#Remus realizes he may have lost Sirius in a way he can never recover

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Living Nightmares

There weren't many things Sirius expected to happen to him on a late Tuesday afternoon behind the walls of his childhood house, but finally losing his mind was not one of them.

He knew, logically, that he couldn't have gotten away from Azkaban without leaving behind bits of his sanity. For all the years he spent in that hellhole, Sirius is one of the lucky ones to have his psychotic break happen months after his escape.

He sighs, raising his bottle in a mockery of a toss at the image of his dead brother that just stumbled out of Regulus' old room, looking like no day has passed since his death.

It figures his mind chooses his little brother to torment him.

It must be because he came back to Grimmauld. Otherwise, Sirius thinks he needs to see Regulus. They hadn't been close towards the end even if regrets still eat at him from time to time.

"Who are you?" His brother sounds young. Then again, Sirius supposed Regulus never had the chance to have sound any other way.

Sirius tilts his head back, taking a long swing of the bottle. The liquor burns on its way down. A terrible side effect of forced sobriety that being locked up brought. Everything burns on the way down nowadays.

His brother comes closer, frowning heavily at him. "What are you doing here?"

Sirius ignores him, taking another long sip of his bottle. He misses his mouth, and the alcohol drips down his chin, splashing on his shirt collar. He swears, knowing the moment Molly sees- or instead smells him- she'll throw another long rant about how Sirius is unfit to care for Harry.

"Are you a Black?" Regulus asks, falling to a knee and squinting at him.

Sirius laughs, finding his hallucination asking such a stupid question he doesn't know what else to do. He laughs so hard his sides ache, his whole body shakes, and Sirius drops his bottle, not caring that it rolls away, spilling everything as it does.

Then his laughter breaks into pathetic sobs as he rocks back and forth when he sees his brother's alarmed face.

Regulus opens, then closes his mouth until he finally whispers enduring sounds. He was too gentle, always too gentle, but never strong enough to stand up for himself and leave this miserable place. "Is there someone I can call for you?"

"You're not real." Sirius manages to gasp.

"I beg your pardon?" Regulus asks.

"You're not real. I see things. You're one of them." Sirius tells his brother, fumbling blindly on the carpet for his bottle, wanting his mind too numb enough that Regulus will disappear. He wonders why he thought getting drunk in the hallway outside his brother's room was a good idea in the first place.

Of course, the floor here is the comfortest, but it's not worth it anymore. Sirius supposes he'll have to fund a new haunt.

"I can assure you I am real." The Hallucination says, which makes Sirius snort wetly.

"You are not."

"Uncle, I am not sure what has happened, but I can help if you allow me to," Regulus says, reaching down for his arm and helping him to his feet. Sirius laughs again, leaning heavily onto him.

"I'm your uncle now?"

"You are obviously a Black. I assume you are Uncle Marius or related to him." Regulus leads him down the hallway, careful to ensure Sirius doesn't slam against the walls with all his stumbling. He can appreciate that.

"Marius was a squib." Sirius tells him, blinking his eyes to get the shapes to stay still. "The Ancient and Noble House of Black doesn't want any squibs in it."

"I'm the head of the house now. I decide what the House of Black will and will not accept. You are a Black, magic or no magic. " Regulus calmly replies. Before Sirius can tell the hallucination, it's making a terrible impression of Regulus with its strangely accepting views; they round the corner and come across Remus.

Most likely, his ex-lover was sent to look for him. The others can't bring themselves to look Sirius in the eye after seeing what he's become. They are a bunch of cowards, but at least the Order is smart enough to not sent Harry for him.

He isn't sure he could handle his godson seeing him like this. This pathetic state of a man who could never correctly care for him.

"Who are you!?" Remus snares, pointing his wand at Regulus, who only blinks at him. Sirius swallows around the lump in his throat now knowing they haven't sent anyone for him at all.

If Remus can see Regulus, this isn't Remus, either. Just another hallucination his treachours mind came up with. Maybe one that still loves him.

He lost his mind, so he blurts nonsense, encouraged by the alcohol cursing through his veins.

"Darling, look who I found. It's little Regulus! We can raise him as our son and ensure he marries someone who loves him the same way we love each other! We can be a big happy family! " He tells Remus, heartbreaking at how those hazel eyes flicker to him in barely concealed alarm. "A big happy family where nothing went wrong! You, me, and a child. A house on a grass hill. We grew old together, and no one died! No one died, and we're all so happy together!"

He's crying, but Sirius can't stop talking, describing their imaginary child, their house, and the wonderful past twelve years that he wishes so hard weren't made up. Remus looks frozen in horror, his eyes filling with tears, but it doesn't matter if he's sad.

Remus isn't real. None of this is. Sirius is probably still sitting outside of Regulus' room drinking himself into a grave. Or worse, he's still at Azkaban talking to the stone bricks of his cell.

Regulus makes a slight noise of pain. "I see now what has happened, Uncle."

He turns to Remus, speaking in a soft low voice. "I'm sorry for the loss of your child, sir. Would you help me move your husband to one of our guest rooms? I believe he needs to lie down."

Remus responds by shooting a hex at Regulus, who can only yelp before he drops to the ground like a bag of bricks. Sirius falls with him, still mumbling about their garden- it has a Quidditch Pitch in the backyard so they can play when James comes over-, and Remus stares down at them, chest heaving with gasping breaths.

Then Remus is screaming. No words, just terrible sounds of agony, the likes of which sound close to his wolf, tearing his skin apart. Sirius finally stops talking, watching his Remus Hallucination fall apart in front of him.

Harry and all his friends come running down the hallway shouting Sirius' name, but he can't really hear them. He's too busy trying to stay awake when Remus shoots him with a sleeping spell.

It's a small mercy.

Now Sirius doesn't have to deal with the fact he was seeing such terrible things for the past ten minutes. Hopefully, when he wakes, all he'll have is a terrible headache and not be back in his cell.

He doesn't think he'll survive if his escape is just one big Hallucination.

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Hello there. Can I request a lupin x reader where lupin is flirting with the reader but the reader flirts back making him flustered? Thank you for your time

Of course, love! Enjoy!

(Below the cut) :)

Flirtatious Encounters

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Remus Lupin x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,666

“That color really brings out your eyes.”

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You were all the talk around Hogwarts for the last several weeks. You were the topic of all the curious chatter amongst students and professors alike. Your arrival was highly anticipated, and looked forward to. You were filling in for Professor Sprout for the next few months who was recovering from an ankle injury. She had simply tripped and sprained her ankle while working out in the greenhouse, and Pomfrey found it best for her to lay low for a few weeks.

Pomona Sprout wasn’t one to assign her duties to just anyone. She was head of the Hufflepuffs and Herbology, both of which she took very seriously. Headmaster Dumbledore had given her the liberty of choosing herself a substitute, which is why she was so keen on choosing someone who was highly competent.

Pomona had been a family friend for years, and always adored the way you were so passionate for Herbology. She had thoroughly enjoyed your time at Hogwarts, and would even admit she shed many tears after your graduation. It was a no brainer to ask you to take over her job for a while. Within a week, you were prepared and ready to go.  Pomona had told you what to expect while you were there.

You had been quite the star in your years at Hogwarts, you had definitely made a name for yourself and were still talked about to this day.

So she told you that the current students would be stoked to see you in person and ask you questions about your glory days at Hogwarts. She told you to feel free to use any of the professor amenities and take advantage of your time there. For all you knew, you might be offered a job by the end of it. You were a little nervous at first, but after the first day, you knew it was going to be a blast.

Students of all ages and Houses crowded you the moment you entered the castle, throwing out questions and praises all over the place. You tried your hardest to answer each of them as best you could, happily overwhelmed at their excitement. Dumbledore shooed them away, assuring them that’d they’d have plenty of time to ask their burning questions.

Dinnertime was probably your favorite time of your first day. It felt so strange to sit at the professor’s table that you had looked at for so many years. It felt even weirder to be sitting with professors that were now your peers rather than authority figures. You remembered each of them vividly and their classes.

You remembered Charms with Flitwick and the first time you learned a spell. You recalled Potions with Snape and how you never dared to break eye contact when he was speaking. You laughed at the memory of Transfiguration with McGonagall and how you accidentally turned your best friend into a slug one time. You had many fond memories of all the professors at the table.

All except for one.

There was one unfamiliar face that you couldn’t seem to identify. He had reddish-brown hair, a few scars on his face, as well as light facial hair. He looked fairly young in comparison to the other Hogwarts’ instructors, and based on the way Professor Snape had glared at him when he walked in, you were sure he was a Gryffindor. He was seated to your immediate right, and had offered you a kind smile when you arrived.

“You must be [Y/N].” Lupin said, extending his hand.

You took his hand to shake it, smiling back at him.

“I am. However, I’m afraid I don’t know you.” You said, thinking you had never seen him before.

He brushed it off with a light laugh. He wasn’t surprised that you didn’t remember him.

“I wasn’t a professor during your time here,” He replied with a certain glow on his cheeks; “Remus Lupin.” He introduced.

You felt relief. That would’ve been embarrassing if you had forgotten a professor. It hadn’t been THAT long since you had been through Hogwarts. Despite the fact that he didn’t look familiar, the name rang a bell.

“Lupin...oh!” You said, suddenly remembering how you knew him; “You graduated two years ahead of me. You were friends with James Potter and Sirius Black! There was a third one with you guys too..Peter something.”

Remus snorted at that. Peter was always the odd man out.

“Pettigrew.” Remus corrected.

You sighed in realization.

“Right. I suppose it’s been longer since I’ve been here than I thought.” You said, feeling a little embarrassed that you didn’t automatically recognize him; “Are you teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

He nodded.

Everyone knew Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew, and Black during their time here. It was a shame what had happened to James Potter and his wife. You had spotted their son earlier that day. Harry was exactly what you expected through stories you had heard.

He was a spitting image of James and he had Lily’s eyes.

You wondered what Pettigrew and Black were up to these days, but Remus moved on before you could ask.

“Our paths never quite crossed. It’s a shame. I would’ve loved to have known you better back then.” He said, taking his goblet into his hand.

You felt a heat creep over your cheeks. It was true. You were your own version of popular and you were always so busy that you never quite had the opportunity to hang out with Remus and his friends. You always had a feeling that you’d fit in well though.

One thing was for sure, Remus was still just as handsome as he was then.

“Well, consider this making up for lost time.” You responded, reaching for your own cup.

He raised a brow with an amused grin. He spoke clearly before clinking his cup against yours.

“For lost time.”

After that, a friendship began to blossom between you and Remus Lupin. You would visit him in his office after classes or stop to chat when you passed in the halls. He quickly realized why you were just so popular when you were a student there.

You were such a joy to talk to.

“Good morning, [Y/N].” Remus said, entering Professor Sprout’s (which for the time being was yours) office.

You looked up from your course schedule, smiling as he entered.

“Hi, Remus. Here so early?” You glanced at the clock, noting that it wasn’t even 8:00 AM yet.

“I’ve always been an early riser.” He stated. He motioned towards the seat in front of the desk; “May I?”

“Of course, of course.” You granted.

He took a seat and you set your class planning aside for now. You’d much rather speak with him.

“How are your classes going this week?” You queried.

Remus grinned at that.

“As well as they could I guess,” He said; “The kids are still ecstatic about your presence here. It’s hard to get them to focus on much else.”

You sheepishly laughed. You didn’t mind, but you had been bombarded with students over the last few weeks.

“I didn’t know I had made such a lasting impact.” You admitted.

He agreed that you definitely had. You were strikingly beautiful, he could barely keep his gaze off of you. Even if you hadn’t been close during your time at Hogwarts, he had always had a bit of a crush on you. Now you were here and he still found himself giddy with glee that he was talking to you.

It was so strange how life often came full circle.

“That color really brings out your eyes.” He complimented.

You looked down at the sweater you were wearing. You had thought nothing of it when you had gotten dressed earlier.

“Does it?”

“Mmhm. Positively stunning.” He graced.

You felt yet another burn in your face. Had he always been this charming?

“Thank you, Remus. I appreciate it.” You smiled bashfully.

He looked around Sprout’s office. There were plants of all kinds on every wall, which wasn’t surprising in the least.

“So, tell me. How did such a gorgeous woman end up teaching at Hogwarts?” He wondered.

You cocked your head to the side at his confidence and how smoothly he had said it. You thought for a second. Was he flirting with you? Remus Lupin, one of the Gryffindor House’s most infamous members, hitting on you? You were flattered, but two could play at that game.

“I could ask you the same. I was surprised that The Marauders’ very own boy toy ended up here again.” You returned with a sly smirk.

Remus’ face went bright red. His heartbeat quickened and he found himself nervous. He didn’t expect you to come back like that.

“I, uh...well, not me certainly. Sirius was always much more...flirtatious than I am.” He said fiddling with his hands.

You raised a brow, knowingness clear in your expression.

“Is that so? That’s odd. I always thought you were the best looking of the four.” You said rather seductively.

Remus let out a bashful laugh. His face was so hot now that he was sure he was sweating.

“Ah, well, you’re very kind. I-I’m not so sure. Harry always- I mean, James always drew much more attention than Peter and me.” He confessed.

“Really? That’s surprising.” You added.

Remus paused and let out more of a giggle now, like an awkward teen trying to ask his admirers to the Yule Ball. He stood from his chair.

