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panandinpain0 · 2 years

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Reminiscing Can Hurt

Hello and welcome to my writing!

I'm Author Max, at your service, and I wanted to write more gay stuff- HAPPY PRIDE MONTH- because I'm gay and so are other people <3

Remus Lupin x Male!Reader

This won't follow the books or movies like... at all... BUT CUT ME SOME SLACK I'M JUST TRYING TO HAVE FUN AND BE GAY

Harry is in like, what, his 5th year? Yeah. And you're all in Grimmauld Place for summer holidays. :)

Oh, also? You and Remus raised Harry because I said so and he deserves to be treated like a normal human being and raised as such.

Sorry- one more thing; watch out for kind of a twist because I hate angst/sad things so I pretend no one dies ever :3

Thank you for reading! (Sorry for the long intro)

(Y/N) was leaning his back against the counter as he watched Molly cook next to him. You see, he offered his help, but knowing his luck in the kitchen Molly declined. He probably would've burnt the house down.

Sighing from boredom (Y/N) kicked off the counter and made his way out of the kitchen, down the hall to the living room where everyone else was. He walked in on Remus hunched over and whispering to the kids around him who were copying his pose. None of them had noticed his entrance so he quietly tiptoed closer to the group and were able to pick up bits and pieces of what they were saying.

Remus was holding a picture that he had found of the Marauders at Hogsmeade during winter, snow decorating their hats and rosy pink faces. He was seemingly telling the story behind the picture.

"See, (Y/N) had just slipped-"

(Y/N) snuck up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, quickly taking the picture from his hand and looking at it. The group startled, backing up and looking at you while you stayed low next to Remus.

"If I remember correctly, I didn't slip, you tripped me," he scoffed, smirking at Remus.

"No, I was your hero! I caught you and saved you from a very cold and hard stone death!" Remus dramatized, wrapping an arm around his husbands waist and pulling him into his lap.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, my love." He kissed Remus' temple and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, his legs hanging off the side of the chair they were in.

"Get back to the story," Harry basically whined, tugging at the bottom of his coat sleeves. (Well, technically (Y/N)'s coat, but he had given it to Harry seeing as it didn't fit you anymore.)

"How about you tell it, since you remember it better," Remus prompted him, kissing his cheek.

"What's going on in here?" Sirius asked as he skipped down the stairs.

"Uncle (Y/N) was just about to tell us the story of this picture," Harry informed.

"Ohoho, I've got to get in on this!" Sirius chuckled and sat on the chair next to Remus and (Y/N).

"Alright, but no interruptions Padfoot!" (Y/N) warned, waggling a scolding finger at Sirius.

"Can't make any promises." He winked at the kids for extra effect.

"So it was probably mid-day and we were finished buying everything we wanted. Peter-" Sirius and Remus grimaced but (Y/N) continued unfazed- "wanted to get a picture of us all. So James and Lily got all cute and pretty and stood up like good little children for the picture."

Sirius and Remus snorted at your wording and the kids snickered under their breaths.

"All jokes aside everyone was ready for the photo, but as Peter went to take it, our lovely Remus right here swiped my feet out from under me!" (Y/N) exclaimed, looking at the kids with wide eyes.

"I told you, you slipped!" Remus shot back with a wide, teasing smile. Mischief bubbled behind his eyes and everyone knew he was lying, not that he would admit it.

"Remus John Lupin, don't even try to convince me otherwise! And then, to top things off, he caught me in a way that would portray him as the hero in the permanent picture!" (Y/N) rolled his eyes, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"So chivalrous," Hermione teased sarcastically, making (Y/N) laugh and nod.

"It's alright, we got over it," Remus assured, holding (Y/N) tight in his lap.

"Do you guys ever miss Hogwarts?" Ron asked.

Letting out a bittersweet sigh (Y/N) looked at the boys.

"For many reasons, yes. A lot. I miss Hogwarts with almost every fiber of my being," (Y/N) whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.

"I'm afraid I'd have to agree," Sirius responded, trying to keep a smile on his face.

"Me, as well," Remus added.

"Dinner!" Molly shouted from the kitchen.

"Well, we'd better eat. But we'd love to hear more of your stories from Hogwarts some other time!" Hermione said eagerly as she stood, Harry and Ron agreeing with the same enthusiasm. Everyone stood and walked to the kitchen, (Y/N) following behind them all.

"Hey Love, I'm just going to look for something Molly couldn't find earlier in the closet. I'll be with you in a bit," (Y/N) informed Remus, making him cast a worried look over his lovers face before kissing his knuckles, walking into the kitchen.

(Y/N) shut the closet door behind him and lit his wand in the dark space. He sat down next to the wall and let the tears gather up in his eyes. He couldn't believe he was still grieving. After this long, he still missed his friends Lily and James. He missed everyone they had lost in the war. He tried to keep his sobs quiet, wiping at his tears ferociously.

He gasped as a bright light suddenly entered his vision, blue casting over his face in the dark closet. A portal stood in front of him, blue and never ending. With wide, teary eyes he watched it with an open mouth. Suddenly he heard James laughing, Lily's giggling accompanying it. Regulus said something gruffly to them and then all sounds stopped.

"H-hello?" (Y/N) whispered into the quiet.

"(Y/N)?" James said- and then suddenly the portal disappeared.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Remus asked as (Y/N) sat down at the table, appearing distraught but no signs of tears marked his face. (Thank goodness for magic.)

"I... I'll tell you later, yeah?" (Y/N) smiled unconvincingly at his husband who simply nodded, trying not to pry.

I don't like character deaths 👍

Thanks again for reading! (It was lowkey probably the worst thing I've written)

-Author Max <3

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wastelandmoony · 1 year

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Electric Warrior

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: The visions become more frequent as she finds a mysterious box of items at her childhood home.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings

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The shrill ring of the phone woke her from a restless sleep. Blindly running her hand along the mattress, she felt the empty sheets slide through her fingers. Tommy must have left for work already. The shrieking of the phone again made her groan into the pillow. She sat up and reached for the receiver on the nightstand.

“Hullo?” She rasped, voice heavy with sleep.

“What’re you doing still in bed?!”

Her best friend Kate was never one for proper greetings.

“Shut up it’s only…” she glanced over at the alarm clock, 11:30am, “…shit.”

She ran a hand over her face.

“D’ya want to come shopping today? I was thinking of doing Camden Market,” Kate cheerfully crackled through the line.

“Sure, yeah. Give me a few minutes, I’ll meet you at the station.”

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Kate was bouncing up and down by the time she showed up.

“How are you chipper this early on a Saturday?” She grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in her jeans and docs. The sudden awakening this morning had left her with zero desire to put effort into her appearance, leading to a pair of faded jeans and the same maroon and gold jumper from the night prior. Still not able to remember where exactly she had gotten it from, though it was quickly becoming her favorite article of clothing.

“It’s past noon, get it together,” Kate gave a side-eye glare as she pinched the sleeve of the maroon sweater, “where’d you get this, it’s cute.”

She shrugged her off as the train approached, “Found it.”

Kate bore the largest share of the conversation on the way to Camden, talking animatedly about her new girlfriend and their plans on adopting a dog.

“Look at this little black shaggy one! Isn’t he sweet?” She showed her a clipped photo from the classified ad section of the paper.

Nodding half-heartedly, she barely took a look at the photo, still feeling entirely burnt out. The scruffy looking dog in the photo made her scowl, “He looks like he’d be a problem.”

The market was packed, which was to be expected for a Saturday right before the holidays. They wound through the rows of stalls, peeking through stacks of vintage shirts, leather bags, and quirky knick-knacks. I need to get Tommy a Christmas gift, she made a mental note as she flipped through a stack of cds for sale. A motorcycle engine roared to life nearby, drawing her attention just as Kate rejoined her side. The man straddling the seat looked in their direction, throwing his helmet on before riding off. She stared at his retreating form, the flutter of something thumping in her chest. A strange longing pulled at her heartstrings, she wanted to be on the back of that bike. Exhaust filled her nose and she closed her eyes, feeling the wind blow through her hair, gripping onto soft leather, hearing a man calling her name, “Alright, love?! Look down—”

“Hey!” Kate called from inside a stall, “fancy a pint? We can grab food at the pub down the road.”

She nodded a response, shaking the other voice from her head, eyes still focused on the motorcycle in the distance.

The two made their way down High Street, growing closer toward the canal until they found the pub. Choosing a spot by the window overlooking the street, they ordered drinks and food, and Kate began to give a run down of what she bought back at the market. Tuning in and out of the conversation, the stone bridge just on the other side of the street was distracting her. Her eyes kept leaping over towards it, consciously being sucked in by some invisible force. As she stared at the worn stones, a sudden rush of emotion crashed over her.

She could feel the stones cutting into her back, the rough edges grinding against her spine. The smell of smoke, leather, and warm spice filled her senses as she gripped onto something silky and dark. A word was on the tip of her tongue, begging to be let out as she felt her body on the precipice of convulsion.

Si—

“Hey!” Kate’s snapping brought her back. She blinked a few times, trying to grasp onto what just happened. It was a memory, but she couldn’t remember ever being in this part of the city let alone near that bridge.

“Sorry…I zoned out for a second. Work has me going nuts,” she offered a sheepish smile as an apology, while Kate slid over another pint.

It started to get dark as they left the pub, the majority of the tourists leaving the area at that point, blanketing the dark streets with a peaceful quiet save for a few passing cars and pedestrians. The two women made their way back to the tube, passing by the market once more. She glanced over as they crossed the road, and caught a glimpse of a person in a familiar wool coat walking amongst the stalls. Upon a double take, they were gone, the soft glow of the Christmas lights illuminating the empty market.

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December 23rd, 1998

One last day of work before the holiday break.

She just had to make it through one more bloody day.

The museum was usually busy the week leading up a holiday, many schools opting field trips rather than a usual lesson plan before a long break. On her lunch hour she made the familiar journey upstairs to the Print gallery, taking a seat in front of Circe. The gallery was quiet, with only a few other visitors slowly meandering throughout. She opened her tattered copy of Emily Bronte poems and began to lose herself in the words. A figure walked up beside the bench, paying her no mind as he stared ahead at the print. She looked over and was met with the sandy haired man from last week. She felt slightly uneasy by his returning presence, but decided to make light of it.

“Are you stalking me?” She laughed lightly, looking up as he turned towards the question, taking a seat on the bench beside her.

He smiled slightly, “No, i’m not stalking you—”

She hadn’t gotten a look at his face last time, but he was younger than she initially believed, he had to be in his late thirties at least. Silver scars were etched across his skin, the largest spanning from his left eyebrow to his right cheekbone. His sandy hair was wavy in a slightly unruly way, strands of grey peaking through the sides. The most striking part about him were his eyes. Hazel with deep greens and warm browns; a forest after a heavy rain. Something about them calmed her.

“—I live nearby, so I come here a lot.”

She smiled, “A fellow art purveyor, I see.”

He chuckled, the sound warming her chest, “I guess you could say that,” he motioned down to the book in her lap, “Good choice.”

“Oh,” she giggled, “Yeah, I love Bronte. I like poetry in general, but she’s my favorite. I love her duality; she can devastate with a single line, or completely romanticize the mundane.”

His eyes bore into her, and it might have been a trick of the light, but she could have sworn they flashed gold for a split second.

“That’s a beautiful way of putting it,” he grinned.

Something was pulling her towards this stranger. Was he even a stranger anymore? This was technically not their first meeting. She decided to throw caution to the wind and tell him her name, something that he accepted with a smirk.

“I’m Remus, it’s a pleasure,” he shook her hand and she noticed he had scars on them as well. She wondered what they were from.

“Remus?” She raised an eyebrow at his unconventional moniker.

He chucked, “It’s ridiculous, I know…”

She shook her head vehemently, “No! I was actually going to say I think it’s very cool, like the myth. Were you also raised by a wolf, Remus?” she joked.

He made an amused face, “Well, some have claimed as such…”

Unsure of how to react, she just chose to laugh, eliciting another brief smile from Remus.

She glanced down at her watch, “Shit, I have to go, my break is up.”

He stood when she rose from the bench, extending his hand again as she took it.

“It was great speaking with you, again,” she laughed. He inclined his head and gave a closed smile.

“Enjoy your Christmas, Remus,” she waved before heading back down toward her office.

The smell of soot filled her nose as she cleared the doorway of the gallery. Someone was screaming, though it sounded far away she could still make out the words.

“Help! Get Mum!” The male’s voice yelled, and her body went cold.

She could smell blood.

“He’s lost a lot of blood, Monty…” a woman’s voice, calmer but filled with urgency rang out.

She looked around the corridor; there was a few families around, none of which were in a panic.

What the fuck was going on?

She needed to sit down.

Quickly, she walked back down to her office, trying to breathe normally as her mind raced. She’d experienced deja vu a handful of times in her life, like everyone, but these memory flashes were something different entirely. These weren’t just a vague sense of repeating a moment, these were intense emotional snippets that encompassed her entire senses. She sat down at her desk, resting her forehead on the wooden surface. Even equal breaths calmed her slightly, the thought of seeing her parents for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow made her feel even better.

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December 24th, 1998

“Mum, do you need help with anything?”

Her small childhood home was filled with the traditional scents of Christmas: crisp pine, roasted turkey, a crackling fire, and a subtle hint of chocolate. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she could breathe.

Her mother waved her off as she flitted around the kitchen, stirring pots and chopping vegetables for dinner. Tommy and her dad were laughing loudly at a rerun of an old Fawlty Towers episode playing in the living room.

“Actually darling,“ her mother chimed, looking up from the stove, “could you set the table? The good plates are in your old bedroom, in the box labeled ‘entertaining’.”

She nodded and made her way towards the stairs.

“Don’t forget the serving tray too!” Her mother called after her.

The pale carpet underfoot was worn down, years of traffic from her racing up and down the hallways, galloping through the house while creating elaborate fantasy worlds about witches and kings and dragons. Her old bedroom stood at the end of the hall, the white paint on the door flaking off in spots where she had meticulously placed stickers when she was 8 years old. The walls inside were still a faint lilac, but the furniture had all been sold years ago, replaced with random boxes and used as extra storage space. The only thing left was a tall bookshelf, filled with memorabilia from her childhood that she didn’t take when she moved out. She ran her fingers over the books on the middle shelf, remembering when she would beg for just ‘one more chapter’ as her mom nodded off at her bedside.

She looked up at the higher shelves, glancing over the plastic horses and discarded crayon boxes, stopping on a box perched on the very top of the bookcase, wedged against the ceiling. Dumping out a crate filled with old magazines, she flipped it over and used it as a stool, reaching up and wrenching the cardboard box free. It wasn’t heavy, but she still handled it with the utmost care as it was placed onto the floor. Sitting cross legged, she examined the old box. It wasn’t secured shut, just held closed by the top flaps. There was writing on the side, scribbled in hurried handwriting:

Do not open unless instructed - RL

She scrunched her eyebrows, RL? She didn’t know anyone with those initials…

Carelessly ignoring the etched instructions, she unfolded the top flaps and peered inside.

