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calliopesdiary · 4 days
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hi loves (:
you’re too sweet for me part two it’s coming soon i promise (:
i had finals all of this past week and i’m all good how to continue writing (;
thanks for your patience
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calliopesdiary · 14 days
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introducing queen latte 👑👑
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calliopesdiary · 16 days
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OKAYOKAYOKAY hear me out…
would ANYONE (and i mean anyone) read a one shot or a series with reader being the brooklyn hayes from lps popular of hogwarts???
obviously marauders era but she is just so mean it’s entertaining??
going once??? going twice??? i’m dying over here to write it
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calliopesdiary · 16 days
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hi!!!! i love this sm its so good. is there gonna be a part 2?
yess!! there will be!! tysm for the support cupcake!!
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calliopesdiary · 20 days
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ummm excuse me!?!
ty guys so much for 100 (and two) followers!!
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calliopesdiary · 20 days
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Why am I like this
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calliopesdiary · 20 days
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“you’re too sweet for me”
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part two!!!!
preview; the phone call
summary; you partially own your mums coffee & flower shop, so it’s no secret that you’d have a little (big) work crush on a boy whom you only know from his signature on the receipts.
ships; poly!marauders x fem!barista!reader
contents; mild language, reader has long enough hair to tie up into a ponytail, sirius is a flirt
a/n: this isn’t the full part! but enjoy the preview (:
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*ring, ring.*
“hello?”
“hey, darling.”
oh gods… that familiar voice… he called you… didn’t he?
“o-oh, hi.”
“you sound surprised, was i not supposed to call the cute girl who works at my favorite coffee shop?”
fuck, here comes the blush.
“i-i just.. didn’t expect you to want too.”
“well, i did want too.”
you could almost hear his cocky grin.
“so, since we’re calling, i was just wondering if we could go out sometime? just casual, getting to know eachother?”
he sounded so confident.
“m-me? you want to go out with.. me?”
“you are the person i’m asking, love.”
“…”
“so.. is that a yes—“
“yes! yes! i mean— sure… that sounds…. fun?”
“great— oh! and i’m sure you won’t mind my boyfriends joining, hm?”
“boyfriends…? fuck! i knew he wasn’t single—“
“they’d like to get to know you as much as i would.”
“… they would?”
“mmmhm.”
“that’s fine.”
“perfect, i’ll pick you up from the shop at eight, will your mum mind?”
“i don’t think so— no.”
“perfect, see you then. love.”
“s-see you!”
“…mum!!! i’ve got a date with my favorite customer.”
you raced upstairs.
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calliopesdiary · 20 days
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“it’s just anatomy, you’re only half of me. but still you don’t know me at all”
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age: 13+
summary; reader has a depressingly long history of knowing her brother hates her, and always will.
warnings; reader struggles with depression, sirius is an ass and not helpful, remus is sensible, reader struggles with belluma
a/n: i’d highly recommend NOT reading if any of these topics are sensitive towards you, and this is not at all what so ever a “how too” on eating disorders. it’s simply a fictional description on how harming they are to a person. xoxo!
another a/n; too sweet part two is on its way!!
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you must’ve done something horrible in your past life, because you were “blessed” with this family. the noble and most ancient house of black.
you were regulus’ fraternal twin, which meant sirius was your older brother.
he promptly cut you and regulus off when you were both sorted into slytherin. unlike sirius and regulus, you weren’t able to take punishments with an “oh well.”. you couldn’t make mistakes, and if you did there would be consequences. like if you got over 105 pounds you would be put on stricter diets, because as walburga would say…
“beauty is pain.”
July 19th, 1976 at 3;41am
You woke up with a jolt, after hearing a floorboard creak outside your room.
In a curious spur, you decided to check out what it was. maybe it was your cat? no, couldn’t be. she was asleep next to your pillow all night.
the floorboards felt like ice on your feet, as you padded silently across your room and towards the door.
“sirius?”
“what?”
“where are you going?”
“far away from here.”
“you can’t…”
“i can.”
“s-sirius… no..”
the lump in your throat built up out of nowhere, and the tears too.
“w-what about me? and reggie and—“
“you can figure it out, i can’t do this anymore. she’s going to murder me, y/n.”
he held his trunk in his fist, and his griffyndor tore back slung over his shoulder.
“take us with you then! she’s not going to go any easier on us.”
you fought back the hurt and hot tears, it wasn’t worth it.
“you cut us off in first year, both me and reggie barely hear from you. and now this?”
your sadness morphed into a furious rage.
“you know what, y/n? you’re just like her.”
“. . .”
“goodbye, sirius.”
you shut your door, before the tears came pooling down your cheeks.
one thing kept on echoing through your head.
“you’re just like her.”
“you’re just like her.”
“you’re just like her.”
you weren’t… were you?
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september 1st, 1976.
the walk to the station was different, there was no yelling, no screaming, and no flipping off warburga.
it was just you and regulus, you’d think your parents would take you to bid their farewells but it wasn’t more than a fantasy.
“do you think he’ll say hello?”
“cut the delusions, dove. that’s the third time you’ve asked.”
“oh.”
regulus was adamant on ignoring his brothers existence, after the awful words he had spit out at his younger twin sister.
“maybe we could go say hello—“
“no, y/n.”
it was sad to see how dependent you were on him coming around, maybe leaving a note or two, but through the next few months you got— well, nothing.
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december 17th, christmas break
“he looks healthy.”
you observe, as Dorcas sighs.
“that’s what you look like when you have a healthy household, love.”
you nod, your eyes doing more watching your food than eating it. you wish it could just disappear.
“aren’t you going to eat anything?”
evan asks worriedly, barty snickers from his position on evan’s lap.
“i don’t think she’s allowed to, mate.”
“eat? of course…”
you pecked at the food on your plate, and practically force feeding yourself.
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out of pure observation, some would argue that the scale was your best friend.
the number 108lbs was displaying proudly and boldly on the scale.
“shit, i’m only supposed to be 104…”
you thought, there was only one thing for you to do. which seemed completely logical.
that limit was only set by walburga, and how blinded she was by beauty standards.
you stood menacingly infront of the toilet, hands shaky. merlin, if anyone ever found out..
funny, you hated being sick when you were a kid. now you couldn’t seem to stop making yourself sick.
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december 23rd, 6:37am
you never expected gifts from your family, until your mother had sent a very nice (and tight) dress for the yule ball later that season.
the tag read:
“keep up the diet, i know you won’t disappoint me and your father.”
signed sincerely, walburga black.
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not even a merry christmas? no happy new year? even happy holidays or well wishes would’ve been better. but that’s not how your parents functioned.
you heard a excited gasp from Dorcas.
“that is beautiful, y/n!!”
she squealed, inspecting it with care.
“thank you..”
you nodded politely, while hiding the tag under your leg.
“will you wear it to the ball?”
pandora asked from her position on the sofa.
“it’s not like i have anything else.”
you laughed, watching Dorcas admire the dress.
“well, you’ll look gorgeous.”
you simply scoffed. as if.
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december 23rd, 5;34pm.
you had made a bold decision, knocking on the gryffindor common room painting was certainly not on your to-do list.
after begging the fat lady for the password, you successfully got in.
peter was the only one in sight, reading a some sort of book by the scorching fire.
“peter?”
“merlin, y/n. don’t sneak up on me.”
he jolted, running a hand through his messy hair.
“sorry, i just— needed to know, how is he?”
“who, sirius?”
“mhm.”
“he’s great, better than ever actually.”
“oh.”
was that your favorite word? it must’ve been.
“has he thought of us? me and reggie, i mean.”
“he hasn’t thought about the blacks in ages, why?”
the blacks? what the fuck? doesn’t he mean his family?
“the… the blacks?”
you responded, not really grasping at what he was telling her.
“well… euphemia has practically made him her son, so…”
you cleared the lump in your throat.
“r-right, of course.”
“do you need to see him?”
would you like too? yes, but you didn’t need to.
“um.. not at the moment, no.”
“alright, well… he probably won’t be to pleased that you’re in here.”
“whys that?”
“he says your just like that monster that lives in your house, and that he wants nothing to do with you.”
“he said that?”
you scoffed.
“it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore.”
“hey, you were the one who screamed at him?”
“…what?”
“you screamed at him, when he left?”
“no i didn’t!”
you got a bit defensive.
“if i were to believe that id go get sirius, but something tells me he won’t believe you either.”
“merlin, what else has that fuckface said about me?”
“it’s not just him, y/n. it’s everyone.”
“what?”
that’s when the rumors pooled in.
“people are saying at y/n is a walking copy of walburga black.”
“shes the biggest blood-suprematist.”
“i feel so bad for sirius, having to live with two monsters like that.”
“dear, any sensible person would know those things aren’t true.”
Dorcas rubbed the small of your back, while Barty crouched (get it?) beside your face.
“b-but sirius said it himself! i’m just like her, aren’t i??”
you cried out, the mascara tears staining Barty’s pillow case.
“doll, we could just murder them all and every problem you’ve ever had—“
“shut it, junior! that’s not what she needs or wants!”
“would be nice.”
“violence isn’t an answer.”
thank godric for Dorcas Meadows and her level of sanity.
“he hates me now, it’s like he doesn’t even know me!”
“i’m sure he doesn’t hate you…”
“but he does, dorcas. he hates me.”
you spent the rest of the night sobbing in Barty and Dorcas’ embrace.
