#werewolf hermione

[enemyofinnocence]

Chase the Shadows [Chapter 1 Release]

by EnemyOfInnocence

"The war bonded them, yet Hermione denies her feelings exist. Denies him. Sirius knows she’s running. Good thing he likes a good game of chase."

Please consider leaving your thoughts in the form of a comment on A03 if you're enjoying this story.

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59460223/chapters/151640998

Summary:

Hermione Granger finds it impossible to manage life as an orphan, a werewolf, and a student suffering the most unfortunate feelings for the professor who she’d fled upon returning to school. When Headmistress McGonagall asks him to help her teach Transfiguration for the upcoming year, he doesn’t hesitate to accept — even though he wants nothing to do with the position.

Story Tags/Warnings:

Mentions of past torture, werewolf Hermione, Older man/younger woman, Hogwarts eighth year, teacher/student romance (sort of), PTSD, explicit sexual content, NO Ron Weasley bashing, no surname hyphenation, Hermione wants to start a family early (she loses hers in the war), atypical use of a time-turner, see all AO3 tags

[sisyphusatseventeen]

this is me shouting into the void about the dramione fic i just published the first chapter to. contains werewolf hermione and death eater hermione because yes of course.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63189493/chapters/161838550

[tomioneforever]

The grayscale version. My coloring is so lame that I decided to gray it all.

And it surprises me every time how a single flip of your drawing can alter how you perceive it.

Now Hermione seems to be backed in a corner and has no way to escape 😂

Which one do you like better?

[myloveharry]

Remus: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Sirius: A doll.

Peter: A cinnamon roll.

James: A sweetheart.

Remus:

Remus: ...stop it.

When the found out that Remus is a werewolf😂

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[inkyarcturus]

Is this what yall imagine I look like whenever I post one of my rambling thoughts on here? Because this is what I feel like whenever I write them out.

[molivierposts]

He still holds her head, palms covering her cheeks as his fingertips stretch into her curls. His head tilts one way as hers goes the other, and his mouth opens, capturing her bottom lip in between. The shock of it dizzies her head, though it might be the taste of him after she’d been without for so long. It kicks loose soil, propelling her in dégringolade and dragging her down. Her lips part, tongue sliding out, debased and diving to trace his. Whatever this is—sweet, rare, a delicacy—she wants more. She closes the gap, moves to wrap her arms around his neck.

Chapter 4 of river bones by molivier on AO3.

Read from the start.

[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

TWO

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

ONE THREE

You open your eyes, feeling a strange pain in your head but relief in your back. You're lying on a very soft bed. But you don't recognize the place; it seems to be someone else's room. There's more light in the room, fewer scattered books. The furniture looks expensive, all in a dark tone. You try to get up from the bed, but you end up staggering. Once again, your body is back on the bed. You think it might be best to go back to sleep until someone shows up. It's exactly at that moment that Sirius enters through the door. He carries a cup and is watching you almost without making any noise.

"How long are you going to keep watching me?" You ask while still lying in bed. Sirius laughs, and you feel relieved that you've broken what could have been an awkward moment between you.

"Is that how you're going to talk to the man who saved you from death twice? I thought you'd know how to be more grateful." Sirius responds as he leans his body against the desk in the room. You sit up in bed, after some effort, and stare at Sirius. He's wearing new, elegant, dark clothes.

"If you're expecting gratitude from me, you'll have to wait until I'm in a better mood. My head is a mess. Did you bring me here?" You wonder how you ended up in Sirius's room. Then you wonder where Remus is. Did you hallucinate meeting someone named Remus? And if he does exist, why did he leave you with Sirius?

"Remus and I. It was teamwork. We didn't want you to get hurt anymore. Before you ask, Remus and I are very close. When you're Lupin's problem, you're my problem too." Sirius then hands you the cup. There's what seems to be herbal tea inside, and you don't waste time asking whether you should drink it or not. You quickly ingest the tea, and almost instantly, you feel relief from the pain in your head.

"I'm grateful and offended at the same time. What do you mean, problem? I'm not a problem for either of you. In fact, I find it rather rude of you to refer to me as a problem." You say as soon as you finish the tea. Apparently, you managed to rise and stand up immediately after getting angry with Sirius. He seems to have a talent for irritating you.