“You’re lovely- ah, it’s been lovely talking to you, [Y/N], as always,” He said going to leave; “I hope to see you at dinner later.”

“Yes, I’ll see you.” You said, holding back a round of laughter.

Remus basically ran out, humiliated, yet entertained at how he choked. He didn’t expect you to be so forward. But he knew he liked it. As much as he adored Professor Sprout;

He hoped she wasn’t coming back anytime soon

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Dating Remus Lupin Would Consist of...

Dating Remus Lupin Would Consist of...

Remus is an observant fellow. He happened to see you in the garden of Hogwarts, sitting with your friends. 

He was so unbelievably tired that day, the first day back from “visiting his mother,” that he nearly blinked and lost you. But then he heard your laugh.

Your laugh soon became the sound he cherished most in the world. You did not giggle childishly like the other girls, but instead you squeezed your eyes shut and chimed in laughter.

He couldn’t help but note how wonderful you looked. You wore comfortable clothing, trousers and a sweater to battle the Autumn wind, but you were captivating.

From then on, Remus Lupin had a huge crush.

He had heard your name from one of your friends who absentmindedly mentioned you during Transfigurations.

He would never admit this, but Remus would whisper your name to himself in the bathroom, enjoying how it rolled off his tongue. 

Remus Lupin was good at keeping secrets. He had fooled the entirety of Hogwarts into thinking he was merely visiting his sick parent, but there were three boys he absolutely could not fool.

At first, he tried to hide it, but one morning Peter caught him staring a little too long in your direction.

“What you lookin’ at that’s got you all slack-jawed.” Peter leaned to poke Remus on the skin of his cheek.

Remus would stammer back and quickly look down at his fingers which tightly held a mug of coffee.

Sirius pushed his head so it was directly next to Remus’, cheek to cheek. 

“I don’t see what you are so preciously gazing at,” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows, “Guide me so I may see what has caught our Moony’s attention.”

Remus could help himself and he would practically want to die when James poked his head up.

James Potter was a tall fellow, nearly taller than Sirius and much taller than Remus, so when he stuck out like a sore thumb when he searched the Great Hall.

“Oh-” James whistled before sitting down smugly. He leaned back, putting the back of his head into his hands. “Moons, I see,”

“What!” Sirius whined, desperate to see. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Remus cursed, burrowing his head into his arms.

“Oi, come on, that’s not nice,” Sirius rolled his eyes. James reached his long arm, stretching and grabbing Sirius’ chin to guide his eyes into place. “Well, in Merlin’s sagging balls, Moony’s got a crush!” Sirius yelled after his embarrassing staring.

“Nice one, that is,” Peter agreed, “Talked to her once in Muggle Studies.” “And, her tits look amazing.” James popped up making Remus furiously glare at him. 

If looks could kill, James would likely be dead.

“Prong, come on, mate,” Sirius shook his head, his voice disappointed, “We don’t talk about the ladies here like that, you know that.”

James slumped down, pouting and sheepish, “Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to Remus,” Sirius instructed, pointing at Remus whose cheeks and ears had gone bright red.

“Sorry Moons.” Remus narrowed his eyes at him, deciding he’d forgive him after Charms when he’d really start to feel bad.

“Don’t be mad, Rem,” Sirius sighed, “You know James, he’s an only child, you know only children always end up odd in the head.”

“You know what Padfoot,” Remus rolled his eyes, “That would’ve been sweet if you had not forgotten that I am also an only child.”

Sirius’ mouth fell agape before quickly recovering, “Shut up about the specifics. Let’s talk about the fittest bird over there.”

“How come he can say fittest bird but I can’t say-” James began to argue but quickly stopped his protest once realizing how terribly wrong he was.

“Should ask her out,” Peter smiled toothily, “Give her the Moon Special.”

Remus would look at him in disbelief before shaking his head, “Truly think about what you’ve just said.”

Peter thought quickly before slowly nodding in understanding “I see, when I saw Moon Special it makes it sound like-”

“Pete, my love, be quiet.” Sirius shushed, placing his finger on Peter’s lips dramatically.

“Oh merlin,” Peter would gag, “You need to wash your hands after putting in hair gel.”

From then on, it was incessant teasing.

Remus would flush angrily whenever the boys would crack a joke, even going so far to throw all of Sirius’ pillows onfire. 

And still, whenever he could without the boys noticing, he’d admire you. 

Little did he know, you were also equally, if not more affected by a certain Lycanthrope. 

Remus thanked the souls of heaven and hell when you were paired together for Potions.

He could’ve thrown Peter out of a window and James right next to him for the googly eyes they made when you were turned.

Remus would stutter, something he hadn’t done since he was six, as he spoke to you.

But you were patient and kind, even cracking jokes and sharing notes.

It took a lot of convincing and even threatening for Remus to even try to ask you out.

But because you were equally nervous about him, you thought he was asking you to study outside of class. 

Remus was more than confused when he saw you with heavy textbooks in your arms, but decided to “go with the flow” as James put it.

The two of you sat together, whispering and laughing as quietly as you could.

When night drew to a close, Remus was most surprised when you said, “I really enjoyed studying with you, Remus, but I was wondering if next time... we could maybe...” you smiled shyly, “Go on a date? Maybe?”

Remus’ jaw dropped and he couldn’t think of anything else to say but, “I thought this was a date.”

That was the first time of many that Remus made you laugh so hard you dropped your books. 

When you began dating, Remus was nervous ALL THE TIME.

Any time he thought about you, he’d get so nervous he’d almost begin sweating and his heart would beat so fast he thought he’d have to go to the infirmary.

You were more open and easier to bring out of your shy shell. 

He’d often find himself groaning at your silly puns and nearly shocked when you’d make the occasional dirty joke.

Remus knew he had his friends’ approval when you made a joke about Dumbledor’s sagging balls the first time you met them.

Sirius later said he thought you were so funny he’d shit himself.

Peter agreed while James slapped Remus’ on the shoulder.

Dates consisted of walking the grounds at Hogwarts, going to Hogsmeade and even sneaking out to the kitchen as night.

He had gotten in trouble maybe once or twice with McGonagall for allowing you to accompany him on late night rounds, but that was quickly forgiven as McGonogall seemed to favor you out of any of the students at Hogwarts.

One of Remus’ favorite things to do was to grab you by the waist when you weren’t expecting it.

You’d squeal and squirm as he pulled you in for a hug, telling him “One day you’ll scare me so hard I’m sure I’ll become a ghost.”

You loved to hold Remus’ hands.

Though Remus’ hands and arms had scars, you enjoyed tracing the tips of your fingers along the lines.

Remus found this soothing. He also particularly enjoyed when you went off course and decided to draw tiny hearts on his skin.

The two of you constantly found yourselves giving reminders to the other. 

“Have you drank water today? No? Don’t you think that’s something you should do?”

“Remember love, we have that essay for Charms due next Wednesday. If you don’t begin now, you’ll complain and whine about it and I’ll have nothing to say but ‘I told you so.’”

Remus found it adorable how much you loved to cuddle.

No, like, seriously, you loved to cuddle.

Sometimes, he’d be working away at a homework assignment, and you’d disappear somewhere in his dorm.

After stretching his neck, he’d see you laying down comfortable on his bed.

“What’re you doing all the way over there?” Remus asked, laughing lightly.

He couldn’t help but grin when he’d see you move the covers and pat the spot next to you rapidly.

“No no no, Darling, no, we’ve got homework and assignments to do.”

You would continue to pat, nodding your head fastly and giving him a grin.

Eventually, as always, he’d give in, grumbling to you that you’d only cuddle for “five minutes,” which usually translated to “that assignment won’t get done until tomorrow.”

Your favorite position, and his too, was when he rested his head on your chest.

It wasn’t his favorite because of your breasts, though that was a huge plus, but mostly because he could hear your heart.

Sometimes, it was slow, if you were drifting asleep or tired. Sometimes, it would beat fast.

It was your favorite position because there you could play with his hair, pulling and scratching lightly. It was also a lovely spot to rub his back comfortingly.

Remus spent copious amounts of nights, sitting with the boys, his head nearly between his legs as he cried.

He knew he’d have to tell you about his disease, he knew what your reaction would be and he knew it was selfish to keep it from you, but he had just gotten a taste of love and was quite sure he would die of withdrawal.

“Mate,” James would say softly, drawing an arm around his friend’s shoulders, “She isn’t going to care, werewolf or not, she loves you.”

“She’ll leave,” Remus whimpered. 

“No, she won’t,” Sirius shook his head, arms crossed and leaning on the dresser, “And if she does, it won’t be because of your werewolf-ness, it’ll be because of your hairy-toes.”

Remus felt a terrible ache in his chest, nearly dry heaving at the feeling.

“Really?” Peter would scold, “Padfoot, now is the time to bring up hairy-toes? At a moment like this?”

James rolled his eyes and continued to comfort his brother.

“As they say, humour is the medicine for all tragedy.”

“Tragedy?” Remus cried out.

“No! What I mean to say,” Sirius quickly recovered, “Is that you have nothing to worry about. Y/N Y/L/N is the last girl to ever be judgemental, I mean have you seen her-”

“Learn when to shut up.” James would warn. 

Sirius shut his mouth quite quickly. He knew there was no actual flaw to your personality or you in general, but sometimes Sirius really put his foot in his mouth when it came to emotions.

“What if she does?” Remus asked after a while.

“Does what?” Sirius sighed, sitting next to Remus on his bed. “Leave?” 

“Well,” Sirius pretended to think after a bit. He put his arm to hug Remus close, “We kill her.”

As much as Remus felt awful, he couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s absurdity and utter bluntness.

“No, but seriously, no pun intended, she is an amazing girl, truly, and you’re a somewhat okay bloke. You’ll be fine.” Sirius finished.

Remus was shaking when he told you.

He had asked you to meet him in the Astronomy tower after dark and had arrived nearly an hour early to pace and fret.

Hearing your footsteps climb the stairs, Remus thought that falling off the tower might be better than telling you.

When he did finally say it, he shut his eyes tightly. 

“Oh,” you said. “Well, that’s certainly a surprise.”

Remus would sputter out apologies and acceptances of the break up and promises to leave you alone for the rest of eternity. He only stopped when he heard you laugh. That laugh. The laugh that he so fell in love with you for.  

“What? Who said anything about breaking up?” you shook your head with a grin. “You’ll have to try harder than that to get rid of me.”

Remus never felt more relief when you connected your hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Only thing that matters to me is that you don’t kick dogs and you don’t hate ABBA. Thas all.” 

Quick Snapshots of Dating

You were the first to say I love you.

You watched Remus help some lost First-Years find their way along the changing staircase.

He just looked so sweet and kind and made you laugh when he responded to some kids asking him about his scars

“I literally killed a bear, with my hands. A huge bear.”

You couldn’t help it but pull your lovely boyfriend into a corridor and press a long kiss to his lips.

“What’s that for?” Remus teased. “The idea of me fighting a bear that attractive to you?”

When you said it, Remus’ knees buckled. 

His mouth went dry, he couldn’t say anything

Despite VERY MUCH wanting to say he loved you too

Instead, his mouth fell open and you laughed and kissed his nose

“See you after Potions,”

Remus made sure, that night when you were cuddling, to hold you closer than ever, telling you how much he loved you.

“I love you, I do,” Remus whispered, but quickly became nervous “If that’s alright with you.”

Remus becomes quite grumpy on Friday mornings.

You aren’t totally sure why, considering you are so close to the weekend, however you’d always have a cup of steaming dark coffee for him.

Despite the cold weather that Scotland brings, you always insisted on going outside for at least an hour on weekends.

Remus was rather shy when it came to PDA

He much preferred to kiss you in the privacy of one of your beds with the curtains drawn.

But, on the rare occasion, he’d sneak you a kiss between classes.

He couldn’t help it.

You had a habit of giving him cute eyes and saying, “Kiss, please.”

One of the boys would always see and pretend to throw up.

Becoming increasingly closer to Remus’ friends as well,

James was rather proud of his little Moony, always nudging him and asking him how his dates were.

Sirius would complain, but would always allow you to braid his hair, sometimes you’d place little flowers in them as well.

You always knew how to make Peter snort with laughter, it became dangerous when you were around during dinner as something always flew out of his nose.

Remus being more than content, ecstatic and heavily in love with you.

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a series of full moons

((written for @rosemaldrge, happy birthday Em!! I hope you like this hurt/comfort. warnings for mention of blood and wounds)) 

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“I don’t want you there.” Remus says, and his voice sounds foreign to his own ears, the way it has for almost thirteen years now. 

Sirius recoils, and Remus can see anger settling deep into his bones, no matter how much Sirius tries to keep it in (they always knew each other too well). “Why not?” 

“The wolf doesn’t know you anymore” I don't know you anymore, Remus wants to say, but he worries that will break them to the point of no return. “He needs time to adjust.” Again, Remus is talking about himself. He has taken Sirius in, yes, but that means he has almost no time alone, and he’s almost glad that he’ll have a few minutes to himself, even if those minutes will only be filled with the promise of pain.

Sirius snaps, a little. “Fuck you.” He says, his voice more ragged than it used to be. “Fuck you and your- the ways you subtly destroy yourself. I can help.” 

Remus feels a bit cold, almost detached, looking at the emotions on Sirius’ face. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been going through them alone for thirteen years now.” 

Sirius’ jaw moves in the tell-tale way that lets Remus know he’s gritting his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything. Remus nods, and walks out of the room. 