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the rumors were a key reason why Regulus had been spending more time in detention.
you’d be surprised how many noses had been broken and bleeding if your name came out of anyone’s filthy mouth.
“so, little brother. what’s got you in here, for the fourth time this week?”
he wanted to punch his brothers smug grin off his face.
“unlike you, i’m attempting to salvage our sisters reputation.”
“what? the reputation she’s built for being mummy’s favorite?”
“you don’t even know her, sirius! you just guess how she is. you’ve barely even spoken to her since she was eleven! who was there for her first date? her first owls? her first boyfriend? her first breakup? i was! and you haven’t cared about her for years! the poor thing gets submitted to lifelong torture and trauma because he is mums favorite! i’ve watched her starve herself, binge eat, then throw it all up because that.. that creature has forced her to be under 105 pounds, that is insane! but you will never, ever understand that because you, sirius black, are a fool!”
regulus had never shouted so loud, and sirius looked bewildered and beyond confused.
“w-what?”
he simply replied.
regulus’ words must’ve packed a punch.
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calliopesdiary · 21 days
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“you’re too sweet for me”
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summary; you partially own your mums coffee & flower shop, so it’s no secret that you’d have a little (big) work crush on a boy whom you only know from his signature on the receipts.
ships; poly!marauders x fem!barista!reader
contents; mild language, reader has long enough hair to tie up into a ponytail, sirius is a flirt
a/n: this is so short but i needed to write something having to do with this song!! part two anyone??
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YOU HAD A LOT OF ENERGY for 5:30am.
thirty minutes until opening, you tied your hair up into a pastel pink ribbon.
the soft and crisp spring air pooled into the shop from the open windows, as you set some fresh flowers at your counter.
“ready for opening, dear?”
“yes, mum!”
you responded.
she had certainly noticed your level of chipperness in the mornings had doubled since you started working there, probably because of the young man she’s seen you conversing with every morning at exactly 7:42 am, which was when he always came in.
unless the boy was sick, or busy he’d be in the shop atleast once a day.
“can’t make coffee to save my life, you know?”
he’d always insist.
you heard the bell on the door chime, alerting you of the first guest.
“hi, welcome in.”
you turned around to spot him, and two other boys. odd.. he usually comes in alone.
“new friends, hm?”
you teased, leading him to smile brightly.
“no, they just don’t wake up early enough.”
you nodded, grabbing your pen and paper.
“what can i get for you?”
you were surprised how well you kept your cool, i mean— the other two boys were almost as good looking as he was, and it really made you question yourself.
“i’ll have my usual, darling.”
Sirius— atleast that’s how you thought his name was pronounced— leaned against the counter smugly, as his tall, lanky friend scoured the menu.
“can i have the iced caramel mocha, please?”
the slightly less tall, messy-haired brunette with circular glasses smiled sheepishly.
“do you have almond milk?”
“mhm.”
“okay… can i have an iced matcha green tea latte with almond milk?”
the lanky one finally asked.
“of course, can i get a name for each?”
you fidgeted with the pen in your hand softly.
“Sirius, James, and Remus.”
“how are their names so hot???” “god y/n… you dirty slut, you should not be thinking this way about customers.”
“….your drinks will be ready soon.”
you flashed a small teethy smile as you rushed to go make their drinks.
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you brought their drinks out on a tray, and set it down on the table.
“enjoy your coffee.”
you smile softly and begin to walk off.
Sirius gets up to pay, and pulls out some cash.
“there you go, love. amazing as always.”
he winked, and you desperately tried to keep your composure.
“any time.”
he signed the receipt, and as you grabbed his change. you decided to make a bold move.
besides, would him and his gorgeous friends really call the local baristas number she left on the check?
the answer was yes.
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calliopesdiary · 2 months
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holy shit, this made me sob for around 2 hours afterwards. god you writers are brilliant and your stories are poetic and tragic. thank you for this story my love.
❝time will tell.❞
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[credits to the original artist of the photo!! can't seem to find their @ anywhere. title is taken from jane austen's persuasion, as was the first part.]
summary. ❝you are loved. and harry thinks there is no better description that that.❞
pairing/s. poly!mauraders x reader. (james potter x reader, sirius black x reader, lily evans x reader, and remus lupin x reader.)
word count. 9.5k.
tags. reader is referred to mum, with she/her pronouns[!], canon-typical violence [!], canon-typical deaths mentioned[!], very brief marauders as soldiers of the order[!], creepy old men being creepy[!], child abuse[!], pureblood arranged marriages, a minor character expresses wanting to die[!], Depressed and Traumatized Slytherins, the capital is important[!], themes of misogyny [!], teen boys fuck around and find out there are consequences to their actions, THERE IS ACTUALLY A LOT OF FLUFF, I PROMISE YOU, angst, children lose their baby teeth up until the age of twelve!! google said so!! not proofread we die like dobby the free elf
note. damn, i cried, you cried, we all crode. tbh, the first part was only intended as a oneshot, sdfkhdf, but when i re-read it, i thought that i could have expanded on more details,, so now here we are!! i love it more than the first part ueueue. thank you all so so so much for the kind comments :((( please please enjoy the second part to this installment!! part one
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HARRY JAMES POTTER was only a few months old when you died at the hands of Voldemort — or as strangers have told him every time they ravaged his personal space and ogled at his scar. They said it was a quick death, better than what had happened to Alice and Frank Longbottom. But that was all they’ve ever said about your death. Unfortunate; caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, entirely different from the pedestal James and Lily have been put on by the wizarding society. 
At first, Harry had wondered if it was due to your blood relations, being the daughter of a renowned Death-Eater, heiress to the fortune of a pureblood House. Harry can’t even count the amount of conspiracy theories he’s read or heard to his face that it must have been you who betrayed James and Lily, and not Sirius Black. 
Even Hermione’s shared to him a theory that your death was faked to surrender your loyalty completely to Voldemort — of course, Hermione was eleven at the time, head full of books and her favorite theories, and Harry’s already forgiven her. But there’s a part of him that despises the way he’s never known the full truth about his parents, just bits of information dangled in front of him like bait for people [read: the Dursleys] to get him to do what they want, to act like the way they want. Until Remus and Sirius, you were a stranger to him, really.
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)
IT IS RATHER UNFORTUNATE that Madam Pince has already taken her position as the unbearable librarian at this point in time. The woman gives Harry and you a pointed look as you slam the large book onto one of the tables — to Harry’s surprise, you glare right back at her. You’re awfully flushed, however, blushing cheeks betraying the fire in your eyes; it must have been from when Remus escorted the two of you to the library; he had tried to brush your hand with his pinky, to which you had responded with a startled hiss — Remus only smiled and chuckled at you, and Harry swears he’d like to forget that entire interaction because he saw literal stars in Remus’s eyes.
Jumping back in time and potentially causing chaos? Fun. 
Meeting your parents? Definitely fun, in the strangest of ways. 
But watching them pine and fall for each other? Not so fun. 
Nonetheless, he hesitantly takes the seat across yours and watches you flip through the pages until you land on a chapter with the large, bold letters: THE CURIOUS CASE OF ELOISE MINTUMBLE — Time-Travel and Its Many Dangers. He meets your gaze with a sheepish grin, mustering a look of innocence; except the puppy dog eyes only worked when he was nine — you are not amused. 
You slide the book towards him, scarily resembling Molly Weasley when she’s miffed with the twins. “You are aware, right, that just by existing here you’ve changed the future? Your future? And, that’s not even the worst thing that could happen.” 
Harry sulks. “Yes, mum.” He prefers not to think about it, actually, it makes his head hurt. 
“Don’t call me that in public!” You whisper heatedly, looking over your shoulder to check if anyone had heard him — to your luck, the library was empty, save for a Hufflepuff that was passed out on top of his books. “The less people that know about this, the better. It’s bad enough we told Potter about you. Do you even know what you’re going to do?” 
“Considering I was thrown here against my will, no.” Harry shrugs. “And to be honest, I was just going to obliviate the people who asked too many questions.”
You reach over to smack his head, scowling.
“Ow! That hurt!” Harry rubs the sore spot as he grumbles petulantly. “This is technically child abuse, did you know that?” 
You roll your eyes. “Do you at least have a plan to get home?” 
“Of course I do,” Harry retorts with a scoff, “Her name is Hermione Granger.” 
“Hopeless.” You groan exasperatedly. “Absolutely hopeless.” 
Harry only grins in response. For a brief moment, he forgets about the present — his reality where the skies are bleak and home is where he knows the feeling of loss more than the warmth of his own parents’ embrace. He lets himself forget, and pretends he isn’t the Boy Who Lived. Just some random boy who’s pestering his mother — even if she likes to deny the inevitability of being romanced by the Marauders, (except for Wormtail because Harry would eat troll slime before he ever lets that happen.)
“Right then,” You say after your tangent — which Harry tuned out when he hears the words, be responsible. “If I’m going to help you get back home—” 
Harry’s heart drops to his stomach; as selfishly as it sounds, he didn’t want to go home just yet — not to where people just took and took from him. He’s exhausted. Still, he puts up a front of being excited to be returned to his timeline. It’s for the greater good, of course, because his existence — present or past — is always somehow a threat to the wizarding society. 
“—you need to answer this one question for me.” Your voice drops lower as you stare at him intently, lips pressed firmly. 
Harry nods slowly. “As long as it’s within reason, yeah.” 
You inhale sharply. “Do I outlive Dolores Umbridge?” 
The wince escapes Harry before he can even stop it. 
