#james has to practice for a quidditch match but he still likes to check in on his lovers

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Blooming. One of these days I’ll actually write a microfic (key word micro). Tw: light mention of grief, depression, low self esteem. But nothing too heavy.

A scene from an AU where Sirius commissions a wizarding artist to decorate his godson’s room.

Sirius tried not to hover. Going up to the second floor to “pick up a few things” was a perfectly reasonable activity. It certainly wasn’t a terrible excuse to peek into his godson’s new room and check on the unfortunately attractive painter he had hired.

Remus Lupin. His status as a werewolf was well known among the wizarding community, but there wasn’t a better artist out there. Even the most prejudiced of wixen families had begrudgingly hired Lupin so they could show off the breathtakingly beautiful paintings adorning their children’s walls.

If Sirius had to hear one more piece of gossip about the roaring dragons on the little Malfoy’s walls, he would spontaneously self combust. To prevent this, he had finally asked his assistant to arrange for Lupin to paint Harry’s walls. He’d be damned if his little Prongslet missed out on anything, regardless of what Molly Weasley said about spoiling him. They had both already lost too much, to not have this glimpse of happiness. The poor baby already had trouble sleeping in his room, preferring to climb in with Sirius every night. But as much as Sirius loved to cuddle with his godson to soothe his own nightmares of the war, he knew Harry needed to start sleeping in his own room. He hoped that soothing wall illustrations would ease the transition.

But he didn’t know what to expect from Lupin. What if he wasn’t as good as they said? He already had reservations about anything Narcissa and Lucius held in high regard. The dragon painting was probably horrendously gaudy. It would certainly match their personalities then. Sirius snorted thinking about the pretentiousness of the peacocks wandering around the Malfoy property.

With that thought, Sirius drew himself to his full height and knocked on his godson’s door. Receiving no answer, he slowly pushed it to see Lupin calmly sketching indecipherable smudges on the wall. Sirius frowned, wondering how on earth anyone saw artistic values in the strange lines the curly haired man had drawn. A sudden surge of self disgust rose within him. Here he was, a rotten godfather, who couldn’t even commission a proper painting for his godson. What had James and Lily been thinking, appointing him?

Still receiving no acknowledgement of his presence, Sirius felt decidedly annoyed. He slightly coughed, and then cringed internally. This is what has happened to you after spending so much time arguing with Umbridge in court, he thought to himself.

Lupin turned and gave him a wry smile. “Lord Black, my apologies.”

“No worries. Is there anything you need? Tea, water?” Sirius really needed a new excuse to come back in twenty minutes. There were only so many things he could “forget” to pick up from the attic.

“No thank you,” Remus turned to face him fully now, giving him an amused look. He probably knew exactly what Sirius was up to, Sirius griped internally. It wasn’t his fault those amber eyes practically saw through him.

“Actually there is something you can help me with. On the note your assistant passed on, she said you would like a Quidditch scene as well as a garden. Do you have any specific requests for the plants?”

Lost in the curious amber eyes that gazed back at him, Sirius took a little longer to process the question.

“Lilies,” he blurted. “And then lotus, jasmine, hibiscus. The rest can be typical magical plants that would be found in India.”

Remus paused before answering. He set his paintbrush down to brush a golden curl out of his eyes, revealing more of a long silver scar running down his jaw into his shirt collar. Sirius had the sudden wild desire to kiss it all the way down to its end.

“That sounds lovely,” replied Remus softly.

The combination of realizing his attraction to Lupin as well as the topic of the flowers made it difficult for Sirius to get his words out. He quickly nodded, and moved his gaze down at Remus’s art palette.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he choked out. He had turned to leave when he heard Remus’s voice.

“I don’t mind an audience, Lord Black,” said the artist mildly. “You can stay and watch if that’s what you prefer.”

Flushing, Sirius nodded and took a seat on the charmed rocking chair in the corner of the room. Remus watched him get settled, gave him another amused look, and turned back to the wall to return to his work.

Sirius soon found himself entranced in the artist’s confident and smooth movements. Within the hour, he could do nothing but gape at how strangely placed lines became outlines of lotus and lily flowers blooming in ponds, Quidditch players on broomsticks, and two mischevious looking Gryffindors exploring a forest.

After a few quiet hours, Remus broke the silence.

“May I ask the significance of the flowers, Lord Black?”

Sirius swallowed before responding. “My godson’s mother and grandmother. They had beautiful gardens and loved tending to them. I want him to go to sleep surrounded by their love.”

Remus’s gaze turned softer, yet without the usual pity that Sirius hated seeing in other people.

“That’s beautiful. I will do everything I can to capture your vision,” he replied. He reached out to touch Sirius’s arm, lighting a fire of desire inside the wizard.

Sirius felt the sudden urge to hug Lupin, or even better to snog his face off. And then late at night, confide all of his secrets, his desires, his worst fears to the man.

“Could I?” blurted Sirius, motioning to the space next to Remus’s stool. Remus looked surprised, but in the next moment smiled so brilliantly that Sirius almost cried at his sheer beauty.

“Please do.” As Remus returned to his work, Sirius continued to watch him paint with rapt attention, stealing looks to admire the way Remus’s face contorted into a slight frown when he perfected a tiny detail, or how his features turned relaxed and peaceful as he lost himself in the painting. Sometimes, Sirius swore he could feel the artist stealing looks at him as well.

A few years later, Sirius sat in the same position, admiring the blooming lotus flower in the painted pond. As his eyes moved toward the edge of the water to take in a miniature black haired man, a curly haired artist, and a messy haired little boy picnicking joyfully, he couldn’t help but feel that everything was going to be alright.

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #remus x sirius #wolfstar au #agatha writes wolfstar

[heartofspells]

This Side of the Trees

This is completely @narcissa-black-supermacy's fault, just so everyone is clear on that.

Sunshine. He is sunshine, that first warm breath after leaving the chill of an old castle, the brush over skin that makes the hairs stand on end, like plants craning for light and life. He's the laughter heard across a crowded hall, magics intertwining from four tables away, a head perking up when it reaches ears against all reason, tingles down a spine. He is joy in a world where it rightfully shouldn't exist.

It's a gradual thing, happening so slowly he almost misses it. Hogwarts is a maze of days and occurrences, nothing ever the same yet there's still that odd level of monotony covering everything, one bleeding into the next repeated phrase of hold your head high, don't back down, never waver in anything. Be the prince; never convey favor to anyone unless they've earned it, and only then remain minimalistic. No one deserves praise from a Black.

Regulus is the heir with Sirius gone, running like the coward he is, and Regulus is expected to uphold his family's ideals and practices now more than ever, never toeing over that regal line that separates him from them, the ones beneath who he is and all for which he is meant to stand. His once brother had flocked to them, those outliers, the ones with garbled, tainted blood or the traitors of their own until he'd become one himself. Regulus thinks Sirius looks happier for it, but he shakes it off whenever the notion rises. Happiness is a subjective thing, or so he thinks until he runs bodily into James Potter one evening as they both round a corner.

He's knocked to the ground with jolting force, Potter larger than him, broader in the chest and shoulders, Regulus' stature not able to match up just yet, probably never. Sirius got the build, strengthening it through Quidditch and running rampant through the school, never hesitating to climb tall trees when able, sliding down banisters with gripping thighs. Regulus has remained wispier, thin, easily slipping in and out of places when necessary, his own intimidation coming from his sharp-edged tongue and ability to wilt all those around him with the flash of eyes.

Regulus glares up into hazel irises staring at him a bit warily, guarded around their edges, tanned skin creasing in the corners. He waits for something, a biting remark, a joke of some sort, knowing how quickly Potter can jump to cruelty in the name of what he considers witticisms, but nothing comes, and Regulus seethes.

"For Salazar's sake, Potter," he snaps heatedly as he pushes himself up, weight leaning back on his hands over the chilled stone floor, "do those glasses actually serve a purpose or do you simply wear them as an outrageous fashion statement? If that be the case, I have dreadful news for you. You still need your eyes checked, and those frames are wholly wrong."

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[enbysiriusblack]

It was freezing cold as Slytherin and Gryffindor flew to the skies. There were cheers from the stands, not as many as the summer and spring matches that brought everyone outside, only the players friends and the students more interested in the sport had chosen to sit in the harsh weather to watch them.

Marlene saw her own friends there, Peter with a banner he had chucked to the side in order to stuck her hands in his pockets. Lily and him were talking, probably about quidditch tactics. Remus and Mary heating up drinks for the other people in the stands.

The players themselves were less focused than usual, especially once it started to rain. Sirius had practically left the game; instead focusing on knocking his brother off his broom so that he'd fall onto the muddy field.

Most of the other players were either complaining about the weather to each other or joining in on Sirius' separate game.

The only people still playing properly were Dorcas and James, racing around the pitch after each other. No wonder they were the captains.

And as Dorcas scored a point and grinned at Marlene as if they had proved their superiority over her, Marlene decided to focus back on the match.

She flew over to Sirius and stole their bat, ignoring their outrage, now with a bat in each hand she sent both bludgers straight at Dorcas just as as they tried to score.

They dodged the first bludger with a laugh, but weren't expecting the second one straight afterwards and it hit them in the arm. Dorcas dropped the ball which James swiftly picked up and threw into the opposite hoop.

In went on like that for a while; no one guarding the hoops, and Marlene and James against Dorcas by themselves.

Until the golden snitch flew over to Sirius and Regulus took revenge against them by jumping off his broom and onto Sirius'. Regulus caught the snitch as the two started fighting and crashed to the ground, both covered in mud.

"Regulus Black has caught the snitch! Slytherin wins!"

"Dammit!" James yelled, flying down to the ground.

"You lose. Again." Dorcas laughed.

Marlene huffed, dropping both bats which fell to the ground.

"We would've won", Marlene said, narrowing her eyes.

Dorcas raised an eyebrow, "But you didn't. I did."

Marlene shivered as she went to retort. And as Dorcas noticed, they performed a warming spell on her without thinking about it.

They both froze, staring at each other in shock. Until James had somehow gotten Hooch's whistle.

"Come on, Marlene! We need to wallow together!"

"Your Captain's calling", Dorcas said back, hands fidgeting with the quaffle in their arms.

Marlene looked between James and Dorcas before flying closer to the Slytherin.

"I don't wallow."

"Sure, you don't", Dorcas smirked, "You are used to losing by now," their broom lowering a little. It was an old make, and quite temperamental.

Marlene caught the movement and grabbed one of the pieces of red fabric that she had tied to her own broom.

"What are you doing, Mckinnon?"

Marlene started to tie the fabric to Dorcas' broom, "Just- Wait, okay?"

Dorcas shockingly listened and watched at Marlene finished tying the red fabric.

"Are you trying to make me look like I'm a gryffindor?"

She snorted, "No. It's charmed. I made it, it basically stabilises your broom, so it makes it easier to hover without moving at all. I made it for myself as it's quite useful for beaters, that's why Sirius has the same on theirs."

"Is that not cheating?"

"I checked with Hooch. She said it was fine."

Dorcas hummed, touching the red fabric with a smile, "Does it have to be red?"

Marlene laughed before pulling out her wand to change the colour, "What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue."

"Surprising."

Dorcas looked at Marlene with a question on their lips, "Why?"

She shrugged, "I just assumed it was green."

"Is yours red then?"

Marlene looked at them, "Yellow, actually."

Dorcas smiled, "Like the sun?" they gestured towards the sun that was slowly setting in the distance.

Marlene followed their gaze, "Exactly. It's... warm."

Dorcas smiled, which Marlene returned. The orange glow dipping her smile in light. She had caught the sun, and it smiled back at her.

Maybe she had won, after all.

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[spxllcxstxr]

Game On • J.P

(Gif not mine)

Writing Challenge: @lunalovecroft ‘s 2.7k Trope Writing Challenge! Congrats again! Everyone go check out their fantastic blog! Trope: Quidditch Rivals and Secret Dating

Summary: No one knows that rival captains, Potter and (Y/Ln), have been in a secret relationship for quite some time. Then, the Championship Game arrives.

Warnings: cursing, a small hint of steaminess (nothing big—it’s like a quick mention and that’s it), slight Wolfstar and Dorlene mention, mention of breakfast at the Great Hall, kissing, use of Ms when referring to the reader (only once), nonGryffindor!reader

Word Count: 2k

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Your eyes snap open hours before they have to, your dorm still pitch black, the soft snores of your friends filling up the otherwise quiet space. The covers feel heavy and restricting on top of you, something you quickly remedy by kicking them clear off the mattress.

You swing your legs over the edge, feet meeting the cool wooden floor.

Rubbing your eyes, you glance over at the ornate clock on your nightstand. One in the morning. You sigh, your goal of getting a good night’s sleep before your important match in ruins.

Your skin crawls at the thought of the Championship Match only hours from now. The amount of blood, sweat, and tears you’ve shed in preparation for it is frankly quite concerning.

Unable to get back to sleep, you drag yourself out of bed, shoving your feet into plush slippers before slipping quietly out of your room. You’re forced to tiptoe around scattered books, most of them Quidditch related from last night.

There’s no way you’ll be getting back to sleep anytime soon, the anxiety of the morning’s match coursing through your veins. The nerves were the worst part of competitive Quidditch—after all these years you still couldn’t shake them.

Absentmindedly, you think about heading to the Kitchens, the warm and comfortable environment sounding like exactly what you need.