The basement Remus uses to transform in is cold, and dark, and so, so silent. For a moment, he rests his back against the wall, his head hanging down, and suddenly he misses his old friends so much that it aches. He closes his eyes.

~~~

“Moony!” James had said, hazel eyes big and bright from where he sat next to Remus’ hospital bed. “You’re awake.” 

Remus had blinked back at him, and then he had blinked at the sandwiches that were held out in front of him. James grinned at him. “Pomfrey said you’d need food to recover.΅ 

Tentatively, Remus had reached out and taken a small bite. Remus felt as if he had never eaten before, as if his mouth processed tastes and textures for the very first time. He remembered reading somewhere that cooking was something only humans did, and in that moment, he felt really, truly human. In short, it was delicious. James’ grin became wider when Remus told him so. 

“Peter and Sirius are getting some sort of ointment from Pomfrey that’s supposed to help,” James had said, in response to Remus’ unspoken question.

Closely after that, Peter and Sirius had come back, and as soon as Sirius had reached Remus’ bed he’d taken the one of Remus’ arms that had the biggest wound, and started putting the ointment on it carefully, making sure not to hurt Remus. It felt like a caress.

James had chuckled. “Don’t you think that Remus can do that himself?” 

Sirius had immediately stopped, smiling sheepishly up at Remus, the lightest of red on his cheeks. “I don’t mind.” is what Remus had said, shrugging, his heart beating in his ears.

With a small smile, Sirius had continued. James and Peter came to sit on the bed next to him, and Peter had handed him a bit of chocolate. Sitting there with his friends, Remus had felt truly happy, no matter what he’d gone through only a few hours before.

~~~

The floor of Remus’ basement is still cold the next morning, as he finds out when he lies there, naked, with a bleeding leg. That doesn’t stop him from slumbering there for a few moments, trying to slowly come back into his body, to absentmindedly flex his fingers and his toes.

He stops, abruptly, when the door swings open. Sirius is standing in the doorway, a plate in his hands, and he starts walking towards Remus, starts kneeling down next to him--

Remus stands up and smacks the plate right out of his hands. It’s accidental, or, well, from the right angle it looks accidental, with Remus being slightly wobbly and unsure on his feet, but Remus doesn’t regret what happened in the slightest.

“You don’t get to-,” he blurts out, and his feelings are too big, too complicated to fit into something as banal as words, but actions aren’t helping either, the satisfaction from the broken plate is long gone (was it even there in the first place?), “You’re not-” 

His sentences get stuck in his throat because he’s awful at this, at talking about- talking about-

There is plain, open hurt on Sirius’ face, and Remus wonders if he somehow lost his emotionless mask in Azkaban.  “Okay,” Sirius says, “I’ll- Okay.” He walks away with slumped shoulders, but his steps are quick, and Remus wants him to come back and he wants to never see him again.

And then Sirius is gone and Remus is alone again and he can’t look away from the shards of the broken plate, from the sandwiches strewn between them, from how even now they’ve fallen apart, it’s visible that the slices of bread were cut the exact same way James always used to. 

~~~

They ignore what happened. Remus feels awful about lashing out, about showing something of a monstrous nature, and Remus hates talking about his feelings, however awful they may be. Sirius seems to accept that, and doesn’t move when, the next full moon, Remus walks down to the basement.

Remus wakes up warm, comfortable. He immediately knows something is wrong. When he finally manages to wretch his eyes open, he sees he’s curled up around a black, soft shape.

He doesn’t even need to blink again to recognize that it’s Sirius in his animagus form. The muscles of his stomach clench almost involuntarily, as if they’re trying to keep his anger down. He stands up, and he isn’t shaking, he isn’t even bleeding. It only serves to make him more furious, however irrational that might be.

“I know you’re awake, Sirius.” 

A grey eye opens slowly, and looks at him. Remus looks back, stubbornly, until he’s looking at a man instead of a dog.

“I told you not to come.” Remus says, and it echoes a bit, in this room that is so used to being empty.

“I promised I’d take care of you.” 

That hurts, and it hurts even more because it’s aimed at that place in himself that he has tried so hard to protect, to build walls around, to forget about. 

“No,” he responds, his voice on the edge of cracking, “we promised we’d take care of each other. You, James, and-” his voice falls over the edge, “-and Peter.” 

The gray of Sirius’ eyes looks a bit like steel. “And you. You promised too.” 

“Look how well that turned out.” 

Sirius stands up straighter, and Remus observes how he seems almost thirteen years younger, all the wrinkles that Remus wasn’t there to see the origin of disappearing, anger taking its place. “I’m trying, Remus, but you’re not even taking care of yourself, you don’t even fucking have wolfsbane!” 

“Wolfsbane isn’t exactly cheap, in case you haven’t noticed.” 

“You could have asked me.” 

“You could have not gotten thrown into Azkaban.” It’s a cheap shot, and Remus is very, very aware of that, but finally he’s getting a memory that is so sharp and broken that it fits exactly against his splintered edges. He’d forgotten how good it felt to fight with Sirius.

Sirius rises to the bait like Remus knew he would, hackles raised. “You could have gotten me out of Azkaban, but no, why would you ever go after anything you want? Anything that could make your life better?” 

Remus doesn’t even deny that Sirius could possibly make his life better, the lump in his throat is too big for that. He works around it carefully, making deep cuts with the precision of a surgeon. “You should have tried to take care of me thirteen years ago. It’s too late now.” 

Sirius sets a step closer, and finally does Remus see the furious glint in his eyes. It fills him with anticipation, because while he’s hurting Sirius, the only thing that’s keeping him standing is that Sirius is hurting him back. He feels alive, horrifically so. 

“You could have gotten Harry.” Sirius says, and there’s a pause, in which Remus realizes he wasn’t prepared at all, this wouldn’t even vaguely be like old times, because Remus had made so much more mistakes since then. “You could have gotten him out of there. He lived in a cupboard for eleven fucking years. You could have prevented that.” 

“I-” Remus starts, “I put a protection charm on him, after- after the tournament. It’ll keep him safe from everything, dementors, other wizards-- I’ll keep him safe.” 

Sirius laughs, but it’s far from the laugh that Remus used for his patronus before- before it all. It’s the one that plagues Remus’ nightmares, the one that sounds as if it scrapes itself out of Sirius’ throat with the sharpest claws, the one that feels as if it scratches over Remus’ heart, cutting ever so slightly through the surface. “That’s not enough. You know that’s not enough.” 

Sirius sounds an awful amount like the voice in the back of his head, and Remus deals with him the same way he does with the voice. “Leave.” he says, or maybe he yells it at the top of his lungs. He’s not sure. He does know, however, that Sirius leaves, casually stomping on what’s left of Remus’ heart as he goes.

Of course that’s the moment other memories start to flood him. Did fighting with Sirius always leave him this drained, this tired, this sad? Yes, his memories tell him, but this time you managed to fuck it up even more than you used to.

He wonders how they used to make up after fights. Because of Peter, his memories whisper in his ear, biting down on every piece of him they could reach, he was always the one to get you guys to talk to each other again, but he’s not here anymore, is he? 

~~~

They stop talking for about a month. It’s not the easiest thing, what with living in the same house and all, but Remus only ever politely asks for the salt, and Sirius will hand it to him, and then they’ll go their separate ways. Sirius isn’t supposed to get out of the house, but it’s a muggle town, and Sirius would go crazy otherwise, so Remus doesn’t say anything.

He also doesn’t say anything when Sirius buys groceries, and he’s silent when Sirius tells Dumbledore that he, once again, refuses to go to grimmauld place, and he doesn’t protest when he finds new books in his bookcase. Remus knows that Sirius knows that means something, but he only speaks right before the full moon. 

“You could stay,” Remus says. He has thought about this extensively, but only now realises that Sirius may not want to. “If you’d like.” 

Sirius stays.