That’s all the answer you need, apparently. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, eyes nearly bulging out of your head as you slam your hands down onto the table surface, shrieking.
“That slimy bitch!” 
Needless to say, the two of you are kicked out of the library.
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(1970; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
YOU ARE ELEVEN when your father introduces you to Ferguson, commonly known as Fergus, Bulstrode. He smiles at you with a leer, eyes hungrily dipping to the neckline of your dress. You grit your teeth as you hold out your hand for him to take — you almost shudder at the feel of his lips on your cheek. You eagerly take a step back away from him, hoping your father won’t notice the way you shy from Ferguson’s touch. You’re not dull, you fully understand the implications of this introduction and the way Ferguson is complaining to you about his third wife’s passing — as if you were the solution to his loneliness. Bile rises to your throat, and you shove it down with a forced laugh at your father’s jokes about Mudbloods. From across the room, Allegra Greengrass stares at you in sympathy, and you send her a glare — you do not need anyone’s pity. 
The corset your mother laced on too tight is suffocating you; this whole Yule extravaganza made for elitist purebloods is suffocating you; and yet, you smile and greet every red-lipped witch your mother introduces you to. For hours, you pretend, and you pretend. By the time the guests have left, you wonder if you have any more of yourself to give. 
You manage to convince your mother to let you slip away for the night. Without missing a beat, you rush outside and into the garden labyrinth, lest old Ferguson snatches you up for a dance and let his gaze wander elsewhere. For the first time since the sun had set, your aching feet finally find some relief. You drop onto the edge of the stone fountain as you toss your heels to the side. You begin working your fingers through your hair, ripping the glittery ribbons from your head. It’s not until you’re unclasping your necklace that you realize you are crying. Tears fall from your eyes, and they sink deep into the fabric of your dress. 
You barely hold back your sobs. Your chest heaves as you hiccup; your vision goes blurry as your fingers grow numb. There’s nothing you can do but cry. 
You’ve used up all your smiles for tonight. 
But then, the sadness turns into resentment and then turns into indignation. Harshly, you wipe the tears from your eyes as you rip a violent scream from your throat. 
You sink to the ground, perfectly polished nails digging into the soil as you gather patches of grass and tear them from the roots. You throw a handful of mud at the marble statues. You grab another fistful of mud, scream, then bash your head against the garden floor. You let out another cry, whimpering as you curl into yourself; shivering as a gust of wind brushes against your skin. Surprisingly enough, this is the most human you’ve ever felt. This is the most you have ever felt — period. 
When hiccups regress into soft sniffles, you lay on your back, watching the stars float above. As the last of your tears slide down your cheek, you lift a shaky hand to trace the constellation in the sky. It’s not a familiar one to you, but then— 
“That’s Sirius.” 
You sit upright in a snap, wiping away the wetness from your eyes as you muster a mean glare at the newcomer.
Sirius Black.
“Oh, none of that,” He tells you when you move to stand. There’s barely any emotion on his face and it irks you that you can’t figure out what he’s planning. What you don’t expect is for him to sit beside you, thereby ruining his expensively tailored suit. 
“You’ll get creases,” You scold him instinctively, nose scrunched — but your voice is hoarse; too tired to put up any pretences. “Your mother will be cross with you.” 
Sirius scoffs, laying his head on the dirt, making sure to smear his sleeves with grass stains. “Walburga can go fall in a ditch and die for all I care.”
You gasp. “That’s horrible!” 
Sirius gives you a look. “You don’t believe that.” 
You really don’t, but you don’t have the courage to admit it either. 
After a few moments of silence, Sirius asks, raising a brow, “So who was that?”
“Who was who?” You stare at him with knitted brows, toying with your fingers. You still can’t wrap your head around how weird this is — sitting with Sirius Black in the middle of your mother’s hedge maze, your once bright blue dress now sullied at the ruffles, eyes bloodshot and your hair a frizzy mess. (Sirius thinks you look cute, though; especially with your missing front tooth that peeks out every time you talk to him.) 
“Bald guy, older than Merlin himself.” Sirius makes a face. “Looks like a troll. Smells like one, too.”
A giggle flutters past your lips, and your hands fly to your mouth. You really shouldn’t be bad-mouthing your guests, but Sirius was right — Ferguson really did act like an ugly troll. You sigh, letting your arms fall to your side. “My betrothed.” 
Sirius nods in understanding. “My mother tried to set me up with my own cousin once.” 
You grimace. “Which cousin?” 
He sits on his knees to face you, and with a very solemn face, he says, “Bellatrix.”
This time, you laugh freely, throwing your head back as Sirius pouts at your amusement. “O-Oh, that’s golden.” 
“No, it’s not,” says Sirius, lips twitching as he watches you snort like a pig through your giggles. “It’s horrible. A literal nightmare. You should feel awful for me.” He pokes your stomach, and it just makes you laugh harder, eyes disappearing into your smile. “Oi. I said feel awful, not take the piss out of me.” 
“S-Sorry.” You wheeze, batting away his hand pulling at your cheek. “I just can’t imagine Bellatrix in a white wedding dress and saying her vows to you.”
“That’s disgusting.” Sirius gags. “You’re horrible, I hope you know that.” 
When you finally calm down and Sirius tickles your bare feet until you cry in surrender, the two of you lay on the grass as he points out each constellation to you. Later, he fishes a small box of sugar mice from his pocket and offers it to you, opening one for himself. “Here’s to shitty parents and the one day we get to decide our own future.” 
You bump your squeaky candy mice against his. “Cheers, Black.” 
“Will you go to Hogwarts next year?” He asks you once he’s bitten off the tail of his mice. 
You nod. 
Sirius shifts on his side, holding his pinky out to you. “We’ll be friends when school starts?”
Again, you nod, wrapping your pinky around his. “Friends.” 
The next September comes, Sirius finds a compartment and one James Potter in it. You sit with Allegra Greengrass and Endora Lestrange on the way to Hogwarts. You are sorted into Slytherin, and Sirius finds freedom and a home in Gryffindor. You play the role created just for you; you lift your nose at those beneath you, adorn yourself in custom-made silk clothing, and carry yourself with the etiquette of a pure-blooded lady. Perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect clothes, always picture perfect.
You pretend that Allegra doesn’t throw up in the evenings from the fear of getting married to a man twice her age. You pretend that you don’t notice Endora sleep-walking and begging for her mother to save her from her father. You pretend that under your blankets, in the Slytherin dungeon, you are safe. 
You pretend that it doesn’t hurt when Sirius looks at you in disappointment when you shove a Hufflepuff student to the ground for getting a higher score than you in Charms.
They call you an ice-princess behind your back, and you overhear some of the fifth-years calling you foul words as well, and no one steps in to stop them; there’s no defending a Slytherin, after all. But you are keeping your head above treacherous waters, and you suppose that is all that matters.) 
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)
“SO ACCORDING TO THIS, Eloise was stuck in 1402 for five days until she was retrieved to the present, which means we only have four days left to figure out a way for you to get back home.” 
Harry sinks into his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The two of you had found an empty classroom to discuss your plans away from inquisitive ears. “What’s the rush?” It’s unfair, he’d only just met you, and now he’s losing time with you. 
You sigh. “Harry, Eloise Mintumble spent five days in the past and when she came back, her body aged five centuries, and she died in St. Mungos. It’s not just about altering the whole timeline, you could actually die.” 
When you are met only with silence, you close the book, frowning. “Harry? What’s wrong?” 
Harry swallows the lump in his throat, looking out the window to avoid your gaze. “What do you know about the Mirror of Erised?” 
Your head tilts in confusion. “That it shows our heart’s deepest desire.” 
“Yeah,” says Harry, nodding. “I was eleven when I found it.” 
“Oh, Harry. . .” 
It’s almost pathetic how quickly his eyes water. “Did you know, before today, I hadn’t known at all what your voice sounded like?” 
You stay quiet, and Harry sucks in a shaky breath. 
“When I looked into the mirror, I saw my parents—all of you. There I was, in the middle. You were behind me—happy.” Harry swipes a tear from his eye. “I wanted to stay in that room, stare at that mirror forever.”
“It’s—”
“Dangerous, I know.” He laughs bitterly. “Just like finally being able to meet you all here.”
“Harry, you aren’t supposed to be here in the first place,” You say quietly, eyes drooping sadly. 
“I know that!” He exclaims desperately. “But is it so selfish to just want some time? I don’t want an illusion, I want the real thing. A real family. Why can’t I have that? Bloody Malfoy gets everything he wants, and what do I have?” 
“Your friends,” You tell him firmly. “Your friends who must be worried sick that you’re gone and must be going great lengths to bring you back.” 
“I know.” Harry wilts. He’s got Remus at home, too, who probably needs him more than ever after Sirius’s death. “I know. But can’t I just have this one thing?” 
You purse your lips for a moment, brows furrowed in thought. Then, you break the silence with: “Do you want to hear a story?”
“What?” Harry croaks, peering at you through wet lashes. 
Shrugging, you say, “Stories to remember us by. I’ve got six years worth of stories and then some. I know it’s not much, and you’ve probably heard some of these already from the others in the future, but it’s better than nothing, right?” You lean against the back of your chair, glancing at the wall clock before grinning at Harry. “We’ve got time to spare, anyway.” 
Harry manages a smile, setting down his glasses before rubbing his stinging eyes with the handkerchief you offer him. He figures this is what Remus means when you’re the gentlest creature he’s ever known — just not gentle in what the world expects you to be. 