"Hey, hey, hey princess. Relax. I didn't mean to offend you, but let's just say taking care of you was an inconvenience. Remus had to go teach, but today is my day off. A day away from the little ones." Sirius says, smiling slyly. You look into Sirius's eyes and wonder how he can be someone's teacher.

"You're a bit childish for a teacher. Not that I'm saying you're not qualified to teach, but..." you say, being suggestive. You notice he's no longer smiling, which is a pity. His smile is beautiful. As beautiful as he is.

"I'll forgive you for the attitude and offer to take you to the room where you should be going to teach. Right now." Sirius says, somewhat arrogantly, and pretending to be modest. At least, that's what it seems like he's doing.

"How? I just arrived, I can't just already have to teach, can I?" You had no idea that there would already be a class waiting for you. Things at Hogwarts seem to happen too quickly.

"McGonagall doesn't mess around. Apparently, you'll be substituting for my esteemed friend Lily Potter. Her health is fragile at the moment. But enough details. Let's go. The brats are eager to meet you." Sirius says, almost excitedly. Then he puts his hand out in front of you as if he wants you to take his hand. And you hold his hand, which is as cold as winter. But soft; very soft. And then he guides you, holding your hand with some firmness.

"Shouldn't I meet with this McGonagall or Dumbledore? Am I just going to arrive and start teaching?" You speak as you practically run through the corridors behind Sirius. He seems focused.

"McGonagall is busy dealing with a student who locked herself in the bathroom, and now everyone can hear her moans, and many students are nervous about it. As for Dumbledore, he's traveled to a meeting between some influential school directors in London. He won't be back for a few weeks. But trust me, you're in good hands." Sirius says, almost breathless as you're both almost running everywhere. Oh dear, how will you manage to teach after sprinting through almost the entire school at this speed?

"Tell me we've arrived. My feet can't handle climbing another staircase. At this rate, you'll have to carry me." You say, letting go of Sirius's hand for a moment and catching your breath.

"Nice way to flirt with me, but we've arrived. You're new here, they probably tried to intimidate you. I hope you survive. Take good care of my godson. See you later, Y/N." Sirius says quickly, with a playful smirk on his face, and then he disappears. How does he manage to be so fast?

Summoning courage, you enter the classroom. It's a room with an old-fashioned style, furniture made of the finest wood, and several students who look at you as if you've committed a crime.You compose yourself as you walk to the teacher's desk. It's a large desk, with a big book on top of it and a attendance list. You look at the class and notice that the boys who were fighting when you arrived are your students.

"So, students. I'm your substitute teacher. I'll be taking over this class until the previous teacher can return. I hope you'll receive me with the same respect that I'll give to you." You speak in a steady tone, neither too loud nor too soft.

"You hear that, Potter? Now you won't be privileged with high grades just for being the teacher's son. Finally, all of Hogwarts will discover what a loser you are." The boy, whom you believe to be called Draco, speaks almost across the room, addressing the dark-haired boy.

"You continue to delude yourself with your nonsense, Malfoy. If you put half as much effort into studying as you do into trying to belittle me, you'd probably be smarter." Potter speaks, and you just observe them with a serious expression.

"You know what? I think you two need to learn to put your energy into something other than taunts and senseless aggression. Malfoy and Potter, pair up and be the first to do today's class activity. For the other students, pair up as you prefer and start drawing. Today's task for everyone is to draw an animal that represents you as a pair. The best pair will earn extra credit. I suggest that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter showcase their skills if they truly want to measure intelligence." You walk around the room as you write the task on the board and listen to the students forming their pairs. Everyone except the two mortal enemies. Apparently, they really don't want to do this task together.

"Teacher, with all due respect, it's not possible for you to believe that Draco Malfoy and I will do well in this task." Potter says as he adjusts his glasses on his face. He speaks assertively, and you look at him, trying to decide what to respond to him.

"Even though Potter is a fool, he's right. Not to mention that you've just arrived here and are already treating the two of us differently. It's not fair that the others can choose their partners and we have to stay together." Draco speaks, all full of himself, as if he's making a beautiful defense of why he's being unjustly treated. You chuckle lightly.