It was…normal stuff?

Old vinyl records caught her eye first, flipping through to see some Bowie, Zeppelin, and Queen albums. One in the back of the stack was particularly torn up, and she lifted it carefully to find T-Rex’s Electric Warrior.

“Oh wow…I haven’t heard them in ages…” she whispered incredulously. Maybe she’d take this home with her.

A wooden stick tumbled from behind one of the albums as she pulled out the record, rolling forward into her hand. The golden wood shone in the light, small carvings peppered from one end towards the middle. She picked it up, and it instantly her palm felt a faint warmth.

Weird.

As she twirled the stick in between her fingers, walking the vinyl over towards the ancient record player on the floor by the window. She remembered her mother always yelling to turn the music down as the Beatles would blast through the speakers early on Sundays, her dad dancing with her around the house making breakfast.

Moving the needle to the first track, Mambo Sun crackled through the dust covered speakers as she sat back next to the box. Closing her eyes, she drummed the stick against the carpet in time, moving her shoulders to the music. As the song wound down, she continued rummaging through the mystery box, picking up a leather-bound book and flipping through the yellowed pages.

All of them were empty.

She tapped the stick against her leg to Cosmic Dancer, running a thumb over the blank parchment. This would make a cool sketchbook actually, she thought.

Tapping in time against the open book, she leaned forward to take another look into the box when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Words were slowly appearing on the once blank pages. Her hands began to shake as she read them:

I know it’s stupid, writing to you when I know you won’t ever receive it, but I just need to feel a sense of normalcy. I miss you, every single day, I miss you. I hope you’ll forgive me, fuck, I hope I survive long enough to try and fix things. More people have disappeared, Marlene is gone. I’m not sure how much more we can stand to lose, the Order is barely standing, I’m barely standing. I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re enjoying your life.

The opposite page began to fill with words as well, the handwriting becoming more frantic:

They’re dead. They’re both gone, Peter is missing and presumed dead too. I don’t know why I’m writing this, again, I just know you’d be able to find something to say if you were here. I’m so lost, I don’t know if I can survive this. I need you.

She quickly tore through the remaining pages, all of which remained blank, save for the very last one:

It’s finally over. We won. I’m going to find you, please forgive me.

She gripped the book tightly, searching for any answers to the questions swirling around her mind. Who wrote this? Who is RL and why did her parents have this box hidden away?

The door to the bedroom opened, her father stood in the door way as she looked up from the floor. His eyes shot to the wooden stick in her hand, resting on the open book, then to the box on the carpet. Quickly, he ripped both items from her grasp, tossing them into the cardboard box and hoisting it back onto the top of the bookshelf.

“Dad—“ she murmured, “—what was all of that stuff? Who’s is it?”

He walked over to the record player, removing the needle, “Your mother told me to come look for you, you’re supposed to be setting the table.”

Rising from the floor, she found the box filled with dishes against the far wall.

“Sorry, I got distracted. I found that box, and then the records, and then I found a weird sketchbook that had disappearing ink in it—”

Her father froze as he took the dishes from her.

“—something about people dying, or going missing or something…someone named Peter? It was weird. Who’s RL by the way? Why is it written on the side?”

He looked her in the eye, gripping her arm tightly, “Do not go looking in that again. Do you understand me?” His voice was stern, with an edge to it that she hadn’t heard since she was younger.

“Y-yes dad, I’m sorry…” she whimpered as he let go.

“Good. Now grab the serving tray, your mum’s about to have a fit,” He grabbed the plates and headed downstairs, leaving her more confused that she already had been.

She glanced up at the box, and listened to her father’s retreating footsteps. Quickly and without a sound, she leapt up onto the crate, tearing down the box and grabbing the sketchbook and wooden stick. Concealing both under her sweater, she replaced the box and picked up the serving tray, dumping her hidden items into her purse as she passed it on the stairs.

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seriuslymoons · 5 months

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After Story

Remus sat on the dusty bed. It obviously hadn't been touched in a while, the whole room looked like it hadn't been touched in some time. Besides one photo by the bed. There were marks from a hand placed face down. The dust still sat on Remus' fingers from facing the picture down, he couldn't bear to look at the faces in the picture.

It had been several months since Sirius died, Remus couldn't really remember how long, just months. Months without seeing his goofy smile, months without feeling Sirius rough hand in his own. It was killing Remus inside. All of his friends were now dead, all of the people who had cared about him in the past, the ones who would do anything for him and he'd do anything for them. And now he was alone.

Sirius' cousin 'Tonks' had been trying to get his attention for a while, but Remus refused. Remus could see his smile in Tonks' and he couldn't bear that right now. Remus didn't even want to go to that stupid wedding, but he would have to, he was part of the group standing guard.

After some time of sitting there, staring blankly at the poster-covered wall in front of him, most of the poster contained muggle women with very little clothing. Such a Sirius thing. Remus let out a small huff resembling a laugh at the thought. He looked around the room, the weird wallpaper, slightly burnt gryffindor flags on the walls (Probably Walburga trying to get them down but failing). Remus' eyes landed on the photograph.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out, flinching when his hand got closer as if the picture would reach out and bite him. He finally picked it up and turned it over. The smiling faces of Sirius, James, and Peter huddled together, and himself standing a bit to the side smiling at them. The picture moved, showing them laughing and messing around. It had been taken at the Potters home the summer Sirius ran away. He must have got it back from Monty and Effie before he was sent to Azkaban and stashed it here. Another picture on the wall was of him and his brother. Sirius standing proudly, but looking very unhappy, and his little brother Reggie, who was sitting in a chair next to him, then same scowl that the boy had at Hogwarts.

"Oh Sirius, you idiot." Remus said, his voice shaky and uneven. "I love you." Remus whispered before putting the picture back, facing it normally and getting up from the bed. Before he left the room, Remus opened the closet door, a box sat on the ground, the contents spilled everywhere. Letter, Polaroid pictures of the marauders & co, Sirius old video camera. It all sat there, a layer of dust covering it all. Who got into this? Remus wondered, but he shrugged it off.

He put everything back in the box and took it, along with Sirius' very worn and very loved leather jacket. 12 Grimmauld Place now belongs to Harry, that's what Sirius wanted. Remus was allowed to stay there as well, but he couldn't bring himself to stay. So he took what he wanted and left the rest for Harry. (Plus some of the stuff on that video camera is not meant for others' eyes) As Remus left, some of the other people who came to help clean up the house were sitting in the dining room area.

Remus didn't know how long he'd locked himself in Sirius' old bedroom, but it was dark out now so Remus had to guess about two or three hours. Remus had lost Sirius once, a few people had noticed how broken he was that time as well. This time was different though. He had truly and Utterly lost the one person who was both his best friend, and his lover. Although nobody knew that they were more than old friends. Only Peter, James, and Lily knew that. But they were all as dead as Remus felt. Minnie had a suspicion, since she had caught them holding hands once when they were in school, that day was fun. Well, not for Remus but Sirius seemed to think it was funny.

God, why did I have to lose him too? Remus thought as he walked out the door of the old Black house. He ignored people trying to talk to him as he walked out, and then walked across the street to the forested park to apparate back to the flat he was staying in at the time.

The flat was quiet, almost too quiet. That's how it was, quiet, sad, dark. Remus couldn't bring himself to play music, or turn on the lights to see the collection Sirius had given to him after he got out. He gently placed the box on the coffee table, but kept a firm grip on the leather jacket as if it would disappear.

Remus got ready for bed, then pulled the leather jacket over his shoulders. It fit because Sirius had broader shoulders then Remus. Plus Remus was skinnier from being a spy amongst the werewolves and from Sirius death. Remus laid down but couldn't fall asleep.

He had always had nightmares. Even when he was in school, the death of Sirius replaying in his head over and over again was worse than all the other nightmares by ten fold. So, he cuddled that stupid leather jacket Sirius bought in their seventh year. That stupid leather jacket that Sirius wore everywhere, that stupid leather jacket he worshiped. The same leather jacket that Sirius put patches and had even scribbled on in some places. And tried to rest.

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ghost-crowns · 3 years

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Black Family Reunion: 1961

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multifandomrandomgirl · 2 years

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An Unexpected Order Sirius Black!Sister Reader PT8

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"Well, well, well," Sirius smirked evilly as Remus and I eventually emerged from his room to get breakfast.

"No." I sat down and grabbed one of the empty plates and began to serve myself some of the food that Molly had cooked. Remus did the same, pressed a kiss to my forehead and then sat and began to eat his food.

"We totally going to ignore me?" Sirius groaned, slamming his fork onto the table in frustration. Remus and I continued to eat our food in silence. The werewolf's hand rested on my leg as he finished up his food.

Sirius groaned in dismay as we continued to ignore him, he waved hands in front of our faces, trying desperately to grab our attention away from the empty plates in front of us. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." Sirius chanted, getting louder and louder with each repetition of my name.

Remus suddenly stood up, pushed back his chair and picked me up, he then took off running down the hallway and back upstairs. "Re-" His lips cut off whatever sentence I had formed.

We stayed like that up until the door burst open and my brother charged through and threw himself onto Remus' bed, where the werewolf had brought me up to.

"Padfoot," Remus said warningly, raising his eyebrow. "Can't a guy come and check up on his favourite sister ever?" Sirius said, pulling out his puppy eyes, Remus and I groaned loudly.

"She's fine and really wants you to leave so she can carry on talking to your best friend." I gently shoved my brother over to the other side of the bed. Sirius let out an overly exaggerated howl of pain.

"You've killed me, you've killed me!" He rolled around, crumpling the crisp, neat grey sheets that adorned Remus' bed. "Never have I met such a dramatic person in my life." Remus sniggered, pressing a kiss to my lips as my older brother continued his dramatised roll of pain.

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"Y/N?" Remus' arms shot around from behind me, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I stared blankly at the wall covered in the family tree of the most ancient and noble house of Black, eight faces burnt off the tree.

The first face was that of Iola Black, the great-great-great aunt of my brothers and I, burnt off because she married Bob, a muggle, and that lost her status as a member of the Black family.

Then there was Phineas, my great-great-uncle Phineas, he supported muggle rights which led to him being removed from the family.

My great uncle Marius was the third face to be burnt off because he was a squib.

My second cousin, twice-removed, Cedrella was removed as well due to the fact she married Septimus Weasley, a known 'blood-traitor'.

My great-uncle Alphard was blasted off for giving money to a certain someone known as my brother. My cousin Andromeda was blasted off as she married a muggle man, just like Iola.

The sixth and the eighth face were to the left of the photo of Regulus, Regulus. The sixth face was Sirius, who was blasted off not only for being Gryffindor but for having run away to live with the Potters just before his sixth year was my face.

The eighth face was my face; I was sorted into Hufflepuff, but that was not the reason. Nor was it my refusal to join the Death-Eaters when I was sixteen.

It was because I wasn't him.

My mother burnt me off of the family tree because it was Regulus that died and not me, she never forgave me for his death even though it wasn't my fault - Reggie had been on his own secret mission, only Kreacher was supposed to know but he spilt it to me because he wanted someone to save his beloved master.

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"It should have been you." Mum aimed her wand at me, not even the dining table could save me from her wrath at this point. "Mum." My voice wavers as she moves her way around the kitchen in order to get closer to me.

"No, Regulus never deserved this. You are so selfish, if you'd joined the Death-Eaters like I had asked you, Regulus wouldn't have been alone, you'd have been there to sacrifice your life for his, he was the best thing I ever had and your selfishness of trying to be like your older brother is the reason that my only child has been taken away from me." She screamed, her wand directly pointing at my throat.

"I doubt that I could have prevented his death." I whisper, knowing for a fact that I wouldn't be able to save him, even if I had have been with him. "Nonsense, you just don't want to sacrifice your pathetic little life to save the only good thing that Orion and I ever produced." My mother screamed, her wand prodding into my skin.

"Crucio." Walburga said, her face no longer showed any emotion, she was a blank canvas. The curse hit me, I crumpled to the floor, the pain washing over in powerful waves, I held back the screams of pain, knowing that she'd worsen the curse if she noticed my pain.

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That was seventeen years ago to this day.

"Y/n?" Remus pressed a kiss to the side of my head, bringing me back from my memories, I turn around to face him.

"You okay?" He asked, concern was illustrated in his facial expression.

"Regulus." I murmur, a tear sliding down my cheek. "Hey, hey. Shh." Remus pulled me in closer to him. "What about him?"

"It's been seventeen years."I sigh, the tears cascading down quicker. "Since he?" Remus stopped himself. I nod.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know." Remus drags us onto the floor, his legs spread out, I sat in between them, my back leaning against his stomach and his arms wrapped tightly around me. "I-" I hiccup, the crying impacting my speech.

"Do you ever think that he may be alive still?" A voice called from the doorway.

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scvrllet · 3 years

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General Harry Potter Headcanons Because Why Not

CONTAINS: Mentions of death/murder, small implications of abuse, and that's about it I'm sure. These are also general headcanons and are not reader inserts

AUTHORS NOTE: All headcanons are my own personal ones except for those marked with (*) which are popular one's I've read online. Enjoy! [HP MASTERLIST]

Newt Scamander, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are on the aspec spectrum because I am asexual and said so. (Extras; Luna is grey-ace while Hermione and Draco are demi)

Regulus flinches when someone raises their hand quickly and gets scared when someone that he is close to goes silent (whether it be after an argument or for no reasons). He tries to hide it but they can usually see right through his act. They all know Walburga did a number on him no matter how much she may have favored him over Sirius

Speaking of Walburga, the reason she hates Sirius so much is that she sees a lot of herself in him. She didn’t want to get married to Orion, she had her own lover who was a Halfblood or Muggleborn but Orion found out and, wanting to keep the bloodline pure, proposed to her knowing she would be shunned if she denied. She became much more cold and strict once they got married, much to Orion's pleasure. When Sirius was later born and she saw so much of her younger self in him, her love for him quickly turned to envy. On the night Sirius ran away, Walburga kept her composure until night fell and she cried. Cried because he was able to do what she wasn't able to, cried because he was hopefully happier, and cried because she had officially lost her first child. She avoids his burnt off portrait on the family tree for this reason

Harry and Cho often found each other in the library late at night when both couldn't sleep. Harry would be sat at a table far away trying to do homework in attempt to distract himself and Cho would be reading a book. One night, Cho came up to his table with two cups of tea and took the seat across from him. Harry didn't say anything but she caught his small smile. They made it a routine every night for whoever gets to their table last has to bring tea and biscuits (and without getting caught by anyone). They would be exhausted when morning Quidditch practice came but it never stopped their late night meet ups in the library. When she started dating Cedric however, those late nights in the library together stopped. Harry would only go to the library when he struggled to sleep from the nightmares and such but there was no longer a cup of tea and bag of biscuits for him and when Cedric died, he hesitated before getting out of bed and heading down the tower. When he arrived to their spot in the library and saw a familiar figure sitting in the seat that has been vacant for so long, he felt his heart ache. Setting down two cups of tea, a bag of biscuits, and a book he knew she loved to read when she needed comfort, he didn't know how to react when she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as she cried. Taken aback by the sudden action, it took him a moment before wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry until she no longer could

In the afterlife, the first person Sirius saw was Regulus. He offered nothing but his extended hand and after a short moment of eying the boy Sirius once called brother, he grabbed it and pulled him to his chest in a hug. That was the first time Sirius had ever seen his brother cry

Killing Marlene was what got Peter his dark mark* and every time he finds himself missing his friends, he'll look at his forearm and remind himself that he has no right to. And every time the dark mark is cast in the sky or used to call upon Voldemort, he hears Marlene scream

Draco was chased by the peacocks outside Malfoy Manor at least once. If you saw my post about this last year (this one), I still fully believe that this has had to happen before

Regulus was an animagus. His form took the form of a cat, more well known as Crookshanks*

Remus was actually good friends with Regulus during their Hogwarts years. They wouldn't say much, but it was enough to put Regulus at ease knowing that his brother was doing well*

Speaking of the Black Brothers, a pile of unopened letters sealed with the Black family crest sat in a drawer of Sirius' desk before he was arrested. Sirius never got the chance to read the letters signed "Your brother, R.A.B"

On James and Lily's wedding day, the two spent the entire morning before together, much to Lily's mothers dismay who believed it was 'bad luck to see the bride before the wedding'. The young couple brushed it off, not quite believing in those "silly beliefs" but perhaps she was right all along.