Late night visits to the Kitchens aren’t anything new, you and James often sneak out after curfew hidden underneath his Invisibility Cloak. Sitting in the far corner behind countless shelves and barrels was a frequent date for the two of you since it offered enough privacy from the rest of the castle.

The two of you could hold hands on the table, his thumb open to draw little figure eights between your knuckles. Your eyes could light up just looking at him without the fear of being called out. His lips could capture yours in a sweet or passionate kiss and no one would know.

The real and complete reason for keeping your relationship a secret was long since forgotten, but the general idea is still shared. It’s just easier being Quidditch rivals instead of being Quidditch rivals that snogged the second feet touched the ground. Neither of you were ever accused of going easy on the other during matches, and that’s how the two of you preferred it.

Plus, there was something romantic about sneaking around the castle and through secret passage ways pressed closely underneath his cloak. Stolen kisses in empty classrooms and quick shags in broom closets were fun when they weren’t inconvenient.

In the back of your mind you have an inkling that James might be huddled up in the usual spot as well, considering he has a match as well in a few hours.

You shuffle through the common room, a few third years spread out on the couch, sleeping atop their textbooks and notes. The fire crackles and pops lowly. A shiver runs down your spine as you step out into the corridor.

“Lumos!”

A murky blue light blooms from the tip of your wand, lighting up the dark corridor.

You shuffle across the stone, the occasional laugh or snore echoing throughout.

Filch isn’t an issue at this time of night, surprisingly the old care taker does get some sort of beauty sleep, though it does him no good, so you find yourself walking normally instead of carefully creeping around.

It doesn’t take long to get to the portrait of the bowl of fruit, faint giggles coming from the pear. You extend your arm to tickle the bottom of the pear, it’s giggles erupting even louder before morphing into an intricate brass doorknob.

Stepping through the threshold you’re immediately met with a blast of heat due to the large fireplace that practically takes up the wall to your right. Even though it’s the middle of the night, plates and goblets and utensils are clanking and crashing together, the pitter patter of house-elves darting around the area isn’t surprising at this point.

“Nox.”

The blue light fades and flickering orange takes over.

A small and pale grey figure rushes up to you, jittery like they’ve just consumed a gallon of coffee. One ear droops low enough where it’s almost dragging across the floor while the other is significantly shorter.

“Ms. (Y/Ln)!” The house-elf squeaks, wringing their lavender cloth between their fingers. “Mr. Potter is waiting for you!”

“Alright, Tilly.” You smile warmly at the elf. “Thank you.”

As you make your way to your usual spot in the back of the Kitchens, you hear Tilly bound back over to the counters, joining the many other house-elves that work down here.

Behind stacks of old crates and barrels, there’s an old and decrepit picnic table, obscured from the rest of the room. Each time you and James show up you’re surprised the house-elves haven’t chucked it into the large fire yet. It’s so rickety it’s practically only good for firewood.

And being the spot for the two of you to find refuge in.

James is sitting with his back against the wall, legs outstretched across the bench just like you suspected. He’s lazily tracing a finger around the lip of his steaming mug, hazel eyes lost in thought. From your spot you can see his teeth toying with his bottom lip.

“You ok Jamie?” You ask softly, trying not to startle him out of his thoughts.

His eyes flick up to yours before he fixes his glasses and runs a hand through his bedhead.

“Knew you’d join me eventually, love.” He sends over a wink, face lighting up.

“And you didn’t think to pick me up at my common room?” You playfully scoff, slotting yourself between his legs, face pressed into his chest.

The red fabric smells suspiciously like the Quidditch shed, like he got in some late night practice.

“Oh yes, because standing out in the cold corridors outside of your common room after curfew is much better than just waiting for you in the warm Kitchens.” James’ chin rests in the top of your head, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“Blimey, chivalry really is dead.”

“Y’know, you could’ve waited outside the Gryffindor Tower for me.” James points out, chuckling at your complaint.

“I’m sorry.” You gasp. “Who has the Invisibility Cloak, again?”

“You got here just fine, didn’t you, love?” He snorts, chest rumbling.

“Whatever.” You grumble, rolling your eyes in defeat.

James sighs, rubbing your side. “You ready for the morning?”

You hum noncommittally, the thought of tomorrow’s match swirling through your mind.

“Nervous, love?” His voice is soft and delicate against your temple.

“I mean, this is my last chance, Jamie.” You mumble into his chest. “And of course it’s against you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, (Y/n)?” James asks, concern laced within his voice.

“It’s just that you’re an amazing player and I’m—“

“A spectacular player as well.” He interjects. “I’ve seen you out there practicing. You’ve built a bloody good team this year. We’re on equal footing.”

“Yeah well, I’ve never beaten you before.” You huff lightly, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“So?” He questions. “That doesn’t mean anything. There’s a reason you’ve made it into the Championship match, (Y/n). Because you’re a fucking phenomenal Captain. And I’ll hex anyone that tells you otherwise.” You feel his fingers flex angrily against your waist.

“You’re so sweet.” You pick your head up slightly to face him, a pout tugging at your lips.

“Guess I should give you a good luck kiss now, considering we won’t have time in the morning.” James’ hazel eyes shine in the flickering light while looking into your own.

“Does luck even last that long?” You bring your fingers up to hover over his sharp jawline.

“Sadly, love, we’ll have to test that.” He sighs.

You bring your lips to meet his, your fatigue making it a bit sloppier than it should’ve been. He nips at your lips, pulling you closer to his chest momentarily before pulling away.

You whine slightly at the loss of warmth.

“Gotta save some of that luck for myself, love. Can’t just let you win.” He smirks, lips grazing your hairline.

The two of you end up sitting there for another hour or so, listening to the fire crackling and the house-elves rummage around. Eventually, he pulls you underneath his cloak and drops you back off at your common room, a quick peck pressed to your lips.

You manage to drift back off to sleep, dreaming of James rather than Quidditch.

When you pry your eyes open for the second time, the sun is actually filtering through your curtains and most of your dormmates are awake and shuffling around.

You tune them out the best you can, opting to go through your routine in whatever silence you can find.

Your routine is quite simple, you let your joints pop and muscles stretch, trying to shake yourself awake.

The rest of the castle seems to be alive with boisterous laughter and over the top festivities. Glancing around at the corridors and the Great Hall, you’re able to notice a pretty even split between red and gold and your own house colors.

This was going to be one hell of a rematch.

Marlene and Sirius have a crowd forming around them as they flex and throw out trash talk. You watch as Remus and Dorcas try to coax them down from the tabletop, but they seem unsuccessful.

Peter, Mary, and Lily are fawning over James, hyping him up, even you can tell from across the Hall.

But he isn’t paying attention to them, his eyes are clearly trained on you behind his round glasses.

“Already envisioning Potter’s demise?”

You tear your eyes away from him, instead focusing on your teammate.

“Oh absolutely.” You smirk, before throwing yourself into last minute charts and maneuvers.

Breakfast goes by quick, your leg never stops bouncing underneath the table and your fingers tap incessantly against your goblet.

You and your team strut down to the pitch earlier than anyone else. There’s a slight breeze rolling through the grounds, something you take into account.

It becomes a bit of a blur after you’ve changed into your uniform, the crowd begins to show up and their cheers take over your hearing.

Remus is announcing the game, which you have no idea why since it never goes well for anyone. His commentary ranges from picking on James to flirting with Sirius to just trying to get McGonagall pissed off.

Marching out to the center of the grassy pitch, broom in hand, you’re bombarded with your name being enthusiastically chanted across the entire stadium. Confidence bubbles inside of you as you face James, Madam Hooch just beside you.

“Alright everyone, I expect a nice, clean, and fair game today. This is the Championship, no one will get away with any funny business.” Her tone is clipped as her yellow eyes take in everyone. “Captains, shake hands.”

You and James take a step forward, his hand firmly grasping yours.

“Good luck, love.”

With your hands still connected, James plants his lips on your own, and you eagerly kiss back.

The crowd erupts into even louder cheers.

“Bloody hell!” You hear Remus exclaim over the loud speaker. “James and (Y/Ln) are now snogging on the pitch! You own me five bloody Galleons, Sirius Black! I told you, you—“

“Lupin!”

James takes a step back, his usual smirk painted across his face. His hazel eyes glint mischievously behind his goggles, which he takes the time to adjust like they were his own glasses.

The roar of the entire castle fills your ears after your little reveal.

It’s a little overwhelming, you have to admit, but it doesn’t deter you. You’ve spent too many hours training for this very moment to back down now.

You roll your neck, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, but pixies have already erupted in your stomach. You feel James’ stare burning into you.

“Mount your brooms.” Madam Hooch’s harsh tone cuts through the crowd, but you’re barely paying attention to her as you swing a leg over your broom handle.

The whistle pops into her mouth like usual, but in the split second before she blows with all the air in her lungs, you lock eyes with your boyfriend.

His red and gold robes billow behind him, confidence just rolling off of him. Dark and chaotic curls drift in the breeze.

He sends you a wink.

“Game on, love.”

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[marauders-venting]

Spin The Bottle Part 2

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius), jily (james x lily)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 2883

a/n: here is part 2! I haven’t decided whether i like this or hate it but oh well

Remus and Sirius sit on the Astronomy Tower kissing and kissing and kissing. Remus has wanted this for so long, has wanted Sirius for so long that now that he has him there is no way he’s ever letting go. He’s finally allowed to hold Sirius, to touch him, to kiss his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. They kiss until their lips are red.

“You’re a good kisser, Moony,” Sirius says, smirking at him as they sit on the Astronomy tower, side by side, hand in hand.

“Not as good as you,” Remus said, bumping their shoulders together.

“Well, obviously,” Sirius says, flicking his hair back and they both laugh. “Give yourself a little credit though, Rem. You had me kind of weak in the knees there.” Remus blushed and looked down as a smile tugged at his lips. He wondered when he would be able to accept compliments with as much confidence and effortlessness as Sirius did, if ever.

“Can I ask you something?” Remus asks.

“Of course,” Sirius says.

“How long have you… you know… wanted to do that?”

Sirius laughs a little. “A very long time,” he says. “More than a year now.”

“A year?” Remus said in disbelief. “How come you never said anything?”

“Same reason you didn’t I suppose,” Sirius said shrugging. “I was afraid to fuck everything up. I didn’t want to lose you.” Remus nods. “Remus?”

“Yeah?”

“I…” he swallows, “I think I might be in love with you.” Remus smiles and squeezes Sirius’ hand.

“I think I might be in love with you too, Sirius,” he says.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” says a voice behind them. “Enough with the ‘I think’ bullshit. I know you love each other. And you know it too. Or at least, you should. Anyone with eyes can see it.”

“What the fuck, James?” Sirius said, as James landed beside them and got off his broom. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to say you’re welcome,” James said. “For getting you two together cause God knows you were never going to get there on your own.”

“What are you talking about?” Remus said.

“Who do you think has been helping Lily carry out her plans?”

“You know, Prongsie,” Sirius started, using the nickname that James said he hated but everybody knows he secretly loves it, “I find it very hypocritical that you tell us that anyone with eyes can see we love each other and that we would’ve never gotten there on our own when anyone with a functioning brain can see that Lily likes you. And yet you somehow seemed to have missed that.”

“Nope,” James said. “I’m not falling for that again.”

“I’m serious,” Sirius said.

“You’re always Sirius,” James said. “Anyway. She’s made it pretty clear where she is. She said no. I’ve accepted it. It’s ok. Plus, I just… don’t wanna get my heart broken again, okay?”

“But you won’t though. She’s into you, I swear; you can tell. Right?” Sirius said, turning to Remus for support.

“Yeah,” Remus says, slowly. “But I still don't think you should go for it.”

“What? Why not?” Sirius demanded.

“Let Lily take her time. Let her figure out what she wants. She’ll come to you when she’s ready. You don't want to piss her off again by being an asshole.”

“And if she doesn’t?” James asks.

“She will. Eventually. I’ll talk to her.”

“You really think she likes me?” James asks, hopefully.

“Enough with the ‘I think’ bullshit,” Sirius said in his best imitation of James which wasn’t that good really. “I know she likes you.”

“Okay, okay I get it,” said James. “I did actually come here for a reason other than saying you’re welcome though.”

“Yeah? It better be important,” Sirius said.

“It is. You need to sleep, Sirius. We have a Quidditch match tomorrow and you need rest if we’re going to win,” James said.

“Ugh. Fine, Mum,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll be there in two minutes.”

“I’m counting,” James called as he mounted his broom and flew down to the tower on the other end of the school and in through the window of the Gryffindor common room.

“Knowing James, he really is counting,” Remus said.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Sirius said. “Still though, he won’t fly back out unless I take a really long time. I’d say we have about five more minutes until we have to start going back.” A grin spreads across Sirius’ face as he leans in slowly and kisses Remus. The kiss is different this time than it was before. It wasn’t as hungry and desperate. It was soft, gentle.

“I love you, Moony,” Sirius murmured against Remus’ mouth.

“I love you too Padfoot.”

When Remus woke up the next morning, the dorm was empty but this didn’t surprise him. James wanted the whole team to eat breakfast early so that they had time to warm up a little before the game. Remus changed quickly and went down to the Great Hall to grab some food before the entire school went outside to watch a game that Remus was entirely uninterested in. Except for the parts where he could watch Sirius play.

Remus was half convinced that everything that had happened last night was a dream which is why he was pleasantly surprised when he got down to breakfast and Sirius pressed a light kiss to his lips, blushing furiously.