“What do you say, Harry? I give you tidbits of the past, and you tell me if you know anything about the next Triwizard champion, so I can place my bets in advance.”  
Harry snickers. “Not a chance, mum.” 
“Worth a try.” And the smile you give him is nearly blinding. 
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(1977; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND what it is about Gryffindors and their hobby of invading others’ personal space. 
A year into dating and James likes to shove his head under your shirt, claiming he loves the sound of your heartbeat — but you know really what he wants to nestle his head in between. The amount of cashmere blouses he’s ruined is absurd! Sirius has a hobby of tracing runes on the plane of your stomach. Lily prefers it when you sit in front of her, just within reach where she can wrap her arms around you and rest her head on your shoulder. Remus tends to lag behind the group when he notices you walking slower due to your leg flaring up. He kisses the side of your head and promises to chase the pain away — sappy poetic that he is. And in the moments where all five of you are together, tucked under a wide alcove, you can best believe there is no escaping what they like to call, a cuddle pile. Limbs are tangled, kisses are shared, and confessions of love are whispered. 
Before them, you hadn’t really known the different ways to love and be loved. 
Onto the pressing matters at hand, you discover that the brazen show of affection extends to their parents as well. Particularly, the Potters. After a year, you finally caved into James’s requests for you to spend the holidays at their manor, since the others have already made a space for themselves there, and James had said it would be an honor for you to feel at home with his parents, too. Honestly, you spoil them too much — one look into his bright, wide eyes and you gave in. James didn’t even care that you brought two luggages for clothes alone; he lifted each bag with delight and with ease. 
(Remus had the audacity to laugh when he caught you and Sirius staring at James’s flexed muscles, mouth wide open. 
“As I have said, Remus Lupin, I do not drool!”
“Sure, dove, whatever you say.”)
But now, you really aren’t so sure of your decision. 
“Oh, she’s beautiful, Jamie!” Euphemia encases you in a bear hug the moment you step inside the manor. You’re engulfed in the scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar. You stiffen as she cradles your face in between her palms, smiling ever so fondly at you, cooing about how precious you look, much like a mother would — and how your mother never did. You wonder if this is what you’ve been missing all along — the thought stabs you right in the heart. “Please excuse the mess, dear, we haven’t had the chance to clean up yet, Monty and I are excited to try the recipe Lily owled to us the other day, you see.” 
“I-It’s okay,” You rasp, struggling to hold back the tears. 
“Oh, what a darling you are!” Euphemia smiles and ushers you further inside. “Come, come. The others are right upstairs. You must be tired from the train ride. It is so lovely to finally meet you. Make yourself at home, dear heart — James Fleamont Potter! Give your mama a kiss this instant! Don’t think introducing your girlfriend will distract me from the fact you didn’t owl me letters for two months straight!” 
James whines as he hides behind you. “Mum, I’m seventeen, stop embarrassing me.” 
Euphemia scoffs, hands snapping to her hips. “You’re going to be my baby boy forever, now come here.” 
With a shy smile, you step away to surrender James to his mother — you don’t understand which part of this is embarrassing; you wish for a mum who’d welcome you home like that, with unconditional love and kind eyes. James squawks and calls you a traitor, just before his mum attacks him with loud, exaggerated kisses to his cheek, leaving lipstick stains all over his face. You hide a laugh behind your palm, ignoring the way your heart pangs at the sight of their unrestrained smiles. Euphemia lets her son go after a few more seconds, cackling at the masterpiece she’s created on a grumbling James, who’s rubbing his skin to erase his mother’s affections. She hugs you once more before setting you off, telling you to meet Fleamont after you’ve unpacked. 
Just as you reach the foot of the stairs, you hear a girlish squeal, then the sound of rapid footfall against each wooden step. Lily greets the two of you by jumping off the last step and wrapping each arm around yours and James’s neck. “Welcome home, Jamie!” She captures his lips with her own before doing the same to you, cupping your cheek lovingly, “So happy you made it, princess! How was the ride here?” 
You were never a fan of traveling by Floo; it made you nauseous after, and left you with a pounding headache for hours. Without hesitation, the others offered to accompany you on the train, but you insisted they Floo ahead to Godric’s Hollow — it took a lot of convincing, but they finally agreed, (they’re not the only ones spoiled; they couldn’t refuse you, too.) With the exception of James, who wanted to be there when you saw his home for the first time. You nearly cried when you saw how well-loved their manor was; rose shrubs dipped in snow, Sirius’s motorcycle parked outside, a mailbox with poorly painted shapes, the fences covered in Christmas lights, and the amount of shoes by the door. From outside, you could hear the laughter and warm conversations. 
“It was fine,” You say in a daze.
Lily sees right through you — and frowns sadly. “You alright?” 
Were you? 
You catch sight of the moving photographs of James and you finally reach your breaking point. There’s a swell in your throat that you can’t seem to push down. There’s a photo of James, Lily, Remus and Sirius; James is in his Quidditch jersey, raising the Golden Snitch high up in the air, Remus is twirling Lily, his arms around her waist, and Sirius is holding up a charmed banner that says: Gryffindor Rules! Slytherin Sucks! Except For My Darling Angel Love Of My Life Most Beautiful And Gorgeous Perfect Brilliant Girlfriend! 
There are hints of life all around the manor. Remus’s textbooks and scarf are laid by the coffee table. Lily’s O.W.L. marks are framed on the wall, along with Dumbledore’s letters to James and Lily awarding them the position of Head Girl and Head Boy, as well as McGonagall’s previous letter to Remus that came with his Prefect badge years ago. There’s a spot dedicated to Peter, filled with a photograph of him awkwardly holding his Herbology test, one that he scored a hundred and twelve percent on. It’s a wall dedicated to them, you realize. 
Then, you find it. 
Right there, up above James’s spot, and beside Sirius’s display of beyond perfect Transfiguration exam marks, and a picture of him and Remus kissing each side of your face. 
It’s a space on that wall just for you. 
James follows your gaze and rubs the back of his head, ears tinged with a shade of deep pink. “Mum left a space when I first told her about you. I-It’s yours, you can put anything you want there.” 
“I can’t,” You whisper, lips quivering as your heart cracks into a million pieces. It’s too much. 
James blinks. “Can’t? It’s yours, I promise. Mum won’t mind. You can even hang your dumb Montrose Magpies poster and I won’t tear it down — Marauders’ honor. I can help you if you want. I-I’m not good as decorating as Lily, but I paid attention to your boring explanation of color theory and I know that you hate this shade of—”
“James, I can’t do this.” 
That’s all you say before you run out of the door. 
(And you’re absolutely delusional if you think James won’t follow you out that door and into the brewing snowstorm.) 
You hear James call out to you, but you opt to ignore him and clutch your winter coat tighter around your body, shivering in the blowing wind, trudging through the deep snow through your heeled boots — designer couldn’t help you now even if you tried. You sniff, the salty taste of your tears dripping to your lips, chest tightening with a foreign kind of pain, and the frost nipping at your fingers. You give up after a few minutes, falling to the ground with an anguished cry, hand clutching the front of your chest as you struggle to breathe. 
James reaches you in a matter of minutes, draping his jacket over you, barely flinching as the cold welts his bare skin. Frantically, he wipes the tears from your eyes, a pained expression on his face as he sees you cry helplessly. “Come on, dove, it’s not safe out here. Let’s go back home, yeah? I’m sorry for upsetting you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry — I’m so sorry, dove, please don’t cry, it’s killing me to s–see you like this.” Tears fall from his eyes, and he begins stuttering from the cold, but you can’t go back to the manor. “What did I do? Please tell me so I can fix it. I love you—I’m sorry.”
You bat his chest. “G–Go home, Jamie. I’ll just take the train back to the castle.” 
“What?” He shakes his head, grabbing onto your hands. “Y–You can’t. Not in this weather. You’ll get sick if you try to walk back to the station.” 
You withdraw from his hold as you back away from James, slipping into the ice-cold mask you know so well. 
James rises in an instant, reaching for you. “No, no, no, no, no. You don’t get to do that. Not now. Not with me. Please, just come home and I-I’ll fix it.” 
“Goodbye, James,” You tell him firmly, clenching your jaw as you look him straight in the eyes. 
He grimaces. “That won’t work on me, princess, and you know it. Don’t push me away—please.” 
“Go home, James!” You yell bitterly, pivoting on your heel as you march through the thick inches of snow, hearing Remus and Lily’s voice grow louder in the distance. “Just go!”
He grits his teeth, nails digging deep into the palms of his hand. “You’re a coward if you walk away from here—from us—right now!” James shouts through chattering teeth and stray tears. “And I hate cowards more than anything!” 
You don’t look back. 
(Later that night, James stares blankly at the fireplace, tossing twigs now and then. He’s all out of tears. Remus crosses his legs as he sits beside James and offers him a steaming mug of hot chocolate. 
“Don’t want one,” He mutters, words coarse from earlier, head turning away from Remus’s gift. “Just want her.” 
Remus sets the beverage on the ground before pulling James’s head down to his chest, gently wiping the tears from his eyes as he wraps the blanket around both of them. He presses a soft kiss to James’s hair. 
“I said I hated her,” James says weakly. “I don’t—I never will. I just hate that she’s out there spending Christmas all alone. She could be here—with us. I hate not knowing that she’s safe, or that she thinks I don’t love her anymore—that’s a bloody lie, Moony. I adore her. If anything, I don’t deserve her.” 