After graduating Hogwarts, Harry went to his parents vault and Gringotts and found several items left behind but what caught his eye was a photo, hidden in plain sight. It was in a small frame and the photo itself was of a women with red hair, green eyes and a kind smile sitting beside a man who had messy black locks and brown eyes. The women had her head resting on the mans shoulder, smiling as she looked at the child in his arms. Enchanted to move, Harry watched as the man made the child give the women a kiss. Harry didn't realize he was crying until a tear fell onto the photo and he quickly went to wipe it away, scared he would ruin the photo

During his years at Hogwarts, after he ran away more specifically, Sirius got many tattoos. Each and everyone had a special meaning to them that all his friends knew but no one could quite understand the significance of the tattoo on his upper forearm that was just a single raven bird. Back at 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus smiled at the ravens perched outside his window. They were always his favourite bird

And that’s all for now! :))

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Mia

Summary: It’s not really an unplanned pregnancy if you planned it once - even it was twenty years ago, right?

Or the road leading to James and Lily’s baby number two. (Part of the Jily Lives AU)

Note: To be edited later with a link to AO3 as soon as this gets a title. Edited with the link to AO3 if you prefer. Also, this time there is mention of Sirius and Remus being alive because after the last one, I felt guilty.

Warning for... mentions of sex. That’s how babies are made after all.

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They are in bed, Lily’s head over his chest while he caresses her hair, both still recovering their breaths when she first talks about it.

'How do you feel about another?'

James raises his eyebrows.

'I don't know if I should be happy you enjoyed so much you already want more or if I should be concerned you are not satisfied, Lily'.

'What? No -' she giggles, turning in bed to stare at him, her auburn hair floating around her. 'I meant about another child'.

James is silent for a few seconds, considering it.

'So that means you are not satisfied'.

She rolls her eyes, but James can see the amusement in her face.

'In bed with you, yes, I am', she assures, placing a soft kiss on his chest, over his heart. 'But about kids, I've been thinking about it'.

James bits his lips.

'You know how I feel about it', he whispers. 'I hated so much being an only child that I found myself brothers as soon as I could'.

'Yeah and you did propose to me mentioning how you would like a house full of kids - enough to fill a Quidditch team, if I remember correctly'.

'I was babbling, afraid you were going to refuse me! You know you can't use someone's desperate proposal against him'.

She smiles softly.

'So you don't want a bunch of children?'

He touches her hair once more, keeping his eyes on the auburn strands, and it comes to his mind that he would like a child with that gorgeous hair of her.

'I do. Maybe not seven, but I don't want Harry to be an only child. It's just -'

He doesn't finish, but James knows he doesn't need to. Harry is just fifteen months old, an unplanned child in the middle of a war they are not close to winning and, truth be told, if James and Lily had more sense, they would not have one child, let alone another one.

And there is the fact that their only son is already too much involved in this war.

'Hey', she cups his face. 'Let's plan together'.

There is a pleading tone in her voice, and he knows that what Lily is asking is hope - for better days, for a time where they can have more children without worrying about what will happen to them.

He looks back at her and when their eyes meet, his heart beats faster. It should be silly considering what they were doing minutes ago and how he possibly cried in very colourful words that he loved her, but this is one of those moments where time seems to stop and he realizes, with a wave of electricity running through his body, with a certainty that leaves room for no doubt, that he loves her with all he has.

That’s why they are together, that’s why he asked her to marry him. Not because he feared for the future, not because he was desperate to enjoy as much time with her as they had left.

But because he loved her since what seems always now, and he won’t deny any hope for Lily, not when he's been living on it.

He kisses her softly.

'Let’s plan’, he agrees. ‘I think… maybe four kids would be nice. Two boys, two girls'.

She smiles.

'Well, we can't plan that'. Then Lily throws him a knowing look. 'You are thinking about forming a new group of Marauders, aren't you?'

He smiles unabashedly.

'Just think about family photos. Each one of our kids dresses as one of the Marauders. It would be the cutest thing ever'.

Her eyes shine, seeing beyond him.

'It would. Fine, four kids. We will need a bigger house'.

'We can expand the house, you know. My dad always said he thought of creating a new wing here; there is plenty of land'.

'Two rooms to begin with. They can share until they are older'.

‘Sirius always slept in my room when he came over’, James remembers fondly. ‘We almost burnt the house once or twice, I must warn you’.

‘Consider me warned. Petunia and I had separate rooms, but when I was younger -’, she pauses suddenly, and James can see the concern on her face. ‘What if they don’t like each other?’, she whispers.

‘They will’.

‘You can’t know for sure, I mean - you see how Petunia is with me. And Sirius can’t even talk about Regulus, what if -’

‘You are worrying too much, Lily’, he says gently, kissing the top of her head. ‘Maybe they will best friends, maybe they won’t. But I’m sure they will be family no matter what’.

She looks thoughtfully, but after a minute she nods.

‘What about next year? Harry will be two, it’s a good age gap’.

‘It would be nice. We can start practising now if you want’.

‘I thought we already did’, Lily winks at him. ‘But we can repeat tomorrow’.

‘Halloween fun?’, he smirks. ‘Will you be wearing a costume?’

‘Only if you do - and no, your antlers tiara doesn’t count’.

He pouts, making her giggle and kiss him until his expression relax.

‘Hey, Lily’, he calls her, his voice resounding with the hope he associates with Lily. ‘Let’s have another child’.

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When Harry is five and he starts Muggle school, it comes to James that his son has been lacking other kids in his life. It’s not that he is lonely - he couldn’t be, not with James and Lily always there for him, not with the almost daily visits from Sirius and Remus, but he suddenly wishes there were more children in the house.

Now, he can’t count on Sirius or Remus to help him with it - both of them seem to avoid relationships like the plague, though for different reasons -, so he rounds Lily while she is in her office preparing a potion.

‘James?’, she calls surprised, when his arms embrace her from behind and he kisses her exposed neck (James loves when Lily is making potions because she keeps her hair on a bun and he has a weak spot for her neck). ‘This will explode if I don’t stir it’.

‘Let it explode’.

‘It’s a Draught of Living Death, we will turn into zombies if -’

‘Let’s make a baby’.

That makes her take her wand to freeze the potion and turn to him, with a funny smile.

‘Is that a weird way of asking for sex? If so - you used better lines before’.

‘No, I mean, sex is good too and most necessary, but I mean it, Lily. Let’s try for another kid’.

Lily blinks.

‘Why now?’

‘Why not now? Harry is still young, we are definitively young, what’s keeping us from having more?’

She bits her lip, thoughtful, and James feels suddenly dismayed.

‘Unless you don’t want anymore?’

‘It’s not that, I want it - it’s just, with everything that happened -’

‘I know, it slipped out of my mind too. But now, we are living in this peace for a while…’

‘But it won’t last, will it?’, she whispers as if she feels guilty of even thinking about it. ‘Dumbledore says he isn’t really dead and when he returns -’

‘Maybe he will stay hidden forever, maybe he is too weak to try anything’.

She smiles sadly.

‘Every time I look at Harry’s scar I know that something will happen, James. That’s not a normal scar, that means something, and I get scared’.

‘Hey’, he hugs her. ‘As long as we are together, we can face anything - didn’t we prove that before?’

‘Yeah, but - is it fair? To put someone innocent in the middle of our mess?’

‘It was not fair with Harry, but we managed. We can do it again’.

‘James…’

Lily looks at him and James sees she is not convinced, not really; he knows Lily enough to understand that she is rational - she likes to think first, whereas James is always the more impulsive. They complement each other. He takes her to fly, she remembers him to come back to the ground.

And he understands what she means, even if he wishes things were different.

‘You are right’, he sighs. ‘At least for now, until we see how things really are’.

She smiles, touching his face with fondness.

‘I want it, I really do. Don’t forget it’.

James kisses her hand on his face.

‘I won’t. In fact, if you want to start practising now -’

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It’s just because the house is empty now that Harry is off to Hogwarts that the subject returns; they don’t exactly talk about it. James just sees Lily is not taking her potions anymore - they look at each other, understanding passing between them (one of the benefits of being married for over ten years) - and then suddenly and simply as that they are trying.

It feels a little weird to actually hope for once that something comes out of their moments together, but it’s Lily. He forgets everything when he is with her, focusing on just enjoying her company and touches and how they made each other feel.

But time passes and nothing happens. It’s been only three months, it’s nothing unusual, and Lily mentions seeing a doctor when the owl comes to tell them how someone jinxed Harry’s broom on his first Quidditch match.

That doesn’t seem like a good sign.

When they return home months after, in June, after seeing Harry all bandaged in the hospital, after hearing him talking about coming face to face with Voldemort, they don’t say anything. He buys the herbs for Lily and she is not surprised when he gives them to her.

There is no need to talk about it.

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Most of the time their lives are full of things happening and Harry is always at the centre of a storm, so when James thinks about it, Lily was right. He can’t imagine facing dementors and going back to the Order with a young child to be cared for.

He can’t imagine how their child would be a target, how vulnerable and defenceless their child would be, without a love protection, without a prophecy somehow binding its fate. They made the right choice of postponing their second child.

That’s the rational part of him that suddenly vanishes the moment he sees Lily holding baby Teddy Lupin in her arms for the first time, that cute fat baby that giggles at her, closing his eyes for a minute - and then his blue hair turns as red as hers and his eyes are bright green.

It’s like a mini-Lily and suddenly James wishes more than ever that this war is over soon - or that it had never even begun because he can see that other life, the one where there was no Voldemort. Instead, James and Lily’s lives are filled with more children, happy shining kids whose worst problems are passing their school exams and not surviving. The life he always wanted for Harry.

His eyes meet Lily’s and she smiles at him, offering him to hold Teddy. It’s been forever since James held a baby, but he still remembers, not really forgetting all these nights he took care of Harry. Teddy is a quiet baby, smiling at him too, his hand raised to try to grab his glasses.

‘He is perfect’, he whispers, looking to Remus. His friend is beaming - James understands that happiness that comes with holding your child for the first time, with seeing that miracle in the shape of a baby that you swear to protect with all your heart.

‘Of course he is’, Tonks says cheerfully, while Remus hugs her, holding her close to him as if he doesn't believe he gets to be this happy.

James understands the feeling of living that light bright moment right after coming out of the darkness. There is nothing like that.

He returns Teddy to Tonks when he starts to whimper for his mother, and then he looks at Lily.

Her green eyes are filled with longing for a life they promised themselves they would have, and also a little bit of hurt. How did they lose sight of their dreams?

They both know the answer but it's not a comfort.

Later, when they apparate back to their hiding place - a sorry little apartment where they pretend to be a normal boring couple -, they don't wait to turn out the lights and they don't say anything before their lips are meeting, and it's desperate and harsh as it has not been for a long time.

Somehow James feels like they are making up for a lost time that won't go anywhere and that they can't retrieve anyway.

It doesn't matter.

When they first married all they had was their love and dreams. They still love each other and for those dreams - they will accomplish them.

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They never speak out loud but somehow in the aftermath of the last battle, it feels right that they get a new beginning just as everyone else is having.

It’s all about rebuilding - Hogwarts, then the wizarding world - the Ministry, the Aurors, organising a system that was clearly outdated - and their home. It's a long process and in the middle of it, they forget about worrying, about planning; they just go with the flow and somehow it works without they even meaning to.

Lily has this weird expression on her face, one that seems to mix disbelief and amazement as she turns to him one morning and says as if the most natural thing:

‘James? I think I’m pregnant’.

That’s the first difference from their first time. Now he is the one that leaves for the pharmacy while Lily prepares a potion - they will test twice, just to be sure - and they are together while they wait for both tests to tell them if her feelings were right on the spot.

They are.

There are two lines on the muggle pregnancy test and the potion turns blue and suddenly like that they know they will be parents again.

She hugs him then, her eyes filled with tears of pure joy, laughing when she sees James is really crying now.

‘I love you so much!’, he declares brightly, kissing every part of her face that he can (but with care, because a pregnant Lily always seems fragile to him, no matter the fact he knows this is not true).

And it feels that this is what he should have done the first time, when she first told him about Harry. They should be happy and only that. No worries. That’s the second difference.

There are parallels too, James thinks. Harry’s shock at the idea his parents will have a baby reminds him of Sirius’ reaction as if he can’t possibly understand how that happened (somehow, despite running into them a couple of times, Sirius still got shocked with the fact they made sex). Lily is as sick as in her first pregnancy, so the first months are mostly spent at home too.

And just like back then, Sirius comes to visit her every day he can, careful to bring her anything she may want to eat and offering massage to her feet that Lily doesn’t need to, but she enjoys anyway.

‘I can still see my feet, Padfoot’, she replies teasingly, lying lazily on the couch of the living room while Sirius' hands work their magic on her right foot. James winks at her.

‘Just enjoy, Lily. He is trying to get into your good graces. He wants to be named godfather again’.

Sirius nods unabashedly, grinning at her.

‘Remus is the next in line’, Lily says, shrugging. ‘But keep with that massage and we will think about you if baby number three ever comes’.