“Morning,” Sirius muttered, turning his attention back to his toast but still unable to hide the contagious smile on his face.

“Morning, love,” Remus said. And now it was his turn to blush and smile like an idiot.

“As adorable as you two are,” James started, rolling his eyes and earning a kick from Sirius under the table, “ow, fuck! Sirius, we have a game, I can’t be injured!”

“Oh calm down, you don’t need your legs to fly,” Sirius said.

“Just get your arse down to the pitch, will you?” James said.

“Fine, let’s go.”

“Good luck,” Remus said, smiling at his friends as they and the rest of the team went to prepare for the game.

Lily, Remus, Dorcas and Mary went down not long afterwards to get good seats in the stands. The game was about to start and the two teams walked onto the pitch. James shook hands with the Ravenclaw captain and they mounted their brooms.

People started scoring points and a bunch of other things happened that Remus wasn’t really paying attention to. He was watching Sirius — the muscles in his back flexing as he swung the bat back to hit a bludger — happy that for the first time he didn’t need to hide his staring. It was only when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one staring dreamily at one of the players that he tore his eyes away from Sirius.

“Staring at a certain Quidditch captain now, are we?” Remus whispered in Lily's ear. Lily blushed and tore her eyes away from James, jabbing Remus in the ribs. He winced.

“Scar’s still healing,” he grunted.

“Oh god, Rem, I’m so sorry,” she said.

“It’s fine,” Remus said. “So you’ll admit you were staring at James?”

“Shut up,” Lily murmured, crossing her arms. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Really? Cause it seemed to me like you were checking out his—”

“I will elbow you again,” she threatened. Remus raised his hands in surrender. “Besides, you’re one to talk. You haven’t taken your eyes off Sirius since they came out onto the pitch.”

“True,” Remus said, shrugging, “But Sirius is my boyfriend—”

“You’re welcome, by the way—”

“Wait,” Remus gasped. “Are you saying James is your boyfriend? Is this a confession?” Remus knew that James was not Lily’s boyfriend. But the first step to getting there was to get her to admit that she actually likes him and Remus thought he might have a way.

“What? No!”

“Then you want him to be,” he said, crossing his arms in satisfaction.

“What— I… no, I— ugh,” Lily groaned, turning red and burying her face in her hands. “God, I’m as terrible at hiding it as you were, aren’t I?” Remus laughed and nodded.

“There’s nothing wrong with that though,” Remus said. “You liking him, I mean. He’s a good guy. And he really does care about you.”

“Yeah,” Lily sighed, resting her chin in her hand and staring at James again.

“So,” Remus said. “Are you going to do something about it?” Lily shrugged and Remus decided that it was best not to push the subject.

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Lily wasn’t surprised when Gryffindor won. She knew that James was training them hard. And with the number of Quidditch practices they had in a week, Lily had barely seen Marlene, Sirius, Peter or James for days. But now with the whole house celebrating in the common room, they were the center of attention. Everybody was crowded around them, asking them questions about the match and congratulating them on the win. Nobody was drinking (yet) because everybody knew that McGonagall often paid visits to Gryffindor Tower after they won Quidditch games to make sure that the parties didn’t get too lively.

Lily saw Remus sitting in the corner of the common room, reading a book. Occasionally he would glance over at Sirius and smile. Lily had been a bit unsure of her plan to get him and Sirius together at the time but now she was unbelievably glad that she had done it. It had only been a day and Remus already looked infinitely happier.

“Hey, Rem,” she said, sitting down next to him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Why aren’t you joining the party?” she asked.

“Too crowded. Too many people,” he said. Lily nodded. She knew that being caught in a sea of people all pressed together would give Remus a lot of anxiety. “What about you?” he asked. Lily merely shrugged but her eyes landed on James.

“You could just talk to him, y’know,” Remus said, following her gaze. “If you really like him.”

“You don’t think he’ll…”

“He’ll what?”

“I don’t know. I said no, didn’t I? I made my decision. And now I’m going to ask him out? Seems stupid, doesn’t it?”

“No,” Remus said, shrugging. “He asked you out… what two, three years ago? He’s changed. It’s that simple. Since Sirius moved in with him, he’s changed. And so did your feelings.” Lily nodded. She stood up and went over to the party, grabbing a beer and taking a sip. She weaved through the crowd over to where James and Sirius were still the centers of attention.

“Where’s Remus?” Sirius said in Lily’s ear as soon as she was close enough. Lily pointed out the corner where Remus was reading. “Thanks,” he said and ducked out of the crowd.

“Hey Evans,” James said, giving her a one-armed hug. “We won!”

“Congratulations,” she said. He looked to see where Sirius had gone and smiled fondly when he spotted him with Remus, now holding hands; Lily felt her insides melt and her heart pound when James turned to smile at her. She smiled back and tried to breathe. Remus was right. She should just talk to James.

Someone had just brought out a bottle of firewhiskey, drawing people’s attention elsewhere, so Lily figured they could slip away unnoticed.

“Potter,” she muttered, jerking her head to a corner away from both the party and their friends. He nodded and they both stood up and retreated quietly to the corner.

“Is everything ok?” he asked her, leaning against the backs of one of the armchairs.

“Yeah everything’s fine, I just…” And for once, words were failing Lily. She had no clue what to say or how to say it. All she knew was that she wanted James. So, instead of fumbling for the right words, she just leaned towards him and kissed him.

Lily couldn’t help laughing at the ridiculous(ly adorable) look on James’ face. He was smiling like he’d just been informed that he’d won the lottery but wasn’t sure if it was real or not.

“Was that… Did we just— did you just….” James stuttered.

“I like you, Potter,” Lily said, stepping towards them and closing the gap between them. “And I’d like to go out with you. If you want to.”

“I… yeah, that’s all I… I’d love that,” James said, smiling at the floor and shaking his head. He looked up at Lily and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lily replied, sounding more breathless than she meant to. So they kissed again. It was slower this time. They took their time, learning the feeling of each other’s lips. When they broke apart James still had that incredulous look on his face and was smiling at the ground.

“What?” Lily asked, tilting his chin up a bit so he looked her in the eyes. “What is it?”

“I just… I can’t believe you actually like me,” James said, a big, stupid grin on his face.

“Really? You’ve been saying that I would come around for years,” Lily said.

“Right but then you didn’t for like six years so I figured that was it,” James said.

“Yeah well,” Lily said, smiling back at him, “you’re a good person, Potter.”

“Really?” James said, amused. “Cause I seem to remember you calling me an arrogant toerag. Repeatedly.” Lily shrugs.

“You were.”

“So what is it that you like about me?”

“Potter, I like you but I’m not going to feed your ego,” Lily laughed.

“Not even a little?” James pouted. Lily rolled her eyes.

“I like that you care so much about your friends,” she said quietly. “That you’re so blindly devoted to them and trusting of them. I like how passionate you are about the things you like. Quidditch, Transfiguration… pranks. I like your stupid smile— ah there it is,” she said as James grinned at her words. “I like you, James Potter.” If Lily had thought James couldn’t look any happier, she was wrong.

“You said my name,” he said, excitedly.

“I did,” Lily said, laughing at how excited James got at something so simple.

“Are you going to call me that now?” he asked.

“We’ll see, Potter,” she said. She saw James glance sideways and looked over as well. Remus and Sirius were watching them, smirking. Lily rolled her eyes and pointed a certain finger at them but they just laughed and came over to where Lily and James were standing.

“So you got us together and we got you together,” Remus said.

“That is friendship at its finest,” James said, nodding.

“Ours was better though,” Lily said.

“What? No way!” Sirius said.

“Yes, it was,” Lily insisted. “You barely did anything. You talked to us. So? We masterminded a whole game.”

“Wow, spin-the-bottle how very original,” Sirius said. “Plus, you guys were harder. You used to hate James. At least Remus and I were actually friends.”

“Yeah, only the most oblivious friends on the planet,” James cut in.

“Oh, we’re the oblivious ones?” Remus said. “Did you not see Lily checking you out during the game?”

“No, I was a bit preoccupied winning, in case you didn’t— wait,” he said, turning to Lily. “You were checking me out?”

“I will elbow you again,” Lily said to Remus, choosing to ignore James. But that only made him smirk.

“You cannot keep using that,” Remus said.

“I will use it whenever I need to,” she said.

“Fine,” Remus said. “I think we can agree that we are all dumb and oblivious and dependant on our friends.”

“I’ll toast to that,” Sirius said, Summoning drinks with his wand.

“To friends,” Lily said, raising her glass.

“And boyfriends,” Sirius said, taking Remus’ hand.

“And girlfriends,” James added, sliding a hand around Lily’s waist.

“To us,” Remus said. Lily raised her eyebrows at him.

“Cliche much?” she said. Remus shrugged.

“I’m in a very cliche mood,” he said, kissing Sirius on the cheek and raising his glass.

“To us,” they said together, clinking the plastic cups and drinking.

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Warning:

Ok I added another paragraph because I like angst and I’m very mean. But I’m giving you a decision. You can stop reading here and be happy or you can keep reading and be really sad. The decision is up to you

TW for the next slide: mentions of death

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It was of that night that each of them thought in their last moments. When James faced Voldemort, wandless, determined to protect his wife and baby; when Lily stood in front of Harry’s crib, begging Voldemort to kill her and spare her baby; when Sirius fell through the veil, seeing the light leave the eyes of the only two people he loved who were still alive; when Remus saw the green light from Dolohov’s wand and made a decision not to fight back; all of them thought of the smile on each of their friends’ faces, the feeling of warmth security that they had when standing beside their lover, the innocence, hope and happiness that they had all lost not long after.

Each of them had suffered more than they deserved to but that night was a sign, a reminder, that they had been happy once, that they had been loved far more than most people are in their entire lifetime. That was the memory that James, Lily, Sirius and Remus all clung to when they died, willing themselves to feel the way they felt that night just one more time before everything ended.

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Princess Part 3

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 2 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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Over the next few weeks, as you suspected, you didn’t have much time with Regulus. He was always busy with something else. Whether it be his death eater business, quidditch, or whatever he had going on with his friends...you falling into second place. Sure, the two of you saw each other every day in classes and meal times but that wasn’t the “time” that you wanted.

“Don’t feel so bad, Y/n. I am not seeing a lot of Evan either.”

Emma said, trying to sound comforting but it was nothing of the sort. You never wanted a relationship like Emma and Evan. They seemed to be more about showing off than coming across as lovers.

“That’s easier said than done, Emma.”

What Regulus didn’t know was Alexander was using his absence to turn on his flirting game. Alexander was flirting with you every chance that he got. It didn’t matter how many times you told him to bugger off, Alexander was always there. He was always waiting for Regulus to disappear.

“You need to tell Regulus.”

Emma said, one morning over breakfast. Regulus had already left for a morning quidditch practice and Evan had wandered off to make some first year’s life miserable. You looked up from the tea that you had been absentmindedly stirring since Alexander finally got the hint and left. It took you practically yelling at him and Emma telling him to “live in fear” before he checked out.

“And watch Regulus and my cousin get in trouble for basing Alexander’s face in? Besides, Regulus has enough on him right now.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed.

“He is still your fiancé.”

You shrugged.

“Fiancé or not. He doesn’t have time for me right now.”

That afternoon, you sat in the library waiting for Regulus to show up. Today was date day. Neither of you had any afternoon classes and it would be the first time that the two of you had been alone together since the first day of school.

“Come on, Regulus, don’t let me down.”

You muttered, looking down at your watch. Another 20 minutes passed with no sign of Regulus. You finally got annoyed and gathered your books to head back to the Slytherin common room. If Regulus turned up then he could sit there and wonder why you weren’t showing up.

The moment that you stepped out of the library, Regulus and Evan turned the corner laughing about something. Regulus froze the moment that his eyes met your displeased one. Merlin, he forgot about your date.

“Y/n, wait.”

He called out after you as you turned in the opposite direction. Regulus bid Evan a farewell before taking off after you.

“Y/n!”

You didn’t stop until his hand finally wrapped around your wrist.

“Are you deaf?”

You shook your head.

“What do you want, Regulus?”

His frown intensified.

“You’re mad at me, Y/n. I get it.”

“Oh, look you remember who I am. Very good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have studying to do.”

Regulus didn’t move to let go of your hand. He wasn’t a fool. Regulus knew exactly why you were mad at him and you had every right to be. He hadn’t been the best fiance in the world over the past few weeks.

“I’m sorry. I just got hung up with….”

“With Evan. I know. I saw. Our date was supposed to happen an hour ago. Me, like a fool, waited for you...as always. I’m not waiting anymore. Go have your fun with Evan and leave me out of it.”

You didn’t wait for Regulus to reply before continuing your journey back to the Slytherin common room. When Regulus didn’t chase after you to voice his dissatisfaction with your comment; you were surprised. Normally, Regulus was not a “walking away” type of person.

Both Evan and Emma looked up when you stormed into the common room. Evan glanced down at his watch.

“That was a fast date. You two are getting quicker.”

You rolled your eyes.

“That’s because the date didn’t happen.”

Evan frowned.

“Where is Reg?”

You shrugged and headed for the girl’s dormitory.

“I don’t know and I don’t care either.”

The next morning was the first quidditch match. You were praying that Slytherin would stomp Ravenclaw’s butt. Watching Alexander be miserable because his superb seeker skills not being as good as he believed would be wonderful to see.