"I'll be clearer. You're going to work together, you're going to do a good job, and all of this in harmony. Otherwise, neither of you will receive a grade. Now, save all that energy for the beautiful drawing you're going to make. I'll be sitting at my desk waiting to evaluate you and all the other obedient classmates you have." You say, sitting in the comfortable chair designated for the teacher and opening the book on the desk. Malfoy and Potter must have realized that you wouldn't change your mind and decided to pair up. You took attendance, finally discovering that Potter's name is Harry, that the smart girl who draws beautifully is Hermione Granger, and that the boy she's paired with, who spends most of his time distracting her, is named Ron Weasley. Time passes quickly, and soon you're collecting the class's drawings to evaluate later. Draco and Harry did a great job together, but that didn't stop Malfoy from threatening to call his father to the school if you forced him to be near Potter.

"How was your first day?" Remus asks as soon as all your students leave the room for recess, and you stay behind to organize some things.

"A madness. Seriously, I thought my night was a mess, but waking up in Sirius's room in the early afternoon and then coming to teach was insane. Not to mention that the students I separated from a fight this morning are my students. And I think both of them will end up hating me by the end of my time here. And I lost my suitcase. But don't let me overwhelm your ears with my nonsense." You say, feeling lighter when you finish speaking, as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. Remus seems somewhat enchanted by your moment of venting. Or maybe his eyes always look too friendly? The smile is charming too.

"I can try to solve some of your problems. Harry is like a nephew to me, not to mention he's Sirius's godson. I can talk to him about this situation with Malfoy. As for your suitcase, it might be with me. I was walking through the forest a little before I found you in my room, and I saw this strange suitcase there. It was dirty with blood, so I preferred to clean it first, but I can take you to the suitcase. And then, of course, you can have a coffee with me." Remus says in a very sweet way, which leaves you a bit enchanted. For some reason, you feel that being near him is refreshing or comforting, something like that. You can't quite explain it yourself. You feel the impulse to hug him, which is quite strange. But you manage to control yourself.

"I can't refuse an invitation like that, especially when you offer me a solution not only to one but to two of my problems. Lead the way to the cafeteria because I'm dying for a cappuccino." You say, walking with Remus, who is walking quite calmly. Then you go together to the cafeteria, and you feel like you might enjoy your time at Hogwarts, even if it's short-lived.

[drabsyo]

Curious: What about Werewolf Hermione & Fleur? Wolves and Veela are both Soul Mate Creatures - how would the 2 react in each other's presence & when Hermione is transformed?

anon you absolute genius, you had me at hello the potential of this au is *chefs kiss*

[basiatlu]

A Very Harry Drawtober Week 4

We’re so close to being done.

[antebellum13]

Spoiler to chapter 49 and beyond of Ink & Alchemy ahead. Commissioned artwork from @safelia for this stunning scene with Remus. They did such a beautiful job I could seriously cry 💕

And there, in the middle of the garden, bathed in moonlight—

Remus.

Kneeling in the grass.

Human.

Her heart stuttered.

It had worked.

Read more on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62142979

[definitelynotyoidd]

helloo, this is a bellamione fanart inspired by a fanfic called innocent death - yunaleskah on ao3. hope you like it!

[foolishlywandwaving]

lie (can't hope)

Synopsis:

"She is hiding a dangerous secret from the Head Boy."

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same age head girl/head boy AU. written for the tomione trope fest 2023. I said this would be a oneshot (I lied)

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Chapter 2 sneak preview

Omega.

The word itself made her flinch.

“You’re mistaken.” Her voice was hoarse from screaming, and weaker than she would’ve liked. “I’m not -”

“But that's what you really are, aren't you? An Omega. A prize, in the eyes of many … and to think, you were hiding under my nose for what, a year? Longer? Come, you must tell me.” His words were gentle, coaxing, his face rearranged into a mask of kindness. “How did you manage it? I've never heard of an Alpha becoming an Omega.”

Riddle trailed a fingertip along the newly-sensitive bump in her wrist. She jerked at the sensation, and turned her head away.

He laughed, and before, she would have found the sound grating. Obnoxious. Now, the bass of his laughter reverberated deep in her gut. A distant voice in the back of her head shouted at her, revolted that she was happy he found her amusing -

“Please,” she begged, struggling to right herself with her wrists and ankles bound, “you can’t tell anyone about this; I’ll do anything -”

Riddle smiled. “You will, won’t you? You will do anything, exactly as I wish, and what I wish, Hermione, is for you to prostrate yourself before me, figuratively speaking, and to answer my questions."

He rose smoothly to sit himself comfortably by the long-dead fire, attention briefly diverted to lazily wave his wand towards the Common Room door.