‘Still without a name for baby number two?’

‘You need to stop calling young Prongslet by numbers’, James scolds without any malice.

‘We are not calling Prongslet either, James’.

‘Of course not, Lily. It will be Elvendork’.

Lily rolls her eyes.

‘Not this again’.

‘It’s unisex!’

They indeed refer to their baby as Elvendork just because it’s easier than calling “it” or “baby”, and Harry throws confused looks at them, looking concerned that his new brother or sister will really be called that, though Lily assures him this won’t happen.

But the truth is that they really have not decided on a name, haven’t even discussed yet seriously until they return from the doctor with the news it’s a girl (James cried with this news just as he cries every time they go to the doctor and he hears the baby's heartbeat or even that shape in the ultrasound that it's not really discernible).

They are on the bed, with James looking wondrously at Lily’s now round belly and imagining their little girl (maybe that mini-Lily he once thought of, maybe a little Harry, maybe a little James - it doesn’t matter, he already loves her), when he whispers: ‘We can’t call her Elvendork’.

Lily throws him a surprised look.

‘Oh, no! Poor Elvendork!’

He is too enamoured with her to retort.

‘Did you think of any names?’

‘I have a list of names’, she admits. ‘But none of them feels right’.

They go together through her list; there are beautiful, weird and creative types of names, but as Lily said, none seems to fit yet.

Of course, they don’t lack ideas. Everyone seems to have an opinion.

Sirius is all for the stars, of course (but James thinks he is teasing, though some of them sound nice), and Harry suggests female heroes.

‘What about your mothers?’, Remus suggests, when he and Dora come over for dinner. Lily is sitting on the couch, playing with Teddy. The boy is four now, and he seems fascinated by Lily’s big belly - he had been too young when Fleur was pregnant with Victoire, so this is the first time he is really seeing a pregnant woman and understanding what it means.

Teddy already refers to the baby as his little cousin, sounding proud and excited to meet her.

‘Rose would be a good name’, Lily muses, but still it doesn’t seem to be what she is looking for.

At this time, with only a month away until their baby is born, James considers they are hoping that looking at her face will be enough after the birth - if not, he will just cry the first name that comes to his mind when they sign her birth certificate.

He only hopes he manages not to sign Elvendork. Lily would kill him.

‘I wouldn’t go for Euphemia’, he declares, shrugging.

‘As someone who has an outdated name, I second that’, Dora says, grinning at him.

But Lily looks at both of them with her brows furrowed, and James knows there is something on her mind. She doesn’t say anything until they are alone later.

‘You know, I think Remus might have the right idea’.

‘Liked Rose after all?’

‘No, actually, I thought about your mother’.

Thinking of his mother brings to James that smell of fresh-baked pie, the warmth of her hugs - she had always been there for him, to listen and to guide him - and not just him. She had been a mother to Sirius too and even to Lily in the few months they had together before she passed away.

He smiles softly.

‘I miss her, but Euphemia is not - ‘

‘It doesn’t have to be Euphemia. Your father called her Mia, right? We can do something like that’.

‘Mia Potter?’

‘I thought of Amelia. And we could call her Mia, for short. Like Teddy or Ginny’.

‘Mia Potter’, he repeats, savouring the words.

‘Amelia Rose Potter? In honour of both grandmothers?’

James beams, hugging Lily and letting his hand feel her belly. ‘I love it’.

The baby seems to like it too, because in the next second Lily is wincing and James feels the baby kicking.

‘You know what, Lily? I think Mia will be a great Quidditch player too’.

She sighs exaggeratedly.

‘I only wish she could wait to start training when she is out’.

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Because fate sometimes is funny, Mia Potter is born on Halloween Night and the first time James holds her he is wearing an antlers tiara that he forgot to take off and that no one warned him about.

Later he will probably hex Sirius when he teases him about it, but right now he just sits next to Lily on her hospital bed, and she beams at him despite her tiredness.

‘We did it’, she whispers, sounding amazed, and James understands the feeling. They are in their forties, they lived through two wars, they raised a magnificent young man and here they are holding their second child, a tiny baby who seems unbelievably perfect in every sense.

One minute, James thinks. Let us enjoy this one minute, just a little.

When the minute is over, he returns the sleeping Mia to Lily’s arms and goes to open the door. Harry is pacing in front of the door, looking agitated as James felt all during the labour, even though he never left Lily’s side.

‘So? Can I see my sister now?’

‘And my goddaughter?’, Sirius pops in, grinning. James laughs.

‘It’s Remus’ goddaughter, and, yes, you can come in. She is sleeping’.

They get around the bed, with Sirius hugging Lily and declaring her the most amazing woman in the world (‘Are you drunk, Padfoot?’ ‘Yes, I was nervous! ‘You won’t hold Mia until you are sober’), and with Harry touching the thin strands of dark hair on his sister’s head, looking at her as if it’s the most precious thing he has ever seen.

James thinks he was wrong about that selfish minute he spent alone with Lily and Mia. Seeing Harry and Sirius cooing about the baby, he realizes this is the kind of one minute he wishes to have more in his life.

‘Do you want to hold her?’, Lily offers, and Harry nods, unable to look away. He sits on the chair right beside the bed and James helps him hold his sister. She wakes up, crying, and for a moment Harry seems to be in panic until he raises and swings her softly, just like he used to do with his godson.

‘Hi, Mia’, Harry whispers. ‘That’s ok. There, there. I’m your big brother, you see? I’m here for you’.

There is a soothingly effect on Harry’s voice and after a few minutes, Mia seems to relax indeed, her crying turning into a sob that seems to be more because of the unfamiliar world she is now in than anything else.

‘She has your eyes, Dad’, Harry says, smiling. James looks back at his daughter and, more than the hazel colour that looks a lot like his, he sees the way she seems to be curious about her surroundings as if she wants to see all the world has to offer.

Mia has indeed his eyes.

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Mia is three when Ginny calls her and Mia comes with an expression of guilt that tells James she has done something she shouldn’t. That doesn’t really surprise him. He saw his daughter running with Teddy and Victoire and whenever those three are together, something always seems to happen.

Most of the time involving some kind of petty mischief that gives James very much hope for his daughter.

‘It was not my fault’, Mia declares, looking sheepish.

‘I am sure it was Teddy’s’, Harry says, sharing a grin with James, because whenever they are discovered, Teddy always declares himself to be the guilty one, even though James can see exactly when it was Victoire (with her exuberant ideas) or Mia (with her direct-to-the-point ideas), clearly feeling it’s his role as the older of them.

‘It’s okay, Mia’, Ginny assures her tenderly, offering her arms and Mia doesn’t hesitate to go sit on her lap.

Mia loves her parents, adores Harry but it’s Ginny that she worships. Like with the broomstick: Mia learnt to fly at one like Harry, who gave her her first broom, but it was just last summer when they took her to watch a Quidditch game, where Ginny had scored sixteen goals that Mia had declared she wanted to be a Chaser when she grew up.

James had shaken his head in fake dismay at the fact his daughter had not been impressed with his Quidditch skills, but he didn't really mind: any reason he could to spend afternoons flying with her was good for him.

'We have something to tell you', Ginny says under Mia's concentrated look. Lily exchanges a smile with James; they already know, but hearing it again just makes them happier than words could describe. 'You are going to be an aunt'.

She blinks.

'Like you are?'

Ginny smiles.

'Do you know what an aunt is?'

'I know that Vic calls you Aunt, but Teddy calls you Ginny'.

'Well, I am Vic's aunt because Vic's father is my brother'.

'Like Harry is my brother'.

'Yes, so you are going to be an aunt because Harry will have a son or daughter'.

'Oh!' she looks at his brother, clasping her hands. 'With whom?'

'With me', Ginny explains while everyone laughs. 'Harry and I will have a baby'.

'Oh. Like Aunt Fleur had Dominique?'

'Exactly'.

'I like babies', Mia declares. 'Where is the baby? I want to meet him!'

'In a few months. He or she is still… not ready'.

'Oh'. Mia seems upset, then she shrugs. 'Can I play outside until then?'

Ginny laughs and places a kiss on Mia's cheek.

'Sure. We will call you when it's ready'.

'Mia', Lily calls, sounding amused. 'Do you know how Harry takes care of you?'. Mia nods. 'That's what an aunt does too'.

'Can I take the baby to the park too?'

'When he is older', James assures her. Mia smiles, her hazel eyes sparkling.

‘I will be the best aunt ever’, she declares, and then she is running outside (Mia can’t walk - she only knows how to run), back to Teddy and Victoire.

James watches her through the window, talking excitedly to them, probably telling them all about her news.

'I think you will have a handful with them in the future'.

'Me?', Harry laughs. 'If McGonagall doesn't retire by the time your child and grandchild are both in Hogwarts, I will be surprised'.

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Mia’s name came from @blitheringmcgonagall cute amazing stories of Mia and Monty Potter, and the final scene is some sort of answer to @dear-james ‘s prompt of James and Lily knowing about James Sirius (to be properly answered some day, I hope!)

#eyes glistening #jily lives #Jily FanFiction #hinny #baby potter #i don't know the title yet #please help #to be edited later #t: fanfiction

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a change of heart

This is something very different to what we usually write, a bold departure from Jily! But we were inspired by a tiktok that showed Peter knocking on Marlene's door to Meant To Be Yours from the show Heathers and knew we had to write it!!!

Marly,

Lily and I are going a little stir crazy now. I try not to let her see how fed up with being stuck inside I am, but as you know well enough, she’s an expert at reading people.

I wish you could know where we are, that you could come and visit. We keep showing Harry photos of all of you, making sure he knows you all once this damned war is over. I think you’re going to be Marly for the rest of your life now, he’s quite taken with babbling some form of it over and over whenever you’re mentioned.

It’s unreal to think that he’s going to be a year old soon, where did that time go? Sometimes I feel like we are all still at school, taking our exams and getting up to mischief. I miss mischief almost as much as I miss the boys. We see Sirius of course, but no one has heard from Remus in a while, not since he went on his last mission for Dumbledore. I’m worried about Peter, he seems to be struggling worst of all, he barely replies to my letters now. I want him to be alright, he’s one of my closest friends and I hate the idea that he’s pulling away from us when we need him the most.

We miss you lots, miss you all. Please pass our love onto Dorcas and the others, you understand that we can’t write to everyone, just in case.

Stay safe, stay brilliant.

James.

Marlene stood in her childhood bedroom holding the letter in her hands. She smiled down at it, imagining baby Harry saying her name. She put the letter down on her bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Marlene, dinner is ready!” Her mother called from downstairs.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” She called back, her head in her hands.

“Marly?” A quiet voice spoke from her doorway. Marlene’s younger brother, Marcus, stood there. He was home for the summer, having just finished his sixth year at Hogwarts. He was the only person who could ever comfort Marlene when she cried, knowing just what to do. So he stepped into her bedroom uninvited, and sat down beside her, one arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, you.” She said, with a small sigh. “Sorry… It’s been a tough few weeks.” She said, resting her head against his as they sat together.

“I know.” Marcus replied, his hold on her tightening slightly. “And I’m not going to ask, because I know you can’t, unlike Mum and Dad. Sorry they keep pushing you to tell us what you’ve been doing.”

“It’s fine, it was all just better when I saw more of my friends… I miss them. Lily and James I barely get to hear from, even Dore is too busy for me…” She sighed. “Right, can’t let our food get cold. Race you?” She said with a small smirk, moving back from him.

“It’ll get better, I’m sure.” Marcus said softly as she moved away, getting to his feet. A grin spread across his face as she spoke, his eyebrow raising. “You know I’ll win!” He took off running, making sure to shut her door behind him to slow her down.

But then a bang sounded from downstairs, Marlene’s mother screamed.

“Arsehole!” Marlene shouted after him, throwing the door open. She froze hearing her mother’s shout, but she joined her brother by stumbling into the kitchen. Marlene’s mother lay on the ground, her face pressed against the cracked tile.

“Mum!” Marcus called out, rushing towards his mother, falling to his knees to grab her. A cold laugh sounded and another green light filled the room. Marlene stood with wide eyes as she stared at the scene before her as Marcus fell limply on the tile next to her.

“Marlene, run! Go!” Her father shouted, his face wet with tears as he burst into the kitchen from his study, brandishing his wand. “You’re important in this war, go now!”

Marlene looked at her father for a moment before running towards the door, more figures moved into the kitchen and she could hear her father grunting as he shot spells that burnt hot behind her. She pulled the door open, but was stopped by a figure standing on the path. “P-Pete?”

“Stay there!” Peter said, his voice surprisingly firm. But his wand betrayed him, his hand shaking as he pointed it at her chest. “Don’t try to run, Marlene!”

Marlene felt sick, the shaking wand arm showed the dark mark embedded into his skin. She stared at him before turning on her heel and sprinting up the stairs. She ran at full pelt into her room, slamming the door closed and locking it behind her before resting back against it. She looked around even though she knew she was trapped. “Fuck.” She muttered, looking around for her wand. She could almost hear Alastor condemning her for putting it down.

Peter sighed as Marlene ran. He felt sick, unable to stop shaking. But this was a test, he had to do this. His mark was fresh, still itchy and green. He needed to kill, to kill by order of his new master in order to turn it black. And he was tasked with the murder of Marlene McKinnon. So he pulled the door open, hearing the thud of Mr McKinnon as his body hit the floor beside his wife and son. The stairs creaked as Peter climbed them, he could hear the chuckles of his fellow Death Eaters, none of them who knew that he was the spy believed that he could do it.

Marlene saw her wand had rolled onto the floor so scrambled forward on her hands and knees to grab it. “Come on.” She said to herself, trying to conjure a patronus to send for help. She had placed anti-apparition wards over her house a few weeks prior, to protect them. She’d thought people couldn’t get in, but she clearly had been wrong. A few wisps appeared out of her wand but she couldn't possibly think of a strong enough memory to conjure a corporal form. Not while her heart ached and her head spun.

He knew where he was going, he’d been here before. He’d lingered in the background as everyone had fun, drinking and partying after sixth year when Marlene’s parents had been out for the night. He’d sat alone, curled up on an armchair watching Lily begin to fall in love with James as they spoke quietly with their backs against the sofa. He knew where Marlene’s room was.

He knocked gently on the closed door. “Marly? It’s going to be alright, Marly. Just open the door, please.” He called through it, his voice soft. He could hear her ragged, panicked breathing behind the wood.

“It was you.” Marlene called back, her back hard against the door. “You’re the traitor. You… You joined their side. Pete, why?”

“Just open the door.” Peter replied, his voice a little harsher now. “I don’t owe you an explanation, I don’t owe any of you anything. Now open the door, Marly.”

“You could have come to us, any of us. We could have helped if you were struggling. Pete, Pete please.” She said, angrily brushing the tears from her face.