You hadn’t seen Regulus since your little tiff earlier the previous day. He didn’t come to find you nor did you go to dinner. If you had gone to dinner, Regulus probably would have just ignored you. That was how he handled any argument that wasn’t his “fault” (in his mind). Regulus would ignore you until you were pleading with him to speak to you.

That isn’t happening this time.

You thought. As much as you wanted to speak to your lover, Regulus needed to see that you were deserving of his time. If he wanted you to be his wife then you couldn't always come second.

“Hey, you came!”

Evan shouted as you plopped down beside him. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“Whether I am made at Regulus or not, I promised him that I would come. I also want to see Alexander two names have his ass handed to him.”

Evan smirked.

“Is he still giving you grief?”

“He hasn’t stopped.”

Emma said from her place on Evan’s other side. Evan frowned.

“I’ll deal with him later.”

You shook your head.

“Just drop it, Evan.”

You were thankful that the match had started so Evan had to drop the conversation. Evan would probably bring it up later to Regulus (if not the moment after the match ended). If Alexander turned up in the great hall with cuts and bruises all over him, you wouldn’t be surprised!

The match ended up being a lot more “personal” than you cared to admit. Alexander was looking for any excuse to run into Regulus. In return, Regulus had kicked the other boy off of his broom a few times. It was clearly evident that both team’s seeker was out for the other’s blood.

“Hope the little git breaks his arm.”

Evan said with a smirk as Regulus knocked Alexander off of his broom for the fourth time. The moment that Alexander hit the ground, he took his wand out and aimed a hex at Regulus as he caught the golden snitch. Luckily, Regulus knew what the other boy was doing and moved in time. That didn’t mean, however, Alexander was off injury-free. Regulus was off of his broom the second he could touch the ground and after Alexander.

You watched with an open mouth as Alexander made a mad dash to get away from Regulus. When Regulus punched Alexander in the face, he hit the ground hard. Alexander sat quietly for a moment as he recovered from the impact. After a moment, he jumped back up and made a dash for Regulus and latched onto his left arm clearly trying to pull as hard as he could.

There was a moment where Regulus’ sleeve pulled up and Alexander clearly saw the dark mark on the other boy’s arm. You knew exactly what was happening as Alexander slowly dared to meet Regulus’ face. Regulus raised an eyebrow and punched Alexander again.

“That is enough! Both of you, detention! 50 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin!”

Madame Hooch yelled as she stormed across the pitch to yank both boys apart. She didn’t care if Regulus and Alexander were both bigger than her. After realizing that Alexander’s nose was definitely broken and pouring blood, Madame Hooch turned back to Regulus with a surprised expression.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, Mr. Black but I suggest that you calm down while I take Mr. James to the hospital wing.”

Evan thought the whole thing was freaking hilarious. Your cousin was laughing like a damn hyena the whole way to the castle.

“I’m kind of jealous. Regulus got to give that little prick the most epic beat down in front of the whole school and I didn’t get one punch in.”

“Yeah, but at least you do not have detention.”

You replied. Evan shrugged.

“I would clean toilets for that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll see you two later, I’m going to wait for Regulus.”

You waited outside of the Slytherin locker room until Regulus walked out. He was clearly still seething as his eyes met yours.

“Come to fuss at me too?”

You shook your head.

“No, I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Spectacular.”

Regulus muttered before going to walk past you.

“So that’s it? One word from you…”

“What do you want, Y/n?”

Regulus snapped. He didn’t care how sad your eyes looked. At the moment, Regulus was mad and didn’t want to fool with anyone.

“I guess nothing.”

You replied and went in the opposite direction. It wasn’t going to do you any good to try to talk to Regulus at the moment. You could offer to take your shirt off for him and he would probably be offended by the color of the bra that you were wearing. Nothing would make him happy right now.

When Regulus walked back into the common room, Evan grinned like a proud parent.

“That was brilliant! Wait, where is Y/n?”

Regulus shrugged and pointed over his shoulder.

“Probably down at the lake.”

Emma quickly decided to come in.

“She’ll be fine, Reg. Alexander got what he deserved for messing with her the way that he has. I am glad that you finally saw it.”

Regulus frowned. What was Emma talking about? You hadn’t mentioned anything about Alexander to him in the past few weeks.

“What are you talking about?”

He questioned as Evan and Emma exchanged confused expressions.

“You didn’t stomp Alexander because of how he has been trying to make the moves on your girl?”

“Well, no. I was beating his face in because he gets on my nerves but no I think I need to go visit him again.”

Emma nodded and sat back down by the fire.

“Yes, you do. He has been coming onto Y/n hot and heavy but you would know that if you had been paying her one ounce of attention.”

Regulus was silent for a moment before he turned and went out of the common room in search of you.

You had been sitting by the lake for a good half an hour before you heard footsteps in the leaves.

“Y/n?”

Regulus’ voice answered your internal question on who you were about to be dealing with. You didn’t look up right away.

“Yes?”

You finally replied as Regulus dropped to the ground beside you. Regulus quickly reached out and pulled you into his arms.

“What’s that fucker been doing to you?”

“Nothing.”

You half-whispered. The last thing that you really wanted to do was argue with Regulus. The two of you were doing enough as it was.

“Don’t lie to me. Emma and Evan told me everything.”

“Well, now you know.”

You said before carefully pulling out of Regulus’ arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He questioned, softly.

“Why do you care? You haven’t paid attention to me for weeks. I can handle my own problems and don’t need you to do a goddamned thing. I think we should take a break, Regulus. We need to take a break until you can decide just what you want me to be in your life. I am not going to be some woman that is kept in a large house and not paid attention to unless you want your dick sucked or my legs spread for you. I am not living Narcissa Malfoy’s life.”

You quickly took off your engagement ring and put it back in Regulus’ hand. Regulus was stunned as he quickly stood up to chase after you.

“Y/n! Princess, wait. Look, I’m sorry that I have been busy with...er...things. I was wrong to not focus on you. Please, I love you. We’ve been together since we were children.”

You shook your head.

“I said we are taking a break. I’m tired of being second.”

You pulled yourself from Regulus’ grasp and stormed to the castle as the thunder began to roll...

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Hey! I just discovered your page and I was wondering if you could write a Cedric x female hufflepuff reader fanfic where they have matching patronuses :) I think they would discover this in the room of requirement when Harry teaches them the charm and Harry asks Cedric what he thought about when he produced the patronus :) again, love your fics and thank you so much !!!

ok this has sat in my inbox for so long and i’m so so sorry <3 i was hoping to write a full fic for this but every time i did, i’d hit a wall or feel like i was drawing the story out too much :( here is a blurb for now, and if i ever work out that full fic i’ll tag you in it <3 again, i’m so sorry and i hope you still like it :) i also had to bend some rules so: Cedric is a year younger so he can be in Dumbledore’s Army and i decided to make their patronuses the male/female versions of an animal (like James and Lily) instead of identical like Snape and Lily’s. also i had a hard time finding a good animal with different male/female appearances so i kinda just picked one, but idk if it rlly fits cedric at all :/ also this is cho chang erasure. sorry if ur a fan but i have personal beef w cho. also i can’t remember when harry found out his parents had matching patronuses so hopefully it was before OotP…

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“How did you do that?” You whispered to Cedric, who’d managed to produce some blue sparks from the end of his wand. Harry had explained the Patronus spell about 30 minutes ago, and all you’d managed to produce was a headache from trying to clearly recall her happy memory.

Cedric gave you a proud smile that shifted to reassuring when he saw your frustration, “You have to really focus on why the memory makes you happy.”

You barely noticed the pink tinge to his cheeks as you turned to try the spell again.

By the time you had gotten a few blue wisps from your wand, Cedric had conjured a little bird. It had trailing tail feathers and a little tuft atop its head. You watched in awe as it flitted above your head before dissolving into the air.

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face, and wanted to say something congratulatory, but Harry spoke from behind you first.

“That was brilliant, Cedric.” Harry came to stand between the two of you, “How’s yours coming [y/n]?”

“Um, it’s almost there? I just think my memory is a bit weak…” You said, suddenly nervous.

Harry seemed sympathetic, “That’s alright. It’s harder than it seems. Maybe Cedric could tell you his memory? It could help you think of a better one.”

Cedric met your eyes, then looked away briefly. His face was unreadable as he watched Harry move to check on the next group of students. When he turned his attention back to you, you gave him your most hopeful look, “Would you?”

His face softened into a small grin as he spoke, “Okay but you promise you won’t tease me?”

You scoffed, “When have I ever teased you?” Cedric rolled his eyes. You’d been teasing eachother ever since you were partnered together in Herbology in your second-year.

“Okay… do you remember last spring when there was that meteor shower?” Cedric started, and you felt your heart immediately soften. “You dragged me up to the Astronomy Tower after curfew to watch.”

You smiled at the memory, adding, “Yeah. I remember you complaining about how tired you were from Quidditch practice. I almost left to go watch without you, but you wouldn’t let me go alone.”

Cedric shifted on his feet and you saw the definitive blush on the tips of his ears, “But once the meteor shower started… I was so glad I went. It was magnificent.”

Your stomach fluttered and you turned slightly away, trying to evade the feeling Cedric’s gaze was giving you. The realization that you were a part of Cedric’s happiest memory made you suddenly shy.

“I think I’ll try that memory…” You glanced at Cedric quickly and hoped he didn’t catch the shakiness in your voice.

Closing your eyes firmly, you remembered the warmth of Cedric beside you in the Astronomy Tower that night and the way the lights danced across the dark night sky. You whispered the incantation to yourself, and opened your eyes in time to see a bird appear from your wand. As soon as you realized how similar it was to Cedric’s, you let the bird disappear.

“No, wait…” Cedric’s voice was a low whisper, “Do it again.”

You didn’t dare look at him, but nodded and conjured the bird again. It perched in a nook on the wall, and, after a moment, Cedric’s bird joined it. You looked closer at the way your bird looked like the mirror image of Cedric’s, but without the long tail feathers and head tuft. When you turned to finally look at Cedric, the soft look in his eyes made everything else around you fade.

Neither of you noticed the murmurs around the room and Harry’s timid approach. “Um…” Harry cut in, “Do you know what it means for Patronuses to match like that?” Cedric nodded slowly, but you shook your head and turned to Harry with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Well… my mum’s was a doe and my dad’s was a stag and…”

But the way your expression shifted made Harry’s words trail off. You turned to Cedric, and you couldn’t tell if he was surpressing a smile or tears.

That’s when Hermione swooped in—just as the realization washed over you—and suggested you and Cedric leave early to have a more private chat.

“I didn’t know…” You whispered, after a moment of walking silently down the corridor beside Cedric.

“I think I did.” He murmured, “I’ve felt it since that night in the Astronomy Tower.”

You kept walking in silence, but, when your hand brushed Cedric’s, he caught it. He gave your hand a squeeze before leading you up a flight of stairs.

It might have been a coincidence or it might have been fate or it might have been subconscious, but the two of you found yourselves back in the Astronomy Tower. This time, you could see the sun setting behind the forested horizon.

Standing together at the arched lookout, Cedric pulled you closer to him and you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Are you…?” Cedric said slowly. He didn’t need to finish the thought; you could tell from his nervous tone what he was asking.

“Absolutely not,” You reassured him, “I’m glad it’s you. I feel silly I didn’t realize it earlier.”

You felt Cedric’s body relax against you at your words. After a moment, you ventured your own question, “What about you?”

After pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, Cedric whispered, “I’ve got a new happiest memory.”

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truthfully i can’t decide if i like this but i didn’t want to keep you waiting and hopefully you still enjoy it <3 i promise i’ll keep working on the full fic based on this idea and hopefully i can flesh it out a bit more than this one

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All in the Family

Chapter 12: Quidditch

The office was so bare, that at first they thought they'd landed in an abandoned one. Yet the desk was filled with papers for markings, the curtains were well worn as if someone regularly pulled them back to view the Quidditch stadium beyond, and the chair was not the one from their time, but slightly modified into a more comfortable recliner. Still, there were no personal touches, and even those teachers who had no plans to stay longer than a year carried photos, or remnants of every human practice to somehow mark their space. No splash of color dominated, even the bedroom adjacent to the office held only standard bed sheets.

"We must be in Quirrell's office," Sirius decided. The feeling would never grow comfortable, but he was at least used to by now of shaking off the dizzying feeling of being somewhere he wasn't a second before so that he could step up to the desk and start rifling through drawers which were as bare as the walls, only filled with extra quills and ink.

"Bloke needs a personal decorator," Peter muttered, he'd never seen anything so bare bones, and he'd been to a DA teacher's office every year to know this wasn't common.

"What do you think happened here?" Frank asked as he stepped up to a corner of the room. There was an empty shelf that could have held any number of things from books to nicknacks, but it was as dusty as everything else. However, there was a small burn mark in the wall, with just the tips of a few feathers showing on the edge indicating it might once have been a bird implanted there, but now it was just a smoky, twisted shape like he'd tried to blast it off the wall instead.

Lupin stepped up beside him with a perplexed look as well, scratching his nail against this curiously. "I think it used to be an eagle," tracing his finger now across the lone visible feather, "maybe he used to be in Ravenclaw house?"

"Then why would he blast it off?" Franks brows only rose higher with such an odd form of an answer.