And it cracks Remus’ heart right open. He wants to ask Sirius, right then and there, if he’d maybe also like to try and be together again, to wake up next to each other again, to take care of each other again. But it’s too much, too soon, so for now he just offers Sirius his hand when they walk down the stairs that lead to the basement, and smiles when Sirius takes it.

~~~

Remus wakes up free of pain, once again cuddled up to Sirius. He stretches, and gives Sirius a tentative smile, that is returned, lips stretching slowly.

Remus kisses him. It’s accidental, more impulsive than Remus can ever remember being, but he doesn’t think it could be avoided, and Sirius doesn’t seem to mind. 

Remus doesn’t mind the cold floor as long as he can put his right hand in Sirius’ hair, as long as Sirius’ left hand is on his waist, as long as their other hands are holding each other.

It’s soft, and sweet, and everything they haven’t allowed themselves to be for years. Sirius pulls back a little, only to gently kiss the scar that crosses Remus’ lips, a scar that Sirius wasn’t there to see the origin of. Remus grips his hand tighter.

Sirius’ hand moves a little, and Remus hisses through his teeth. “What is it?” Sirius says, worried, hastily breaking their kiss.

“Just a bruise.” Remus presses his lips one last, lingering time to Sirius’ jaw, then makes to stand up. “Pomfrey gave me something for it, it’s upstairs.” 

Their hands are still entangled when they walk up the stairs again. Remus catches Sirius looking down at them, and then smiling broadly before looking up. Remus is sure his face shows the same giddy excitement. 

Sirius lets go just before they reach the living room, and quickly ducks into the bathroom before Remus can, returning with a jar of ointment. “Let me?”, he asks, grey eyes open and vulnerable.

Remus nods, and quickly takes off his shirt, avoiding looking down on his bare and bony chest. He’s thankful that Sirius’ eyes linger only a moment on the newer scars, and then Sirius’ hands are on him, a shock of cold that somehow manages to make Remus feel warm inside.

Somehow, it feels even more intimate than the kiss they shared in the basement. It’s hard to look at Sirius, but Remus can’t resist, and he doesn’t regret it in the slightest, not when Sirius seems so focused on patching him up, his long hair falling over the side of his face. 

Remus reaches out and tucks it behind Sirius’ ear in what he knows is an incredibly cliché move, but Sirius has always made him do silly things. It gets Sirius’ to focus his heavy gaze on him, though, so it’s not all bad.

“Would you sleep in my room?”, he asks, and it’s not the best way to start this conversation, but as Sirius laughs he figures that it isn’t the worst way either.

“How bold. Yes, I’d like that.” Sirius smiles softly at him, in a way that could fuel a hundred more patronuses, and Remus’ poor heart skips a beat.

He scrapes his throat. “Good. Then Harry could take your old room. Do you think he’d like it?” 

Sirius laughs again, a bit more wetly this time, and says: “I’m sure he’d love it. I’d love it.” 

Remus closes his eyes, and leans his forehead against Sirius’. “Me too.”

They sit that way for several peaceful heartbeats, and it’s the most at home Remus has ever felt in this place. 

Then, he opens his eyes. “I think it’s time we send Harry a letter. I heard they’ve got Umbridge as teacher, and that boy will need all the support he can get when he’s forced to interact with that bigoted bootlicker.” 

Sirius laughs, as delighted as he always is, was, and used to be whenever Remus cursed around him. “Let’s do it.”, he says, and Remus knows he’s not just talking about the letter-writing, but also about everything it implies, about the bed-sharing, about being together again, about taking care of each other, and Harry, too.

Remus smiles at him. “Let’s.”  

#asjdslf would u believe i meant to post this about 8 hours ago #whoops #whyyyy do i always go all out on the hurt/comfort #remus lupin #sirius black #i havent written lie low at lupin's before so this was fun to explore #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #was that whole conversation abt Umbridge based on the one (1) time Sirius says 'u should hear the way Remus talks abt her'? ....maybe #remusxsirius #marauders #there are now at least three full moons in the lie low at Lupins period i stretched canon as if it was an elastic #no but seriously asfkj if u noticed how i did that!! thatd be neat #mywriting

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dreams are my reality - part 3

it’s finally here! This part is what happened during that fateful night and only that. Also i messed with the timeline but nothing too bad. 

This may be a bit violent, mention of death and blood.

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~ i’ll see how the real thing can be and it’s not pretty ~

The muggle village - August 1983

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have left us, just that a good friend wouldn’t have cleared out just because McGonagall was walking in the same corridor.”

“Sirius, would you shut up?” I hissed, ready to break his neck if he added one word that wasn’t a yes. 

“Of course I’ll shut up, as soon as you admit that quitting on us was a bad thing to do.”

I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling goofily, seemingly unaware of the fact that we were walking in an empty alley just because we were looking for a dangerous death eater. 

“First of all, you could have run away too if your arse wasn’t glued to the floor. And McGonagall wasn’t just walking in the same corridor, she was coming for us! And Sirius, we were in first year and James and you had dragged me there against my will. Remember?”

And it was true; the memory of Sirius claiming I would be the coolest girl of the school was still fresh in my mind, and with the terror brought by the sound of McGonagall’s steps, I knew it would stay engraved in my brain for a very long time. 

“Dragged you?” Sirius made a clicking noise with his tongue. “I’m not even sure one of us grabbed your hand.”

“Oh, not only my hand you idiot, my bag and my wand too!”

“And? You’re clearly not traumatized so-”

Sirius’ voice had died in his throat as soon as the explosion had echoed, yet my blood froze in my veins at the thought that maybe he had gotten us spotted. With the discretion of a cat with soft paws, he crossed the short distance that was separating us and placed himself ahead of me. A glance in my direction - Are you ready? - and a firm nod later, we were running silently toward the place of the village, hoping with all our heart that no one was hurt. 

Obviously, the death eater had already left the crime scene. Sirius and I were the last of our group to get there. Remus and James were turning all around the place like caged lions, probably looking for any clue of where the responsible had disappeared. Lily and Peter were struggling in front of the burning church, trying to get the fire to stop and to get the survivors out of this hell. A woman ran into me and my arms wrapped instinctively around her; hers were trembling and her covered in soot hands were slipping on my skin. She was mumbling incoherent sentences in which I didn’t understand anything, and I was sure she was speaking another language. However, her frantic gestures toward the fire lighted something in me, an urge to get in the furnace without even knowing why. I looked up a second to see Lily fussing over a wounded man and Sirius and Peter still trying to control the fire. No one could help me with the poor woman. 

She cried out something, a word I didn’t understand. 

“Nena! Nena!” 

“I don’t know what it means!” I screamed, cursing myself for not being able to understand a single word. 

She pointed the finger at her belly, at her heart and finally at the fire. Slowly - way too slowly - I understood what it meant. A baby was in there. I nodded frantically and the woman fell on her knees. I didn’t have the time to check on her; instead, I went to Sirius and tried to get him to help me. He was totally freaking out, and his panic only increased when he realized what I was telling him. 

“With me!” he yelled, and we joined forces to try and extinguish the fire once and for all. 

Finally, the last flames died, the last proof of its presence being the ashes flying in the air. The woman rushed between the smoldering ruins and I was ready to follow her, but Sirius grabbed my wrist. A split second later, a terrible cry echoed, and Sirius shook his head. 

At the very same moment, something exploded a few streets away. 

“James!” 

It was Lily, and she lost no time in running toward the root cause of the noise. We followed her and found a half fallen house in front of James and Remus, the both of them looking infuriated. 

“The bastard!” 

Through gritted teeth, Remus told us how they were sure someone had led them there before making the batiment explode and James added the death eater - because it was obviously him - had been careful to stay well hidden. 

“So that means we’re running blindly behind him?” asked Peter, his voice still hoarse from the smoke of the fire. 

“Running blindly and doing whatever he wants us to.” I added darkly. 

Even James and Sirius knew it had been a bad idea to accept this mission, now. Both of them had their eyes wild and were glancing frequently at each other. 

“So? What do we do now that he’s disappeared and we don’t know where to look?” muttered Lily before hiding her face in James’ neck, probably having a bout of nausea after everything we had already gone through. To be honest, I was still feeling sick thinking about that poor woman and her baby. 

I was observing a stone on the ground and wishing it could tell us what we needed to know when Peter stiffened. 

“Guys,” he whispered. “Act natural, but I think we didn’t have all the information.”

“What makes you think that?” 

If Remus was sarcastic and obviously didn’t understand where Peter was going with this, something caught my eyes and the realization hit me. 

“An animagus?” I questioned quietly, and Peter nodded. 

I almost missed the black feathers, but I still caught the bird flying from a rooftop to another. Then the bird dropped to the floor, and it happened so fast that none of us had sketched a movement when it turned into a massive black silhouette half hidden in the shadows. 

“You could have gotten out of here alive if you had just ignored me.” The voice was raspy, the tone aggressive. “Too bad you didn’t.”

This last affirmation sounded like a signal; as soon as the sound of his voice had died, the death eater drew his wand and we did the same, Sirius and Remus taking a step forward. I hadn’t seen his face, yet I was picturing myself the man with a crooked rictus and with the eyes so dark that you knew just by looking at him that his soul was rotten to the core. For some unknown reason, he didn’t attack; instead, I was feeling the weight of his eyes on us. I could imagine him looking at Sirius and Remus first because they were just in front of him, measuring the trembling of their arms - not caused by fear but by fury, which he probably was aware of; then his eyes passing from them to James and Lily, just close enough for him to guess the nature of their relationship, to Peter with his wand as high as ours and finally to me. Did he know I was looking intensely in his direction? That we were all looking right at him, our muscles tensed to make sure we would react quickly enough when the attack would come? 

If he did, he didn’t care the least. It was with something that could be qualified as nonchalance that he muttered the first spell. The green light illuminated for a second his face, and his eyes were fixed on us. The curse almost hit James, and that’s when the riposte began. 

The first counterattack spell came from Remus and missed the death eater by a hair. At the same time, Sirius rushed to the enemy, followed closely by James. Lily helped Remus to get up; he had dived to the floor to dodge a curse. Peter and I were making a detour to reach the death eater’s back, counting on James and Sirius to occupy him enough. It seemed like a mess, yet it was a manoeuvre well established because of years of service in the Order. It had always worked, more or less depending on the case, but it had never failed us. Never until then, at least.

I realized things were going to get even more dangerous when the man turned his gaze to me, plunging his eyes in mine and with his lips slowly twisting in a sickening rictus whereas he was being assaulted by James. A move of the wrist had sent James flying a few meters away, hitting Sirius and bringing him to the ground in the process. He lifted his hand, and as the terror was invading me, the only thing my brain was capable of was wondering if the movement was really as slow as it seemed to be. I drew my wand but like in dreams, it felt like something was stopping my arm. A glare was burning in his eyes, it was so intense that I felt it in the depths of my body. If the thought that he was doing some wandless and wordless magic on me crossed my mind, I found myself unable to express it. 

His wand was now pointed on me, his eyes fixing me to the ground and his power keeping me defenseless. Second by second, I saw his lips moving, forming a word I didn’t recognize, his arm got more stiff, his rictus wider. And behind my back, second by second, Sirius was getting closer to me. 

The collision caught me by surprise, not so much because it was unexpected but because of the violence of it. Sirius’ shoulder hit my lower back which sent my hips forward, and my head followed one second late. Our bodies hit the hard ground, and the scream of the death eater covered our grunts of pain. He didn’t give us a moment to recover and I heard his steps before I saw him taking great strides. Sirius was already getting up, his wand firmly held high to protect the both of us, but he didn’t need it to counter the first attack. The arm of the death eater was trembling with what I thought was rage, and he missed Sirius. Instead of its initial target, the curse flew to me and scratched my skin just underneath my neck. The shock stopped me dead in my tracks. A few centimeters higher and it was over for me; the realization erased everything else in my mind, even the painful burning sensation where my blood was now flowing. 

This time, the death eater didn’t mutter the curse. He yelled it, angrier than before, and the sound of his voice masked the noise provoked by Remus, who I saw approaching in his back. A green halo surrounded the death eater and disappeared in a heartbeat, barely illuminating the scene enough for the lifeless body of our enemy to be seen falling. However, I saw perfectly well his last curse making his way straight to Sirius’ torso. 

Sirius’ facial expressions changed from relief to shock and then to pain, to agony. His hands reached to his shirt, and when he removed them, they appeared red, bloody. His fall began with the buckling of his knees. They hit the floor, and his body, drained of all its strength, tilted forward. His arms had gone limp and his face crashed to the ground. 

It had all happened in less than a second. 

I was unable to move.

Somewhere at my right, several grunts escaped Peter’s mouth as Lily and James were helping him. I didn’t process his bloody leg, nor did I realize Lily was using only her right hand. Remus was already at Sirius’ side, and it’s only when he looked up to me with wet eyes that something clicked. 

“Sirius!”

To be continued...

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Pure Blood 30 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: okay, this is the thing, the school is killing me and that's why it took me so long to upload chapter, but here we are. I may also be late for the next one, but this story continues.

Words: 2,081

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Chapter 29 // Chapter 31

"You screwed up,” says Juno leaning against my door frame.

I groan as I put more things in my suitcase.

“I've had enough of you.”

"I don't think so,” She smiles and walks up to my side. "It's never enough, little sister.”

I shiver, she reminds me of Isis a little, when she still lived in the house.

“You've always had that… talent, to get in trouble. Especially with Sirius. Our parents saw it as funny and innocent. They never punished you, I thought it was silly because you’re the youngest,” She didn't even bother to help me, she just stared at my suitcase. "But it's all over…” She claps once. "And now neither of our parents can stand you.”

"And that's why you smile like you've never done in your life?”

“Come on, it's not that bad, after all. What if your parents hate you? Sirius has been through it as well, now you’re the same,” She jokes.

I grit my teeth, putting my things in the suitcase and then turning and facing her.

"You can say what you want about me, I don't care, but don't you dare take it out on Sirius.”

"Oh, now you defend him? After what he did to you?" She raises an eyebrow.

"You are standing on very thin ice, Juno.”

"Please, little sister, stop this cheesy nonsense, it’s useless.”

“Not because you didn't have the courage to even speak to Remus, does it mean that we should all be cowards."

My words hurt her, but she recovers quickly and returns to her bitch face.

“It doesn't matter anymore, I don't need that school-kids nonsense. I deserve a good man. Mother has found me an excellent suitor.”