"In fact, nothing would please me more ... Oh …” Riddle trailed off softly, eyes hungrily drinking her in, for Hermione had, without her usual protest, instinctively obeyed his order and rolled onto her knees in front of him, bound wrists tucked under her tailbone.

Like a trussed-up lamb, ready for slaughter.

Like a sacrifice.

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Read Chapter 1 here

[treaturself]

Draco Malfoy was killing for her. Hermione Granger didn’t know why, but she knew he did it—and he was good at it. One offhanded name, a whispered complaint, and by the next day, it'd be handled. A tumble down the stairs, a potion gone wrong, a sudden case of spattergroit. It was easy. Convenient. So for months, she let him rid her world of anyone who dared call her a Mudblood, laughed her policy proposals out of Wizengamot sessions, or dismissed her with a patronizing “sweetheart.” All she had to do was look the other way, pretending not to notice the intense grey eyes that seemed to be watching her every move. Until he told her why, with a truth that shattered her world: “Because I’m a werewolf, and you’re my mate.”

New dramione werewolf au!!! chapter 1 just posted, go read it on ao3 :)

next chapter coming next thursday (11/14 est)

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

Lunacy

by TwitchyLitteFerret @phantomgrimalkin on Ao3

Harry bit his lip, "Er - you said your parents were friends with mine? Both of them?"

Arty sucked in a breath, looking around to see if anyone was listening, "I only know my da, er, Professor Lupin, he's told me some about my other dad-" he scratched his cheek and frowned at Harry, "but he only ever calls him Padfoot."

Harry’s eyes widened and he gestured for Arty to go with him into the stacks. He pulled out the map once they were more hidden, tapping it and saying "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good".

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Halloween 1981, Remus lost everything. A few weeks later, his world got thrown upside down again. 12 years later, he's preparing to be a Hogwarts professor and also for his son's first year when his boyfriend escapes from Azkaban.

I love Fix-it fics with my whole heart and this one is so dear to me!

Favourite tropes included are:

fix-it

werewolf lore

redemtion!!!!

some animagus tomfoolery

werewolf remus lupin

trans representation

found family

everyone is trying their best

people communicate:D

as always leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3

[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

PART TWO

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. Dear readers, I'm back. With a significant time jump, Harry, Draco, and others who were once children are now teenagers, almost adults. More mature themes will be portrayed in this fanfic. Come and see how Y/N navigates her new life as a maternal figure for Draco while trying to help Sirius and Harry move forward with their lives. Enjoy the read.

FINAL CHAPTER CHAPTER TWENTY

Four years later, you are arriving home with groceries, preparing to make Draco's favorite lasagna; he should be coming home soon. He just got his driver's license. As you approach your house, you spot a brown-haired boy with glasses, not believing that it could be who you think it is.

"Harry Potter, what the hell are you doing here?" you exclaim. Despite what you say, you're not angry, but rather pleasantly surprised. You quickly go over to hug Harry. He immediately embraces you, trying to help you keep from dropping the grocery bags.

"Extreme times call for extreme measures. That and bringing you personally the invitation to your wedding," Harry says, his voice sounding deeper. He's grown up so quickly. But you're concerned about the tone of his voice.

"Why are we in extreme times, and who is getting married? I hope it’s not you. If you want, you can stay with us. You don't have to get married; in fact, I encourage you to run away from any marriage," you say, reassuring him that he can find a home and refuge if needed. For heaven's sake, what have Lupin and Black been letting this boy do? Now that he's so close to you, you notice that he seems tired and thinner.

"Sirius was arrested, and I didn't want to disturb Lupin. In fact, Lupin is the one getting married. And it won’t be to Sirius; he's marrying his new girlfriend, Nymphadora Tonks. Lupin asked me to mail the invitation, but since my godfather got into trouble, I thought I’d come in person. It was quite a trip, and I’ll tell you all about it on the way back to Hogwarts. What do you think?" Harry looks at you with a pleading expression, as if he’s feeling lost without you. You’re left confused by the many pieces of information.

"Step-mom, you won’t believe what happened. Professor Lewis dared to give me a bad grade on that video we made dancing to 'Wannabe.' He said it wasn’t artistic enough," Draco says, still not noticing Harry. "What the hell are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy exclaims, surprised to see Harry for the first time in four years. Harry looks a bit uneasy, while Draco appears angry.