There was no explanation for this peculiar place, but that was the pattern of this whole journey so far. So Remus stepped up next to Sirius and plopped down in the seat, scooping up the book where it had landed first and reclining leisurely as he began the next part. He cheered with joy the moment he read the chapter title, and Sirius sat on the arm of the chair at once to lean in and see why. Remus automatically pushed his face away, but by the time he read it out to the others Sirius was already whooping with his own joy they were going to be reading about Harry's first Quidditch game, finally!

James was beside himself with joy at once, clutching Peter to him in ecstatic excitement before they even got to details, they were all aware of who the match was going to be against. Peter was being just as bad, squealing and wriggling around just as much, watching James carefully to make sure he'd stay upright even when he was released to start all but bouncing off the walls.

Alice watched them and couldn't help but laugh at the show, remembering the two times she'd actually sat near them in the stands during their younger years and knowing they could possibly get worse, so choosing to follow as Frank went into the adjacent room to find some lower level of noise.

Regulus just stood awkwardly at opposite ends of the room from Evans, admittedly more ecstatic for this but honestly still unsure of how much he should bother trying to interact with Sirius. His parents had been making it increasingly clear during his holiday visits Sirius may not even be around much longer if he didn't change up his act this summer, and no matter what crazy world they were flying through now, he should still honor his parents wishes and keep himself separate from the stain of his older brother. Just because his friends still managed to amuse him, and honestly he still couldn't help but look to what Sirius did and react the same way, didn't mean he was actually expected to hang around him.

Lily declined following Frank and Alice for once, but that just left her more uncomfortable than ever in this room full of boys who she couldn't claim to see eye to eye with about anything. They held no interest as Lupin went through the whole chapter leading up to the game, wasn't going to bother with any defense for what Sev did even if that was a rule he made up on the spot. The way they were reacting was even how she would have predicted, still making crude jokes at each other and reminiscing about all they'd done to Snape and wishing they could do more now while he continued to bully Harry.

Not that she even knew for a fact that's what this was. She more than anyone could understand why Sev was singling Harry out, not that she in any way approved of why he was for such petty revenge, but she wouldn't deny she could see in his eyes lashing out at someone who so reminded him of Potter just as much as her. She wished he'd be more of an adult about it, but there was just no point saying any of this to anyone present, it's not as if they'd understand.

Her fury at the situation only grew when Harry went on to accuse Severus of being after whatever that deranged dog was guarding. Honestly, one incident of an injury, an overheard conversation, and the kid just automatically blamed it on the person he didn't like. It was a miracle he wasn't adding Malfoy into the mix as an accomplice already, as if life didn't happen outside of teachers who yelled at him.

The build up to the game held no interest to her, it only set her teeth grinding back on edge and all she could do now was be grateful he didn't use any build up to blow off steam like the Potter in this room would. In fact she honesty couldn't admit to even listening to what happened up until the moment Harry mentioned his broom lurching beneath him. Something inside of her lurched as well.

She certainly didn't like Potter, but she'd never actually wished him irreparable harm, let alone death! That's what was going to happen when Harry fell though, so she looked on at Lupin stuttering through words in a panic, actually understood the look of fear on all of his friends, and met Potter's eyes with a dry mouth that honestly could have released a scream of fear any second.

"Evans!" James startled them all out of the vivid mental nightmare as he went to her side. She fell against the wall the moment that little Hermione girl claimed to have seen what was really going on, but remained just out of arm's reach of Potter when her focus snapped back to him still on a glare.

"It wasn't him," her voice crackled with force that would surely have stopped that bucking broom in place, it wasn't a wonder why James froze. "Severus isn't the one doing this."

Far from looking as if to check on her, the muscle going in his jaw made it clear he was holding himself back from doing something more than shouting now when his hand twitched for his wand. "Are you really so daft women? You can't look past, for one bleeding second of protecting and defending him against everything! What possible explanation do you have for this one?!"

"Why don't you try opening your mind for once Potter!" She snarled right back, off the wall in the same breath and glaring daggers at him, her hand in the same position. "Pull your fat head out of your arse and think! Or is that too difficult, with all the empty space up there?"

"Glory those two are the most self centered birks I've ever met," Frank muttered, staying happily on the other side of the door to mutter this to Alice. "Can't they have this row for the millionth time after they find out if the kid survived. I swear this went down last week about who it was causing the toilets to snap shut on people."

"Wasn't it Avery caught doing that yesterday?" Alice asked in surprise.

"Exactly," Frank finished with a snort.

"How long do you think they can keep going when neither really has the ability to walk away?" Alice asked in honest concern when the two just kept exchanging insults.

"You mean when Evans can't storm off," Frank corrected. "Ever seen Potter? I think he lives for this."

Alice huffed in disgust if this was really how he thought was the best way to keep her attention, and honestly just grew sick of it herself finally. She went back through the door, Frank following reluctantly, and right over to Lupin. Black was sitting on the arm of the chair and watching along with Pettigrew like a show, but the last Marauder was pretending nothing was even happening as he kept his eyes down on the passage, though clearly reading nothing as no words had been uttered since they'd started.

"You lot just planning on staying in here forever?" She demanded.

"That's an interesting question," Black looked to her and said conversationally. "Wonder if time's frozen forever, we'll never get old, never get hungry again, actually wait, that could get really boring."

"Whatever point you take from this," she said in exasperation.

He nodded and nudged Moony, muttering, "best go on then, you've studied in the common room with louder things going on."

Remus hesitated an extra moment before indeed choosing to ignore the pair and continuing. It certainly made the Marauders who were paying attention a new level of interest none had ever seen, setting a teacher on fire and all. That was something they'd never dare to do, and Hermione just became their new idol for that act alone, the reason that she was doing it just made her as solid a friend as Ron only made it all the better.

It was honestly sad to the three of them James took no glory in this, didn't even seem to mention it as he was still busy over there where apparently only he and Evans existed. He even missed Harry spitting up the Snitch in victory, and in fact only came back to realizing what was going on when Evans snapped her head in their direction upon Hagrid defending Snape.

"Finally, a sensible human being," she seethed, snapping away from him and storming into the room for any way to escape while still listening attentively now. Hagrid just became her new favorite person in this castle for finally seeing past singling out a person for this happening, something that childish idiot could never understand.

"Wait, what happened to Harry? Who won the game?" James asked with a ruffled brow, his eyes still on the door and for all the world still unaware when Peter answered he'd fill him in on the details.

"Fluffy?" Frank said into the awkward silence. "I can not for the life of me picture a three headed dog, fluffy."

"Thought you had more imagination than that love," Alice honestly giggled at her boyfriend's perplexed look.

"I'll take that scrap of information if the dog has pink fur on top of it all," Lupin said with honest interest, his eyes now alight as he kept going at finally getting more information no matter how unintentional Hagrid gave it.

"Why do I know that name, Flamel," Regulus muttered to himself, though he alone felt invested in this mystery. Everyone else still seemed far more involved with Harry, even Evans no matter how much she denied it. She certainly hadn't, in all her shouting, come up with any alternatives to who could be trying to kill the young Potter, unlike him, who was still chewing over all the information given as Lupin finished.

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Pure Blood 17 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

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"What?" I look at him in horror and he nods.

"I thought I had mistaken her for someone else, but I swear it's her!” He shivers.

"You got to be kidding me…”

"Believe me, I wish it was just a joke,” He peeks a little out of the window frame where he can see undiscovered. In a quick movement he hides again. "Here it comes…”

I don't move and I think we both hold our breath. The others act normally, several students pass and I turn in my place and carefully peek through the frame.

"I think she's gone," Sirius checks. We both get up.

"Okay, that was kind of weird, but I really have to go, tell me later, Padfoot," James says, then leaves.

Remus, Peter and Lily approach us. I look at Sirius.

"Are you sure it was her?"

"I swear, if I was kidding, I wouldn't bother doing all this!”

Oh no. This is bad.

"Are you going to explain or not?" Remus says, totally confused.

I sigh and turn to them.

"Trixie is... a bad person."

“She's the devil," adds Sirius.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad.”

"Yes it is,” Sirius and I say at the same time. I feel a shiver as I remember the moments with Trixie.

"Okay Remus this must be important if Persephone and Sirius agree on something that isn’t part of the plan," says Lily.

“Well, we met Trixie when we were kids, I think we were about nine or ten years old, she’s a pureblood, so her parents and ours were… friends. The thing with that girl is that- "

“She's the devil" Sirius interrupts again.

"Black, if you keep saying that, they won't believe us!” He rolls his eyes.

"No one will do it anyway, they didn't believe us back then!"

"Nobody believes children,” I shake my head and continue. "Anyway, at first we thought she was a good girl, always helping everyone, she was laughing at our jokes and she even helping in some mischief, but it was all a hoax.”

"She has this ability that… I don't know, she plays with your mind, then she starts acting strange and does something horrible, but it makes it seem like it was you!”

We were silent waiting for some reaction from the others. Remus's laugh surprised us.

“Wow, that was incredible, it almost made me think that all of this is true. Did you used to do this when you were children?”

"Remus, it's not part of a game, it's the truth!”

"Even I find it hard to believe it too," starts Lily. "If all that were true. You’re no longer children, perhaps the girl has changed. It was just that, some children are mischievous."

"Oh no… We were naughty, she was another level.”

"Stop laughing, Moony!" Sirius complains looking at Remus.

“I can't help it, your face is priceless. It reminded me of the time James accidentally shaved your eyebrow,” Remus lets out another laugh and Sirius growls.

"You don't believe us, right?" I say looking at Lily while Sirius fights with Remus.

"Let's say I believe a 50%"

I grimace

"Anyway, I have to go, if it's really Trixie, I want to get away as much as I can,” I say goodbye to them and leave the two boys fighting.

I get into the Slytherin the common room, but before I can continue to my bedroom, I hear giggles as I pass by some girls. I stop and see them, as soon as they realize it, they laugh. I frown, but I don't care.

"Look who came. The lioness pretending to be a snake,” says a blond boy. Thorfinn Rowle. I look at him raising an eyebrow.

"What are you implying, Rowle?"

"Oh, nothing, Singh,” The other students in the common room laugh. "Look at her, she's confused!” He says, then laughs like a sick seal, causing more laughter.

"If you're not going to say something smart, I'll go…” I fake a smile and return to my path, but the boy intervenes.

"Where were you now, Singh? With Lupin? Evans' dirty blood? Or did you have bigger plans with Black? ”

"Surely she was with Black!" Someone says in the distance, everyone laughs again.

"Do I have to tell you all my moves, Rowle?" All I want is to go to my bed.

"Not necessarily, we all know what you’re doing,” He crosses his arms and smiles as if he had said something interesting.

"Then why do you ask?" I say fed up. His smile disappears for a second, but he pulls himself together. "Is this your biggest attempt to make fun of me? really?"

"You are a traitor, traitors don't deserve to be in Slytherin.”

"Oh yeah?" I smile. "And why do they think I'm a traitor? because I don't make fun of others anymore? Because I’m not mad at losing Quidditch matches? Because anyone else is more interesting than an entire Slytherin room?”

Nobody responds.

"It's because you turned your back on your blood, on your family," says a male voice behind me. I turn to meet Snape. I laugh.

"You must know the importance of blood, right, Snivellus? Right, halfblood?”

“A halfblood who knows his place. You’re the one who wants to be part of something that is not,” I approach him.

"I don't think you know what you're saying, Snape. Do you know what your place is? I don't think so, right now you're aiming way above it,”

I smile. “If you knew your place, you wouldn't be facing me. Better go back to your potions and play for a while in some corner.”

I take a few steps back and look around me, all eyes fixed on me.

“Does anyone else have a problem with me? Because believe me, I don't care in the least, if I didn't care before, now less. Get into your own affairs, make a life and leave mine alone.”

Everyone is silent. I clasp my hands and bow to Snape, finally going to my bedroom.

I have to admit that I’m quite proud of myself for what just happened. Although my life has hit me hard, I must admit that my confidence was reeling, I didn’t feel completely comfortable with the attention of so many people, something I was used to before, but now… it seems like a great step.

I have to tell Jenna this, and then Remus.

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"Is it my imagination or did I just see Trixie Jones?" Regulus says sitting down across from me at the Slytherin table.

"Where!?" I squeal as I duck under the table, revealing only part of my head and eyes. Reg laughs at my reaction.

"Don't tell me you’re still afraid of that girl.”

I look everywhere and little by little I sit again, but I'm still attentive.

"It is not fear... it’s- agh, it doesn’t matter. You won’t believe me, you didn’t do it back then…”

"Well, forgive me for not believing that a 10-year-old girl was guilty of my house catching on fire," I cross my arms and pout.

"I'm sure it was her, but, anyway, where did you see her?" He turns a little and points to the Ravenclaw table. I nod. "It makes sense.”

"Haven't you said hi?” He says in a mocking question.

"Very funny.”

"You know you're not 10 years old anymore, right? Could you talk to her?”

"Sure and suddenly I cut off my head,” I say. ”No thanks, I want to live.”

He rolls his eyes.

"I remember she was good to me, and she gave me sweets," He says, smiling.

“That's part of her plan, Reggie. First she has to win you, then she makes her malicious work.”

“You’re impossible. Can we go to class?"

I growl and nod.

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The rest of the day was pretty calm... until it was time for potions class.

“Very well, welcome to a new school year, my students. As you know, the most important exams are this year, so I will do the buddy assignment from now on.”

The teacher began to say names and each one sat down with his partner, Jenna had Lily, that's fine. I feel déjà vu, but this time it is much worse.