She expects some reaction from me, she wants me to ask her everything about it, but I go back to packing. I don't want to know anything about her commitment or someone else's. Never again. I'm sick of all that circus.

Juno sighs and like a little girl, she huffs and then leaves my room. I roll my eyes. I really need to go back to my true home.

***

My spirits haven't changed, not even while at the station. Somehow, thinking about my friends is not enough to be happy.

It's my last year, and after this, what's next?

My mother is the only one accompanying me to the platform this year, and says goodbye coldly, barely nodding. I get on the train and quickly enter a compartment with unknown people. Two girls from second grade with another boy from third grade, all three excited for their new year, they don't even bother about acknowledging my presence, which I appreciate.

I take the opportunity to get some sleep and prepare for what my new school year has in store.

Upon reaching a new wave of punishment, I take my time to reach the large dining room. Just when I get to the doors I feel a body crash against mine, but instead of falling, her arms go around my neck and she pulls me against her in a big hug. It takes me a few seconds to react, but I recognize my best friend's blonde hair and I circle her waist, feeling the warmth of her hug.

“Hi, Jenna”

"Never in my short life had I felt so much concern," She says when we part. "I'm already sounding like my mother and it's all because of you!”

I smile at her drama.

"Why weren't you on the train with us? I looked for you, but in the end Marlene said that maybe you wanted your space. Since when do you need to have space without me?” She puts her hands on her waist.

“I knew you would be upset, but your girlfriend is right. I just needed time…”

She looks at me worried.

"I'm fine now... I think. Can we have something for dinner?"

"Sure, let's go to the table, you've been alone for some time, now it's your turn to be with your best friend!”

“Okay,” I smile.

We both sat and ate dinner after the sorting ceremony.

"I find it very strange that you didn't even turn to the other table," says Jenna, pointing to the table behind me.

My body tenses.

“I-I… I just want to be with you," I stutter.

I don't understand very well why I don't want to hear from the others, I just don't want to face everything at once.

"Honey, bad excuse. Are you sure you’re alright?"

"I don't know, Jenna, everything that's happened is- it's too much and I don't want to deal with questions or more worried people…”

"Okay, relax. Anyway, the marauders are not there.”

"What?" I ask turning to see the table to realize that it’s true. "Where are they? They’re fine? Is it Remus? Is anyone hurt? Where’s Sirius?"

"Ok, that was my fault,” She sighs. "I shouldn't have said it so lightly…”

“Jenna!"

“Everyone's fine, P. Don’t panic, we’ll take you to them,” She says grabbing her things. "At least it lasted until I finished dinner…”

Jenna guides me through the hallways and I recognize the path.

"Why are we going to the infirmary?" I ask, my heart races.

"I told you they’re all fine, but maybe one of them needs a routine checkup…” She says with a grimace.

We arrive at the infirmary at the same time that James, Remus and Peter leave, almost colliding with us.

"Boys? What's going on?"

"Hello, Persephone,” says James.

"Is Sirius inside? What happened?" He frowns and looks at Remus for help.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" He asks. Remus shakes his head and takes my hand, pulling me away from the others.

"Just tell me, Remus,” I say on the verge of crying.

"Breathe and relax, Percy. I just found out that the letters we all tried to send you weren't read. This…” He scratches the back of his neck. “This is complicated, but I think Sirius has to explain it to you. Madame Pomfrey is changing the bandages…”

"Bandages?" I screech.

Before he could get into the infirmary, the door opens and Sirius comes out as he adjusts his sweater.

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey!" He yells and shuts the door. "Remus, can you help me out–? Oh…” He stops when he sees me.

He has some bruises on his neck and a cut that seems to be healing. But that's not what surprises me the most. His damn smile is what breaks me.

"Hey, pretty lady,” He says, but I stretch out my arm to stop him. "What's going on?"

I frown.

"What's going on?" I repeat angry.

"We'd better go…” James says.

"I'm in trouble?" Sirius asks when everyone leaves, scratching the back of his neck.

I can't help but hit his shoulder and he complains.

“I barely get to school and I don't see you at the Gryffindor table, then they bring me to the infirmary because YOU are hurt and now that I'm in front of you, you just- you just smile!?”

My reaction makes him more nervous.

"Okay, I can explain everything, but first you have to relax–”

My hands clench into fists, I walk towards him causing him to recoil until he hits the wall.

“Tell me again to relax and I swear I'll leave another bruise on your eye, Sirius Orion Black!"

"I'm scared," He replies barely above a whisper.

***

"Did I tell you today how beautiful you are?" Sirius says as we sit on the bench in front of the gardens.

"You have ten seconds if you don't want to end up bald.”

"Beautiful inside and out,” He smiles like a little boy, but then sighs and shakes his head. “It's not simple and uh… already had a good time, sorry, maybe I forgot that you did not know…”

I feel a pressure on my chest, and the anger fades a bit. Maybe I was not in his thoughts during the holidays as I thought.

"You forgot?"

“It's not that I didn't think of you, of course I did! But, uh- this is harder than I thought…” He wipes his hands on his pants. “After Avery, when my mother took us home, everything was chaos, more than usual,” His expression makes me nervous. “She cursed, she blamed me for everything. My parents completely lost their minds. I tried to defend myself, but this time I had no other way out, Percy…”

"What happened?" I hold his hand.

“I ran away from home,” He looks down and focuses on our hands. “I took my things and ran away from that stupid mansion. My mother was quite clear in saying that I am no longer her son.”

“But…” he raises his head. "Where have you been all this time?"

His smile returns.

“With the Potters,” Sirius’ gaze softens. “They’ve always been there in every holiday that I’ve been able to share with James,” He gets closer to me. “They treat me as if I were their son, and when I left home, they didn’t hesitate to help me again.”

We were silent for a few minutes. I process everything. I know that Walburga is a woman of character, but I also know that family is something important to her, even though she has horrible parenting methods. She cares what others in her lineage say, as does my family. But is her heart so cold that she didn't care that her first child no longer with them?

“Are you safe? Didn't your parents try to do something?"

"I haven't heard from them since I left, not even from Regulus.”

I try to understand him, he was never happy in the Black mansion, a part of me wants to make him go back, but the other part stops me. The Potters, James has taken care of him, while I couldn't even leave my house. Sirius was hurt and I wasn't with him. My eyes water at the thought.

"I-" The lump in my throat won't let me speak. “They hurt you and I- I couldn't do anything to help you Sirius, I'm sorry…”

"Hey, no, no, no…” His hands cup my face. "It's not your fault, love. Don't cry!” His thumb wipes a tear. “We tried to tell you, but we never got a reply.”

"My family burned all my letters,” I wipe my nose with the sleeve of my sweater.

"I know, my uncle warned us,” He takes a lock of my hair and plays with it. "Everything went very fast. Euphemia, James's mother, helped me with my injuries. The Potters have helped me a lot and I’m sorry that I reacted like this when I left the infirmary, it's just that, I don't know, I think that by not having the pressure of the wedding or even my family, everything has calmed down. I'm sorry…” His arms go around my waist and he draws me to him in a hug.

I hide my face in his neck. Having him so close relaxes me and it is as if I finally breathe again.

"I missed you…” I whisper.

"Me too, Percy.”

I look at his beautiful grey eyes and I notice something different, a small flash, something that had not been there before.

“Alphard told me that you didn't go out at all, are you okay? Shit, sorry, surely you had hell at home and I was an idiot just thinking about my own things. I'm the worst boyfriend in the world. Say it, it's fine, I accept it.”

My eyes widen when I hear one word in particular.

"Boyfriend?"

"Uh, yeah? I am, aren’t I? I thought… you know, after everything that's happened… You don't want to? I don’t know how this works…”

I laugh at his rambling.

“I didn't think we had any labels, I just thought we were… together. But…” I smile feeling my cheeks blush. "Being my boyfriend doesn't sound so bad, does it?”

He laughs and leans down to bring his lips against mine in a tender kiss. He puts his hand on the back of my neck to deepen it. It feels so good to kiss him after so long…

"I don't want to ruin this moment, but…” He says when we part. "Do you want to talk about what happened at your house? You know you can tell me anything.”

I shake my head.

“I just want to be with you and our friends. I want peace."

“Agree."

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Congratulations Ash!

Your application for Harry Potter has been accepted. I think we’re all really excited to have such a central, pivotal character in plan. Not just me in my entirely biased excitement for Lily to have her son around. Make sure to let us know if/when you settle on a faceclaim for him.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: Ash & She/her

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: On average, I tend to get online every other day to get through my replies. Although weekends I’ll usually be on daily.

ANYTHING ELSE: Experience - I have been in the Harry Potter rp community for almost ten years now, and have been doing so on Tumblr for about six.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Harry James Potter

BIRTHDATE: 31 July ,1980 Zodiac - Leo. Starting with the obvious, let’s put the Leo in Gryffindor, I see what you did  there sorting hat. Harry spent his entire life from the young age of eleven, thrown into the spotlight. Others were interested in him for things outside of his control as long as he could remember, but he’s embraced that attention and put it to good use. He is very compassionate and caring, going out of his way to help others around him. His pride can get in the way at times, and tied with the ability to hold a grudge Harry has a sense of there’s my way and the wrong way.  Respect from those he most admires is vital to him. He had spent days obsessing over why Dumbledore hadn’t shared their similarities with him, and has never felt a sense of pride as strong as when McGonagall stood up for him to Umbridge. Harry is a leader, the type of person everyone around him looks towards for the answers to their largest problems.

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Gender and pronouns do not have much meaning to Harry, even though he had grown up with his entire identity being centered around his title as ‘Boy Who Lived’. He has never necessarily felt a connection to this title, but has not thought about it anyplace outside of logistically knowing when someone shouts for ‘the boy’ that can mean him. Harry’s Bisexuality however, is something he has been learning to embrace after years of confusion. His Uncle Vernon of course had a few select words for people who liked the same gender, but outside of pushing away the nerves in his stomach whenever he had to listen to his relatives derogatory language he had not realized that being attracted to multiple genders was an option. Harry has has dated during his teen years; He went on dates to the Yule Ball and Hogsmede, as well as his former relationship with Ginny, but he always felt slightly behind his peers in terms of sexuality and maturation. He assumes it was the fact that he spent so much time feeling unsafe and afraid that he didn’t have the time to explore those feelings, but there was also so many things he simply didn’t know that he is only just learning now in the start of his twenties. BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood. Harry’s status as a halfblood may have been the deciding factor in the course of his entire young life if Dumbeldore’s theories were to be correct, and they usually were. Harry and Tom Riddle shared this trait, both half-blooded wizards and in the end it seemed to have been a deciding factor in Riddle’s choice to mark Harry as the chosen one to become his own equal. However another similarity they share is how out of place they had felt in the muggle world and the strong sense of home the Hogwarts walls had provided both. Harry has no prejudice against those of muggle blood, one of his best friends is muggleborn thank you very much, but he has no connection to the muggles who raised him and were supposed to have been his family.

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor - While he strongly believes it was begging that landed him in red and gold, Harry is very much a Gryffindor. Being brave doesn’t mean never being scared, it’s what you do when faced with fear and Harry has stood up to nearly every terrifying challenge sent his way. He needed that house, as much as he also fit in. Harry grew up the one who was going to end a war, being surrounded by other brave, chivalrous people helped him greatly obtain his own confidence to do what he needed.

OCCUPATION: Harry Potter’s refusal to join the Auror Department sparked quite the buzz once he had finally made the announcement, and the decision had absolutely been one he had not taken lightly in the slightest, but at the end of the day Harry’s fear and distrust in the Ministry won out over his need to constantly swoop in and save the day. That doesn’t mean he hadn’t helped with the effort, he spent the first year out after the war off to help with trials and giving the right information to people who needed it, but after years of being branded a liar he simply couldn’t bring himself to work for the same Ministry who endangered lives by refusing to see what was right in front of them. Instead Harry went home, to the one place that he had always felt he belonged and once again did the impossible. Harry Potter has been the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts for two whole years.

FACECLAIM: tbd

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

POSTBELLUM

While he had not been given the instructions to die at the hands of Voldemort until he had been seventeen and only moments away from walking towards his own murder, after seven years of nothing but waiting for the next fight a part of Harry had assumed from a young age one of them was going to have to ultimately kill the other in the end. The lead up to a final showdown at the end of each school year had been convenient, and while he refused to accept the thought, likely planned out to go that way by a certain headmaster, but it couldn’t have continued on forever. So Harry had never allowed himself to think of a life after the fall of Voldemort, or of happiness and family and one day growing old. He was nothing more than a soldier, a child so deprived of affection he put everything he had into fighting back for the approval of his Professor and put little value on his life outside of being the Chosen One, so the first year following the war was especially hard. From the second he had entered the magical world he had been ‘The Boy Who Lived’. Since the age of eleven years old he had been expected to fight the dark wizards and save the day and he did not know how to be anything else. Harry couldn’t see his value outside of his willingness to jump to the occasion and solve problems. After the war his life’s purpose felt complete at only seventeen years old and it was extremely difficult to accept.

But then the Ministry expected him to be the poster boy for everything they had been doing towards the cleanup process- sending owls on a near daily basis asking Harry to sit on death eater trials or begging him to speak out in favor of the Ministry and their new laws. Just how much of himself Harry was willing to give had been one of the most difficult choices he ever had to make. Fighting injustice was all Harry knew. The Death Eaters had done horrendous things and even after the fall of Voldemort Harry felt a responsibility to ensure they were taken down, however Harry’s trust in the Ministry had been greatly punctured over the years he had been in the magical world, even before the Death Eaters had taken over. It was a delicate balance, and the power his word suddenly held brought a level of anxiety he was unfamiliar with, but he knew that there were too many people who would never see justice without his intervention.