“No, I couldn’t!” He spat. He could have killed her by now, could have unlocked the door with a simple alohomora and he’d be done with it. But she knew now, she knew. Finally he could tell someone about how he felt, about how they all had made him feel over the years. “I couldn’t talk to any of you. None of you care, none of you remember I’m even there half the time. Remus used to give a slight shit, but then Dumbledore sent him away. And James only cares about his precious Lily, he doesn’t have the time for any of us anymore.” The words spilled out of him, his voice rough as he shouted through the door. “You’re on the losing side, Marly, you can’t win! So why bother trying?”

“That’s not true!” She exclaimed. “It’s not! We all care about each other so much, but it’s so hard, this war is so hard and it is worth trying, we want a future, a future with all of us.” She sobbed, her hand covering her mouth. “We all care about you. Please, Peter, we can fix this together. Me and you. I can save you, this isn’t the end. It can’t be the end.” She whimpered.

“It's too late. People didn’t care about me before the war, they won’t now. There’s no way.” He knew the door was locked, but still he reached down to turn the doorknob, knowing it would scare her. Some sick part of him was taking pleasure from hearing her sobbing. “Let me in.”

“We’ve always cared about you. What about Sirius and James? Remus? You’re one of the marauders. I’ve never seen a friendship as close as yours…” She said, standing up from the door and stepping back towards the bed, her wand raised.

“I’ve never been one of them, not really. I was just a means to an end.” Peter said as he pointed his wand at the lock, watching it glow slightly as he unlocked it. “It’s always been them, then me. An afterthought.”

“That’s not true, they love you. Let me help you, I can protect you.” She said, pointing her wand at the door. Her legs hit the edge of the bed, knocking the bedside table and the letter she had been reading landed on the ground.

“Not anymore.” Peter whispered. He cast a shield charm as he opened the door, knowing that she would try to attack him the second he appeared in her view. And of course he was right, because there she was, her wand pointed right at him. “See, you lied.”

“You’re trying to kill me, Peter. What do you expect?” She said, sending a stunning spell even though it bounced off his shield charm.

“I have to.” Peter said. “Expelliarmus!” Her wand soared out of her hand. Peter was never very good at catching, so he let it clatter to the floor in front of him. “I have to, Marly. You know that.” But still his hand shook.

Marlene winced as she watched the wand fall to the ground. “You don’t. You don’t have to do this, Pete. Please,” she looked him in the face, “let me help you, please don’t do this. Don’t kill me. I’m begging you.”

“You can’t help me. No one can help me. Not until the war is over.” Peter said, his voice sounding like he was trying to convince himself of the fact, to make himself believe that what he was doing was right. “It’ll be fine, Marly. It won’t hurt.”

“They’ll know it was you. They’ll find out. They won't forgive you if you do this.” As Marlene looked at him she could hear the voices of her friends in her head. We can’t be together, not anymore. I’m sorry. We’re going into hiding. I’m scared. You know I’ll win. I love you.

“No one will know.” Peter shook his head, his hand growing steadier by the second. “They think it’s Remus.” He drew in a deep breath, forcing himself to mean it, to want it. “Bye, Marly.” He whispered the words and saw the flash of light.

Marlene’s body hit the ground with a soft thud, her head falling next to the letter. Her eyes lay open, glazed and forever staring.

Peter had to press his hand to his mouth to not be sick, his fingers tingling at the feeling of casting an Unforgivable curse. His eyes travelled from Marlene’s dead, blank expression to the parchment beside her head. He recognised that handwriting. He walked over to her, taking care not to look at her anymore and picked it up. James . He was worried about him… He knew it was all for show, James hadn’t cared about Peter for years, if at all. But maybe he suspected. Peter knew he had to work harder with his so-called friends, if he wanted to prove himself to the Dark Lord. A sharp pain sliced his arm, a small cry escaping him. He looked, his mark was no longer green, but jet black. He’d done it.

“The other side are on their way. Let's go.” A gruff voice called from downstairs before steps moved through the house and disappeared.

The parchment slipped from Peter’s fingers, drifting down to land on Marlene’s outstretched palm. He kicked her wand behind him as he turned to leave the room, now it looked as though she had been killed without knowing who it was, in the middle of reading the letter. It probably didn’t matter much, but it gave Peter more of a sense of ease. He followed the sound of the voice, joining the other members of Voldemort’s inner circle, minus Snape of course. He did not know of Peter’s change of heart, and was not going to learn of it. Not until it was all over.

A quiet ache ran through the house as it was left alone, the bodies of the fallen left to run cold on the floor.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Sirius growled at Alastor, pushing past him as he slammed the door open. “Marlene! Marlene!” He shouted into the house, walking forward towards the kitchen. He gagged when he saw Marcus’ body lying there next to his mother and father. He stumbled back against the doorway, looking around.

“Marlene!” He screamed out, pushing past the other members of the Order who were walking into the scene. He checked the living room before forcing his way upstairs and slowly pushing open the door into Marlene’s room. He slumped down onto his knees seeing her body. “No…” He crawled forward to pull her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her. “No.”

“Sirius…” Remus whispered. He’d only just gotten back from his last mission, the exhaustion obvious on his face. He and Albus had been halfway through their usual debrief when the message had come in, the message that the McKinnons' house had the Dark Mark emblazoned in the sky above it. Naturally Remus had come and had known Sirius would be there. “Oh Merlin, Sirius, I’m…” He took another step into the bedroom, unable to tear his eyes from Marlene’s.

“Get out. Get the fuck out of here.” Sirius snapped, holding Marlene close to his chest, stroking her hair. He looked down at her before he screamed out in agony, holding her tightly; unable to comprehend that she was dead.

“You don’t mean that. You’re upset.” Remus whispered, though a tear had fought its way down his cheek. Sirius had never spoken to him in that way before, not even when Remus had screamed at him for telling Snape about the passageway to the Shack. It stung, it hurt worse than any full moon. “I’m sorry she’s gone, Sirius.”

Sirius could barely hear anything, he lifted Marlene into his arms, lifting her up onto the bed and settling her onto the blankets. He stood up, leaving her there. “Get the fuck out.” Sirius snapped, moving forward to push Remus out of the room.

“Why are you being like this?” Remus asked him, his eyes wide. “This wasn’t me, Sirius. I didn’t- You know I would never hurt any of you!”

“You weren’t here! Where were you? If there were more of us we could have helped.” He growled, his thoughts were jumbled and he just needed someone to blame.

“You know I can’t tell you that! I was away on Dumbledore’s orders, Sirius!” Remus’ hand gripped the banister, his back pressed against it as Sirius backed him out of Marlene’s room. He could still see her long blonde hair on the bed, his stomach turning. “I’m sorry she’s gone, I really fucking am. But I promise you, I was with Dumbledore.”

“How do I know you’ve not been off with the enemy?” Sirius said, closing the door behind him, protecting Marlene in the only way he could. “How do I know you aren’t lying? You got here so quickly…”

“You really think I would betray you?” Remus snapped, the mere implication that Sirius thought he was the spy shattering him. “You think I’d work with him , betray James and Lily, put Harry at risk? Get Marlene killed? Fuck you, Sirius. You dare? You dare think that the things I’ve been doing haven’t been for the Order, for Dumbledore? You think so fucking little of me to consider I’d ever buy in to his blood purity bullshit? Me ? Clearly you don’t know me at all.”

“Marlene’s dead, people didn’t know where she was, where her family was. Marcus.” Sirius wretched, doubling over but trying not to throw up. “How else would they know?” He groaned.

“I don’t fucking know how they found her!” Remus was shouting now, furious at his supposed friend. “But I didn’t sell her out, I didn’t sell any of you out! Because I believe in my friends, Sirius, I would never think you or Peter would have betrayed James. But no, I do work for the Order alone and suddenly I’m a spy. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re grieving. But I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me for months, and I’m sick of it! So go fuck yourself, I’m done.” He stormed down the stairs, the front door slamming behind him.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, you traitor!” Sirius screamed down the stairs, his knees giving way as he slumped down.

“Get him out of here.” Alastor said to a couple of Order members, who grabbed Sirius and dragged him out of the house.

The front door shut, the green glow of the Dark Mark still lingering in the air. But the house was silent once more.

#a very angst filled oneshot about peter pettigrew killing marlene mckinnon #its dark friends its very dark #inspired by heathers #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #first wizarding war

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Empty Walls {Sirius Back x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2380 Summary: A lot of the order is pretty untrusting of any Slytherins joining their midst - but there is one person who accepts you. Warnings: Mentions of character death.

Molly Weasley shoved a plate of food in front of you, so harshly that little puddles of gravy spilt onto the table, making a small mess. You thanked her regardless of her hostility, and cleaned up the gravy with your own napkin, embroidered with your initials. She was a wonderfully sweet woman most of the time - but you just so happened to be a Malfoy. Despite your loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix, many of its members still didn’t trust you yet, because of your surname. It was more about that than the fact that you had been in Slytherin, while everyone else around here seemed either to be a Gryffindor or even a Hufflepuff. You tied your blonde hair out of your face and started to eat self-consciously, knowing that there were eyes on you no matter what. Sirius Black’s to be specific. He always seemed to be watching.

The room filled with the sound of eating as everyone dug into Molly’s delicious food. You were the first done, vacating your seat quickly and washed the dish - by hand - in the sink. You had grown up completely spoiled, with the house elves doing all of the cooking and cleaning, so earning your place here had been difficult at first. You didn’t mean to be spoiled. You just couldn’t help how you were raised.

Grimmauld Place. It was dark and it was dingy, but there was one place in this house in particular that you were drawn to. The wall with the family portraits - your own included. All of the little faces of your family, and then the burned out one of Mr. Sirius Black. Your eyes went to your brother and you smirked to yourself. He was painted in that little hat. He always hated that picture, which made you love it even more. You then saw your parents, Lucius and Narcissa. They both looked a little snooty, which was how they tended to appear to the world. But they were never like that when it was just the family together. Your fingers graced your mother’s face. You missed her, a lot. She still sent you owls, and your father would always add his own little notes. They loved you, despite the fact that most of their friends saw you as a traitor. That your actions nearly put a bounty on their own heads, like the rest of the order.

But you were going to help take him down before he could try to collect.

“Do you really like staring at your own face that much?” A deep voice came from behind you. You didn’t turn around. It was Mr. Black himself. He always seemed to be following you around. He was probably the most mistrustful of the lot. You just ignored him, and put your fingers over your father. You missed him as well. His opinion was the one that you had been most scared of - but you were doing what he was too cowardly to do. You were making the right choice.

You didn’t even pay attention to your little portrait. You knew what you looked like. You didn’t give into the vanity that the rest of the Malfoys seemed to have. You preferred knowledge over looks.

“It’s not that bad of a picture. Mine was awful. They made me cut my hair for it, so I looked like some dapper gentleman,” Sirius said. He had come and stood right behind you. You didn’t realize how close he was until then. If you took even one step backwards, you would have bumped into him.

“So it’s a good thing that your place is burnt out then?” You asked.

“I like to think of it more as an empty space,” Sirius said. “I’ll probably paint over the whole damn thing one of these days. Most of these people, I don’t feel like I’m that related to anyway. Like you.”

“We’re hardly related. It’s like ... many branches away,” You said with a shrug. He may be some sort of cousin but it never felt that way to you either. When you looked at him, you saw ... well, a handsome man, even with all of that hair and those tattoos. You had seen photos of him when he was younger and you had some pretty obscene thoughts one should not be having over family members. He’d been, to put it roughly, a hunk. “Why haven’t you painted over it by now?”

“The room needed some sort of decor,” Sirius shrugged. “I don’t know what I’d do with an empty wall.”

“Well, knowing you, I’m sure you’d hang a very flattering portrait of yourself,” You mused, clicking your tongue. “Dorian Gray style.”

“What?” Sirius asked. You laughed then, remembering that someone like him probably hasn’t picked up a book since his time at Hogwarts, let alone one written by a muggle.

“Nothing,” You said, shaking your head. “So what can I help you with? Does Molly need help with something?”

“Why would Molly need help with anything?” Sirius asked, taking a seat in one of his favorite chairs in the bedroom.

“I don’t know - you all seem to think that housework is female only work-” You started but Sirius cut you off.

“Not at all,” He said, shaking his head, those unruly waves flying around him. “I actually wanted to talk to you myself. And it’s really not about housework.”

“Well, talk away,” You said, settling into a chair of your own, facing away from those painted walls.

“I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a while now. I knew your father back in school and-”

“Yes, I’ve heard some of the stories,” You interrupted, crossing your legs. “There’s no need to go into a lot of backstory. I know you don’t trust me and that’s what you want to talk about, isn’t it?”

“Do you always go around making up all of these assumptions?” Sirius asked, curiously. “I don’t distrust you, I actually wanted to tell you that I think you’re doing an amazing job. Especially for someone so young.”

Your mouth went dry at the unexpected praise that he was bestowing on you. “Well, thanks. That actually means a lot to me. It’s been hard, since I had to give up everything but saving the world seems pretty worth it. Wanna tell Molly what you think, because that woman has had it out for me since day one.”

“She’ll come around. She’s just mistrustful of Slytherins, that’s all.”

You were quiet for a couple of minutes there, thinking about all of the times that you had tried to proven yourself to the Order. You had gone out on dangerous missions without hesitation. You had fought people who had once been dear family friends. You were trying to protect the world, which seemed bigger than just one family.

“Guess I just have to give it time - and hope that we have enough of it,” You sighed, realizing there wasn’t much in this situation that you could do. “You’re not so bad yourself, Black. Even if you come from a family of, well, us. Snakes and all.”

“Thanks,” He chuckled. “I’ll take that to heart.”

Since you had already graduated from Hogwarts, you spent a lot of time among the rest of the adults. Molly was finally warming up to you just a little, if only because she had no children to keep her busy now that they were all back at school. You were one of the youngest in the Order, having just left school the year before, and so she doted on you. Or, at the very least, she didn’t make a mess of your food anymore.

“Fancy taking me for a walk?” Sirius asked you one day, leash in hand. You laughed, knowing exactly what he had meant. It was the only way that he could leave this house. Being disguised as Snuffles, the big black dog. And the only way not to get Animal Control called on him was to have someone walk him around.

You nodded, also feeling the need to get out of the stifling nature of the house. Get away from the screams of the portrait and the gloominess that clung around every corer despite you and Molly’s attempt to cheer the place up a bit. Sirius turned into his dog form, and you put the leash and collar on him - which always felt weird, no matter how many times you did it. His tongue lolled out as he grew excited for the fresh air and it was enough to make you laugh.

These walks became more and more frequent - especially because sometimes, when you were in a more isolated part of town, Sirius would turn back into his human self and you would have a coffee and sit in a park, enjoying the early fall nature. You ended up having some really long conversations. About everything. You told him some stories about his godson, Harry, and his friends at school - they were rather infamous and it seemed like you knew a lot about them despite not being in their house. And your brother’s complaints, of course.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were falling for this much older man, despite the age gap and the fact that he had been in Azkaban for years, and that this was hardly the time for love, given the fact that there was a war that was growing in importance more and more each day.

