's balled up fists were still shaking as she kept eyeing Regulus though, already a little niggle in her brain as she wondered if maybe she should still give him one last chance, a test. It's not like it would take any effort to get Potter involved in this scenario again, and Regulus was right about one thing, people could change, he was... but should she really put herself through all this again on a chance? She'd still always wonder if he was really just thinking it in the back of his mind, if instead he'd be the reason to get her killed in the future instead of Pettigrew next time around.

The thought stopped her heart in her chest, surely even if he did hate her now, he'd never do that?

"Would you get on with it, I want out of this cycle already so I can get on with my life!" She shot at Lupin, who was closest to the book.

Remus was too afraid for his life to argue the point, but at least James and Sirius were looking at Regulus in admiration for that, and Peter smiling and still leaning beside him felt like a great omen to them at least.

She forced herself to just breathe for several moments as Lupin stuttered out the chapter title, Career Advice. She didn't want anyone else's advice though, this was her decision!

Harry though, did capture her attention, and she was admittedly distracted from her own woes to recall the fleeting shock she'd felt before landing again had temporarily distracted her. Now she almost had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from laughing. Her worry seemed to be the opposite, Harry found his father just as much an arse as she did. Potter's involvement in that had been the most typical of the whole event. It was the first time she'd really felt close to her son as he saw what she did.

James definitely didn't find it as funny.

He was still half worried she would turn around and start trying to kill him, like she'd blame him for Severus lashing out at the wrong person, but as she kept her lips pressed tight together and just ignored him as much as ever, at least that didn't seem to be coming. He'd wanted to hold her as Longbottom had and promise she wasn't really alone, but he knew better. He'd never really been alone, he couldn't even imagine the pain she was in. Sirius would never call him something like that, and what was more, he'd never had to question such a thing; but then, there wasn't even a derogatory word for purebloods.

Instead he listened in shocked horror as Harry analyzed the events, and found Snape the victim, like he'd once been to Dudley.

Remus kept trying to shrink away from the book even as he forced himself to read out Harry's side, his hands twitching in disgust like he wanted to throw the book out the window. Sirius kept looking from it to Prongs like he was waiting for a translator to all this. Peter just hung his head and wouldn't look at anyone.

James stamped his foot in frustration and began circling McGonagall's desk, but there was nobody to shout at, nothing to vent towards as Harry's whole idea of him crumbled to nothing apparently because of one instance, and he hadn't even been at fault! Snape had insulted Lily in the worst way possible, all he'd done was try to make him apologize, something he'd do to anyone for the rest of his life, how was that such a bad thing!

Yeah, Sirius had started it that time, but was Harry just forgetting Snape had been showing his true colors the past five years of his school life, belittling and insulting every kid that entered his class? He'd done that in his school years too, nobody had been safe from those terrible pre-Death Eaters and they'd often come out far worse than just being hung upside down in front of a crowd for a few moments! Snape had been a part of those instances, even if nobody had been able to prove it, James knew. Snape had been the one to use a dark curse, no normal spell just made a cut appear on him like that!

He stopped cold at Harry's next implicating thought, that he'd forced Lily Evans into marrying him somehow. It was the most insulting thing he'd ever heard from his life, all directed by his kid. He looked around as if concrete were slowly filling him, but at least everywhere he looked nobody in here seemed to believe that particular aspersion. Even Evans met his eyes, something his heart still thrilled at even as his mind circled desperately to understand.

"That's not Harry's fault," she actually, was, comforting, him? "It's Vol- V-" she had to stop and clear her throat, but finally spat, "Voldemort's," shivering herself for her nerve before flipping her hair over her shoulder and finishing with pure ferocity, "that he doesn't know us, whatever this future is. Whatever the hell happened Potter, I know you're not that kind of awful."

"Thanks," he told her sincerely as Harry turned his perspective to his own mother, calling her the decent one. Well he wasn't going to deny that one, ever since the very first time all she'd ever done was told them to stop, she stepped in whenever things escalated and pulled Snape away to try defusing the situation, which was more than he'd ever done, he'd admit to that. The one time she hadn't, and well, maybe things had gone too far...