His involvement in the war had only increased his fame and suddenty the Ministry of Magic and every paper in wizarding Britain were harassing him once again. Harry’s friends had been encouraging him to step back and take the time to recover; live a normal, quiet life, whatever that meant. He had never even gotten the time to properly grieve over Sirius’s death, let alone the countless other people he had lost since then who had died in his mind, because of him. He didn’t know how to step back and live a normal life, but he had craved it as long as he could remember so Harry put his everything into attempting. It took a year to realize that Harry that he would never feel that pain in his scar again, that even if he had never wanted it there to begin with an entire piece of someone’s soul he had been living with since he was a year old was gone forever and his only purpose in life had been completed before he ever had a chance to finish his NEWTs.

So He pulled back, isolated himself for a while in a way he wasn’t proud of, but didn’t know how to cope without. Going to anyone but Ron and Hermione with his problems had always seemed incomprehensible, and even then it was always easier to tell them about whatever crazy thing was happening to him at the time than discuss the feelings behind everything he had been through. He busied himself with mindless projects, spending all of his time hiding out from his friends by putting all his energy into restoring 12 Grimmauld Place. The house was now his and he didn’t want to leave the reminder of how horrible his godfather’s own childhood had been. It was the baby Teddy Lupin that was the only one who could get Harry’s undivided attention and compassion for a short while during the beginning of life after the war. He told himself it was so easy to share such raw emotion with the little boy because at first he couldn’t even understand what Harry had been saying, but Harry had felt a strong bond to the boy the second he learned of his godson’s birth. He hadn’t taken over raising Teddy, he was too young and unsure, Andromeda was the right choice as Teddy’s guardian, but Harry made a point to be a large part in his upbringing.   He refused to allow him to grow up as lonely and afraid as he had been himself, and Harry felt a personal responsibility to make sure Remus and Tonk’s sacrifices of their lives weren’t for nothing and Teddy would grow up loved and in a world better than any of them grew up in.

Turning down a position in the Auror Program had surprised himself more than it had seemed to any of the people who knew him best, which had only confused him more. His dream job since he had been only fourteen had never truly been a dream, but a logical choice for someone whose entire life revolved around being manipulated into fighting. He had truly believed he would never get past his back and forth with Voldemort, and the auror office only fit the narrative. Even knowing these things didn’t make knowing he was going to be letting people down any easier and he nearly said yes solely out of fear of saying no.

His time back in the castle has been everything he never thought he would be allowed to have and Harry is taking full advantage of that fact. Teaching is something Harry had felt so strongly about in the short time he was doing so with the DA, and in the proper setting where he had the ability to ensure this next generation was not going to have to ever fear their time in the castle was the calling he never knew about.

—

All the lives lost during the war was something that sat in Harry’s thought even still, more than anything else. He never knew anything but loss, but the grief he felt the past few years was different. He hadn’t been grieving the loved ones he never had, instead the people he loved and cherished who were torn away from him too soon. Watching the Weasleys without Fred had to have been the hardest part of anything after the war’s end. He had envied Ron’s family for so long, now all he wanted was to take the hurt away from the people who he grew to call his family that were now going through this pain he knew too well.

As hopeful as the returned made Harry, it all scared him as well. He knew what happened when wixen played around with death, and even more so he knew just how dark the magic around it could be. But he also doesn’t want to feel the pain again of getting his hopes up to have family by his side to have it ripped away. He doesn’t trust it to last. 

PERSONALITY

“There’s no need to call me Sir, Professor.”

Harry for some reason unknown to me, has started to be perceived to be this hypsteresque, bad-ass. A smoker, rogue auror who doesn’t play by the rules. Harry Potter is a sassy and sarcastic. But also a quidditch obsessed nerd who loves his friends with everything he has and stands up for what he believes in. He has that stereotypical Gryffindor temper, and does not always think about the consequences of his sharp tongue, but he has never been one to allow people to walk over him or anyone else. He was a victim of abuse and neglect and his words, that wit was the one thing he had to cope as a child treated like nothing more than an unwanted freak. But Harry is also the person who told Snape his nickname was Roonil Waslib. He’d spend hours on end talking to his bird and one of the first moments of the entire series he is empathizing with a snake who had been trapped and never knew their family. His friends are everything to him and Harry’s loyalty can be seen almost as a fault. There is no difference between his friends and family, and to betray or mistrust them is one of the worst things he can imagine of himself.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Harry’s memories of life before Privet Drive do not consist of anything more than flashes of colors and the occasional face. Perhaps a voice he wasn’t able to place. Family has always been Harry’s greatest desire, the things he wanted most in the world. The Durleys had been Harry’s closest living relatives, but made it clear they were not Harry’s family. His aunt and uncle made sure to remind him constantly that Harry was nothing more than an inconvenience in their home, and that he would never be as loved or cherished as their son. The idea of family was nothing more than that for a very long time; an idea and a dream. At thirteen the possibility of family had been dangled over his head in the form of a fugitive Godfather. Harry’s time with Sirius was too short, they should have had years together to make up for the twelve apart and it was after his death that Harry felt ready to give up on the idea of ever having a real family of his own. Of course that makes him feel selfish. Ron and Hermione every bit as much his family as any last name or title could make them. Harry could argue they were more family to him than Sirius and him ever had the chance to be. And the night Mrs. Weasley had called Harry ‘as good as’ another son still plays in his mind on a loop some nights when he’s looking for a reason it’s all worth it. Harry’s family isn’t blood, but he loves them all just the same. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s thought this return could mean him getting the only thing he’s ever truly wanted.

HISTORY

Harry really does wonder at times what it would be like to have an easy life. He had only been a baby when the weight of a war was thrown onto his tiny shoulders, marking him the one chosen to defeat the greatest dark wizard of their time. As a small child however, Harry would never have believed it. He had known nothing more than he was an orphan, living in cruel circumstances under the stairs in his aunt and uncle’s home and getting bullied by his cousin. It wasn’t until Harry’s eleventh birthday that his life truly began. When Hagrid had stormed down that hut to tell Harry about the truth of himself and his past, Harry felt a sense of self for the first time in his life. He had gone off to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and made friendships for the first time in his life. Even before the rest of the world had been sucked into another war, Harry had been drawn in from a mixture of a hero complex and clues laid out only slightly too conveniently to test and discover the boy who lived that would one day become the chosen one. Harry fought back every year, somehow always granted a new challenge and more pain until his fourth year when it had become more than a challenge that any reasonable adult would consider too dangerous.

Cedric Diggory’s murder had sparked the beginning of the war, but the greater meaning to Harry lied in the young boy who lost his life solely because he had been in the wrost place at the wrong time. He had gotten between Harry and for that reason alone he was dead. It was something Harry never learned to forgive. And it sparked the belief that people around Harry somehow always ended up dying because of him.

Sirius’s death left Harry inconsolable. He never had the proper time to grieve, with a target on his back and the war picking up quickly, but losing the one family member he had left destroyed Harry in a completely different way. And again, Harry came to the conclusion if he had only checked in the mirror Sirius could have still been alive.

The hunt for horcruxes was something else entirely. He had no connection to anyone outside of Ron and Hermione and when Ron had left it broke Harry’s heart in an entirely different way. He kept waiting for the ball to drop and one of his best friends to get hurt because of him. He clung closer, forgave quicker, and fought harder trying to keep anyone else he loved from dying.

Remus and Tonks’ deaths held a significance just as strong but different for Harry. He was a Godfather and when Remus had named him so it had become the new most important thing about him. Being the Chosen One, or the Boy Who Lived didn’t matter when there was a little boy who depended on him to stay alive and watch out for him.

OOC EXPLORATION

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

This group is every guilty pleasure I have ever had mixed in with a wonderful plot and beautiful writing. Even though recently role plays set in the trio’s era are few and far between, the ones I have been a part of always seem to either lack writers willing to write for Harry or his character is quickly taken by someone who does not know the story beyond either solely the movie franchise or random bits of knowledge. I’ve noticed a stigma in the Potter fandom, especially the role playing community, that the ‘true fans’ have to prefer secondary or background characters. While I also love building on characters we do not see as much of in the books, it has always saddened me that this character that I grew up with is seen as the easy write up. Because we as readers have so much on Harry I’ve actually found his character more difficult to write for, but equally enjoyable.

As per Harry as an actual character, he has been like a friend since I was seven years old.

#prioriacceptance #harry potter

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Dramione - Werewolf/Veela fics

Human Hermione

Instinctive by goldhorse (were Hermione)

*Finished* 3 chapters

Draco and Hermione are turned into wolves and thrown in a zoo as punishment by Voldemort and the death eaters.

Secrets of the Moon by EndlessMoonChild (were Hermione)

(Last updated April 11, 2020) 5 chapters

When Draco stumbles upon Hermione working at a law firm - a lone wolf with no pack, and no knowledge of the magical world - he makes it his mission to help her discover the secrets of her past, while showing her what her future can hold. But, will Draco and Hermione be able to withstand the danger that comes along with knowing who she really is?

Wolf's Mate by FictionAficionado

(Last updated Aug 21, 2019) 54 chapters

The hunt for the horcruxes has gone on for years while Voldemort wages open war to establish his dominion in the wizarding world. When his men capture Harry Potter's best friend, he doesn't think twice before throwing the mudblood to his wolves. However, an unlikely ally emerges in the form of a werewolf. To escape her captors and defeat Voldmort, ever the realist, Hermione can't afford to dwell on the fact that help comes from the creature that raped and impregnated her. [On Hiatus]

An Unsuitable Mate by FictionAficionado

*Finished* 29 chapters

Draco discovers he's part Veela and Hermione is his mate. Tired of having his choices taken away from him, he ignores the fates and marries Astoria instead. Draco is happy with the life he's made for himself till a marriage law threatens to destroy it all by once more forcing the most annoying witch he's ever known back into his life.

Predestined by diemdoll (orphan_account)

(Last updated Jan 11, 2020) 11 chapters

"I would say congratulations are in order, but you won't be making it down the aisle." Madam Monroe told Hermione as her fingers continued to trace the contours of her hand. "You were predestined for another."

Addicted To You By Kittenshift17

(Last updated Dec 7, 2018) 15 chapters

An act of kismet whilst herb gathering sees Hermione interacting with an unknown werewolf. When he bites her while she is in her animagus form, he sets into motion a twisted destiny that binds them together as mates. With Remus and Sirius there to help her through, Hermione's biggest worry is finding out the identity of the werewolf who marked her.

Howl For Me by Kittenshift17

(Last updated June 10, 2020) 28 chapters

The Ministry enacts a Marriage Law, magically pairing couples who'd never in a million years agree to even speak, let alone wed. Paired off with Malfoy, Hermione has to suffer the added indignity of the Ministry banning all contraception and forcing fertility treatment and aphrodisiacs on them all. Draco's secret makes it worse.

As Seasons Change by flawlesslyfallasleep

(Last updated May 6, 2012) 5 chapters

Veela power couple Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been married for a year and are expecting a daughter, but what happens when the past catches up with them? Will bad blood be enough to taint the small family's love?

Dark Water and Dying Eyebrights by Bex-chan

(Last updated April 21, ?) 10 chapters

One of them is desperately trying to remember their past while the other is forever trying to escape theirs. It's seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos.

Perfectly Matched by silverstorme

(Last updated Feb 10, ?) 20 chapters

When Auror Draco Malfoy is mauled by a werewolf on a mission gone awry, his partner Harry entrusts his best friend to care for him: Healer Hermione Granger. But now his heightened senses won't allow him to escape the one witch from Potter's crew he'd always kept at a distance, and his new and volatile wolf has decided she's his perfect match.

Affair de Coeur by woodsywintle06

(Last updated Jun 11, 2017) 9 chapters

Hermione is a smart, young witch who just wants to make the best of her last year. What happens when she is faced with the choice to choose the man she thought she loved or her worst enemy who is depending on her to survive. Draco has discovered the veela part of him and his mate is none other than Miss Hermione Granger, will she fall in love and save him?

Red Moon by g-o-t-a-m (werewolf Hermione)

(Last updated Jan 31, 2017) 16 chapters

All were were changed in one night and all have changed together. After the war, they expected things to stay the same, but a recent break out at azkaban changes everything. They all must come together once again and protect each other even if it costs each other their lives. (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Luna, Fred and George, and Ginny are all Werewolves)

The Beast by LillyanMalfoy

(Last updated Aug 14, 2018) 26 chapters

The Golden Trio is more divided than ever, and when Hermione gets a surprising new patient, anything could happen.

His

Hers by Shaniyyaahh (prequel)

*Finished* (Last updated Aug 11, 2020) One Shot, 7 chapters

(no summary)

He didn’t even know her and yet...she was already driving her mad.

Tethers by dormiensa

*Finished* 7 chapters

It was perhaps inevitable that Draco and Hermione were a bonded pair. After all, they had a long family history of complicated relations.

A Hard-Fought Victory by Maloreiy

*Finished* One Shot

The rivalry between Gryffindor Army and Slytherin Army was almost as big as the rivalry between 7th years Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. With the clock ticking down in the race for the Hogwarts Cup, an interesting...complication...will affect the outcome of them both.

Evigilatio by darkcivet (FallenInDreams)

*Finished* One Shot

She could Apparate to the other side of the world and he'd still find her. She couldn't run forever. Not from what she wanted. And especially not from him.

An Unlikely Mate by gingersparkle92

(Last updated Dec 16, 2017) 1 chapter

When Hermione goes back to Hogwarts for her eighth year, she never expects to discover that she's the destined mate of her childhood worst enemy.

Lightning by floatsodelicately

(Last updated Nov 8, 2014) 9 chapters

The Black family has been cursed, every male born of Black blood is born a veela and is doomed to die without their mate. Draco has to deal with his veela side, his Death Eater father, his Slytherin front and his muggleborn mate, Hermione Granger.

His Mate by sxgittxrius

*Finished* One Shot

No summary available

Thank Jarila for Veela by Varali

(Last updated Aug 6, 2014) 5 chapters

Hermione is invited by the British Society of Veela to their annual Jarila's Day celebration. Draco is an unwilling benefactor to the same event. When the two meet at the party, Hermione discovers something interesting about Draco's lineage and something ignites between the two of them.

Awaken Mine Soul by otterlyardent

*Finished* 5 chapters