"Remus Lupin with... Trixie Jones"

I feel a strong pain in the chest. Damn, me worrying about protecting Remus from my family, I didn't see this coming.

The brunette is a few places ahead of Remus, so she turns to find her new partner. Remus, as he is a damn good person, raises his hand to meet her. She smiles and sits down next to him.

"Sirius Black with, well, this is no surprise to anyone, but since last year, I have found my best students," He laughs as he touches his belly, but seeing that no one else is laughing, clears his throat. "Sirius Black and Persephone Singh.”

It doesn't take long for Sirius to run to my place, he practically throws his books on the table and sits down.

"Am I the only one who heard the tragedy?" He asks agitated

“Trixie's with Remus. He’s going to die, Black,” We both look at the couple, but suddenly the brunette turns and sees us. Neither can react, Trixie smiles and waves at us and then returns to Remus.

"Oh, he's so dead," adds Sirius.

The class continues and during all the time I couldn’t concentrate on what Slughorn says, my gaze always returned to Trixie.

Who sometimes giggles and gets very close to Remus, while he just blushes and laughs too. I clench my teeth every time I hear them. Sirius is also tense with this situation, and he growls as he sees them.

Potions ends and everyone begins to leave. Sirius and I are waiting for the others outside the room and as soon as I see Remus, I run to him and hug him. The brown-haired man seems surprised, but accepts it.

"Everything okay, Percy?"

“Are you injured? Did she do something to you?”

"Oh, don't tell me that this Trisha was in class," says James coming to our side along with Peter, then Lily and Jenna arrive.

"Her name is Trixie and yes, she is... Remus' new partner" I say when I separate from my friend, who scratches the back of his neck, a little nervous.

"Guys, I know what you think, but it doesn't seem like such a bad person. It was actually fun talking to her,” I look at him take a few steps back.

"That is her move, Moony,” Sirius points out. "First she’s a good person, when she’s confident and have some secrets from you she’s going to wait for the right moment to attack."

"Isn't that the snake's move?" says James.

I roll my eyes and ignore it.

"Don't you think you’re exaggerating a bit?" Lily adds.

"Wow, wait," says Jenna, stepping forward and looking at me. "Trixie Jones?" It seems the memories come to her. "You've already mentioned her before, P... Are you telling me that that sweet girl is the same monster that you told me about?"

"Sweet?"

“Yes, I’ve also spoken to her. She was just transferred from Beauxbatons, she looks like a pretty charming girl. ”

"Nobody listens to us?" Sirius complains.

"I can't believe it," Says a different voice. We all turn to see her. Trixie Jones. "Sirius Black and Persephone Singh!” The girl smiles, then jumps in place and claps her hands with joy.

Oh, this is my end.

The girl approaches until we’re in front of her and analyzes us from top to bottom, she stops at Sirius.

“Wow, time has been an ally for you. You were cute when we were younger, Sirius, but now,” She approaches him. “You’re handsome. Look at those eyes! Surely many girls are behind you. Well, that's what they told me and I was not surprised,” Now she observes me. “And you, my dear Persephone, as beautiful as ever, knew that you were going to become a charming woman.” Those comments are usually made by our aunts.

She stays in the middle of both and then she raises her arms and wraps us in a big hug. Touching part of her skin, I can't help but feel a chill. The hug did not last long and sets us free.

"H-hi Trixie," I say with a fake smile. "I thought I would never see you again."

She laughs, seems not to notice that my comment was not friendly at all.

"I know, since I moved to France we haven't been able to communicate, but don't worry, princess!"

I groan at the stupid nickname she always used with me. I never liked it.

"I'm back, I’ll continue my studies at Hogwarts.”

Neither responds, it seems that we were frozen in our places, so the others decide to interrupt.

"Trix, let me introduce you to the others,” Jenna begins. Wait a second, Trix!? "This is Lily Evans, this is Peter Petitgrew, James Potter, and I guess you already know Remus,” Remus blushes a little.

"Yes, I already know him,” she says looking at him with a shy smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you, I hope we can be friends," Some Ravenclaw girls come up and say something I don’t hear. "Oh, I have to go, I guess I'll see you later" She turns back to us. "It's good to see you guys again.”

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47

The next Hogsmeade trip was hastily approaching, and both Valentine and James couldn't be more excited. Due to their lack of dates, they'd lacked to establish what exactly they were, but they'd explained the situation to their friends, all of which were so incredibly happy for the bunch. Now Valentine just had to wait for Lily and Remus to make up, and for Celia to stop cowering away from Macey.

The remnants of September flew by, and Halloween was quickly approaching. The Marauders had spent tons of time planning what they explained as 'the coolest party ever', which at this point they called all their parties.4

During weekdays Valentine found she didn't have as many classes with her friends as she had previous years, especially not with the boys, although she would admit she was excited to share Defense Against the Dark Arts, especially since they were planning on covering an exciting topic today; patronouses.

"A patronous is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon – hope, happiness, the desire to survive – but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the Dementors can't hurt it.3

Your Patronus has two forms, non-corporeal and corporeal. A non-corporeal Patronus can appear as a thin wisp of silver that hovers like mist. Whereas a corporeal Patronus has a form that is clearly defined and is more than vapour or smoke."

Our Professor took a deep breath, checking that her class was playing close attention.

"The ability to cast a corporeal or non-corporeal Patronus is down to the skill of the witch or wizard. Each Patronus is unique to the witch or wizard who conjures it, and it's possible, in some cases, for a Patronus to change. All that is required is that you chant the spell as you think of a happy memory."

Valentine was stumped. She had so many happy memories she wasn't sure it was possible to single out just a single one.9

All around the room people began muttering 'expecto patronum' on repeat, some fizzy shapes casting from wands, but no full pantronouses.

Until someone finally did, and of course it was Sirius Black. Valentine was initially surprised he of all people had gotten it his first try, knowing how hard his childhood was, but Valentine figured he had chosen one here at Hogwarts.

Sirius' corporeal patronus leapt around the room in the form of a large black dog, the animals tongue sticking out the side of its mouth.

Sirius smirked when some girls 'awed', taking a bow. Valentine shot him an exasperated look.

And all around the class over a couple of minutes some patronuses formed, and others didn't.

At some point Remus' had created his, and a large, beautifully colored wolf had popped out. Remus' smile had dropped and he had paled at the sight of it, seeming he couldn't quite escape reality, and Valentine could tell his patronus was not what he had wanted it to be.

Even James had casted the spell correctly, and a elegant stag had formed. It was beautiful, without a doubt, with long, sharp antlers and a white spots dotting its back.

Many in the class had turned to watch the creature while James had been congratulated, but Valentine stared right into the animals eyes until it disappeared.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she scurried deeper into her mind, thinking of happy memories.

Valentine thought of sitting on the couch on Christmas Day with hot chocolate while watching Frosty the Snowman. She thought of quidditch matches and karaoke parties. She imagined cold ice skating rinks and baking cookies with Polly the house elf and her friends.

Someone a bucket of red paint got caught in her mind, and before she could even think any farther, she felt a pulling on her brain, as if her self conscious was telling her this is the one.

"Expecto patronum!"

Valentine's patronus erupted, silvery blue mist flowing from her wand like a river of pixie dust and mist. Valentine grinned wildly once it took its form, a large black stallion galloping around the room before slowly approaching its owner, letting out a soft neigh and nuzzling its head into the girls shoulder, snorting, causing Valentine to giggle.3

While others watched the large animal, James watched Valentine, a huge and gorgeous smile on her face.

The stallion did one more lap around the girl before whisping away, the sound of hooves lessening as it disintegrated amongst the wind.

"Oh, she was beautiful!" Valentine exclaimed, turning to Macey with a proud expression. "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Yes! Kind of hard to miss a horse running around the room, isn't it?" Macey sarcastically asked, growing increasingly annoyed as she couldn't cast the spell.

Valentine laid a hand on her best friends arm. "Hey, don't stress about it, it'll come to you eventually."

Macey lowered her wand, sighing. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm just not the happiest lately. Maybe I would be if a certain someone could just talk to me!"

Valentine frowned, understanding her. "Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No!"

"Okay!" Valentine threw her hands up, backing away as Macey had practically yelled her answer.

"Your patronus makes sense," James said, waltzing over to Valentine. "A black stallion represents free spirited and adventurous personalities. You're passionate and dominating, but also mysterious."

Valentine looked impressed by the fact he'd known that.

"And you're stag because you have horns, symbolizing how you're always so horn-,"18

"Padfoot!" Peter exclaimed, pulling Sirius back by his shirt. "You're ruining their moment."

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CELIA AND VALENTINE HAD RUN into each other before lunch in the bathroom, and the two do them decided to walk to the Great Hall together, and Celia found it the perfect opportunity to question Valentine on her love life.

"So," Celia began, brow quirked. "You forgave him because he kissed you?"

"No!" Valentine scowled. "I'm not desperate. But he apologized and he acknowledged that what he did was wrong. I may have forgiven him, but I'm still upset with his actions. I'm ready to move on from that, though. He said what I wanted to hear and there is no point dwelling on it."

"Spoken like a true Hufflepuff."4

Valentine desperately wished to say something about her and Macey, but Valentine didn't know how Celia would react to Macey having told her. She didn't want Celia to get upset at her or Macey, so she shut her mouth and hoped they could resolve it themself.

"What is it you wanted me to do? Curse him?"

"Well, yeah," Celia trailed off, eyes turning hard. Valentine looked to where the Slytherin was looking, catching sight of Macey and Leilani, a gorgeous Ravenclaw girl, talking.

Celia diverted her eyes as if trying to pretend the sight didn't bother her.

"Hey, Celia, you don't-,"

Celia stormed off to the Slytherin table before Valentine had the chance to say anything more. The Hufflepuff pursed her lips, glancing between her two friends and sighing, moving to the Gryffindor table.

"What's up with that? Girl drama?" Sirius asked as Valentine sat down besides James.

"Something like that," Valentine muttered. "I honestly don't know how I've made it this far with you guys as my friends."

"Agreed," Peter commented through a chicken leg.

Valentine watched Remus, the boy constantly looking out the corner of his eye to Lily Evans.

If they want to get back together they should hire McGonagall as a therapist. She's good.5

"Anyway, Hogsmeade trips in a couple days. Thinking of making a pit stop by Zonko's, you guys coming?"

James quickly shook his head, grinning at Sirius.

"We have special plans," he announced.

"Gross," Remus uttered.

"Not like that!" James corrected him. "Yet."

Valentine shoved James to the side, her cheeks heating up.

"Well, can we all meet up at The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer? Or maybe Hogshead. Apparently they serve Firewhiskey to under agers," Sirius said with a wink.

"I'll see if we can fit it into our schedule," James stiffly retorted, earning a snort from Valentine.

"What've you got planned."

"I guess you'll see," James lamented with raised eyebrows, earning a grin from Valentine.

"Can you two please refrain from doing," Sirius gestured between Valentine and James wildly. "This. At least while at the table?"

"Says the one that literally fricked on my bed," Valentine shot back in disgust.

"You did what on her bed?"

Sirius shrugged off James. "Marlene and I were having fun."

"Yeah, on my bed," Valentine grumbled.

"We don't discriminate," Marlene shrugged with a lazy grin, leaning into Sirius as he threw an arm over her shoulder.

"Don't feel special," Peter spoke up. "They've done it on mine too."7

"That is true," Sirius admitted.

"You're like bunnies," James muttered under his breath.

"Yeah we are," Sirius smirked. James and Valentine shared a wince, but when they looked to see the same expression on both their faces, they laughed at each other.

"James, are you still doing that Easter thing this year that you told us about over summer break? My parents want to know before they plan something," Peter asked.

James nodded. "Yeah, still happening."

Valentine gave James a questioning stare.

"Oh! I didn't tell you. Well, my parents decided they wanted to meet you and-,"

"Awee," Valentine cooed, teasingly pinching James cheek. "You told to your parents about me."

"No," Sirius cut in. "He told his parents your whole life story. He never shut up-,"10

"Stop exposing me like that, Padfoot!" James shouted, pouting like a child before turning to the blonde. "And yes, I told my parents about you. Obviously."

Valentine's cheeks tinged pink.

"Anyways, it's just some party thing my parents are doing. They're inviting some of their friends and said I could bring some of mine, so that's all," James told her, not finding it a big deal.

Valentine, however, was already stressing out over the fact that she possibly would have to meet James' parents.

"Don't worry, Mia and Monty are the coolest people ever," Sirius spoke to Valentine. "Plus, I'm pretty sure they'll like you automatically because you're practically James' only chance of being in a legitimate relationship."3

"Shut up," James managed through a laugh, reaching across the table to flick Sirius' forehead.

[retvenkos]

Congrats on 2.5k!! You're an amazing artist, and have no idea on how many times I've read your fics 😂 even tho I'm kinda shy to comment... sorry, I'll try to work on that 😅 Can I get a 🔥 for Narnia, Newsies and Harry Potter Next-Generation?

I'm a straight girl, INFP, Hufflepuff, Daughter of Athena (in Percy Jackson universe 😂). I really like to read, and watch movies or TV series, theater or... anything that tells a story, I really don't care about the media as long as they have a good story to tell. I also really like writing, I really write a lot about what I think, or some poems, or even have tried writing songs, but I have no music knowledge so... lol. I really love music, I've loved music since I can remember, and I'm currently trying to learn how to play guitar.