James finds out that he does have more tears left in him. “I miss her. Bring her back, Rem, please.”
“You’ll cry yourself sick, love.” Remus wipes each tear away. “Let’s go to bed, yeah? Mornings do have a way of bringing miracles to us.” Because after a night of excruciating pain under the moon’s command, he wakes up to sunlight, and there you all are — smiling down at him like he is deserving of love; and maybe Remus can’t fault you for running away.
You’d kiss him gently and tell him how proud you are of him for coming back to you. 
Remus only hopes you come back to them, too.)
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)
“AND THAT, dear Harry, is how I humiliated Lucius Malfoy in fifth-year.” Your eyes gleam wickedly as you rest your arms on the school desk. “If he ever bothers you in your time, just mention my name—oh, I wish I could see the look on his face when he realizes I’m haunting him from my grave. Tell him, okay?” 
Harry nods excitedly. “Definitely.”
“Got anymore stories?” He asks. 
You cackle menacingly. “Boy, do I ever. Let me tell you about the one time Beckett McLaggen took me out on a date to Madam Puddifoot’s!” 
Harry grimaces. “Do I even want to hear about this?” 
“Oh, pish-posh.” You dismiss him with a wave. “You do, this story is hilarious. Now that I look back on it, Sirius was quite cross with him for the rest of the day—how strange. I wonder why.” 
Harry stares at you in disbelief. “You’re joking.” 
“I most certainly am not, Harry Potter.” 
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(1974; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
AN EAR-PIERCING scream wakes you up in the middle of the night. You snatch your wand from under your pillow, heart thudding against your chest in fear — last year, the Prewett twins decided it was funny to break into the girls’ quarters at midnight; you get a month worth of detention for hitting Gideon with the Expulso curse and suspension from class for two weeks, while the twins get away with a slap on the wrist and have the time of their lives spreading rumors of you being a Death-Eater. 
Endora shoots up to her feet as well, staring at you in panic — then the girl screams again, and you realize it’s Allegra. 
You sigh in relief, lowering your wand before saying to Endora, “I-It’s alright. I’ll handle it.” 
“Are you sure?” Endora asks timidly, gnawing at her lip and wincing when Allegra wails once more. 
“Certain,” You respond, yawning. 
As Endora climbs back into her bed, you slip into Allegra’s side, holding her head to your chest, brushing your fingers through her hair and untangling the knots. Like most of the Greengrass women, she was of ethereal beauty — silky blonde hair, smooth and fair skin, deep blue eyes that enchant wizards and witches alike. But her cheeks have gone sallow from exhaustion, eyes devoid of any emotion, and her skin now sunken into her bones. 
“I don’t want to marry him—I can’t! He’s old enough to be my father!” Allegra sobs violently, desperate for anyone to hear her, but no one really ever hears their cries from the dungeon. “They said they’d wait until I graduated—they promised! I’m supposed to marry him this summer!” 
Your heart breaks for your friend — there’s nothing you can do but hold her until she’s cried every bit of her soul out. 
“I hate them,” Allegra whispers to you; she had been shedding tears for hours, trembling in your arms until morning finally came. 
“I know,” You say defeatedly. 
“I wish I was dead,” She replies lifelessly. “He can’t marry a dead bride.” 
“Don’t say that,” You beg as you hug her tight; afraid to lose her to the world that has worn her down. “Please.” 
Allegra sinks into her pillows, and you follow in suit, hesitantly laying your head beside hers. She stares at the ceiling dully. “The world is so, so cruel to us daughters sometimes. And it’ll be cruel to our daughters, and their daughters. When will it end?” 
“I don’t know,” You say honestly. 
Allegra hums, neither disappointed nor surprised, and turns away to lay on her side. “Pansy,” She mumbles.
“What?”
“If we lived in a better world and I married for love, I’d want to name my daughter Pansy — like the flower.”
(Later that day, you are given detention for beating Evan Rosier to a pulp. He makes a joke about dirty blood, and you snap — you are tired of laughing and pandering to the arrogant men in your life. This is the first time you publicly defy your parents, and it felt good — more than good, it was liberating. It’s like breathing fresh air for the first time. Then, you earn a second detention for storming up to the Gryffindor common room and punching Fabian Prewett in the face — because fourth-year boys had no business sneaking into the girls’ dorm in the middle of the night for some stupid prank — and you threaten him by pointing the tip of your wand deep into his neck, demanding they apologize to you, Allegra, and Endora. 
You get what you want, naturally — as princesses do. You decide then that you’re going to create a world where girls like Allegra don’t cry anymore.)
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.) 
HARRY TWINGES WHEN he hears the end of your fourth or fifth story of the afternoon — no wonder you had been so angered by his being in your room. “I-I’m sorry—” 
“Yesterday was hardly your fault,” You interrupt him. “There’s no controlling where magic brings you, not in your case. You didn’t know, but now you know. I don’t hold it against them — anymore. Fifteen-year-old boys can be stupid, and at least they’ve learned from their mistakes. You should have seen your mother — erm, Lily — she looked like she was ready to kill them after finding out what they had done. Even Molly was cross with the twins, and you know how loyal Molly is to her family.”
Oh, Harry knows.
And Hermione knows it all too well. 
“Others call us evil, conniving and cruel, Harry,” You tell him grimly, “But I will protect my own, no matter what I have to do.”
At that moment, Harry thinks he understands why some people come to fear Slytherin. 
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(1978; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.) 
“LOOK, LILY-PAD, the princess is drooling again.” 
You open your eyes to glare at Sirius. “I don’t drool, idiot.” 
Lily chortles as she presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Of course you don’t, princess.”
Currently, you’re lying on a shabby loveseat that is too small to hold the three of you; it’s the only furniture in the new cottage you call home, where Potter Manor was right across the street. (Euphemia was ecstatic to have you all nearby — the lovely woman was sprite for her age, but you notice the way she stops to sit and catch her breath, Sirius and James hovering over her attentively; you’re good at pretending, so you pretend that the Potters will be around forever.) Some rooms are dusty with cobwebs, walls unfinished, with the floors creak under your feet, and there’s no other place you’d rather call home. 
You’re in between Sirius and Lily; your lips swollen from their kisses, cheeks flushed and the column of your throat graced with love marks. It’s the most beautiful set of jewelry you’ve ever worn, not even burmese rubies could compare. Lily’s hand rests under your jumper, Sirius’s thigh wedged between your own. While peace blankets the three of you, James and Remus have yet to come home from their task given by the Order. 
“You need a haircut, my love,” You mumble drowsily, pulling at one of the dark ringlets — it’s gone past his shoulders now. He captures your hand and leaves a delicate kiss on your fingertips. 
Lily buries her nose in your hair. “She’s right, Siri.” 
“I’m always right.” You pout. 
Sirius, love-sick fool that he is, smiles as he tilts your chin with his finger and ensnares you in a kiss that leaves you breathless. “Course you are — our girl’s bloody brilliant, isn’t she, Lily-pad?”
“Without a doubt.”
You roll your eyes at their antics, rolling around so that your back is pressed to Sirius’s chest — they’re not fooled, however; Lily sees the way your eyes flicker in amusement and the way your lips threaten to curve up into a smile. She traces the swell of your lips with her thumb, to the dip of your nose, and to the apples of your cheek. Sea-green eyes beam at you.
“I love you,” says Lily, committing every inch of you to her memory as she wears a melancholic smile. “I don’t know who told you that you don’t deserve to be loved, but they were wrong. You are so precious to us, dove, you don’t even know how much. This right here is real — and nothing could ever change that.” 
As it turns out, you did have more smiles to give — only the happy ones; not the fake, courteous smiles that you had given to your mother’s friends in the past. You come to intertwine your hand with Lily’s, the one that had been resting on your cheek, tenderly wiping the tears that pooled within your eyes. Your heart could burst from your chest. They had a habit of wringing every emotion out of you; of making love feel real, not just a myth from a Muggle storybook. And you find, that you didn’t mind this particular habit of theirs. In the comforts of the place you call home, where you irrefutably belong, you are free to seek their arms and fall into their love, and the best part is where you get to love them right back. 
How lucky you are. 
“Let’s get married,” You blurt out, holding your breath, feeling Sirius’s hand on your waist stiffen. 
“What?” Lily gasps breathlessly. 
You smile up at Lily. “Let’s get married. All of us. I don’t care where, o–or about the rings, let’s just get married. With the war going on, we deserve s–something good.” 
Lily sobs as she nods excitedly. “Yes. Oh my Gods—we’re getting married!” 
Sirius stares at you in wonder. “Bloody hell, dove, give a guy some warning, would you?”
You grin. “Is that a yes?” 
“It’s a yes — forever.” Sirius dives in to kiss you senseless. “Couldn’t get rid of us now even if you tried.” 
“I don’t think I’d want to, anyway.” 
Right then, the rickety door slams open, and you hear the loves of your life calling out for the three of you. Followed by the heavy thud of Dragonhide boots plunking down onto the floor
“We’re home!” James announces in the entryway. 
Lily wastes no time in shooting up from the sofa and welcoming them home with quite a unique greeting:
“We’re all getting married!” 
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.) 
“That ring is an heirloom passed down to the children in our family,” You tell Harry, pointing to the band around his finger. “It’s meant to symbolize our loyalty and duty to our House. My mother said I would have earned it only when I became a wife to Ferguson Bulstrode.” You chuckle at Harry’s perturbed grimace. “No, I didn’t marry him — thankfully. After Allegra. . . I—I. . . I couldn’t bear it. If I was going to marry, it would be on my own terms, and it would be for love, nothing less. Then, if my child wanted it, I’d give them this ring. I want to leave behind a legacy that I created. When I was younger, I’d resigned to a fate that was forcefully carved by someone else’s hand.” 