It was a challenge, it was fun to push those Death Eaters as far as he could, getting whatever detentions he had to for it to show nobody was just going to bend over and let them do whatever they want. Snape was his personal favorite to target, he'd never appreciated the company Evans gave him! Harry didn't have the whole story, he consoled himself, and as Ginny arrived and Harry came to the brilliant conclusion to talk to Sirius about this, he would. He'd understand, right?

The actual point of the chapter cut into his miserable thoughts as Harry was distracted by all the Career Advice, the pamphlets over all the jobs, and then the actual meeting with McGonagall began, again with that toad in the back. He grimaced in disgust, wondering what Harry would have thought of hearing his. McGonagall had listened patiently as he talked of possibly being a professional Quidditch player, and he'd brought one of his drawings to show her which she'd said was very good, but as he'd departed she'd made the comment maybe a little law enforcement would do him more good. Overall his grades had been decent enough and he still had time and options, he didn't have to pin anything down, would Harry still think he was a lay about with nothing to do for his life but follow Snape around pantsing him all day if he heard that?

Lily watched at how absolutely miserable this was making Potter, he didn't even make one snide comment about Umbridge as she kept interrupting McGonagall, and thought this was probably the best thing that could have ever happened to him. To all of them. It wasn't pleasant, by any stretch, to have to be force-fed their life from somebody else's perspective, but she really acknowledged the good this was doing as he just slumped to the floor by Lupin's feet, head tipped towards the book not to miss a word.

Her berating had never penetrated his thick skull, his friends had only ever been an encouragement, even now Lupin and Black still looked more confused than hurt as he did, but Pettigrew and Regulus had their heads together once more and were whispering excitedly about their future goals, and Alice and Frank now had foreknowledge of this travesty of Neville not getting any kind of advice from his parents. She now had a truth forced upon her she'd needed for a long time but never would have accepted until the proof was laid bare.

Despite all that he'd been through, Harry was a good person, and Lily found herself smiling in encouragement, wishing Harry had a memory of her doing this rather than the one he did, he'd make a fantastic Auror, the best there was, all because he'd do the right thing no matter the cost.

She found herself suppressing laughter of all things as Harry went sneaking into a teacher's office once more, planning to use Umbridge's own fireplace to talk to Sirius Black. The amount of times Sev had offered to sneak into Slughorn's office and steal ingredients for their potions rather than Lily just ordering new ones suddenly wasn't so funny anymore, and she felt like she'd been kicked in the heart as she tried to think of anything else.

"Hey, Prongs, relax," Sirius finally sighed as he slumped to the ground beside him, still leaning against Remus's legs but watching him still fidget heavily as even old Professor Lupin happened to be there when Harry popped in. Did he really think the two of them were going to tell Harry to start hating him? "We'll set Harry right, nobody who really knows you can hate you, and Harry won't either when we're done with him."

"Yeah?" James tried to say like he agreed, but it still came out more as a pathetic question. He still didn't feel like he had a good answer for why Peter had done what he did, what had James done to make him fear Voldemort more than stick with them? Sirius and Remus still didn't seem as close as they should be in this future, something had changed between them as well, the lie that had started it all still cascading around. He wasn't sure he really wanted to hear Sirius and Remus try to reminisce about their glory days in school to Harry, had they possibly started hating him in this future too?

The answer very obviously seemed otherwise as his dread watching Moony slowly morphed to a soft smile as he eyed the pair, clearly calming Harry at least somewhat, but couldn't help but scoff at the phrase 'deflated his head.'

"I don't know why I put up with either of you," he laughed.

"We're the only people that bother trying to put up with you," Sirius shrugged without remorse.

His heart felt like singing right out of his chest at the next lovely bit of info, though Evans still rolled her eyes and didn't acknowledge the apparent news they'd started dating in seventh year! His mind spun wildly in every direction, he immediately vowed to look into whatever that head-deflating nonsense was.

Peter found himself wishing he could hide under the desk, even if nobody was really acknowledging him right now, even Regulus was attentive to the book as Harry's conversation was cut short and Filch entered Umbridge's office. He hadn't been mentioned at all of course, and who could blame his friends after what he'd done to them. The more he thought about it though, the more he realized he wasn't exactly relevant to their life at all.

He'd only been used as a ploy, an extra dupe in the future plans to keep James safe, and had done the worst thing imaginable to return that. It had been James's idea to become Animagi, and Padfoot was the best at that by far, keeping up with Moony as a companion, whereas the best he did was a distraction, and not even a very good one at that. Had he ever contributed anything to their life of value? He certainly couldn't come up with anything, and never would think up something so spectacular as the twins flooding a whole corridor with a swamp.