"Hey, Malfoy. I know you're angry with me. Your last message made that pretty clear, but this is bigger than both of us. I need you and Miss Y/L/N to go back to Hogwarts," Harry says, almost sounding guilty about something, which makes you wonder if he and Draco have some unresolved emotional issues going on.

"I don't know what you think you're doing here, but leave. We're not going with you, not even to the corner. Stepmother, I'll wait for you inside," Draco says, all pompous, as if he's too proud to show how glad he is to see Potter. Malfoy goes into the house, and you look at Potter with a lot of compassion.

"Dear, let's go inside. I'll make lasagna. Fortunately, Draco and I will be on vacation for the next few weeks. I'll help you with Sirius and try to give you a chance to improve your situation with Malfoy. Now, let's go in," you say, seeing Harry beam with happiness at your words. It seems that after four years, it's time to return to Hogwarts.

"For what reason are Potter's problems going to make us change our vacation plans? We were supposed to go to Ibiza," Draco grumbles as he and Harry set the table. You’re focused on preparing dinner, determined not to burn anything. Last time Draco's complaints distracted you, you burned a perfectly good homemade pizza. You’re not about to make that same mistake again.

"I’m not thrilled about spending time with you either, Draco. But Miss Y/L/N knows I’m lost without her. If you're so eager to avoid me, stay here and learn to live on your own. It might do you wonders to stop thinking only about yourself and consider others for a change," Harry retorts while setting the plates on the table with a certain aggressiveness. You listen to everything like a piece of furniture, silently, without interfering in their issues.

"Oh, get real, Potter. My stepmother has no obligation to save you from the mediocre life your godfather stuck you with. In my last letter, I told you to move on with your life and stop following Sirius like a little puppy, and you replied that I wouldn't know what it's like to love someone enough to never give up on them, even if I tried. And now you dare come to my house, trying to take my guardian with you and ruin my vacation—drinks, insane shows in Ibiza, the whole lot. You selfish idiot." Draco retorts, raising his voice while carefully placing the cutlery and glasses on the table. Therapy has worked wonders for him—he's learned to use his mind, not his fists.

"I said I don't need you coming with us, Malfoy. If you want to go to the beach—which, as far as I know, you hated the idea of—then go. Is it so hard for you to see that this has nothing to do with you? Or with whatever happened between us?" Harry says, placing the jug of lemonade on the table, while Draco sets down the salad bowl. They glare at each other, as if ready to hurt one another with just a glance.

"It’s clear that you both have a lot to catch up on. But as the adult here, I think I need to make something explicit," you say, taking the lasagna out of the oven and carefully placing it on the table with oven mitts. "Harry, not only will I help you with Sirius, but if I see he’s being negligent, I will request legal custody of you. Draco, it’s not and never will be optional for you to come with me and Potter. Stop grumbling and accept the inevitable. And also, dinner is ready." There’s a heavy silence from both young men as they sit down to eat the salad and lasagna.

"I don’t want to abandon my godfather. If I can ask you for anything, it’s to help him be for me what you seem to be for Draco," Harry says, his voice low and almost tearful as he finishes a piece of lasagna. You look at him with understanding, imagining that Sirius must be the only one right now making him feel part of a family. However, Draco lets out a somewhat disrespectful laugh, and you shoot him a disapproving glance.

"Sorry, stepmother, but it’s just too funny that he wants to make demands when his life is falling apart. He should be grateful to be under your protection. None of his beloved parents' friends can give him the affection he needs, so he comes here begging you to rescue him and turn that drunk Sirius into a functional adult. It makes me laugh," Draco says, looking directly at Harry. There’s something distinct about the way they interact now; instead of fighting each other, they’re arguing by using each other’s feelings.

"I never should have told you in those damn letters about my situation with Sirius, you jerk. Want to gloat about having a better guardian than mine? Go ahead. That doesn’t make you any less empty inside. And it makes sense for her to be your guardian and show you what love is, because that’s certainly something you know nothing about," Harry says, standing up and placing both hands on the table to assert some dominance. Draco looks at him as if he’s actually enjoying Potter’s boldness, which undoubtedly hit a nerve. Without saying much, he stands up from the table, maintaining eye contact with Potter.

"I hope my stepmother can fix your loser godfather as soon as possible, so I never have to look at your face again," Draco says, looking firmly at Harry as he steps away from the table. He then looks at you. "Stepmother, I'm going to pack my suitcase for our trip; have a good night," Draco tells you, and you gently nod your head, allowing him to go to his room.