You shake your head. “I want to die being remembered by those who loved me. Otherwise, I was never truly alive.” 
Harry won’t let that happen, he won’t ever let your name be forgotten. He’ll share of your kindness to his friends, of your bravery and loyalty. Hermione will love your fondness of Muggle musicals and how you stood up to Lily’s defense in a world that ostracized her for being different. He’ll remind Remus of your love for him, that he had brought you hope in times of despair. Harry is going to make sure the world knows you had been so full of life with endless love to give. You are going to be remembered in the way Voldemort never will. 
“What do the words mean?” He stares at the writing: Tempus Edax Rerum.
You smile. “Time, devourer of all things.”
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(1978; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
“REMUS—THE MUGGLES ARE stuck in the telly again!” 
Remus snickers as he takes the vacant space beside you on the loveseat, now sewn up with care and spattered with knitted quilts and throw pillows — still too small to carry three people but hasn’t given out yet, anyway. He takes Lily’s legs over his lap, swiftly stealing a kiss from your lips. “It’s a film, dove, they’re acting.” 
You purse your lips. “They’re trapped inside, then?” 
Lily snorts into her tub of chocolate fudge ice cream. “Not quite, princess, it’s recorded. Movies are like moving photographs — but they’re an hour long with sounds.” 
“Oh.” You turn your attention back to the screen, back to the film Lily had been watching. You had to admit — the story of Sandy and Danny was an interesting one. “Lily-pad, she’s singing — again.” 
Sirius hushes you from where he was cuddling James on the other couch. “She’s supposed to sing, dove, it’s a musical.” 
“Well, yes,” You begin, and James groans into Sirius’s chest, “But they should just talk instead of singing all the time — Sandy’s got a lovely voice, though. I just don’t understand why Danny’s treating her like that! Truthfully, I don’t like any of Sandy’s new friends, other than Frenchy — she’s harmless. If I was Sandy I’d move on from Danny — but then again, that hair and those muscles, and his leather jacket! I can’t blame her.” 
Sirius glowers at you. “You like his leather jacket?” 
“His hair?” James exclaims in horror. 
Remus chuckles as he tucks you in his side, kissing your temple. “If I were you, dove, I’d be quiet and just watch the film.”
“Oh, no, no.” Sirius barely glances at the television as he pauses the film and stands up to point an accusatory finger at you. “Since when were you into leather jackets? Do you think those are cool? Since when? Jamie, should I get one? Let’s unpack this, right now. And his muscles, really?” 
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Play the film, Black, I want to see the end of their love story.” 
“I’m telling Euphemia on you!” 
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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.) 
“—and then we realized that we accidentally locked Hermione in with the troll.” Harry’s arms flail about as he shares some of his adventures with you — it had only been fair. He felt like a young boy again, entering Hogwarts for the first time as he watched you listen to him intently, gasping at tale of the vanishing glass and scolding him when he says he and Ron had decided to go searching for Hermione, and by extension, the troll. 
Your eyes grow wide. “A troll? In Hogwarts? They can’t have, not unless—”
“Someone let it in—I know!” Harry grins. “You’re not going to believe who let the troll in the castle.” 
You snap your fingers, “Malfoy, the older one. I know that lump’s got something to do with this. Can’t have been Snape or Quirrell.”
“Just you wait.” Harry’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “—and so, Professor McGonagall finds us, and can you believe it? She awards us for dumb luck! Then. . .” 
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(1979; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)
IT HAD COME AS A surprise when you volunteered to join the Order of the Phoenix. You wanted to scoff at their shocked faces — was it so surprising that you wanted to protect your family? They let Severus Snape join their ranks, and you’re fairly certain that you’re a better fighter and survivalist than him — not the better liar, however, he can have that one. The week before, you and the others had an argument that lasted for the whole day. They did not want you in harm’s way, and you would rather die than stay at home, waiting idly for them to return, when you could be out there alongside them. 
(“It’s not some game out there!” Remus runs through his hair in frustration — he had always been so careful to never raise his voice at you, but this one time, he needed you to back down. “Every time you step into a raid, there’s a possibility of you dying, don’t you understand that? And even if you survive — you’ll have blood on your hands, and it does not wash away no matter how many times you try, trust me, we know.” 
“So what?” You throw your hands up in the air, equally aggravated. “I just stay here like some. . . some pet waiting for their owners to come home?” 
“Yes!” Lily angrily replies. “That is the whole point of us joining the Order — so you get to live another day. So we all have a chance at this new world without a war. Let us protect you!”
You grind down on your jaw. “You have got another thing coming, if you think I’m not going to fight tooth and nail for my future.” 
James slams a fist onto the kitchen counter. “There are horrors out there you can’t even imagine. I-It’s worse than we thought. It’s our every nightmare come to life.” 
You raise your chin defiantly. “Then we face it together.”)
Each day, you survive, and each day the five of you return home — scarred and bruised, but safe within the arms of one another. When you collapse and crumble, it is only for the walls of your home to witness. 
Now a month into autumn, you are on your first task without Sirius, James, Lily or even Remus. Instead, you are assigned by Dumbledore to Knockturn Alley along with Peter Pettigrew and Gideon Prewett. How strange time was, years ago you’d never associate with the proud Gryffindors, and now you had to trust them to guard your back. Everyone had to grow up quickly during war, even pranksters. 
The alley was quiet — too quiet for your liking. You had been on alert since the moment you apparated into the area, wand at your ready. The back of your neck prickled with goosebumps as you kept an ear out for any sign of movement. 
Peter shivers and you glance at him — he’s become far too skinny, constantly shrinking into himself out of fear. And while you want to comfort him, you keep your eyes up ahead. Still, there's a nagging feeling that you can’t quite make out. It’s different from all the other times you’ve been asked to search and rescue. 
“Don’t you feel like there’s something wrong?” You ask Gideon, eyes snapping to the flock of crows flying overhead. 
“Dunno, kid,” Gideon says, nudging your shoulder with pressed lips. “Everything about this is freaking me out. The place is too empty.” 
“I get what you mean,” You reply, swallowing your own nervousness. Without waiting for the rest, you speed up your pace. “I’ll scout ahead, who knows what’s been here before us. I don’t want to risk any of our lives, so let’s be careful. Gideon, ward the area while I check for any cursed objects, last time you almost got your arm cut off by a newspaper of all things. And Peter, could you. . . Peter?” 
When you turn to check behind you, it all happens so fast. 
“Avada Kedavra!” 
You scream as Gideon’s deathly pale body falls to the floor. 
“No!” 
You aren’t given a moment to rush to his side — someone digs their wand in the side of your neck, and you stiffen in their hold. It’s not until they hiss in your ear that you recognize the voice. 
“Rosier.” You spit, biting down on your lip when he presses the tip of his wand further into your flesh. 
“Stupid witch,” He taunts, eyes dilating with vengeance. “Where are your lovers now?” 
“Jealous?” You claw at his arms, chest heaving up and down. “We don’t have room for one more, sorry.”
“Shut up!” He pushes you to the ground in blind rage, and that’s all the opening you need. 
“Expulso!” 
Each curse you send his way lands on his cloaked body, sending him staggering backwards. With ease, you deflect each spell he counters with. You’re winning, he is growing tired, and perhaps that is why you let your guard down. 
“Accio wand!” 
The magic fizzles out, and the spell dies on your lips. As you swivel your head to find out who’s stolen your wand, you expect to find another Death Eater — except it’s Peter. Just Peter Pettigrew, quivering in his boots with tears and snot dripping down his face, your wand in his free hand. You furrow your brows — it doesn’t make sense. 
“Peter?” You call out. 
“Crucio!” 
The curse finds its home in your body — and it sinks deep into your flesh, grinding your bones until you slump to the ground, wriggling as you draw blood from your lips, refusing to let them hear an ounce of your pain. Blood trickles down your nose as you hear Evan Rosier dancing around you in glee. You know this curse well; the sound of your father condemning you gleefully echo in your head. You crawl over to Gideon — hand desperately reaching for his shirt. 
“Crucio!” Rosier grabs you by the hair and howls with laughter. “Scream for me again—Crucio!” 
It’s as though someone had begun to rip you in half. Your bones shift and crack with every uttered curse. The veins in your eyes have popped and through bloody vision, you see Peter cowering away from you.
“You—fucking—traitor,” You gurgle, throat welling up with blood that’s risen from your stomach. “They’ll—never—forgive you—never.” 
“Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! Come on, witch — SCREAM! Look at her go, Pettigrew, crawling like some pathetic worm.” 
You lay in your owl pool of blood, wearing a body that is marred and lacerated. But you see something in Gideon’s hand. I’m sorry, you want to tell him. I’ll get you home to Molly, you promise, please lend me your magic this once. With every last bit of your strength, just as Rosier directs another curse at you — one you know you won’t survive — you snatch the wand from Gideon’s hand and tear the last of your magic from your throat. 
“Defodio!” 
You wait with a bated breath as silence fills the alley; lucky to have remembered Professor Flitwick’s quick remark as to how the slight difference in pronouncing a charm could alter its effect. Rosier stands on shaky legs, a stream of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. You watch as he looks down to his chest, where a gaping hole now lies instead of where his ribcage and heart should be. As Gideon had done before him, Evan Rosier crashes to the ground. 