Everybody laughed uproariously at that, and were still chatting freely about it as if they wished they'd been plopped into that mess as Remus finished with the twins leaving the castle with one last hurrah against Umbridge. Would they even notice if he got left behind?

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-- about my writing --

I’m currently taking requests / asks for headcanons [ can be either NSFW or just in general or a specific idea ] or fluff/filth Alphabet letters. These are the only requests I plan on taking. If you send me prompts / one shot ideas.. I won’t do them, sorry.

To see what the questions are for the fluff / filth alphabet, see [this post]

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So.. Here’s the thing.. I’ve decided that I’m going to be taking 3 kinds of requests. Those are as follows: Headcanons { filthy, fluffy or themed specifically at your choosing }, fluffy alphabet and filthy alphabet letters. These are the only kinds of request I answer so don’t send me prompts / one shot requests or ideas unless I specifically say otherwise.

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I’m only accepting headcanons (nsfw / fluff / specific theme &/or reader), fluffy or filthy alphabet letters. If you send me one shot ideas or prompts, I’m going to delete them because I don’t do one-shots.

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If the ask box is closed, this means I’m currently not taking headcanon or fluff/filth alphabet requests. This will also be noted on my blog bio and possibly a post stating why/for how long. Anything sent in after the ask box is closed will either be gotten to the next go around or it’ll be deleted, depending on the situation.

First of all... My content is meant strictly for adults. I do write some things that people underage can safely  read, but that is not always the case. I realize that I can’t stop minors from reading my work, but I can tell you outright that I’d rather you skip over it if you’re underage and it clearly states that it’s not written for anyone underage. Again.. I can’t do anything to stop minors from reading my NSFW content beyond just choosing never to post writing on the internet. And I don’t plan on stopping, so.. yeah.

I put warnings on everything. Reading those will definitely save you time and upset. If you keep reading something I’ve written and it upsets you in any way, I’m sorry but I can’t help. I warned you. You chose to take the risk -and most likely, you chose to skip the warning I gave before the post even started... It’s strictly on you now. It’s out of my hands. Any complaints or things of that nature are gonna be laughed at and deleted out of my inbox because I’m not here to argue or censor myself. I’m not your parents, just a peer. If you as a minor choose to look at me, an adult adjacent person, as an authority figure of any sort... First of all, why? Ya’ll.. no.. please don’t. I’m a hot mess, okay? To look at me like any trust worthy authority figure is... A huge error on your own part. Secondly, please don’t. I’m here to enjoy my favorite fandoms / post content for them. I’m not here to please people / censor myself and my content to make everyone else happy... Let me repeat. I put warnings on everything I post. If you keep reading and you read something you’re not supposed to this is now solely your own problem. Sorry, I guess?

I’ve seen other adults saying that they block minors on here. While I’m not gonna do that.. I will not tag minors in my NSFW content knowingly. If I find out you’re a minor and I’m posting something NSFW for a fandom you’ve asked to be tagged in, I will not be tagging you. Sorry. As much as I say I’m not here to parent you and I’m just your peer and you need to think of me like that instead, I’m also not willing to risk anything, either. I’m truly sorry in advance.

While I’m talking about tagging people / my taglist...If you want me to tag you in my writing, you need to be on my taglist. The taglist can be found [ here ] or you can dm / send an ask telling me you want to be added and I will be more than happy to do so. Don’t be afraid to ask me. I don’t mind at all! 

Every now and then, I’ll tag my friends in things I write. If I tag you in something and you don’t want me to, let me know. I won’t do it anymore. I’m not here to overwhelm or annoy anyone and I don’t want to come off as pushy, either. SO.. if you’re getting tagged or whatever and you want me to stop tagging you, all you have to do is let me know.

If you’re not on my tag list (or I don’t know you well enough to know whether you’d potentially want to read something) I will not be tagging you. If you’re a minor and I know for sure/think  you are and it’s smut, I will definitely not be tagging you.

Content I’m not willing to write or  you probably won’t find here: Incest and Rape. Those are my hard no’s. Just the thought of writing something like that makes me feel gross. I’m also not going to be writing huge age gaps in romantic stories either. (the closest I’ll come is like.. 18/19 and up to 24...) I mean absolutely no offense against people who can and do write things like this, I just can’t? 