To me, the most important thing that I have are my friends, I appreciate them more that anything in this life and would give my life for them. But I'm not an affectionate person, it's kind of rare when I'm openly about how much I love them, and only with real close friends I tell them a little more often how much they mean to me, and I'm not really into physical touch either, just with really close people.

I love long talks where I can talk about... anything. I have so many thoughts about so many things, and I'd really like to share them with someone, and that person to tell me what they think too. I'm open minded, and if someone doesn't agree with me it's ok, but I really like to debate and be able to see everyone's point of view.

I don't tend to say when I'm feeling down, and I'm kind of good at hiding it, (I hide my feelings with humor lol) so... I have to be really sad to let people know about it (and just really close ones). I don't feel comfortable letting other people know when I'm not feeling well, and even if they know it's still rare that they could help me so... I just feel with it on my own (even tho it would be nice to have someone there sometimes). On the contrary, I'm always there to help everyone. Most my friends come to me for advice and I help them the best I can. So... I'm kind of the therapist friend that no one check how is doing lol

You could say I'm kind of a geek? Nerd? Whatever xD but I like to have fun (like... it's easier to get out of trouble when you're one of the "good kids" in class 👀 I still follow most of the rules tho, just know how to have my ways sometimes). I'm kind of the stereotype for Ravenclaw, but I'm a Hufflepuff xD so yeah... I really like music, and musical theater, and lots of reading. Love to spend time with my friends, but really enjoy time with myself. I spend most of my day daydreaming, and don't like to follow rules lol (But I'm the voice of reason with my friends. I don't like rules, but follow them... if it's necessary) . I hate people who are selfish, or that don't care about others. Also hate people who manipulate others or that get into "friendships" just to get something out of it (those are fake friends so).

So... yeah, that's it. I'm sorry if it's a lot, and no problem if you can't do it 😅 (also, I would love some rivals-to-lovers? If it's possible). Really love your work 💕

Pd. Sorry for my bad English 😅

HP Next Gen:

I ship you with James Sirius Potter!

so first of all, james sirius is one of those dorky jocks who is made up of lame jokes, poorly timed finger-guns, an inexplicable talent in school (despite rarely studying), and persuasion skills that somehow work on even the strictest of teachers.

it is from this that the rivalry between you is born. james sirius potter doesn’t have to do anything! he can run a hand through his god awful hair, give a teacher a grin, and his entire year is set. he can skip lessons for quidditch, where you get extra work when you were sick with dragon pox! it’s not fair that james sirius potter gets to waltz through this school like he’s all that, and the rest of you have to suffer.

at first, the rivalry wasn’t that bad, you just rolled your eyes in class whenever his obnoxious “thanks, professor” was heard over the din, or whenever you went to quidditch matches and he showed off on his broom, instead of doing his job as seeker (at which he was pretty good, not that you’d admit it).

BUT THEN,,,,, you become herbology partners, and things get bad. fast.

you get that harry potter is friends with neville but really? neville, head of gryffindor house, the most just of gryffindors, is letting james sirius potter leave class 20 minutes early because he has quidditch practice? practice that, mind you, doesn’t start until AFTER class has ended? your professor leaves you to do the work of two people all on your own because james sirius potter said it was cool that neville cut the head off of nagini? come on! everyone says that!

so you end up having to do extra work, which leaves less time for your other classes, and you have to do it in herbology - a class that has the potential to be deadly when difficult. 

it’s not a week until you march up to gryffindor tower (which is a pain on the legs, especially since your common room is in the basement) and wait for james sirius to show his sorry face. he doesn’t come down until lunch time, and then you have to follow him down to the great hall, because he “didn’t have breakfast” and he needs to eat “for quidditch.” it’s annoying, and yet he’s smiling the whole time?

you tell him he can’t leave class early - you almost had your finger bitten off the other day because no one else was there to hold down the plant while you tried to pick off it’s petals.

he says he can’t, but he’ll do your essays or whatever. “that’s plagiarism, you realize that?” “alright, then i’ll give you my notes.” “you don’t take notes.” “then i’ll start.”

and this is clearly going nowhere, so you sigh and leave.

it’s probably not even two weeks later when you are going to neville. he’s the head of gryffindor house and the one who made this arrangement. can’t he do something? the professor tells you that he chose you to team up with james sirius because he knows you can handle it on your own - and then he gave you some lame excuse about why james sirius needed the extra time, something about him about to be promoted to team captain at the end of the year or whatever.

and next class, for the little time that james sirius is working with you, he teases you about how you went to the professor. it annoys you to no end.

about a week later, you come down with a cold - madam pomfrey says a lot of it is due to stress, and while she gives you a potion to help you out, your still sick for two days. the day you get better, it’s the weekend and you get up early with the plan to get to the teachers before the quidditch game starts and ask beg them for less homework, or at the very least pick up what you missed. it’s early - almost everyone is still asleep, and when you walk out of the common room, you see..... james sirius potter? he asks if you’re alright - he heard you were sick for a couple days. you’re a little too tired for this, so you just answer his questions, no complaining. he then hands you a stack of parchment. “what is this?” “notes, for the classes you missed.” “oh.” “and i know how you feel about the rules, so i didn’t actually write you a herbology essay, but i did give you a good outline.” “oh.... thanks.” “’course.” and he gives you one of his awkward smiles and a solitary finger gun. you roll your eyes, but wish him luck in the game. he’s a little shocked, but you say it’s against ravenclaw, and their egos need to be taken down a peg.

and from there you are a little softer toward james sirius, but he’s still annoying as hell.

i have a very vivid idea of you having gone to a quidditch game, and gryffindor, of course, won. you decide to wait in the stands until everyone clears out, because it’s easier that way, and you want to finish your popcorn, anyway. james sirius has lingered on the pitch with the current quidditch captain, and when he sees that you’re one of the few still lingering, he goes up to meet you. he sits down next to you and steals a bit of you popcorn, which makes you roll your eyes, and he says something like “i didn’t expect you to wait for me.” “i wasn’t.” “sure.” and the two of you sit there for a moment, james coming down from the high of winning, sharing the remnants of your popcorn. it starts to drizzle and james uses his wand to make an umbrella, and the two of you start up a conversation about whatever - definitely not school related, and not even quidditch related, just something out of the blue. it’s not until all of the popcorn is gone and it’s raining in earnest that the two of you walk to the castle, james laughing at his own jokes and you smiling despite yourself.

i also imagine that, when the two of you become better friends, james sirius has a quidditch accident where he maybe breaks his arm or something. you get to go into mom mode, and james sirius teases you, saying that he “didn’t know you cared.” and it’s reminiscent of the dialogue above, but instead of denying it, you say “of course i do, you idiot.”

alright i went off (and now i want to write a fic about this) but i think the two of you would be really cute together because james sirius would love to talk with you about everything. he has a whole lot of siblings, and as the oldest is great at keeping conversation and he’s also actually really good at reading a room, despite what he may pretend. he would know when you’re feeling bad, and he’s also really good at accurately finding your insecurities and then boosting your self-esteem in exact ways.

and i also think that you and james sirius are music enthusiasts. if you are a pureblood, he introduces you to the wonders of muggle music, and if you are a half-blood or muggle born, you bond over your favorite muggle artists.

also, i have this headcanon that james sirius learns the guitar so he can be a certified heartthrob™ and no doubt he got the idea from you - you were in the hufflepuff common room just messing around, and he notices your guitar. maybe you learn together?

and while james sirius isn’t much of a reader, he loves movies more than anything else, so the two of you definitely have marathons.

Narnia:

I ship you with Peter Pevensie!

alright, the two of you would have the sweetest, most supportive relationship I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing

this one is a certified friends to lovers because from day one, the two of you get along really well together. even though peter is a little more extroverted, he’s the older brother and has a lot of introverted tendencies because he’s tired™

there is nothing that peter would love more than going on a walk through the gardens with you, talking about your interests - he likes to steer the topics to what you like to do because (1) he likes the way your eyes light up when you talk about what you love, and (2) he is tired of talking about himself. as king, he’s only ever talking about the problems he’s facing, or big problems that cover all of narnia. the smaller interests you have are his respite, his chance to have a bit of normalcy, as a high king.

you are also both hufflepuffs, so you’re fiercely loyal to those you love, and you’re both hard workers - stopping at nothing to do what needs to be done. you are both there to bolster the other in their efforts, but also get them to relax at the end of the day, since caring as much as you do and working as much as you do is the definition of exhausting.

you’re also the parent couple! we have peter, the dad friend (complete with the worst dad jokes you have ever heard. they’re even worse when they’re “king” jokes which are like dad jokes 2.0) and you, the mom friend! together, you make sure that your friends (and subjects) are well taken care of. and you act like stand in parents for edmund and lucy, which is not only exhausting but rewarding.

now, even though peter is a very affectionate person, more than that he’s thoughtful and the moment he realizes you don’t like that, he’ll stop. he’s more than happy to just be near you - reading books or pouring over documents with your input (because he definitely gets your input on issues of state). 

he also becomes big on getting you flowers or making you food (because headcanon that peter learns to cook in the cair paravel kitchens!). peter just has a lot of feelings, and as long as he has a way to express them, he’s good. 

he loves it when you give him praise, so whenever the two of you are stargazing and you compliment him, he blushes deeply. use this power wisely, because he will blush a deep red, and it’s a little awkward when he’s the definition of heart eyes in the middle of a privy council.

Newsies:

I ship you with Crutchie!

alright, so you and crutchie are, once again, a really sweet couple.

crutchie loves your way with words - you have a tiny notebook that he got you as a present, one year, and you are constantly writing poetry in them. you will often show him your work, and he’s astounded with your level of craftsmanship. he’s told you on multiple occasions that you should write one of those poetry books that he sees well-to-do men buy for those they love, and you get al bashful, one of his favorite looks.

also, both of you are dreamers. you definitely have lots of talks together, usually when you’re doing something absent minded like mending clothes or selling on the same corner, and you talk at length about what you want for this world, and what you hope to do in it. crutchie has a big imagination, and so do you. sometimes, the two of you see who can make up the best, most random story.

also! in a high school! au the two of you are the sweetest, most unsuspecting rule breakers ever. i mean, you’re friends with race and albert, after all, there has to be a chaotic streak in you somewhere. everyone is genuinely surprised when they realize that you and crutchie have snuck out of class and pulled the fire alarm before.

the two of you are also big readers. i imagine that crutchie likes mystery novels a lot. idk why, exactly, but he loves sherlock holmes, so the two of you not only read books together, but rate the different versions of sherlock holmes adaptations. (modern! au, of course, unless benedict cumberbatch is making tv series in 1899)

you debate over which of you is watson and which one of you is holmes. you’re both really smart, so it’s hard to say which one of you gets sherlock rights.

also, both of you are really good at hiding when you are hurting or in pain. and yet, both of you are also really good at spotting it in the other, seeing as you know the tells of hiding. i think you are both really empathetic and would be good with each other - leaning on each other when necessary and always being attentive of the other. all around, you’re a great match.

also, in a modern! au crutchie would love the percy jackson series. the two of you would riot over the terrible live-action movie and be very excited when the disney+ series comes out (here’s to hoping they don’t botch it)

#2.5k celebration! #celebration #lxncelotships #i kinda went off with the james sirius headcanons but i got the vibes and now i want to write that fic lol

[ashes-and-ashes]

Quidditch Matches

eg a Professional Quidditch au

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Sirius never gets sick of the roar of the crowd.

He feels it; the screaming, the yelling, feels the energy coursing deep in his bones. It’s infectious, the thousands of people filling the stands, the air so cold it hurt his lungs. He breathes in deeply until his lungs hurt, flexing his fingers at his side.

When he hears his name - Black, Sirius! he steps onto the court, broomstick slung carelessly over his shoulders. The crowd goes wild - he’s always known how to do this, the cocky smile and the raised eyebrows, head tilted just so. A lifetime lived in the harsh gleam of the cameras and Sirius knows he can’t let the mask drop just for a second. He gives the crowd a two-fingered salute - they scream their approval and Sirius laughs as he goes to join the rest of his teammates.

“Done posing?” James asks. His hair is even more ruffled then usual - Sirius smirks to himself as he remembers James’ locker room rant, pacing up and down the rows of benches as he tugged at his hair. Lily stands next to him, her helmet tucked underneath her arm, hair a fiery red against the dark blue of their robes; she shoots Sirius a fierce grin.

“Who knows? Maybe he’ll retire from Qudditch one day. Become a porn star.”

“Tried that,” Sirius counters, ducking under Benny’s outstretched arm and slinging his hand around Dorcas to join in the huddle. “Didn’t work. See, the lenses weren’t big enough to capture my - “

James clears his throat. “Look guys. It’s the deciding match. Whoever wins this makes it to finals.”

“Semis,” Lily corrects.

James rolls his eyes. “I have good news and bad news. Which one?”

“Good,” Sirius says, and the others murmur their assent. James nods.

“Good news is that Mulciber is out. Turns out Peter hit him a little bit harder then he intended to.”

Peter shrugs, his beaters bat slung casually over one shoulder. “Bruised?”

“Broken,” James replies, and Peter’s eyes widen. “He’s done. He won’t be in for another season at least.”

Benjy snorts. “That’s probably good. I was this close to killing him after what he did to Caddy in playoffs. That body check was illegal.”

Caradoc rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Fenwick.”