“To the ones that we have lost,” Arthur Weasley said, raising his glass in toast over his head.

It was not a happy occasion that you were celebrating here tonight, back at Grimmauld Place. “To the ones that we have lost,” you toasted back in return. And then you drank deeply from your flask - Firewhiskey having become a solace these days.

Sirius was taking things particularly hard - the war may be over, but the cost of that victory was entirely too high. He was tearing himself apart about it, but you couldn’t blame him. He lost his only other best friend. And the Weasleys had lost two sons - one to death, and one to the attack of a werewolf, though Bill was pulling through swimmingly.

You stood up slowly, which garnered the attention of the rest of the people around you. “I can’t be here,” You admitted, finding it too hard to be around loved ones, when they weren’t exactly the ones that you wanted.

You went down the hallway into the room with the family portrait on it, your wand in your hand as you closed the door, but you did not lock it. “What have you done to be remembered for?” You asked the portrait of yourself, and of your parents.

“I think this is a long time coming,” Sirius said, staggering into the room. “Patat Pingere.”

“What are you doing?” You asked, as the paint started to peel off of the walls, and then dissolve into nothing, leaving only the bare baseboards that they must have been before the family tree. You watched as you, your parents and the rest of them just seemed to disappear, like you never existed.

“You deserve to be remembered,” Sirius said, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of all of that white. “So we’ll repaint you now, as you are. And... and Remus. And Tonks. And Fred... the others...”

You nodded, looking at the potential of it now. All of the noble house of Black had disappeared, and most of them were better off being remembered - entirely unlike everyone that you had just lost, and whose death was still pulling at your heart.

“And yours,” You said, looking over at Sirius. You were surprised to see that his head was down, and a sob racked through his entire body, and he was barely keeping himself upright.

You rushed to his side and took his weight upon your shoulder, half-dragging and half-carrying him to his favorite chair and helped to lower him into it. He didn’t let you go, so you had no choice but to sit with him. You curled up in his lap like a kitten, and he held you while sobbing into the shoulder of your robes.

You were through with crying - you’ve made yourself dehydrated with it and nothing ever seemed to get better, but seeing Sirius like this was still draining nonetheless. “You’re not completely alone Sirius - you have me.”

That seemed to help somewhat, for his shoulders stopped shaking as much, but he did continue to hold onto you tightly, making sure that you could not leave, even if you had wanted to. You didn’t want to, you wanted to stay and make sure that he knew - that he knew that you would not leave him.

“I love you.”

You weren’t expecting that from him, especially not at this time, but you began to run your fingers through the dirty, straggly hair.

“I love you too.”

“Don’t just say that if you don’t mean it. I can’t take anything more, I just-”

You’ve never seen him so vulnerable before. Even when he was in the middle of a fight, with spells going around him, narrowly missing him, he usually had some excitement showing on his face. But this was a defeated man, who seemed ready to break at the slightest negativity.

“I mean it, with every bit of me. I really, truly do,” You told him, detangling a few knots with your fingers, your wand having dropped on the floor when it seemed like he was falling. “I love you, Sirius Black.”

“Can we fix this - these empty walls?” Sirius’s head rose just a little.

You nodded, looking into his dark eyes, which had the same expression as a dog that had just been kicked. “Yes, I think we can. I know we can. Let’s start tomorrow.”

#Sirius Black #Sirius Black x reader #Sirius Black oneshot #Harry Potter #Harry Potter oneshot #request #oneshot #one shot #siriusb #x reader

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Love Is You - chapter 4

a/n: Finally i am posting this in a normal hour😂 Re-editing the chapters are taking way more time than i expected but i think it’s worth it. If you have any questions about the characters or the storyline, don’t hesitate to ask me!

Ps: are we wondering when we will get lighter and happy themed moodboards😂

Couple of days have passed since the divorce suit. As expected, everyone in the Ministry has found out what happened between Scarlett, Sirius and Arabelle. Because Arabelle couldn't stop talking about it like it was her victory. But her victory didn’t live long; since she was just a secretary at Auror's Department and Sirius was being the head of the department, he fired her without a second thought. Nobody could disrespect his Scarlett the way Arabelle did. Though Arabelle didn’t seem very upset by this act which made Sirius even more annoyed with her. Already Sirius has become very furious at work after the divorce and he was making it hell for everybody around him. It was very unlikely of him though; he was the funniest around, but now he was just shouting and cursing at everyone.

Scarlett was in the other hand. She was diagnosed with depression at St. Mungo’s, she was not doing very well but she was harming herself rather than the people around her. Leo had to turn back to New York for work after his one week leave even he didn’t want to leave his mother, so Carina took Scarlett with her to Hogwarts. Because when she was alone, she was not taking her pills but having alcohol almost every day which actually she shouldn’t have. Because of that someone had to keep a close watch on her for her own safety and health. Staying Hogwarts seemed like a good idea to the twins because when Carina was too busy, Remus was taking care of Scarlett since he was working at Hogwarts too. This whole cheating and divorce situation was really hard for Remus as well because he was close friends with both Scarlett and Sirius for years and he has never seen them like that before.

"Mum after the dinner i and Professor Snape will work, we need to make some potions and rearrange the shelves. Come and help us huh?"

"He won't want me there, i will stay here."

"I asked him earlier, he accepted. And mum you can't stay in the room forever, it is not helping you."

"Apparently we changed the roles, you are the mum now Carina."

"I am trying to help mum..."

Scarlett nodded unwillingly; she didn’t want to upset Carina. "Okay fine i will come but if I feel uncomfortable, I will leave."

Carina smiled happily. "Deal! But first we should eat dinner, you passed the lunch but you have to eat now."

Half an hour later they were heading to the potion’s classroom in the dungeons. Scarlett was quite nervous but trying to keep it cool. Carina opened the door for her and invited Scarlett in then followed her.

"Hello professor." Carina smiled to the black-haired man who was already making a potion.

"Hi." He said looking up at them while stirring the potion.

Severus was nervous as well. He hasn't seen Scarlett for almost 30 years except that one time, like a week ago, when she has come to see Carina. They have made a good job about avoiding each other for so long.

"You two didn't meet properly yet. That's my mum Scarlett and th-"

Scarlett cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "We know each other Carina."

Carina was confused, she has always talked about Professor Snape and her mum hasn’t said a word. "From where? You haven't told me that."

"We were… We were classmates." She mumbled, all the memories were coming back slowly and she wasn’t ready for them.

Severus Snape nodded without giving any further information and put a chair next to his desk for Scarlett to sit since she was trying to lean onto the desk tiredly.

"Thanks." Scarlett sat down and started to watch the two potioneers.

"Okay then, that's cool. Was mum good at potions class, Professor?" Carina asked while preparing ingredients for the potion that she was about to make.

"She was good, she was a very good student overall. She was one of the bests of our time."

"Potions wasn't my brightest class but i had Severus as my partner." Scarlett smiled ever so slightly for the first time in weeks, she has remembered the class where she has turned his hair rainbow colours in an accident.

Carina was very happy to see that tiniest smile on her face. "We learnt that you are good at potions mum, you can stir the potion while i am cutting those herbs."

Scarlett stood up to stir it but her hands were shaky and she got quite dizzy after she stood up which Carina noticed.

"Mum did you take your pills? You were supposed to take them after the dinner, I have handed them to you…"

"No... I will go and take them before you scold me." She walked out of the classroom before Carina could say anything.

Carina sighed at her mother’s behaviour.

"Is she alright…?" Snape asked trying to hide the worried tone of his voice.

"Not really. Actually, in the worst condition i have ever seen her... But i think seeing an old friend was good to her, she talked a little bit even i saw a glimpse of a smile. Maybe you can spend some time together?"

Snape paused for a moment, he wasn’t expecting a question like this at all.

"It was just an idea; you don't have to do it..."

"I... I would like to help." Snape mumbled unsurely; he would like to spend some time with Scarlett but he was also very nervous about it.

"Thank you so much professor, I really appreciate it." Carina was smiling happily when Scarlett came back silently and sat on the chair once again.

"Took the pills?"

Scarlett nodded as yes and started to look around. The classroom hasn’t changed much, only there were many more shelves now. Then a candle tin caught her eyes on Snape's desk. She took the red tin that has a rose drawing on it. Snape has noticed what she was doing and kept watching her carefully. Scarlett took the lid off and saw the fully burnt candle. That moment they caught each other’s eyes for the first time in years and had the same flashback.

"Sev, i made this candle for you! There are rose petals in it and i added couple drops of my perfume. Whenever you are away and miss me just burn the candle; it will smell just like me." 20 years old Scarlett giggled cutely.

"Thanks love. You've even drawn a rose on the lid, a scarlet rose." Severus said while hugging her tightly and inhaled her rosy scent in, how much he loved that scent.

"My first thought was putting my own photo on it but then ended up with the rose so it wouldn’t be as creepy." She laughed.

"I'd love your photo too." He kissed her lips softly. "I hope I will never have to burn this candle, ever."

"Why are you still keeping this?" Scarlett asked suddenly.

Carina was surprised by her mother's bold question; she was not the kind of woman who likes to involve things that are none of her business so that question was very unlikely of her. Also Carina was afraid of her professor’s reaction, he truly hated when someone touches his stuff without asking but she hoped her mum could get the friend pass.

"It has a memory that I would like to keep." Snape answered casually and walked to the potion shelves while trying to ignore her eyes.

Scarlett didn't say anything else and put the tin back on his desk. She was surprised that he still had it, why would he want to keep that yet alone burnt it even though he didn’t want her in his life. While she was thinking about these, Severus was lost in his own thoughts. Scarlett's presence had brought all the emotions that he was craving for years. And here she was sitting right there but he was scared to talk or even look at her. He kept arranging the shelves to distract himself from her while Carina made some potions to renew the old ones for a while.

"Professor i finished the potions you asked for, do you need any help there?"

Carina's voice brought him back to reality from his mind. "No, no thank you. If you are all done, you can leave. That’s all for tonight."

"Okay professor, have a good night." Carina smiled and packed her stuff.

"Good night." Severus said silently while still avoiding Scarlett’s gaze.

Carina and Scarlett went back to their room and started to get ready for the bed.

"Mummy why did you ask him that question about the candle? It was so random."

Scarlett just shrugged her shoulders while brushing her copper coloured locks.

"It made him, i dunno, kind of sad? Probably it was a gift from a loved one. But to be honest it always caught my eye too because the look of it screams -you-."

Scarlett didn't answer to that as well and just laid down on the bed.

"Mum you are so talkative tonight..." Carina sighed while getting into the bed with her.

"I have a headache Carrie, i just want to sleep." Scarlett lied, she was not in the mood of talking about this at all.

"Okay, sweet dreams mama." Carina kissed her cheek.

"Sweet dreams baby."

Scarlett closed her eyes but the memories didn't let her to fall asleep, it would be a long night.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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The Fall 3

Harry Potter AU

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 2

Rating: M- sensitive themes.

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Sirius stood a moment longer before turning and rushing down the stairs. Harry and Ron looked up when he came skidding in.

“Harry, where is Y/n?”

Harry pointed to the door.

“You just missed her. She just left with Kinglsey and Tonks. There was apparently a job that came up.”

Ron nodded.

“She seemed excited to get out of here.”

Sirius ran a hand over his face as Remus stepped into the room and waved him over. Remus looked a little annoyed as Sirius stepped into the dining room.

“What are the two of you doing?”

Sirius didn’t even have to ask Remus to further elaborate on the meaning of his question. The other man knew.

“Beats the hell out of me.”

Sirius muttered and went in search of the fire whiskey that was hidden in one of the cabinets. Remus was following him like an angry two year old.

“I thought you were going up there to fix things with her. She came down here almost in tears. Do you really think that drinking is going to fix anything?”

Sirius shrugged before taking a drink from the bottle.

“Nope. Y/n probably won’t talk to me ever again so this bottle and I are about to become really good friends.”

Remus rolled his eyes. This was just like the two of you. The two of you get in a fight, you get drunk, and whine about how Y/n is never going to have anything to do with you again.”

Sirius laughed bitterly.

“This time it's different.”

Remus took a breath before sitting down.

“What are you talking about?”

Sirius sighed. He didn’t even want to think about what you told him but it wasn’t leaving his mind. It was like some fucked up record player that wouldn’t stop reminding him of how fucked up his life had really turned out to be. It wasn’t only Sirius’ life but he had ruined your life too!

“Remus, Y/n was pregnant.”

Remus frowned.

“When?”

Sirius' dark eyes rolled up with that clearly annoyed expression that he wore so well.

“When she and I were together! What do you think?”

This was totally news to Remus. You had never mentioned being pregnant. That would have been something that he remembered.

“Sirius…”

“She had a miscarriage because of all of the hell that I put her through. It's entirely my fault! She tried to tell me and I told her to get away from me.”

Remus was silent for a moment as he took in what his best friend was telling him. He opened his mouth to speak a few times but always stopped himself.

“She never told me.”

Remus finally managed to get out. Sirius took another sip of the whiskey in front of him. You had never said a word to Remus years beforehand. This slightly bothered him. Remus had always prided himself on taking care of you in Sirius’ absence. Now his “I’m a good friend” feelings were not so great. If he was such a great friend, wouldn't he have noticed what you were going through?

“Well, congratulations because I just figured it out too.”

Remus sat quietly for a few moments. It was obvious that he needed to be gentle with Sirius right now. His friend was one brick short of losing it!

“Sirius, I am going to say this once. Y/n and yourself have the worst communication skills that I have ever seen! You wouldn’t acknowledge her letters when you were in prison when she was practically dying to hear from you. Now she won’t let herself listen to you when you are rolling around like a shameless puppy in front of her.”

Sirius looked totally offended by Remus’ comment.

“I tried talking to her. Hell, I even kissed her.”

“You kissed her?”

Remus asked incredulously. Sirius nodded. He smiled that little cocky smile that Remus knew too well.

“Yep. She kissed me back too...granted it was for a few seconds but it was a kiss.none the less. Y/n seemed totally into it until she went back into the little safety cocoon that she made for herself. Remus, oh boy she and I still have it too!”

Remus rolled his eyes and reached out to pour himself a glass of whiskey finally. If Sirius went into some X rated daydream, he was bailing out!

“Of course, she kissed you back. She loves you.”

Sirius stood up slowly.

“I’ll try to talk to her again when she comes home. I never thought that some woman would have me around her finger so tightly.”

Remus leaned back in his chair. He was clearly pleased by Sirius’ comment. Remus considered threatening to lock the two of you in a room until the issues were resolved but let it drop.

“Good.”