That just leaves one more problem. 
Peter scurries to your side the moment Rosier can hurt him no longer. “I-I’m sorry—I’m sorry. I had to. . . T–They killed my mum, they killed M–Mary, and t–they said I would die too if I d–didn’t do this. I’m sorry. Y–Your father was there, too. He said he would take you in, let you l–live if you joined us. W–We can live, t–there’s still a chance for us to survive.” 
Your fingers are bent at unsightly angles, the remnants of the Torture Curse still flowing through your veins, but your face contorts in anger as you let your hand curl around his neck. He sobs louder, and though your grip is weakening — you make sure he looks into your eyes, that he feels your touch.
“I’d rather—die.” You say through gritted teeth, nails drawing blood from his grimy skin. “You’ll die too—you’ll feel my blood on your skin—everywhere you go, Peter.” 
Peter shakes his head, now clumsily pushing his wand down to the center of your chest. “Y–You were the only o–one who d–didn’t laugh at me. N–Not like the others.” 
“When they find out—you’re dead, Pettigrew.” You laugh darkly as more blood exits your body through your lips. “There’s nowhere you can hide—you’re a dead man.” 
“P-Please die,” Peter cries out, each killing spell coming out as a garbled whisper. “Please die,  s–so I can live. I c–can’t fight anymore, I’m tired.” 
Your vision goes a hazy shade of white, Peter’s silhouette fading away to the familiar scenery of your cottage in Godric’s Hollow. 
Oh.
Dying is less painful than you had expected it to be. It’s like coming home after a day’s work. 
You just wanted to rest now. 
The world caves in on you, and you barely hear Peter’s next words. 
“Avada Kedavra.” 
(It’s past midnight when Peter Pettigrew arrives at Grimmauld Place, where it’s been altered to host the members of the Order, Lily sobs in relief and gathers him in her arms. 
You’ll feel my blood on your skin.
You’re a dead man. 
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. 
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re home safe — welcome home — thank the Gods you’re alive,” Lily blabbers through her tears, checking his face for any major injuries. “Merlin, what happened? There’s too much blood on you. It’s on your shirt and your face.” 
“It’s not mine,” says Peter hoarsely. 
Sirius’s gaze darkens, arms crossed over his jacket as he leaned against the wall. “Where is she?” 
Lily nods, standing on her tiptoes to search for any sign of you. “Peter? I–Is she alright? Has something happened to her?” 
Peter stays silent for a moment too long, and he finds himself slammed against the wall behind him, Sirius snarling in his face as he seizes the front of Peter’s soiled shirt. “Where the fuck is she, Pettigrew?” 
Peter begins to weep. “I–It was an ambush. None of us saw it coming. Gideon r–ran. She was taking on two Death-Eaters at once and I–I was too far away.” 
Lily collapses to the ground with a heart-wrenching scream.
Sirius growls as he drives his fist to the wall, inches away from Peter’s face. “Where is her body?” 
“It was a disintegration spell.” With Severus Snape — brought to the Malfoy Manor to be made as an example of what happens to blood-traitors. 
James pushes Sirius out of the way and grabs a hold of Peter, knocking his head against the concrete. “It should have been you—” James snaps at Peter. “If it came down to you or her—you should have saved her!” 
“W-What?” Peter stammers, eyes wide. “She chose to save m–me.” 
James sneers at him. “You should have just died.”)
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(1996; CURRENTLY, IN THE PRESENT.) 
ST. JEROME’S GRAVEYARD had exactly one visitor. Remus Lupin sits in between James and Lily’s graves, a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand — four empty at his side. He must be going crazy. There’s no funeral for Sirius as there’s no body to actually bury, Harry is presumed missing after an attack in Diagon Alley, and your name stares back at him mockingly. He tries not to dwell on your passing — there have been too many holes, too many details left unsaid; and he knows just the rat who has all the answers. Unfortunately, Wormtail won’t come out of whatever hole he’s crawled into. Either him, or Severus. 
He sighs, rubbing the temples of his head to ease the growing pains. 
You are the first to be buried of the five. Like Sirius, there had been no recovered body to lay to rest, but they asked for a compromise instead. Your name is engraved under Euphemia’s in her tombstone, and Remus figures it’s the fitting place to leave you be — with your mother, welcoming you home with open arms. He hopes you’re at peace, wherever you are. (Because, honestly, at this point, he might just fucking follow you.) 
Remus takes another swig of his alcohol, laughing bitterly to himself. He glances at James’s headstone and raises his bottle to him. “Not even in death, huh?”
He downs the last of the drink, rising to his tremulous legs. Remus gathers the flower bouquets he had bought earlier this morning; lilies-of-the-valley for Lily, white carnations for Euphemia, forget-me-nots for you, and for James — Remus leaves a moving photograph of him and Sirius; it’s a snapshot taken by Lily during the wedding as James dips his head low to kiss Sirius. Remus thinks it’s a wonderful memory to remember them by. 
“Take care of them for me, Jamie.”
And that is all the goodbyes Remus has the strength for. 
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end note. i think i was crying the whole time i was writing this part, LMAO. i should be able to wrap things up in the next one. important!! there is actually a scene i was hesitant to include, but i ended up writing anyway. it's the whole part where allegra greengrass breaks down, and it was difficult for me to decide because i knew the implications; that i had a strong underlying message in that part, and i don't want it to be misconstrued or anything. pls pls tell me if it comes off as offensive, i definitely don't want to hurt anyone. nevertheless, thank you again so so so much for reading!! if you spot a plot hole, no you didnt!! i hope the time-jumps weren't too confusing! again, thank you so so much for reading!!
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Hi, hi!
*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose 🥰💛
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"no ordinary girl."🧜‍♀️
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what if... you, pandora and lily had a huge secret that none of you could share?
pairings; platonic!pandora and lily x reader, eventual reader x remus
warnings; fem!reader, mermaid!pandora-mermaid!lily-mermaid!reader, h20 just add water vibez, ravenclaw!reader
part 1-idk??
word count: 1.5k
not edited or proofread
episode one; metamorphosis
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FEW could describe anyone at Hogwarts "ordinary". You were no acception. But you might've been less ordinary- scratch that, you were less ordinary. Perhaps it was the way you ran from water like it was going to kill you. or the way you grew a fish-like tail whenever you made contact with water. either way- you were certainly different, and so were Pandora and Lily.
You girls had been out exploring one night around The Black Lake and the forest area that had surrounded it. You remembered Pandora falling into a small divit in the ground and sliding through to a passage, just before You and Lily followed behind her.
The small passage led you to a large circular pool- not a swimming pool- rock pool.
"Are we sure there's no way out?" Lily asked, "The only way out is to swim, Y/N. Unless, you wanna be stuck here forever." You snarked, slowly stepping into the pool of water. Pandora followed in shortly after. "Come on, Lily. It'll be okay, I promise." Pandora was a very calm and serene person, so it was easy to trust her judgment. Lily stepped in carefully with the help of Pandoras hand.
"Okay, it seems like theres an underwater passage up to the surface of the lake-" You started, before being cut off by the sounds of rippling water and bubbles. You all collectively looked up to see the full moon shining through the circular hole at the top of the cave you were in.
"We should get out of here..." Lily stated. "I'm sensing these... weird vibrations..." Pandora gently splashed around the water, and all you could do was nod, (even though you didn't really understand what she was saying). "Remus is probably having his transformation right about now, if we want to get back to the castle without anyone seeing us we need to go now." You responded, diving under the water once the bubbling had stopped and swimming through the small passageway, letting yourself float up to the surface, the other two followed suit.
You gasped for air as you sprung out of the water, your legs kicking helplessly under you to stay afloat.
"Follow me!" You whisper-yelled, not wanting Filch or even Hagrid to hear you. You swam to a exit out of the lake, pushing yourself up to the grass with your arms. "We made it-!" Said a breathless Lily. "Let's hurry. We have the furthest away common room, Y/n." Pandora reasoned.
You both had dropped Lily off at her common room, before making your way to yours.
and that was the night that changed the rest of your lives, possibly forever.
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Now, it had been two weeks since that night.
You, Pandora, and Lily had been adjusting... adjusting. But it became harder every single time you touched water, even when it rained you had to stay inside, and watch out for the Marauders and their pranks.
"This is torture! All the sixth years are going go to The Black Lake this Saturday to swim, and we'll look like the priss' who don't want to get wet." Poor Lily paced around the dorm until she flopped onto your bed, laying her head in your lap as you stroked her hair calmingly.
"It's okay, Lils. I'm sure nobody would think that, besides. I'm sure there will be other girls out of the water." You reasoned, attempting to calm her. "James will be there, that's her concern." Pandora didn't even look up from her book, while Lily blushed up like a rose. "I-! N-no! That is NOT it." It was difficult for you to contain your giggles as Pandora joined you.
"I say we go, but be extra careful." You state, quite sure of yourself. "Is there some sort of potion we could make? maybe it would stop the transformation-" Lily started. "If this is your silly attempt at getting James to look at you in a bikini its not going to work."
"that isnt what this is about!!"
"you are so very convincing."
"Shut up, Y/N!"
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As Saturday rolled around, Lily was practically bouncing off the walls- from anxiety and excitement. Lily was absolutely stunning, with her firey red hair and almost sagey green eyes. Her thinking James wouldn't be impressed with her (The boy had been obsessed with her for the past five years) was one of the worlds most biggest mysteries.