"You two still know how to get under each other's skin. Harry, I believe you and Draco need more time to reconnect, but don't be cruel to him, and don't take his harsh words too seriously. You’re both still young. Now, let me show you the guest room. Draco won’t admit it, but he insisted we have this room ready just in case you ever came to visit. While you and Draco rest, I’ll handle the details so that we can leave for Hogwarts by tomorrow," you say calmly, fully aware that both Harry and Draco are shaken by their reunion. Gently, you run your fingers through Harry’s hair, ruffling it softly. He then hugged you tightly, as if he had missed you. You embrace him in return, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. At last, you can help the boy whose life was shattered by your father.

"Thank you, Miss Y/L/N, I knew I could count on you," Harry murmurs softly, snuggling into your arms. "You’re safe now, Harry," you reassure him. Then, you lead him to the guest room, offering him one of Draco's pajamas and a few items he can use. After making sure he’s settled, you leave to take care of the necessary arrangements for your trip. First, you buy the tickets, then contact your lawyer to check on Sirius's situation, determined to secure his release. Once you've handled some more details, you return to the dining room to clear the table, only to find that Harry has already taken care of it, loading the dishes into the washer. Draco would never have done that.

It's not easy to fall asleep knowing that the next day you'll return to a place where so many traumatic memories occurred. Yet, somehow, knowing that Harry and Draco are safe brings you a sense of peace, making you feel as though nothing bad can harm you. The next morning, you rise early to wake Draco and Harry, urging them to have breakfast and get ready for the journey ahead.

"Potter isn't going dressed in those rags he came in, is he?" Draco remarks as he sits across from Harry at the table, eating the pancakes you've made and drinking his orange juice. Harry, who is having toast with eggs and bacon, pauses to glare at Malfoy, clearly irritated by the comment.

"First of all, you should worry more about your own clothes than mine. Your pajamas are so tight, I felt like I was suffocating. And how do you even move in that outfit? You’d be more comfortable wrapped in bubble wrap." Harry responds, showing Draco how the pajamas cling to his body. In fact, the pajamas didn’t even fit properly—there are tears along the sleeves, and part of his stomach is exposed. Draco studies Harry for a moment, and you could swear he gave a slight smirk, not out of amusement but for some other reason. Or maybe it's just your imagination.

"Draco, see if any of your clothes are in a bigger size than those pajamas and give them to Harry to wear. Harry, I apologize for the silly way my little one speaks. Both of you, once you finish breakfast, get ready so we can leave," you say as you rise, finishing your coffee and heading off to get dressed, leaving the two of them to finish their breakfast together.

So, you climbed the stairs to your bedroom on the second floor of the house. After a few hours, you and the boys had already arrived at Hogwarts, reaching there by early evening. Your lawyer had informed you over the phone that he had successfully secured Sirius's release. He warned you that Sirius would now be under your care and that he would still need to appear in court for a hearing next week. You agreed to take responsibility for Black, just in time to hear the lawyer mention that Sirius had been asking about you. The scoundrel had found out that you were coming and that you were the one who paid for both his lawyer and his bail. The boys slept through most of the trip after they finally stopped bickering with one another.

"Potter, you don't need to carry my suitcase. Stepmother, tell him that just because he has muscular arms and a toned body doesn't mean he has to carry my luggage." Draco says, wrestling with Harry over his own suitcase. You are only a few steps away from what used to be the Malfoy manor, now renovated to be just Draco's house, and therefore yours as well. Harry bursts into laughter when Draco nearly trips in the tug-of-war over the suitcase.

"I want you to know that this was just me being polite. Nothing to do with my toned body. But thanks for the compliment, by the way." Harry grins as he releases Draco's suitcase, leaving him stumbling from the sudden shift. "Miss Y/L/N, I'll carry your bag. That ungrateful guy can deal with his own heavy luggage." Harry smiles and takes your suitcase from your hands, carrying it for you.

“I don’t know about you two, but I need a good bath,” you say, feeling the weight of the day. “I think we can order some pizza, maybe watch a movie together. Harry, don’t worry, I arranged for someone to bring over some clothes in your size. No more borrowing from Draco. And each of you will have your own room, with your own bathroom. Yes, Draco’s family was that wealthy, Harry. But now’s not the time for financial discussions.” You hold only your purse, watching as Draco and Harry walk side by side, carrying the suitcases. Before either of them can respond, the three of you are startled to find Sirius Black standing right in front of the former Malfoy mansion, waiting.