Meanwhile,

You sat across from Kinglsey and Tonks in a muggle dinner. The three of you were waiting for more information on a dark wizard that needed to be rounded up. Kingsley and Tonks were talking about a date that Kinglsey went on. You were half-listening as you stirred the tea in front of you.

Your mind wasn’t on your “work wife” and “work husband’s” conversation. As much as the three of you were together, a close friendship had been created. If something was wrong and it couldn’t be solved on an individual basis, the three of you handled it together.

“Y/n, are you with us?”

Tonk’s gentle voice pulled you from your thoughts. Looking up, you sighed seeing both Tonks and Kingsley watching you closely.

“Sorry. I’ve been preoccupied. Home life…”

Both nodded. Kinglsey and Tonks knew well about your homelife. They both knew that you were probably struggling being back with Sirius full time

“Is it Sirius?”

Kingsley asked calmly. You nodded.

“Yeah.”

Tonks reached across the table for your hand.

“Talk to us.”

You sighed. Talking was a lot easier said than done. There were so many things that you hadn’t told anyone. Maybe keeping everything bottled up wasn’t so healthy?

“He kissed me.”

Both Kinglsey and Tonks looked at each other with smirks before turning back to you.

“How was it?”

Tonks asked with a grin.

“Are the two of you back together?”

Kingsley followed. You laughed.

“Oh no. I ruined that moment. I totally poured gasoline on it and set it on fire.”

“Y/n…”

Tonks started but stopped when you began talking.

“Look, I have never told anyone about this. Before Sirius was locked up, I found out that I was pregnant. Long painful story short, I miscarried about three months in because of stress. I told Sirius and he freaked out. He told me to get away from him.”

Tonks’ mouth dropped. She couldn’t look away from you.

“Y/n...I had no idea! I’m sure that he was just shocked.”

“It had to be shocking. I’m sure Sirius will speak to you soon. He’s probably stunned.”

Kingsley said in a comforting tone.

“I can only hope.”

A few hours later… You quietly walked back into the house with your hand wrapped in bandages. After an eventful chase, you took a curse to the hand that left you burnt. You planned on just dealing with it that night and making a nice potion in the morning.

As soon as you closed the door, Walburga Black’s portrait started screeching about blood traitors followed by Sirius yelling random obscenities at her.

“Merlin.”

You muttered before walking into the living room.

“You are no son of mine!”

Walburga started screeching. One look at Sirius and you could tell that he was drunk off of his ass.

“Wow, that is some insult!”

“Sirius!”

You hissed his name as Walburga’s dark eyes rounded on you.

“Potter! You are nothing but trash! You stole my son from me!”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over pulling the curtain back in front of the portrait.

“Yeah, I stole him alright. He came running!”

After securing the portrait, you turned back to Sirius who was glaring at the place his mother once vacated. You sighed.

“Arguing with her isn’t healthy”

Sirius rolled his eyes. He was ready to argue with someone and someone was going to argue with him!

“She called me weak.”

He snapped. You frowned. That was the last thing that Sirius was. That insult alone made you want to argue with Walburga’s photo a little more.

“You smell like a bar.”

You said, hoping to change the conversation. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You're a pain in my ass, you know that?”

You took your coat off and gingerly flexed your hand. Sirius was in a fighting mood and nothing that you would have to say would be calming.

“Right back at you.

You said, starting for the stairs.

“I wanted to apologize to you but you ran off! You are always running from me.”

He yelled, following you to the stairs. You spun around shushing him.

“Would you quiet down? You are going to wake the whole house up with your loudness!”

Sirius walked to you.

“I’m in love with you and you just don’t get it. I just want to be with you again. We were so happy.”

It took all that you had to not reach out to fix his messy hair. Even in the dark, you could see that he was close to angry tears.

“Sirius, I need you to calm down. You are drunk and are not talking rationally.”

“I am too!”

He snapped. You took a breath before reaching out and taking his hand in your good one.

“Come on, let's get you in bed. You are going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.”

“I’m not sleepy!”

He argued as you led him down the hallway and into his room. You silently prayed that no one in the house was listening to you trying to talk some sense into the man. This was going to either be one embarrassing moment for Sirius or one that he wouldn’t remember.

You closed the door behind you as he laid down.

“Now go to sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

Your voice softened. Sirius looked up quickly.

“Don’t leave me yet. C’mere and cuddle me.”

What a bad idea! Do not get into bed with him!

Your mind screamed. This was just being cruel to your own heart. What if he didn’t remember this in the morning and once he was sober wanted nothing to do with you again? It would be soul-crushing but it could also be a memory that you could cling to... our last night together…

“Sirius..”

You started. He shook his head and wiggled his hand like a child wanting their parents to pick them up. He was quickly going from ready to fight to needy Sirius.

“Y/n, please! I miss you.”

You stood a moment longer before slowly taking off your shoes and joining him on the bed. Sirius waited a total of three seconds before grabbing you in his arms.

“You’re my princess.”

He muttered, snuggling his face into your hair. You sighed, enjoying the closeness.

“I’ve always wanted nothing more than to be your princess.”

You said, feeling suddenly emotional. Sirius quickly sat up enough to look down at you. He sat there dumbfounded watching the tears roll down your cheeks.

“You’re too pretty to cry. We can fix everything. We can have that baby that you always wanted and raise Harry together. We don’t have to keep yelling and screaming at each other. Let me make you happy.”

Sirius said before leaning down and kissing you. You wanted to cry harder against his lips. The innocent comment that he made shattered your heart more. You knew that the next morning, Sirius would be angry with you again.

“Let's just focus on going to sleep.”

You whispered against his lips. Sirius shook his head.

“I’m not done kissing you.”

You gladly let him kiss you for a few more moments. Maybe you should let the walls down and give him a chance? Maybe for your own sanity, it could be a good thing?

“You can kiss me all you want tomorrow.”

You replied in a soft voice. Sirius looked pleased with the promise of kisses the next day. He laid back down against the pillow before wrapping his arms around you.

“That sounds nice.”

You lay silently as Sirius drifted off to sleep. For a few moments, you thought about getting up and going to your own room but you didn’t...you couldn’t. At the moment, all that you wanted was a better tomorrow!

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marshmallowskies · 3 years

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only today

Prompt: Today is the last day on Earth.

The sun rose for the final time. Mouths agape and phones raised, for once social media wouldn’t be flooded with the cliche sunset photos tonight. Nobody would live to see it.

Tears fall down our cheeks as the orange illuminates our skin, blinding us. It’s so close that the heat brushes against our noses, smarting our eyes and leaving us looking like Rudolph. People have always wondered what the sun really looks like, but there isn’t much to see. Even at its dimmest, the glow fills our pupils and dark spots invade our vision for hours.

Gazing over the mountains, snow long since melted and grass laying as piles of soot, a twinge plucks at my heartstrings. Would I have this view in Oblivion? It may be a dark void where we all mean nothing, but the view plants a seed of hope.

Some say it won’t happen at all. But the fake light in their voices and their bleary eyes tell a different story. They’ve spent their final days travelling for miles across this burnt wasteland like the rest of us. I can reason with them. When we were first told, nobody believed it. The prophecy was forgotten and we carried on laughing, wasting our days and worrying about the next big science test or presentation. It was yet another promise added to the other plots of our demise.

And even when it started, we continued blindly. Nobody worried about the horizon coming closer or the days getting longer. We soaked up the sun, ignoring the warnings and turning away from the truth. The middle went first, tearing the globe apart. Countries charred at the edges, continents split and water bodies drained. But this was distant to us. The sun kept rising, the earth kept turning, people kept falling in love, kept smiling, kept denying.

Life carried on with its same emphasis on media, jobs, money. College graduates accepted their tickets to new pathways of life with sweaty palms. Towns deserted from record-breaking temperatures but cities advertised for the eternal summer. Society continued spoon-feeding expectations into the mouths of insecure teenagers, desperate to look right in their summer wear.

It was too late when the oceans grew further out of our reach, drawing back and leaving hot sand untouched. Whales and sharks washed up on the shores, lining themselves like battleships. Crops roasted and gardens obliterated, leaving ash and petals in their wake.

Sirius and millions of other constellations were silenced, the dark lost without their glowing presence. Nights were no longer spent gazing at the endless cluster of stars that used to twinkle down on the sleepless. Sunset used to be the most precious time of day, filling me with gratitude. The blazing of the sun as it refused its rest followed by the stillness of the purple twilight lit me up inside. Now I will never see it again.

I feel the regret radiating off myself and the crowd as we wordlessly look upon the beauty of the star. We wish, we think, we yearn. Why didn’t I do this, why did I do that, and if only I had done that. If only I had spent time with loved ones instead of scrolling furiously. If only I had let happiness rule my last days. If only I had eaten that instead of sticking to a ridiculously strict diet. Because weight doesn’t matter when your bones are reduced to ash.

If only. But there’s no more second chance. No tomorrow.

There’s only today.

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january3693 · 5 years

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Someone We Used to Know - Part 18

(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)

While Remus is in the middle of his investigations and Sirius is passed out in his hotel room, others are having an equally trying night.

At this moment it’s 3:28 in the morning, which makes it either very early, or very late. Either way, Regulus Black pours himself a very generous dram of obscenely expensive firewhisky and drinks it far too quickly to appreciate anything but the way it burns down his throat.

He’s sprawled inelegantly in the wingback chair that used to belong to his father. The hand that isn’t holding his snifter is toying with a small, antique pocket mirror.

He’s considering using it. He’s also considering hurling it at the wall.

How, Regulus wonders silently, did he get himself into this mess?

There are two answers to that question. The long answer truly is long and complicated. The short answer is that his cousin Bellatrix woke him up an hour-and-a-half ago, shoving her wand in his face and demanding to know where he’d been earlier that night.

Regulus had spent most of the evening at the Pendragon Club, making dull small talk with the old codgers and the ambitious ministry toadies. It isn’t fun, but it’s an easy way to act like he’s doing the Dark Lord’s work, recruiting and sowing the seeds of discord. Or something like that.

If nothing else it’s a good excuse that keeps him away from the fighting, from the bloodshed and death.

Most of the time.

He was certainly away from it tonight when Bella and half a dozen others stormed some Muggle art museum. Regulus never understood their reasoning for this particular target, but he was drinking when the plan had been formed. Whatever they’d intended, it hadn’t really worked. A few Muggles had died, but two of their own had been captured when there turned out to be armed and dangerous wizards hiding among the Muggles.

Regulus bears some of the responsibility for their frustrated attempt at mass slaughter.

Just not in the way his cousin feared when she’d stormed into Grimmauld Place in the middle of the night.

Evan Rosier and Rabastan Lestrange had reported seeing a man who bore a resemblance to Regulus fighting alongside an Order member at the museum.

A man with black hair and fair skin and grey eyes.

A man who bore a resemblance to Regulus.

He pours himself another drink and stares across the room at the enormous tapestry. The Black family tree. Despite the enormity of the tapestry, the tree itself has dwindled. Regulus himself is the only hope that the Black family name will survive past this generation. Or so he’d thought.

The branches displaying the latest generations on the tree are studded with more and more burnt holes where some relative disgraced the family and was disowned. Their names are burnt away. Their legacies forgotten.

Regulus can remember when his mother burned Sirius’s name from the tapestry.

He stares at the hole where his brother’s name used to be stitched.

For years, Regulus has wondered what happened to his brother. Even when he tried to stop, tried to obey his parents when they told him to burn Sirius from his mind as thoroughly as they’d burned his name off the family tree, the question always remained in the back of Regulus’s head.

What happened to Sirius?

His parents never wavered in their story that Sirius had simply run away from home after his expulsion. They said it with such finality though, that Regulus has always known there was more to the story. None of his snooping or sly questions had never turned up any concrete answers though.

Now he has more questions than ever.

A man who bore a resemblance to him was alive and had fought at the museum beside an Order member who, based on descriptions, could only be Remus Lupin.

Raising the mirror, Regulus takes a second to stare at his haggard, hollow-eyed face.

In his memories and the one photo he has hidden away, any resemblance between himself and Sirius is superficial. Sirius was always the handsome one, his face alight with whatever emotion he was feeling at the moment. Even when he was angry or miserable, Sirius had always been so…so alive.

Regulus, on the other hand, feels like he’s lived most of his life half-asleep.

“Potter,” Regulus says, speaking into the mirror. “James Potter, wake up.”

His own reflection goes a little foggy, a little darker, but no other face appears. It is the middle of the night, and from what Bellatrix said, Potter’s wife was at the museum, so they’re probably cuddled up in bed all thankful to be alive.

Regulus takes another drink.

“Answer the fucking mirror, Potter,” Regulus snaps. He’s once again considering smashing the damn mirror again.

For all he’s done, Potter owes him this.

Regulus isn’t a blood traitor. He will never join Dumbledore’s little militia.

He’s not Sirius.

But he’s not Bellatrix either.

Regulus is not a killer. He will never worship at the Dark Lord’s feet, even if he bears his mark.

Regulus is…somewhere in the middle.

Some days, he does the Dark Lord’s work. Other days, he gives Potter information.

It’s a delicate balance, and one day—probably quite soon—it’s going to destroy Regulus.

This isn’t that day though, and before it comes, Regulus is going to get some fucking answers.

“Potter!” Regulus shouts into the mirror.

This time, Regulus hears a child cry a moment before his own reflection is replaced by a bleary-eyed, messy-haired man in crooked glasses.

“Regulus?” James asks. He sounds groggy but worried. Despite all the times Potter has tried to cross the line from reluctant allies to friends, Regulus doesn’t make social calls. He knows something must be wrong.

“Potter,” Regulus replies through gritted teeth. “We need to talk about my brother.”

(Part 19)

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chaoticdisater · 5 years

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Thanks, Dipshit

1975

“James would you give up already shes never gonna like you or wanna be with you” Sirius rolled his eyes after yet another Lily rant, it didn't help that drunk Sirius was really blunt,

“I like her so much though, why can't she love me back,” a much too drunk James pouted almost weeping as he spoke,

Remus was just trying to shut the two up they had to sneak all the way through Hogwarts, he had somehow convinced a drunk Peter to shrink down to rat size so Remus could put him in his pocket,

“both of you shut up,” Remus gritted through his teeth as he tried to support both James and Sirius,

Sirius was easy he was actually the smallest out of the four, Remus may be super thin but he was lanky and tall, James was mostly muscle and two inches shorter then Remus, peter was even taller then Sirius by one and a half inches but still,

somehow he had gotten all three into the dorm without anyone seeing or waking up their fifth roommate,

Peter probably not as drunk as the other two, thanked Remus, and curled up in his bed, James had passed out some time on the way up making it harder for him, but as he dropped Sirius on his bed, serums pulled Remus down with him.