Pandora was beautiful, too. with her almost platinum blonde hair, yet it still had warmer tones hidden within, and her light green eyes. You were curious why nobody had pursued her yet.
Lots of nervous vibrations were coming off of Lily according to Pandora. James was one of her good friends (through trial and error on his part), and she really did like him.
"As long as we stray clear from the water it'll be perfectly fine!" Lily tried to make it sound like she was hyping us up- but really she was hyping herself up.
You were sure it’d be fine, as long as you all stayed safe.
merlin were you wrong.
“Stray clear from the water, huh?” You scoffed, crouching down to Lily’s level.
“I didn’t know people would splash us.” Lily shrugged, struggling with her tail.
“Lily?” someone called out, definitely not Pandora, and you were right next to her.
“Sh!t!” Lily whisper-yelled.
“Don’t worry, i’ll handle it.”
You stood up and walked to the source of the yells, James Potter.
“Y/N! have you seen Lily? she got splashed then ran off this way-“
“She’s fine.” You cut off.
“… o..kay? what happened?” He asked, blinking a few times
“nothing.” You attempted to say nonchalantly.
“I know Lily, she would’ve have ran off for nothing.” He tried to pass you, but you blocked him again.
“She’s changing, James.” You blurted out.
“and…?”
“Don’t be a pervert! go! i’ll bring her back to you when she’s done.” You totally felt like puking at his words.
“fine-fine! okay!” He ran back to the lake, as you heard a sigh from Lily.
“She’s changing? really?” Lily giggled, “Sorry, I just saved your ass.” You snarked.
Lily took a while to dry off, the mossy ground of the forest was dense and moist.
Once she was dry you both took the short journey back to the lake, most sixth years had gone back since the sun was setting, but it spread a gorgeous golden light over the lake.
"What took you so long?!" Pandora stood up infront of us. "Sunsets, Panda, Sunsets." Lily sighed, that was your codeword for "someone touched water.
"ohh..." Pandora tilted her head back slightly, and then she sat down. James looked casually confused at the length of which you two were gone, but you had hoped it wouldn't continue to bug him.
"Oi! Y/N." a mocking tone called out from further down the lake, one you could only recognize as Sirius Black. "The water is great, you could get in it." He chuckled, "Thanks for the offer, but im fine." You really did believe for a moment that you had brushed him off successfully, but of course... "Come onnnn. It'll be fun!" Sirius pursuaded, "i've already said no!" You rolled your eyes at his silly attempts, which were about to not be silly anymore. "Just a little dip!" James yelled jokingly. "she said no, you idiots!" Lily fought, until Sirius scooped you up and tossed you in, before promptly running off with James, Lily and Pandora attempting to keep them away while ultimately forgetting Remus was there.
Remus stood up in a hurry to try to help you, rushing towards the waters edge as the same sparkly bubbles surrounded your legs in the water.
"w-what's happening?' Remus inquired, peering at the water confusedly. "Remus... don't freak out..." You shook your head anxiously, as your tail appeared. it was a sunset-y orange tail with scales and a large fluke.
"I-I..." Remus covered his mouth with a shaky hand. "You have to help me get out of here, Remus..." You pleaded with a gentle, yet anxious tone. "B-But... how is that even...?" He struggled.
"I just need you to tug me out, please!" You held your hand out to him, and he hesitantly grabbed your hand and pulled you out. "H-Have you always been... like... this?" He stuttered. "Its recent, i'll tell you everything later-"
"Y/N!" Pandora ran over, "Remus..." She stuttered out. "W-we can explain-"
"He knows, Panda." Lily nodded.
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After you girls explained to him what had happened, you could tell he was bewildered. "You cant tell anyone, not even James and Sirius." Lily stated. "if you guys aren't careful enough they will find out on their own, you know." He responded, you three nodded and thanked him before leaving to your dorms.
Remus had one thing to say about today.
"cool."
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calliopesdiary · 3 months
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sobbing.
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Teeny tiny🤲
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thanks dearest!! 🪸🐚
last song: pl4yg1rl by Lolo Zouaï
favorite color: sage green & baby pink
last show/film: Free Guy!!
sweet/savory/spicy: it changes on the daily lol
relationship status: happily fictionally married to James Potter! siriusly no i ghost guys on snapchat im a horrible person bc i only like this one guy but he doesn’t know what he wants lol
last thing i googled: south america flash cards 👍
current obsession(s): marauders (duh), pjo, luke castellan (yes i read the books no i do not care), noah kahan, wonka, mermaids!!
last book: currently on my re-read atyd, ik im basically signing myself back up for two month long depression remembering that these cinnamon rolls aren’t real
looking forward to: i’ve got a dance competition coming up!!
🪼tagging (no pressure): @remussbitch @keerysfreckles 🏄‍♀️🫶
people i want to get to know better!
thank you for the tag @foursaints ♥️ this got so long winded so fast oops. i’m known for a lot of things but conciseness ain’t one of them 😬
last song: sun bleached flies by ethel cain (i’m having A Day for sure)
favourite color: green! specifically like an earthy sage kind of green. fav color was yellow for no less than 20 years, but it’s changed recently! wild!
last film/show: babs and i rewatched bee and puppycat last night which is always a fav
sweet/savory/spicy: this one is hard. i’m notorious for my sweet tooth, but also my obsession with salty snacks…. even still i’m gonna have to go with spicy. this is the south if it don’t have tabasco on it i don’t want it
relationship status: i’m married! which is wild but i’m certainly not complaining. babs is the love of my life, and i’m so incredibly lucky to have them
last thing i googled: in all honesty? resources to help with filing for a restraining order…. fun! but to lighten the mood a bit, my search immediately before that was crochet possum coaster pattern!
current obsession: i have a lot. i’m autistic and incapable of being normal. at the moment the biggest ones are my beloved barty crouch jr, jegulus as always, thrifted whismigoth-esque decor, and philosophy books!
last book: i’m the insane person that reads multiple books at once, but i believe the last one i finished was adult children of emotionally immature parents. it was either that or another re read of wayward son by my beloved rainbow rowell
looking forwards to: moving in only nine days!!! we’ve already packed most of our stuff, and the landlord let us move some of our stuff in early. i’ll finally be back out in the country (where i belong!) and i won’t be stuck in this hellhole living situation anymore! the house is super cute, it’s on a ton of land, and the property owner we’re renting from is genuinely one of the kindest people i’ve met. i may or may not be selling my blood to make this happen sooner but it’s worth it
no pressure tags! @214lilacsky @spacexcowgirl @lady-stardust-incarnate @kat-xox @squintclover @ninety-two-bees @thebibutterflyao3 and any other lovely mutuals seeing this! tumblr is being weird and making it impossible to see everyone so take this as an open invite bc i’m trying to tag all y’all 😩
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calliopesdiary · 3 months
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SEAWEED BRAIN AND WISE GIRL?????????
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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗
love this!!
ps. ur name is my fav ever 🫶
1. i can see you -taylor swift
2. cardigan -taylor swift
3. ballad of a homeschooled girl -olivia rodrigo
4.willow (lonely witch version -taylor swift
5. stick season -noah kahan
can u tell i’m basic and a swiftie?
-calliope 🪩
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Fallin’ for Ya (pt 2!)
sirius black x danceteacher!reader
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summary; romance blossoms between you and (whom you would never admit) your favorite student's brother (he has custody over her) after she tells you all about what he tells her Uncle Remmy.
warnings; sirius black has an adorable little sister, reader is a dance teacher, shy sirius black, romance
a/n; i’ve been so busy and totally procrastinating this story so it’s so short but the date will be so worth it
read part one here!!
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“she cannot go around telling her teacher that, Rem. it’s embarassing.” Sirius stated simply, pacing around his room in a quiet panic. “for you, it’s amusing to me.” Remus chuckled, sipping on his tea lightly and watching Sirius’ face turn to a frown.
“i can’t take her to class anymore.” Sirius opened his phone and started to type up a message. “Stop, maybe she likes you back—“ Remus started. “you aren’t about to tell me that,” Sirius scoffed, slamming his phone on the table beside him. “i’ll take her to class, you’ll be okay.” Remus patted his back reassuringly.
The next days in classes were a doozy. Luna rushed around and told you everything about her brothers obsession with you. that he made someone named Lily hunt down your instagram and wanted your snapchat. that he really liked what perfume you wore. that he loved how your nails were nearly always different every time he saw you.
“Mrs. Y/n?” Luna ran up to you with a giant smile on her face.
“Yes, Luna?” You responded, cleansing your hands with some hand sanitizer. “My brother is here to pick me up!!” She jumped, twirling around. “Fun, what are you excited for?” You chuckled, meeting his eyes across the classroom. “He wants to ask you out~” She taunted. “I’m so sorry she is out of her mind—“ He got cut off by your pretty face, how gorgeous it was shut him up. “It’s fine, she’s adorable, you know.” You smiled sweetly. “W-well… I kinda do think you’re—“ Sirius started, “And he wants to ask you out and marry you!” Luna finished. “does he?” You asked teasingly, looking at a flushed Sirius. “E-Erm.. I wouldn’t be opposed?” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m off Thursday.” You shrugged, scribbling down your number onto a sticky note and handing it to him. “Coffee?” He asked. “Absolutely, i need it after dealing with these kids.” He laughed at your joke. “See you then, love.” He picked Luna up and carried her out of the classroom.
“so pretty…” you thought.
PART THREE SOONER THEN PART TWO CAME!!
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