The events that occurred over Easter Hols at Malfoy Manor brought about a completely unexpected turn of events. With Hermione under Bellatrix's wand, Draco and his parents realize just how important she will be to their family. A change of heart among other things leads to the pair spending the summer together, getting to know one another without blood prejudice standing in their way. Will it be magical, or will it all end in tears?

A Little Twisted by Scarlett_Letter

(Last updated Sep 28, 2016) 2 chapters

Draco just barely missed his one chance at freedom. Now on an unwilling path to become a death eater, an old friend is entrusted to him. Add to that certain changes brought out by a brilliant witch that sees more than the act he gives the rest of the world, and a sprinkle of a few meddling friends and you can bet for a happy ending; even if getting there was a little twisted.

To Be With You by Kipsels

(Last updated Nov 6, 2017) 3 chapters

Draco's dealt with a lot of difficult things since the end of the war, including losing his inheritance and going through his Veela maturity. Finding out Hermione Granger was his mate however, that had to top the list.

Silver Roses and Ebony Thorns by MadMaster

(Last updated May 30, 2016) 1 chapter

Draco returns to Hogwarts his sixth year completely different. His father was sentenced to Azkaban, and he recieved an order from the Dark Lord-Kill Dumbledoor. As if his life isn't already fucked up enough, the summer before his sixth year he turns out to be a 2/3 Veela. So not only does he have wings and is deadly passionate he must hide what he is. Which is harder when he realizes a certain curly haired bookworm his his soulmate. Everything he was taught and everything he has ever know quite literally flew out the window.

That Which Destroys Me by Lovenyx125

(Last updated March 21, 2019) 17 chapters

"Mudblood Princess," she breathed out. "Disgraced Prince," he murmured against her pulse. Recovering from their stay in Malfoy Manor is hard enough, but Draco is battling a fatal illness of Voldemort's own design and Hermione may be the cure. Forget salvation, with the way she looked at him just now and the heat that touched him with her hooded gaze, she would be the death of him.

No Force on Earth by GreyBauer, SinBin

*Finished* 2 chapters

When Draco goes too far, Hermione has to learn to let go. She's worth more than what Draco can give her, she knows that. Now if only she hadn't gone and tied her soul to his, that'd be great.

Veela you marry me by Nervousmilkshaketrash

(Last updated Oct 29, 2017) 4 chapters

Draco is veela, shit happens

Neglected by Lost Cookie (Akalish)

(Last updated Jan 19, 2016) 1 chapter

Contrary to popular belief, Theodore Nott did not give a sodding fuck for whatever claims his Death Eater father made, did not follow pure-blood beliefs nor was Theo into the importance of "securing" magical benefits. Neither did he have the shallow impression that Muggles, Muggle-borns and Half-bloods were inferior beings ― not by much, anyway ― and so, he reflected, if ever asked by Professor Severus Snape, Theodore Nott should very much have been sorted into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin.

Inevitable by SilverOwlCity

*Finished* One Shot

His death, he mused, was inevitable.

Business Partners by Debboluh

*Finished* 20 chapters

Andromeda Tonks approaches Hermione with an idea to start an orphange and community centre for children and families who have been affected by Voldemort’s werewolves, other extra-magical children and families are more than welcome! But what secret is their potions master hiding? And will Hermione ever find out? Draco's mood swings are giving Hermione whiplash, first he doesn't care and then he offering his own house!?

Her Veela Knight by thrivingrightnow

(Last updated Nov 25, 2019) 6 chapters

Hermione Granger's been through more than any of her closest friends know. Her life has been woven through loopholes and hidden scars in order to keep everything well. One night, everything backfires when Draco Malfoy accidentally comes to know her dark past. The unlikely ally comes to discover what's been happening with her ever since Ron and Hermione broke up. To make matters worse, Draco's coming down with something.. quite brutal. When they turn to their friends for help, will Hermione open up to the problems that she has faced over the years? Will Draco stick with her all the way?

No Choice by Klazora

*Finished* 31 chapters

The trio and friends return to Hogwarts to finish their final year; it seems at last that they might finally have an uneventful, purposeful year of schooling, at least until Draco Malfoy's world is turned upside down by a family secret. His mother was a Veela, and so is he; now he's in a rather extraordinary predicament. Veelas are matched for life with one person, and he doesn't get to choose who it is. But it gets worse for him; if he doesn't find 'the one' in time, he won't live to become 18. This should be good...

My Savior by ShelbieRae

(Last updated June 20, 2018) 15 chapters

Hermione Granger wants nothing more than to just finish her education and have a normal year. Draco Malfoy simply wants to find his Veela mate before his clock runs out. What happens when they both return to Hogwarts, get Head positions, and have to share a living quarters and duties? Will they kill each other, or will new feelings emerge?

Unwritten by Maloreiy

*Finished* 3 chapters

"He’d always known that hair. He’d stared at it, he’d jinxed it, one memorable day he’d gotten his wand, his hand, and a good portion of his arm, stuck in it. But for the first time he was overcome with a longing to touch it. To touch her. To reach out to her and pull her towards him.” A lovely little romance about a young Veela and the mate he never expected.

Storm by Momo (uglee)

(Last updated Feb 6, 2019) 10 chapters

After being attacked during the batle at the department of Mysteries, a secret hermione Granger preferred to keep long hidden is exposed and it starts a snowball effect that will change the wizard world forever. When her friends find out her secret, their reactions are mixed, some more upset than others about her new status. With her closest friends by her side, Hermione Granger decides to come out of hiding and change the world for the better whike she's at it.

The Trouble With Veelas by hiddenhibernian

*Finished* 4 chapters

Draco just wants to make Hermione happy. Unfortunately, telling her he is a Veela and she is his mate would achieve exactly the opposite, so he has to find another way. Nothing else in Draco's life has gone according to plan, so he ought to have known it would only go downhill from there...

Can't Shake This Feeling in My Bones by brightraven14

(Last updated March 11, 2020) 7 chapters

She saw his distinctive platinum hair amidst the sea of bodies on the platform, almost insulted that he had the nerve to return to Hogwarts after what he had done. But at least that would mean he'd keep to himself this year, right? With Hogwarts being immensely overpopulated this year, they wouldn't even have to interact...

Draco's astonishing birthday by Hbsj

*Finished* One Shot

Theo and Blaise take Draco out to celebrate his 21st birthday, but at the stroke of midnight everything changes and all Draco can feel and need is that captivatingly dark haired gorgeous woman at the bar. Only his parents forgot to tell him about his true heritage...

Trope Soup by MotherofBulls, SaintDionysus

*Finished* 12 chapters

On the twenty-third of September, the year of our Lord, two thousand and seventeen, MotherofBulls and SaintDionysus thought it would be a good idea to get drunk and write as many tropes possible into a single fic. Lord help us. Again...we were drunk while writing this.

Wrath by dormiensa

*Finished* One Shot

If tickling dragons is folly, irking Veelas is madness.

Dangerous by sunalso

*Finished* 17 chapters

Life is, at last, safe and stable for Hermione. She knows who she is and who she loves. Until something starts to follow her in the dark and she finds she might not know herself at all.

Between the Trees by NuclearNik

(Last updated May 18, 2020) 2 chapters

When the tides of war change quickly, Draco makes a split-second decision and steals the freedom of the only person he still cares about, desperate to protect them. Hermione Granger becomes prisoner to a reluctant captor, locked away in the ruins of the one place she'd ever truly felt at home. Trust does not come easy for either of them.

His Veela Heritage

His Veela Heritage: M Rated Outtakes by RiverWriter

*Finished* 31 chapters, 2 chapters

His entire world shifted and he was suddenly certain that his life was no longer really his own, it belonged to her. He could only hope she'd forgive him, could only hope she'd accept him. Because he was a veela and Hermione Granger was his mate. The only woman who had any chance of truly making him happy was the same girl he'd spent half a lifetime tormenting. Karma was a bitch.

As the title suggests this is an M Rated outtake from my story "His Veela Heritage" written as a gift for Weestarmeggie's birthday. This may become a collection- Now officially a collection!

ICW's interfere by lonelyroads, LonesomePhantome

(Last updated Oct 8, 2019) 4 chapters

The ICW -or- The International Confederation of Wizards' high court decided to not trust Albus Dumbledore any longer after the Triwizard fiasco and sent some of their own to keep an eye on him and fix up all of Britain's Ministry of Magic's mistakes.

Between Love and Abuse by Fanfrick

(Last updated Jan 30, 2020) 2 chapters

Hermione Granger wanted one year without drama. One year without everything going wrong. One year knowing what was going to happen. She wanted a safe and normal year, but nothing is normal after Draco Malfoy kisses her. All of the sudden, her world is thrown inside out and she is left questioning everything she ever knew. Draco has Veela running through his veins. He had wished it would never be active. Of course not all wishes become true. Now he has to fight deal with not only returning to Hogwarts after the war, but also with finding his mate. Though he never expected that both could possibly be connected, when Hermione Granger smacks him he learns he must start expecting the unexpected

The Irregular Malfoy Gene by Grangermalfoy1

(Last updated Dec 12, 2018) 22 chapters

A Malfoy with the veela gene has been popping up irregularly in their bloodline since the 17th century. Draco Malfoy is one of the rare male veelas, and has until his 18th birthday to find his mate, and convince her to be his, forever. Finding her won't be the problem for this particular veela, it's convincing the stubborn witch to accept him that's going to be the hard part!

Missing You by Athenniene

*Finished* One Shot

Hermione has a visitor in her office. Draco just wants to see her one last time.

Story Challenge: I'm A Veela, And Karma's A Bitch by WritersObsession2002

*Finished* One Shot

"Granger, what the bloody hell are you doing here?" I demand, feeling blood rushing up my neck and ears despite myself. She glares at me. "When were you going to tell me?" she retorts hotly. I swear my heart plummted to my toes. "Tell you what?" "Don't!" she hisses. "When were you going to tell me that you're a Veela, and that I'm your mate?"

The Great Work by HallowQueen

(Last updated Feb 7, 2017) 2 chapters

Voldemort punishes Lucius for the Department of Mysteries and losing the diary by letting Greyback bite his only son, causing Draco to lose the one thing he could always count on: his blood. Struggling with his identity an given a task he cannot complete, he is left turning to his godfather to stave off the beast and drawn to the one person he was cruelest to: Hermione Granger.

What Happened to Us? by elfhunter05

(Last updated Nov 22, 2018) 19 chapters

Draco Malfoy finds out he is a Veela... His parents think they know who his mate is... Professor McGonagall sets up arrangements in Hogwarts... Will it work?

Undisclosed Desires by Mila_Reeves

*Finished* One Shot

Draco tried to stay away, but she was his mate and he was ready to show her what that meant.

Choices by MidnightValkyrie

(Last updated May 16, 2020) 20 chapters

The choices you make shape your future. After so long of having them stripped from you, you'll do anything if it means you get to be the master of your own destiny for once.

Veela, My Veela by LucindaRemyJohnson

*Finished* 3 chapters

Draco's got one hell of a problem, and he's really hoping Hermione can help him. These waters are citrusy.

Following by writerspassion18

*Finished* One Shot

Draco's obsession with a certain brunette is a little unhealthy. It may just be animal instincts, or that's what he tells himself at least.

Beautiful Disaster by ashleyfanfic

(Last updated May 30, 2019) 26 chapters

Veela!Draco! discovers that his mate is the least likely person on the planet, and the discovery leads him and his father in new directions...

Unequivocal by irene_doe

(Last updated May 20, 2020) 6 chapters

Hermione thought her biggest issues this year would be being stuck in a dead-end job and not quite getting along with her new officemate, Draco Malfoy. However, the Ministry is about turn her tidy and contained life upside down with the announcement of the new Marriage and Family Law, and there's more trouble brewing as outbursts of uncontrolled magic begin to wreck havoc in the office. Draco has been reassigned to Corporate Services after an Auror mission went spectacularly sideways; at least, that's what he's telling everyone. The truth is hardly as straightforward and Granger has him increasingly on edge, so naturally, he was only too pleased to learn of the new Law that was going to out him as a Creature to the woman he loves.

The Things We Do to Each Other by badthingfine_as_hell

(Last updated May 30, 2019) 5 chapters

Veela blood in the Malfoy family has been dormant for generations. But the stress of the wizarding war has caused Draco's to manifest, and he must cope with being an ex-Deatheater outcast and a secret magical creature. Meanwhile, Hermione Granger is beyond excited to return to Hogwarts for a final year without the looming threat of Voldemort. But when something completely unprecedented happens at the Welcoming Feast, her hopes for a normal year disappear.

Count Your Blessings Not Your Flaws by FizzyBee

(Last updated Feb 5, 2017) 7 chapters

Ron was a prat. There wasn't much more that could be added to that, other than a few choice expletives. Hermione had always been know as a genius, so it should have come as no surprise that a solution was on the imminent horizon. To the person asking nor to the person agreeing. Either way, Draco was happy. Things spiral out of control when it turns out that Ron isn't entirely incompetent, though.

Dungeon Dragon by Starkling

(Last updated April 20, 2019) 140 chapters

They had been stumbling around blindly for too long, they should have made it to the rendezvous by now, Hermione thought nervously before she took out her wand, placing it on her palm. "Point me." She whispered. When her wand spun in a circle, pointing off to her far right, she got miffed. They'd gone too far West. Gesturing for Zacharias to follow over her shoulder, she crept quietly though the woods. Keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of humans or wildlife. "Granger! Look out!" Hermione snapped her head in Zacharias's direction just in time to see a look of horror cross his face, before a seemingly grey blur came crashing straight for her. It grabbed a hold of her waist and Hermione screamed bloody murder, before promptly being knocked unconscious by a jet of red light, hitting her square in the chest.

The Reluctant Veela by sapphirephoenix

(Last updated May 12, 2020) 28 chapters

Draco Malfoy has come into his father's Veela legacy, and is fighting it at every turn. The Fates aren't giving him an inch though, and neither is Hermione Granger, his destined mate!

marked by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

'“Perhaps you missed it over the last nine years, but I’ve cared for only you. It’s worth mentioning as well that I have forced myself not to get too close in case you did find your mate.” His brows drew together. “I did miss that.”

The Silent Call by UnanticipatedRavenclaw

(Last updated April 26, 2020) 13 chapters

Hermione has just transferred into the DoMLE as an Investigative Analyst. She's meant to be the eyes that find connections between cases but she ends up finding an unexpected connection of her own. Join her as she navigates her new job, the potential of what could be, and discovering the long lost history of what blood purity in the Wizarding World really means. A veela-lite slow burn love story between Hermione and Draco.

Key To Happiness by Marvelgeek42

*Finished* One Shot

A lot of the things in his life were things he would never have expected, but honestly? This was so much better.

Lessons in Lycanthropy by bentnotbroken1

(Last updated July 4, 2017) 8 chapters

The blame, Draco would later muse, fell on Theo’s shoulders. If it hadn’t been for his insistence that they sneak out and throw what the muggles called a “kegger”, none of them would have been in the forest that fateful night. But Theo had insisted and that was why he now had the urge to howl at the moon.

Sang et Lumière by Freya_Ishtar

(Last updated May 8, 2019) 9 chapters