“you got really pretty eyes,” Sirius commented as Remus tried to pull himself up from Sirius bed

“Sirius I'm going to bed,” Remus tried but Sirius pulled him down kissing him for a moment before pushing him back

“Thanks, dipshit” Sirius laughed, and like that he was asleep, Remus didn't sleep a wink.

1977

“this year I'm the head boy, maybe I got a chance with Lily I've changed from what I was,” James asked pacing his bedroom

Sirius was half listing the full moon had been just yesterday, so Remus was fast asleep on Sirius,

“Sirius, Hey Padfoot would you pretend to be interested in my problems,” Sirius raised his eyebrow it was two weeks to school, and James had been doing this for the better part of the afternoon.

“you've had the same problem since the fourth year, I'm not exactly interested in it” Sirius sighed as ran his fingers through Remus' hair again looking over the boys face.

if Sirius had it his way he would take the scars away, he didn't mind them, but he knew what Remus thought about them.

“well could you look up from your boyfriend for a moment or two,” James sighed, and Sirius pulled his eyes up looking in James for a second

“My boyfriends so pretty though,” Sirius then looked back at Remus

“Thanks, dipshit,” Remus commented as he moved to his shoulder

“am I ever gonna live that down,” Sirius threw up his arms and Remus just laughed

“When you die, I'll let it go,” Remus let out a breath and cuddled into Sirius again.

1978

“Alright that's the last box,” Remus sighed as he handed placed the last box down in Sirius new apartment.

“Thanks, Rem,” Sirius smiles as he starts to unpack his things, pulling clothing out of some of the boxes,

“I promised I would help so it's no big thing, how come James didn't come help,” Remus asked as he pushed his hands through his hair

“something about a date with pretty lily,” Sirius looked up from his boxes

“Alright then so hes not gonna barge in here or anything,” Remus asks smirking as he moved to sit on the new couch running his fingers over his lips.

“No Probably not why,” Sirius shrugged as he pushed one o the boxes over to the side of the way to small apartment,

“well, I guess this is the first time we've been alone together without the worry that James or peter would barge in,” Remus suggests, Sirius may be smooth but hes obvious at some things,

“I guess, what are you getting at lupin,” Sirius shrugged as he sat down next to Remus

“God, you're dense,” Remus commented

“whahm,” Sirius asked as Remus leaned forward to kiss him deeping the kiss almost emdilty “okay I got it now,”

“Thanks, dipshit” Remus teased as he stood up from the couch, “are you coming” Remus pulled his shirt over his head tossing it at Sirius,

“fuck yeah, I'm coming,” Sirius calls as Remus starts to walk down to where Remus and Sirius had put the bed earlier,

1994

“so, a professor,” Sirius asked,

“Yeah, I didn't really know what to go into but I managed to get you through school so I must have some skills,” Remus teases as he sat next to Sirius in 12 Grimmauld places,

he would have never imaged them being in that house together it was Sirius mothers home,

“Haha, I guess you lost the job though,” Sirius looked down at his hands everyone else knew Sirius as suave and smooth but Remus knew that Sirius was actually kinds bad at talking to people or about anything serious,

“that's okay,” Remus brushed off, and reached out to touch Sirius' hair, it was so much longer then it had been when they were in school even when he grew it out.

“is it?” Sirius asked Remus touched his face and Sirius leaned into the touch,

“it is,” Remus grinned

“Thanks, dipshit,” Sirius let out

“You remembered,” Remus bit his tongue

“you where the only light,” Sirius sighed and fell into Remus lap, “please don't leave”

“I won't,” Remus combed his fingers through Sirius' hair,

about fourteen years ago this all would have been so different,

1996

“it's funny you know, I haven't smoked one of these since we were teens,” Remus held a half-burnt cigarette, “I only smoked with you I guess because I remember that you would take it out of my mouth and take a puff” Remus looked down at Sirius grave, holding a half-burnt cigarette in his fingers, Remus is sorta wet after all it had been raining when he left the house.

“tonks is not pleased that I've taken up smoking again, I don't have the heart to tell her that I smoked pot throughout most of Hogwarts and then throughout most of my adult life until I couldn't really afford it anymore,” Remus sighed, “and now I'm talking to a hunk of rock,” Remus placed his free hand on the grave, he hadn't had it in him to cry about Sirius death, he knew harry was a mess, but Remus had cried for his friends already.

“I came across one of the old photos, one of our group, your on my back and Marlee is scrunching up her face next to us, peter is laughing at you and lily and James are being stupidly cute, and we must be only 17 in this photo,” Remus commented as he thought about the photo

“I mean I guess we have to be 17, Marlee was only 18 when, yeah, I guess I was waiting for the war to end or something I don't know but I didn't tell you I love you, or at least not enough,” Remus sighed, they weren't kids anymore, they weren't high school lovers like they had been, back when sneaking off into broom closets was the risky thing they could do.

“I hope you are resting now, out of anyone II know I think you need it, so thanks dipshit, I promise that's the last one” Remus smiled,

Remus wasn't moring Sirius because Sirius had died with James a part of Remus had died with James too,

“rest now, thank you for everything,” Remus placed his hand on the grave and then flicked the cigarette out onto the grass stomping it with his boot he felt like he was a kid for a second then with a crack of thunder he was a broken adult again,

1979

“I can't believe you two are getting married,” Remus spoke through the cloud of smoke as they stood on the couples apartment stope,

“Neither can I, you both know your 19 right,” Sirius asked grabbing the cigarette from Remus,

“Yes, Sirius we both know that,” Lily smiled as she took a breath from her cigarette, “some times it's just right,”

“I'm gonna tell fourteen-year-old lily Evans that,” Remus smiled,

“You could tell sixteen-year-old lily that and she wouldn't believe you,” Peter joked getting a laugh,

“you all better be there,” Lily nodded sure in her words lily was never one for suggestions,

“We wanna get married with all our friends around before it's too late” James nodded taking lily's freehand with his free hand

“Marlee would have been so happy, for you both” Remus grinned, and lily softly smiled back “can I have my cig back”

“No, so when is it gonna be,” Sirius asked holding the cigarette out of Remus reach Remus rolled his eyes and lit a new one,

“soon we don't have an exact date but soon,” Lily shrugged

“here,” Sirius flicked the now dead cigarette at Remus

“Thanks, dipshit,” Remus rolled his eyes,

1998

“I guess this is death,” Remus asked tonks looked up at him her eyes slightly teary, but Remus looked younger to her,

he looked like a student,

“Moony” someone called tonks couldn't recognize the voice but Remus face lit up, James ran over to him tacking him to the floor Sirius also looking much younger joined him

“You must be tonks,” Lily asked

James and Lily didn't look like they did in photos, they looked like young adults but it had seemed that Sirius and Remus had changed to look the same,

“yeah,” tonks scratched the back of her neck,

“boys let go,” lily called each getting up to join her, Remus reached out his hand as another girl joined them,

“marls,” Remus smiled and she grinned back

“rems,” she grinned biting her tongue,

“Marlee doesn't he look really cute next to her,” Sirius put his head on Marlee's shoulder

“I wasn't arguing with you Sirius, I simply said that she looked a little young to get married not all of us wanna be marryed at 19″ Marlee looked at lily and James

“shes talking about you,” Sirius looked over at them

“thanks” James paused then added “dipshit”

“is no one ever gonna let that go,” Sirius asked as they all laughed but tonks looked up at Remus

“what are they letting go,” she asked

“it started in 1975 and some people had been drinking” Remus started telling tonks the story.

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two announcements in one day, i know - we’re just outta control. anyway!! we’re here to give you our first preview!! seeing as we think it ties in nicely with our development contest we’re giving you the chance to check out the storm’s member groups!! you can see them all below the cut and hopefully you can find somewhere to drop your character!

examples: molly weasley, lexie grey, ned stark, mary winchester, sookie st. james, phoebe halliwell, charles boyle, wendy darling, diana prince, samwise gamgee.

Caring, trustworthy and warm – these characters will always put other people’s needs before their own. That’s not to say that they’re pushovers; but they are more than willing to put themselves on the line to help others. They’re family-orientated and work better surrounded by people that they care about rather than on their own. A little stuck in their ways, they tend to like routine and knowing what’s going on – but that’s not to say that, with a gentle push in the right direction, they’re not willing to bend every now and again. They’re the problem-solvers and the ones you go to for advice or just a shoulder to cry on. They’re compassionate, understanding and honest whilst arguably a little meddlesome; but it’s only because they can’t help but try to get stuck in and help solve a situation if they see someone struggling. Principled and empathetic, they make the best kind of friends and add just a touch of calm to your life.

aesthetic: open fires, fluffy blankets, picnic baskets full to the brim, honey covered pancakes, hufflepuffs, freckled skin, handmade get-well-soon cards, bubble baths, chunky knit sweaters, old vinyls, reading glasses, cluttered kitchens, the smell of freshly baked bread, mom-jeans, the colour of leaves changing at fall.

examples: ryan reynolds, steve trevor, jim halpert, glenn rhee, rebecca pearson, neville longbottom, gale hawthorne, april kepner, mushu, chandler bing, robb stark, jake peralta.

These characters are your regular joe bloggs: they’re content and happy to drift through life without causing a scene or making a fuss. That’s not to say, however, that you should underestimate them -- though they’re not constantly battling to be the centre of attention, they’re smart, realistic and have a tonne of creative and fun ideas to throw into any situation. They’d be the person you called at 3am to help you bury a body without asking questions, basically. They’re the type of person to keep you grounded but can also be easily persuaded into some grand adventure, even if that’s just ice cream at 2 in the morning. Sure, maybe they pass up opportunities in favour of living a quiet life – but they’re a big personality that make any room fun and engaging. They won’t leave someone sat by themselves at a party, that’s for sure, and you’ll usually find them with a smart quip or funny joke to make the mood lighter.

aesthetic: fresh bed sheets, the smell after rain, street lamps reflecting off the pavement, listening to rain whilst wrapped up in a blanket, dog-eared books, slightly burnt toast, messily packed suitcases, dishes piled by the sink, thirty phone notifications, overgrown pot plants.

examples: katniss everdeen, prue halliwell, betty cooper, legolas, mary crawley, peggy carter, hermione granger, spock, cristina yang, amy dunne, arya stark, margaery tyrell, miranda priestley, shuri.

These characters ooze class and sophistication from every pore. They’re your studious, practical and just downright smart characters. They hold themselves, and everyone else, to pretty high standards and honestly believe that they know best in every, and any, given situation. They can be a little condescending without meaning to be at times but it usually comes from a place of good intention. No one can question the drive these characters have and, nine times out of ten, when they set a goal for themselves: they’ll achieve it. Whilst their minds are brilliant things to behold, they sometimes need a little help when it comes to the more emotional side of life. They hate to show weakness but despite their hard exterior, these characters feel a lot - probably because they’re notorious overthinkers. They’re definitely people that you want fighting in your corner with their quick wit and determination – just make sure you don’t wrong them, because if they’re good at anything then it’s holding a grudge.

aesthetic: to do lists, post-it notes on the fridge, colour-coded diaries, black coffee, late nights in the office, bulging bookcases, crisp white shirts, half-eaten toast, organised desks, the cold side of the pillow, early morning sun creeping through a crack in the curtains, opened take out containers, pinterest boards, alarm clocks, flickering light bulbs.

examples: haymitch abernathy, ginny weasley, alex karev, han solo, rosa diaz, cersei lannister, tony stark, jessica jones, draco malfoy, thorin oakenshield, jon snow, nick carraway, laura moon.

Dark and brooding; these characters are the ones most likely to pick a fight. They’re opinionated, feisty and it constantly feels like they woke up on the wrong side of the bed. These characters act like they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders and usually aren’t willing to let anyone else in to help them. They’re independent, resilient and incredibly resourceful but it often hinders their likability by… a lot. They can get incredibly narrow-minded and focus on what they don’t have instead of what they do. Stormy and tempestuous they’re most likely to pick a fight with you over nothing just because you looked at them the wrong way. It’s not all bad though; they’re fierce protectors and are unfailingly loyal to those they consider close. Yes, they have hot tempers and they’re prone to serious bouts of jealousy and possessiveness… but the bottom line is that they don’t really care what you think about them so, in a way, they’re arguably the freest type of character.

aesthetic: unmade beds, thunderstorms rolling in, cracked mirrors, cups of half-finished coffee, whiskey, leather jackets, ripped knee jeans, beaten up converse, piles of clothes, organised chaos, park benches at night, seedy bars, haphazardly open drawers, half-smoked cigarettes, shattered glass, lipstick stains on shirt collars.

examples: luna lovegood, arwen undómiel, george o’malley, cinderella, rory gilmore, veronica lodge, jane villanueva, jane porter, arthur weasley, lucy pevensie, jane bennett, bilbo baggins, phoebe buffay.

These are your happy-go-lucky characters. The dreamers, the trendsetters… the ones who brighten up a room every time they walk in. They dream big and sometimes get a little lost along the way, forgetting about reality for a little while. They’re rebellious and brave and are willing to put everything on the line to achieve what they want to achieve. They’re the inspirational friend who manages to juggle two jobs, ten hobbies and writing a book on the side – you know? They feel a lot pretty much all of the time – from one extreme to the other. They fall in love at least twice a day – three times on a Sunday – and they cry at sad television adverts every single time. It’s hard not to feel moved when you’re around one of these characters or even just a little inspired by their total acceptance of who they are as a person. They might not know exactly who they are yet but they’re sure on their way. Just don’t mistake them for being the wishy-washy type because they’re determined little creatures who tend to get exactly what they want without fail.

aesthetic: surprise parties, quaint coffee shops, the first signs of spring, oversized cardigans, personalised thank you notes, sun kissed skin, movie marathons, dainty jewellery, potted plants, binge watching Netflix, brightly coloured rooms, belly laughs, vintage furniture.

examples: ron weasley, cheryl blossom, petra solano, sirius black, james t. kirk, monica geller, flynn rider, meredith grey, jyn erso, lara croft, elizabeth bennett, claire fraser, amy santiago.

These characters want to stand out. Whether it’s for their brains, their looks, their charity or their scandals… they want to make a difference. It’s not always entirely for the good of others either; they like the praise, attention and constant affirmation. Sometimes it’s selfishly motivated and other times these characters are just genuinely looking for some love and validation. Honestly? Most of the time, deep down, these characters are cripplingly insecure and make up for that by throwing themselves out there; whether that’s with their sense of humour, their work ethic or even just straight up being rude… whatever sets them apart from the crowd and gets them noticed, right? They might be the most morally-loose of the groups and they may get a little… crazy sometimes; trampling on other people’s feelings and forgetting that their actions have consequences but they’re just searching for that big-time confirmation that they matter… to someone.

aesthetic: drunk phone calls at 3am, photo albums full to the brim, eyes rolling, clothes left in the washer, the first bout of frost, way too loud music, staying in the club until closing, bold colours, thunder and lightning, over the top gestures, first over the finish line, shouting matches.

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