American Horror Story; tate langdon, ben harmon, kit walker, kyle, dandy mott, jimmy darling, james patrick march, michael langdon, xavier plympton and night stalker.

Arrowverse; oliver queen, john diggle, slade wilson/deathstsroke, barry allen, cisco ramon, ray palmer, mick rory.

Bands / Celebrities; ask before sending because I haven’t done many of these and I’m still adjusting… Off the top of my head I’ve written for / feel comfortable with Nick Groff (ghost adventures), Jon Bernthal.. There are lots of others but alas, I’d stretch this out so badly if I added too many more names.

Boondock Saints movie; Connor Macmanus Murphy Macmanus & Rocco.

Breakfast Club movie; John Bender.

Castle Rock tv series; Dennis Zalewski, The Kid.

Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Hotch, Tobias Hankel & Adam/Amanda.

Crybaby Movie; wade walker.

CSI tv series; Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Tim Speedle, Ryan Wolfe, Eric Delko, Danny Messer, Don Flack, Mack Taylor.

Dazed & Confused movie; Randal Pink Floyd, Mike Newhouse, Ron Slater, Fred O’Bannion and Kevin Pickford.

DC Cinematic; Digger Harkness.

Detroit Rock City movie; Tripp, Lex, Hawk and Jam.

Fast & The Furious series; Dom Toretto, Han.

Four Brothers movie; Angel, Jack or Bobby Mercer

Friday Night Lights tv series; Tim Riggins, ,Matt Saracen, Landry Clarke, Bobby Riggins, Vince.

General Hospital tv series; Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Johnny Zacarra, Dante Falconeri, several other of the guys on here…

Ghostbusters 80′s version movie; Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler , Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore.

Gotham tv series; Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Joker, Riddler.

Harry Potter movies; Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom.

Horror movies various; Billy Loomis/Scream, Charlie Walker/Scre4m, Wade/ House of Wax, Tom Hanninger/My Bloody Valentine + others. Trust me, there are... So many others. I just didn’t have the brain power to think of them all at the moment.

Law & Order tv series; Barba, Carisi, Stabler.

Lucifer tv series; Lucifer Morningstar.

Luke Cage; Luke Cage, Shades Alvarez.

Marvel Cinematic; Bruce Banner/hulk, Captain america/steve rogers, bucky barnes/winter soldier, eric killmonger, hawkeye/clintbarton, thor, loki, pietro maximoff, venom/eddie brock, starlord/peter quill, ironman/tony stark, wolverine.. I’m a marvel ho.

Mayans MC tv series; Angel Reyes and Ez Reyes.

NCIS tv series; Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Marty Deeks, Greg Callen.

On My Block tv series; Spooky Diaz.

Punisher tv series; Billy Russo, Frank Castle.

Riverdale tv series; Jughead Jones, FP Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea, Archie Andrews.

Shameless tv series; Lip Gallagher.

Sons of Anarchy tv series; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston.

Stranger Things tv series; Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper.

Star Wars movie series; Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn.

Supernatural tv series; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran.

Teen Wolf tv series; Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale.

The Crow movie series; Eric Draven and Jimmy Quervo/Wicked Prayer.

The Lost Boys movie series; Edgar Frog, Allen Frog, David, Michael Emmerson, Sam Emmerson.

The Outsiders book/movie; Two Bit Matthews, Dally Winston, Darry Curtis, Soda Pop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle.

The Walking Dead tv series; Daryl Dixon, Shane walsh, Rick Grimes, Negan, Glenn Rhee.

The Vampire Diaries tv series; Klaus Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore.

Twelve Rounds 3 movie; Detective John Shaw.

Twilight movies/books; Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call.

I’m gonna be honest here. I post on my own time, at my own pace. Some days I post constantly, sometimes it’s days or even weeks, and occasionally, a month before I post anything. So.. Now ya know.

If I’m not on and posting, odds are I’m busy, taking a break or whatever. But I’ll come back! I always do. 

Basically, what I’m saying here is I have no set posting schedule. At all. I post what I want when I’m in the mood to do so. Just something to keep in mind when you’re asking for headcanons / nsfw alphabet letters with characters.