*8th Year* Late one night, Hermione hears a sound that chills her bones—a howling from the Forbidden Forest, yet all werewolves fled at the end of the War. When she finds Draco stumbling back into the castle the next morning, she becomes his confidante . . . and something more.

Beware the Howling Night by Entwinedlove

*Finished* One Shot

Draco drags Hermione through the woods

Kismet by MrsRen

(Last updated Sep 28, 2019) 21 chapters

Kismet; destiny, or fate. Hermione begins uncovering secret after secret, eventually finding herself trapped between her sense of duty to her family, the war that's breaking out across Wizarding Britain, and discovering what sacrifice and love truly mean.

Scar Tissue by TheWildChild

(Last updated Dec 7, 2017) 35 chapters

A few years ago, Draco's life changed for the worst. Still, he could live with it, he could adapt. But when another werewolf comes to Hogwarts to teach the students, it starts to get dangerous. Their absences and behavior towards each other raise some eyebrows and Draco is afraid that a curious mind might even end up seeing right through him.

Containing The Beast Within by xLitheKitty33

*Finished* One Shot

Hermione Granger was his everything, his mate, his. He was hers. Draco would laugh at the fact it sounded like a joke, but it actually wasn't a joke. To be honest, he wouldn't exactly complain. After all, at least it meant he wasn't alone, even in a full moon that he couldn't recall what happened during.

LUPINE by LilithShade

*Finished* One Shot

Draco was not an Alpha, not really. To truly take the mantle of Alpha one needed a pack and he was alone, utterly alone. Yet he had killed Fenrir, ripped his sire’s heart clean from his chest with his own clawed hand during the Battle of Hogwarts. That violent act had imparted on him an ancient magic. Pack magic. Alpha magic. He had first caught her potent scent that very night, it was a pure beacon amongst the oppressive metallic tang of blood and decay. He had known in that moment what it meant, that she was his. His mate.

At Heart We're Human by xLitheKitty33

*Finished* One Shot

The enigma that is Draco Malfoy once captured her attention a long time ago. Perhaps it was because he was the one mystery she never solved that her veela set sights on him. Either way, it was hard to keep away, but they at least kept each other's sanity intact.

A Certain Point of View by RZZMG

*Finished* One Shot

Draco is an unfaithful husband, and Hermione is an unfaithful wife... but then, that depends entirely upon your particular point of view, doesn't it?

With Teeth by dulce_de_leche_go

*Finished* 5 chapters

Infected during the war by Fenrir Greyback, Draco survived one struggle to find another. His return to Hogwarts and so-called “normal” life was a cute attempt to move on but, as always, one insufferable woman turns that on its head as well.

The Deal by Snowflake_Dazzle

*Finished* 15 chapters

In order to win the war, Hermione strikes a deal with Draco Malfoy. Who turns out to be a Veela.

Breadcrumbs by Sharah

*Finished* One Shot

Draco was practically Hansel, dropping breadcrumbs of knowledge for his mate.

Mend by MufinXoxo

(Last updated April 5, 2020) 2 chapters

After the war, things aren’t going quite as Hermione expected. The introduction of a new Ministry legislation that allows ex-convicts back into society, coincides a little too well with a mysterious series of dark events in the world of magical beasts. To make things even more complicated, enter Draco Malfoy, who is carrying a secret he is willing to take to the grave.

Not To Me by naarna

*Finished* 6 chapters

The War is over, Voldemort defeated, and everyone settling into their post-War lives, with Hermione taking up a position at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Yet, when she comes across Draco's name in the confidential register of creatures, she leaves everything behind to go off on a search for him...

True Face by Ariel_Riddle

*Finished* 2 chapters

A/U Voldemort wins. When things take a horrifying turn for the worse at the final battle, Hermione must go under cover as a Muggle in order to survive. Ten years later, she cannot escape notice forever, especially when Praetor Malfoy has troubles of his own that prompt him to seek out the mysterious Muggle Healer, Piper Daniels.

The Girl Who Cried Werewolf by aru_dight

(Last updated June 17, 2018) 11 chapters

Draco Malfoy was far from a Prince Charming in disguise. He was a crude-mouthed beast who terrorizes women in their dreams, attacks their senses, and captures their heart never to set them free. Or that was just her?

Post: Part 1

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Someone We Used to Know - Part 13

(This is a Marauders Era AU about what might have changed if Sirius was expelled after the Prank. Here’s the Master List if you’d like to start from the beginning or find a specific part)

Remus Lupin has been at war from the moment he stepped foot out of Hogwarts. Longer than that, if he’s being honest.

He knows how to act under pressure. He knows how to react. He knows how to fight.

He gets knocked on his arse anyway.

In Remus’s defense, everyone in the gallery is thrown off their feet as a deafening boom followed closely by clouds of dust and flying debris billow out from the foyer. There’s a wave of force that isn’t natural behind it.

Remus doesn’t catch the worst of it, but he’s still close enough to go down and lose a few seconds to screaming senses and violent dizziness.

The first thing that cuts through the haze is a voice. Most of the time when Remus remembers Sirius’s voice, it’s as he was that last time, distraught and begging for forgiveness. In his better moments, Remus can sometimes remember Sirius’s voice full of laughter and joy.

Now it’s yelling at him.

“Come on, Remus, wake up! I can’t hold this for long!”

Remus obeys. He may have been caught off-guard, but he recovers quickly. Rolling off his back, wand sliding out of his sleeve, Remus is already casting a shield charm by the time he gets up to one knee.

He almost falters when he sees that there’s already one in place. A shimmer in the air that’s catching several violent looking spells. The spell is already flowing out of Remus’s wand though, and just in time, because a volley of spells hit the other shield and it shatters.

“Thank god,” Sirius mutters, an outstretched hand dropping back to his side. It takes Remus a moment to realize that even with no wand, because of course he doesn’t have a wand, Sirius must have cast the shield spell.

He’s standing next to Remus now, practically standing over him, protecting him. His hair and fancy Muggle suit are streaked with grey plaster dust. A cut up near Sirius’s hairline is spilling a thin trail of blood down his cheek.

The world is exploding around them. People are screaming. People are dying. And for several precious seconds, Remus does nothing but drink in the sight of his long lost friend.

Sirius is staring back, his expression wild and otherwise unreadable.

However, now is most definitely not the time to dwell on this impossible thing, this miracle. Remus’s shield might be protecting them from most of the spells shooting out of the dusty chaos, but there’s nothing that can stop a jet of green that flies straight through Remus’s spell and hits a Muggle man in the back.

He’s dead before he hits the floor.

All the other Muggles are screaming and trampling over each other as they rush toward emergency exits or cower behind marble pillars.

Figures are moving through the dust-choked air. They’re wearing tall hoods and masks that hide their faces. There are wands in their hands.

Sirius swears and drops to the floor next to Remus, barely avoiding another killing curse. It hits the wall of portraits behind them instead, obliterating two gilt-framed paintings.  

Then they’re both moving.

It’s instinctual. It’s like breathing.

It’s like the last five years never happened.

As Remus casts hexes and shields, Sirius picks up an abandoned silver serving tray and smashes it into the face of a battle-drunk Death Eater who tries to close in on them.

A kick to a bloodied and broken mask keeps that one down. Sirius ducks behind a priceless sculpture to avoid three curses shooting his way. Then he flings the silver tray like it’s a discus, catching another Death Eater in the shin and making him stumble.

Remus catches this all because even as he fights, he keeps one eye on Sirius. Even if he’s clearly as brave and reckless and ready for a fight as he was at sixteen, Sirius doesn’t have a wand. Not that he seems to need one.

Sirius dodges and ducks like a whirlwind. He improvises weapons, and—astonishingly—he throws wandless charms and hexes. His long, elegant fingers weave and flex in strange patterns as his mouth speaks familiar words.

Between them they manage to take down or hold off several masked attackers while the Muggles flee.

Then the Death Eaters flee.

There must be some unseen and unspoken signal they all recognize, because they pull back and vanish as one.

The air is still thick with dust and people are still screaming, but it’s over. Gasping and shaking, Remus stands in the middle of the wreckage, his wand clutched in a white-knuckled grip. He looks up, and once again, his eyes lock with Sirius’s.

They’re several meters away from each other, and Sirius looks just as winded and shaken as Remus feels. They don’t speak. Words might be entirely beyond Remus for quite a while yet.

He drinks in the sight of Sirius though. When Remus last saw him, Sirius was a boy, handsome and charming to be sure. Now he’s a man, his features sharpened, his shoulders broader. There’s a maturity to him that’s far more than skin deep.

Peter’s patronus, a small, silvery rat appears, scampering through the air between them. Sirius’s jaw drops when Peter’s voice comes spilling from the rat’s mouth. This an Order trick, a spell he’s obviously never seen before.

“Remus, please be okay! Lily’s sent word to Moody, so the Order and the Aurors should both be here any second. Meet us in the foyer. Please, Merlin, don’t be dead!”

Message delivered, the rat twitches its nose and vanishes.

Sirius is also gone.

(Part 14)

#someone we used to know #someone we used to know story post #harry potter au #marauders au #wolfstar #jily #first war with voldemort

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“And all the hardships melted away.”

WHEN THE CHARACTERS FROM HARRY POTTER REALIZE THEY LOVE YOU, AND WHAT THOSE THREE LITTLE WORDS MEAN TO THEM...

G O L D E N  T R I O  E R A :

Harry Potter

I imagine that Harry has always been a little hesitant of love. He knows just how important it is and what big of a difference it can make, so he’s always been careful to not say it without really meaning it. Harry is the last person to say ‘I love you’ without meaning it, and if he’s being completely honest, he’s a bit afraid of it. He’s seen how it can tear people apart and change them for the worse (Hermione loving Ron). Harry probably realizes he loves you once he’s lost you, or is about to lose you. He’ll be afraid to say he loves you because he doesn’t want to get your (and his as well) hopes up for it to not be the real deal. When he does say it, he’ll say it over and over again until it doesn’t make sense anymore, and then he’d apologize for not saying it in the fist place.

Ron Weasley

Let’s be real here, Ron doesn’t even know. Like, he has five older brothers and he has heard many (and I mean many) stories of what love is supposed to be. He’s heard all about the perfect time to say ‘I love you’ (although he doesn’t exactly trust what Fred and George say) and it’s because of this that he has all of these expectations and doesn’t quite know if he’ll ever meet them. So he waits. He waits until one day when he sees you stand up to someone or sass a teacher or something and he just knows. Going off of his gut feeling (his stomach has never lied to him before) he grabs you by the hand and whispers it almost uncertainly. Then he says it again with the cutest smile and you can’t help but pull him close and whisper “I know.”

Hermione Granger

Hermione has read about love in books, and she’s always well... romanticized what it would be like. But she’s always wanted to love someone and have someone love her in return. When she says that she loves you, it’s probably after one of you said a joke. She was looking into your eyes and at that moment everything seemed perfect, and it came out with the laugh, and when she realizes that she says it, her eyes grow wide and she bites her lip. “...I think.” And then you mumble, “You think too much.”

Neville Longbottom

Neville is a total romantic. He’s probably practiced saying ‘I love you’ in the mirror and probably psyched himself to say it multiple times but ended up saying something else with a sheepish grin. He’s always wanted to love someone because he’s always missed the love of his parents and always wanted to have a love as strong as his parents. So when he finally does say it, he says it softly as he kisses your forehead, and then he laughs, yelling the words out for everyone to hear. The two of you laughed and then he looks at you. “I’ve been meaning to say that.”

Luna Lovegood

Let’s be honest, Luna wouldn’t even mess around. If she loved you, she’d come out and say it, and then probably start talking about something else. To her love is just another emotion, and we all know that she is in touch with her emotions. She’s always known that love was possible, and Luna is so unafraid of being herself that telling you wasn’t hard at all. It was just expressing how she felt, and for a moment, you just look at her, open mouthed and she tips her head to the side. “What?” You blink a couple times but then smile. “It’s just that... well... I love you too.”

Ginny Weasley

Ginny (not movie Ginny, book Ginny) was totally skilled in matters of love by the time she was ready to handle it. I mean, she had six older brothers and Merlin knows that they screwed up. She’s heard all about how they met their significant others and knows all the stories of when they said those three words. Basically, when she says it she’s so smooth and it sounds so natural that at first you just nod. Then you do a double take. “Say what now?” And she just has this smile about her. “Do I honestly need to say it again?” And then you two kiss.

M A R A U D E R  E R A :

Remus Lupin

Let’s be real here, Remus was terrified of love. He was more afraid of it than anything else, and when he noticed that he was starting to fall he had a mid-life crisis that he never really recovered from. He had to be honestly, positively, truly, and siriusly sure that it was real, and that you were the one. Because was his feelings worth the danger that he would be putting you in? And was he even sure that you liked him that way too? Because if you were to not reciprocate, it would break his heart. Shatter it in two and things would never be the same again. So he waits. And he waits. Until one day you are afraid and scared, and tears might have been running down your face and Remus just holds you and tells you everything is going to be fine, and it slips out before he can stop it, and he knows in that moment that what he said was real because it had happened so subconsciously, and you just hold him tighter, whispering into his sweater, “Me too. Me too.”

Sirius Black

You were with someone else, and it was because you looked so happy that Sirius never said it. The words may have been something he threw around casually, but loving someone was different from saying it. Loving you was doing the little things, knowing things about you that no one else knew, and making it so that you were happy. When he finally says it to you it’s because you’ve broken up with that someone else and you two were arguing about whether or not that someone really did love you. “(Your Name) that’s not what love is!” and you two were shouting at each other. “And what? You know what love is? There’s some secret meaning that only you, Sirius Black, have the capacity to understand? Really? Who have you ever loved?” And there are tears being shed and you can’t even see clearly anymore. “You!” It comes out as a shout, and everything goes dead silent for a moment before Sirius repeats ‘I love you’ over and over and over again until his words aren’t even words at all.

James Potter

Despite popular belief, James had never said those words before. In all honesty, he thought love was a bit superficial and fake. He knew that it had hurt when Lily had rejected him, but he didn’t relly think it was because of love, but because it hurt to be rejected from anything. Love was just a label to him. It wasn’t exactly real, it was just something that people got their hopes up for and then were disappointed. This might have been due to the fact that his parents weren’t exactly the definition of love. They tolerated each other and James thought that was it. Love was a myth. But when he met you, things started to change. He thought it was friendship (he was well versed with that) but he could tell that it was changing into something more. When he finally said those words, it was in an unspecial moment. You were just hanging out, but there was something so beautiful about the way you smiled that the words came out of his lips. It was like he needed to say them and from that moment on, he’d say it every chance he got to make up for the lost time.

AND FLUFF ENSUES *tell me who I should do in the next one*

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