“If it isn’t the happy little family. Didn’t think I’d show up here, did you?” Sirius says in a cynical, almost malicious tone. The boys, who had just moments ago seemed to be getting along, now tense up immediately. You meet Sirius’s gaze with a hint of anger, feeling the shift in the air. Without saying a word, you pull the house key from your bag and hand it to Harry, keeping your eyes fixed on Sirius.

“Harry and Draco, I want you both to go inside the house. Don’t worry, Sirius and I will have a little chat, and we’ll join you shortly. But for now, I need you to go,” you say in a serious tone, watching the boys closely. Draco hesitates, clearly wanting to speak, and so does Harry.

“Stepmother, we’re not children anymore. We can stay here and defend you from this bearded troglodyte; you don’t have to face him alone,” Draco says, gently holding your arm but struggling with his suitcase. Harry steps in, helping Draco with the suitcase and turning to you. “We’ll be inside,” he murmurs, sounding slightly downcast. He likely understands that you and Sirius need to have a serious conversation. Practically dragging Draco and the suitcases, Harry manages to open the door and enter the house with Malfoy. Sirius, for his part, tried to make eye contact with Harry, but it didn’t happen.

"Turned my godson against me, have you? Is this how you make your triumphant return here?" Sirius sneers as he descends the steps towards you. You stand your ground, unwavering.

“As if I needed to turn him against you. You’re doing a fine job of being a terrible guardian all on your own, my dear. And I suggest you watch your tone when speaking to me. Remember, I got you out of prison and ensured your godson was taken care of. I’m not asking for your gratitude, knowing you’re too ill-mannered for that,” you retort, stepping even closer, locking eyes with him, your anger clearly visible. Sirius stops in his tracks, taken aback by your boldness but still unwilling to back down.

"As if everything you do isn't just to atone for your father’s sins. Playing house with Draco, taking care of Harry, getting me out of prison—it’s all just to ease your guilt," Sirius says, crossing his arms defensively. For a moment, it feels like the years have melted away, and you're right back to that same exhausting argument. Four years, and he’s still stuck on this. Deep down, you pity him. His inability to move forward, to let go of the past, is stifling him—and those around him. You stare at him, a mix of frustration and sorrow flickering in your eyes, realizing that while so much has changed, his bitterness hasn't.

"You won’t hurt me by digging up my old guilt. It'll take more than trying to wound me with my father’s mistakes. And to be clear, my intentions are none of your concern. What is your concern is that I’m filing for full custody of Harry. You’ve proven yourself unfit to care for him. A boy who needed a father figure has become your caretaker. As of now, I am his temporary guardian. And if you want to remain in his life, you’ll need to improve," you say, your tone calm but firm, watching as Sirius's expression shifts. You can practically feel him unraveling, though he tries to keep it together. He paces, frantic and restless, his frustration and disbelief bubbling to the surface. For what feels like several long minutes, he doesn’t say a word, just stalks back and forth, unable to process the reality of your words.

“What do you want? Damn it!” Sirius yells, his impatience spilling over as he glares at you. You meet his gaze with disapproval, taking a deep breath before responding.

"I want you to be a good man for Harry. Someone he can look up to. I did my research on what’s been happening in your life. You lost Lupin, drowned yourself in alcohol, even gambling. You were fired from Hogwarts. You’ve been arrested more than once this year, for God’s sake. You assaulted someone in a bar, got caught driving drunk. You’re lost, Black. I know things have been hard for you, but you need to get it together. For Harry.” You hold his gaze, even as he shifts uncomfortably, unable to meet your eyes. Shame is creeping in, and it's clear he knows that what you’re saying is true, even if he can’t admit it.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make you drop this ridiculous idea of taking my godson from me. But don’t think for a minute that means I want anything to do with you again, or that I’m going to play along with your fantasy of a normal family with Draco and Harry,” Sirius says, his tone dead serious. You can’t help but laugh—loud and heartily—as if it’s the best joke you’ve heard in years.

“Excuse me, but you must think you're the best man in the world. Honestly, I’d be more interested in having a relationship with a fine bottle of wine than with you. Now that we've cleared that up, let’s go inside before you say anything else ridiculous.” You give Sirius a light pat on the shoulder, then turn toward the house. He follows after a brief moment of hesitation, his expression sour, like someone who’s been forced to eat something distasteful.