“Oh, make me Dearborn - “

“Bad news,” James says, speaking over them, “Is that they have a new player. Looks pretty good from what I can see. He’s a seeker.”

Sirius feels all eyes turn towards him. He shrugs - Sirius was the best in the league for a reason, with a perfect history of catches. “Is he any good?”

“Guess you’ll find out.”

Sirius smirks. “Don’t think so.”

“Careful,” Lily says. “Don’t want to get cocky.”

Sirius gives her a mock bow. The sound of horns startle them all out of their bickering - their heads all snap up, watching the doors at the opposite end of the court. Schooling his face into a neutral expression, Sirius watches the familiar parade of their rivals.

The names drone in his head - they had practically memorized the order by now. It had started ages ago, when they had managed to beat them 280 - 300 at their first ever finals and the rivalry still was going strong five years later.

Longbottom, Frank! Bones, Edgar! Fortescue, Alice!

Sirius smiles to himself - Alice and Lily had a known rivalry as the two best Keepers in the league. He stifles a laugh as Lily clenches her jaw, eyes burning.

McKinnon, Marlene!

Beside him, Dorcas lets out a long sigh. “If she wasn’t on the other team I might have thought about banging her.”

Sirius shrugs. McKinnon was a Chaser, notorious for her perfect aim. “I can see it,” he says, and Dorcas shoves him.

He nods as the announcer calls out Prewett, Fabian and Prewett, Gideon - the twins were legendary, arguably the best beaters in the league. Sirius watches Peter and Dorcas size them up, bats at their side.

He glances up at the magical whiteboard, the names magically erasing from the surface, and Sirius finds himself holding his breath -

Lupin, Remus!

He can’t stop himself. Sirius leans forward, interested to see who his new opponent is when Lupin steps through the door and Sirius’ heart stopped dead.

He’s not some inexperienced schoolboy - Sirius has seen plenty of beautiful people, cold elegance and haughty arrogance. He’s grown up with them all his life, black lace and pearls, the glint of gold in earlobes and at throats, rings and bracelets and pins.

So he doesn’t know why his heart stutters, why his breath hitches when his eyes fall on Remus Lupin. He was different - all long limbs and curly hair, his hands tucked over his broom. There was something different about him, a keen sort of awareness that filled his body - Sirius suddenly knew with sinking certainty that this Remus Lupin would be a nightmare on the court.

There’s no time to ponder this though - Sirius realizes with a jolt that everyone had already gotten into their starting positions. He swallows hard, casually slings his broom around his arm and saunters over to check Remus.

Remus’ eyes narrow slightly as Sirius comes closer. He’s leaning against his broom; Sirius can see the silver letters imprinted on the wood, R. Lupin. He grins, all teeth, savage ferocity in his eyes.

“So you’re the new Seeker.”

Remus raises an eyebrow. His eyes are gold, true gold, sunlight on amber and streaks of bronze and Sirius wonders if he could ever paint them. “No,” Remus says, his voice smooth and even. “I actually just polish everyone’s brooms.”

“Oh really?” Sirius smirks. “How do they like their brooms polished?”

Remus shoots him a flashing smile, one that let Sirius see past the calm exterior and into the raging fire at his core. “Extremely well,” he replies, then turns to watch James and Fabian Prewett shake hands. Sirius follows his gaze, shaking his head - Remus Lupin was obviously a Class-A Asshole.

He tunes out the post-game speech - his head is pounding, adrenaline filling his body. He barely even waits for the starting whistle - at the first tweet he’s off, the lights in his eyes and the air around him.

He’s always loved flying, ever since he was a kid, used to weave his toy brooms around trees and through rocks, ducking down so low he could brush the ground. He remembers falling off his broom once, snapping his wrist - he tried out for the team in a cast.

His broom turns smoothly in his hand; Sirius grins as he yanks it up, executing a perfect hairpin turn above Remus’ head. Remus levels an unimpressed look at him.

“You going to play the game like that?” he calls - Sirus’ hair is a wind-tangled mess, all curls and knots.

“Mind your own business, Princess!” Sirius yells back. He does take a minute though to scrape his hair up into a bun - the crowd behind him goes wild. Remus just rolls his eyes, settling into position, golden eyes scanning the pitch.

When the second whistle blows he’s off - the Snitch is a blur of gold against the clashes already happening below him, near-invisible against the frenzy of balls and bodies. Sirius laughs, dripping down to weave in between the broomsticks, eyes roaming the field for any hint of gold.

He glances up just in time to seen Lily casually intercept a ball, tossing it to James as he swooped by. Alice bats his shot away without blinking an eye - Frank Longbottom pulls into a long swoop to reach it before James did -

“Crap!” Frank hisses; Peter had aimed a Bludger at his head. He had to spin to avoid it, giving James plenty of time to reach the Quaffle; he passes it to Benjy who managed to slip it into the hoop behind Alice.

The crowd roars - Sirius’ heart swells with triumph as he spits the magical whiteboard blur, a huge 10 appearing. He can hear Benjy’s whoop from across the pitch - Sirius smiles. “Let’s Go!” he screams.

“Losing focus, Black?” Sirus whips around - Remus is hovering a few feet away from him, tone mocking. Sirius replies back easily, the humor in his voice not quite masking the venom.

“Just trying to give your team the chance to win,” he replies. “You know. Cause they need it.”

Remus gives him a small shrug and God, if he wasn’t such an asshole, if his eyes weren’t so bright and his body so lean -

“Heads!” Dorcas shrieks - Sirius barely manages to swerve to the right before she’s bashing it, sending it careening towards McKinnon. She’s aimed it perfectly - the ball smacks right into the Quaffle, narrowly missing McKinnon’s fingers.

“You fucker!” McKinnon shouts, already diving for the ball. Dorcas blows her a kiss.

“Stop flirting with the Seeker,” she tells him, and then she’s plunging back into the fray below. Sirius looses a long sigh, pulling his broom down into a steep dive - the Snitch was right by James’ ankle -

There’s a blur of purple in front of him - Sirius just barely manages to hold on as Remus crashes into him, sending him careening away from the center. He swears, fingers digging into the wood so hard that he feels his nails bend, pressing back into the skin.

“Asshole,” he mutters. Remus ignores him, swooping into an inpossibly sharp dive. Sirius shakesthe dizziness, follows him -

The only warning he gets is the soft whoosh of the ball; Sirius flattens himself to his broomstick as the Bludger flies inches away from his head. He spins, dragging his gaze up to see Gideon Prewett’s grinning face, his bat dangling in one hand.

“Sorry Black!” he calls and then Sirius is accelerating forward, towards Remus who was swooping for something and the crowd was going wild -

Sirius grit his teeth, out on an extra burst of speed and body-checked Lupin away from the Snitch. He lunges for it but it’s too far away - he sees it disappear into the mass of bodies. There’s another scream from the crowd - he looks up at the board.

70 - 80. They were losing - only by 10 points but losing all the same. Remus shoves him, hard enough to send him spinning and crashing against the walls of the stadium.

“Fuck off.”

“Make me.”

“I’ll punch your teeth out. Will that help?”

“I was going to say you could gag me but - “

Remus rolls his eyes. They’re circling each other, high above the scuffle for the Quaffle down below. He studies Sirius for a moment then gives him a fleeting grin - full of light and electricity and that forever-stubborn determination that Sirius had. “You could stay out of my way.”

“You need a telescope? Maybe you’ll actually see he Snitch then.”

“You need some safety charms? Maybe you’ll actually learn how to fly.”

Sirius shoves him again; Remus just laughs as he lets himself be pushed backwards. “Better step up the trash talk. You sure aren’t good at it.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, diving down into a deep dive. He can hear his teammates down below - James’ frantic orders, Lily’s calm responses, Benjy’s insults and Caradoc’s booming laugh. He can hear Peter and Dorcas too, the voices of his family and teammates and best friends in the world and he knows he can’t let them down.

McKinnon swoops over him, blonde hair shining under the harsh lights. She intercepts the Quaffle with a grin, winking at him before tossing it up. Sirius can tell from the roar that she must have scored. He grits his teeth - he can’t see Remus through all the bodies, and he has no idea where the Snitch is -

He spots it just as Remus does - right in the middle of the court. Sirius leans forwards, urging his broom to go faster, to out face Remus -

His hands are almost around it when Remus knocks him away. Sirius grits his teeth and shoots forwards, pinning Remus against the wall, his broom blocking Remus’ broom and his face too close to Remus’. “Let - go - “

“Give me then damn Snitch,” Remus hisses - Sirius again can’t stop noticing his eyes. “Bastard.”

“You - “ Sirius breaks off - he spots the Snitch at the exact same time that Remus does. They both reach for it, so fast he doesn’t know -

An ear-splitting siren fills the room, making Sirius jump with shock. His pounds as he scans the room, the scoreboard - both sides were at 130, which meant that...

“Hey,” he says. His voice sounds hoarse, rough and raw from yelling. “Who - “

He looks down. A wave of disappointment runs through him - “Shit!”

“How did this - “ Remus begins, then falls silent.

The two of them stare at their interclasped hands, palms pressed together. In the center lay the Snitch, caught in the middle by the both of them, wings still fluttering slightly.

“Fuck,” Remus says. “It’s a tie.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar quidditch au #wolfstar fanfic #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin fluff #sirius black fluff #remus lupin quidditch au #sirius black quidditch au #remus lupin fanfic #sirius blacl fanfic #james potter #lily evans #peter petigrew #dorcas meadowes #caradoc dearborn #benjy fenwick #frank longbottom #alice fortescue #edgar bones #marlene mckinnon #gideon prewett #fabian prewett

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Hi, love your writing! Could you do Jily being really really good and close friends in 7th year and everyone always being surprised that they're not dating yet because they look like a couple and are obviously in love? Thank you 😘

((Happy quarantine everyone!! I hope you enjoy some fluff during these times. This kinda changed the more I wrote it, so I really hope you like it!))

Marlene was glowering at Lily. The look in her eyes had Lily instantly alert, looking around the library to see what had made Marlene so intense.

“What?” Lily was genuinely perplexed at the blonde in front of her.

“Cut the crap. You and James are secretly dating. We all know it, and I can’t believe you haven’t told me yet.” Marlene’s eyes were fire as she said, “And if Sirius knows before me, Lily Evans, I will never forgive you.”

Lily stared at her best friend. She didn’t know whether to laugh or to burst into tears. Remus, who was quietly pretending to study beside her, had let out a traitorous snort.

“James and I…aren’t dating. Did he say we were dating? Who told you we were dating? Why would we be dating?” Lily’s voice dangerously danced on panicking, and some stressed out fourth years were looking at her like she grew two heads.

“I just thought…well we all thought…” Marlene’s eyes were as big as saucers as she looked at a smirking Remus. “Didn’t you think they were dating?”

“I wondered. But I don’t think James would be able to stay quiet about that for long, if at all. The minute Lily accepts her feelings for him, he’s going to be screaming it from the astronomy tower.”

Lily was sputtering at the conversation happening between them right now. For the first time in years everything was good with her and James, and here her friends were trying to put pressure on something that couldn’t withstand it. It was true that they were growing much closer, and Lily’s growing feelings for him were confusing enough without her friends’ constant wonderings. 

“We’re just friends. I think the fact that we’re friends at all is a miracle enough honestly.” Lily tried to shake off the growing anxiety in her chest and went back to looking at her divination book.

Marlene’s face fell. “I don’t understand though. You guys are practically attached to the hip these days. If you didn’t come to a quidditch match I think James would forget how to fly.” 

“He also seems to be helping you a lot with charms lately.” Remus sneakily added. 

“And the only reason he’s passing potions right now is because you’re his partner. The only time he can seem to sit still and focus is when you’re with him.” 

“You go to hogsmeade way more than you used to.” 

“I’ve never seen you smile and laugh so much.” 

“James seems to be much more…stable lately.” 

Lily’s head was spinning as Marlene and Remus went back and forth. She didn’t know people were paying so much attention to them. It made her annoyed for some reason. If she did have feelings for James, she needed to figure that out with him, and now she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to do that, since their friends were so invested in their friendship alone. All eyes were on them. What if things didn’t go as planned? What if she let people down? What if she let James down? She wasn’t sure she could handle that. 

“Speak of the devil.” Remus said, just as James plopped down next to Lily. 

“What wonderful things were you saying about me this time?” James crooned, taking out his study materials. 

“Why are you so close to me?” Lily’s voice was harsher than she meant it to be, but he was very close to her. Their legs were flushed against each other and his arm brushed hers every time he moved. 

She saw hurt flash in his eyes, before it quickly disappeared and he smirked at her. “Am I making you nervous, Evans?”

 She felt Remus and Marlene’s stares, and it felt like a weight on her shoulders. But she paused. Her first instinct when things make her feel vulnerable is to be mean, to lash out. It was her defense mechanism and she knew it. She also knew James had often been on the receiving end of that, and she didn’t want to hurt him anymore. 

She then realized she had probably been staring at him for too long before she said, “No I just need a little room that’s all.”  She left it at that, and returned to her divination homework. 

Marlene and Remus had finished up their homework, the whole time making underhand comments at James and Lily. The curly haired boy was extremely confused the whole time and Lily didn’t have the courage to say anything to him. 

That was the first time it happened. 

The next time was at Hogsmeade. The whole group of them had spent the majority of the day together, but James needed help finding a few books, and Lily good-naturedly offered to help him. She took a deep breath when they walked into the warmth of Tomes and Scrolls. The smell of an old bookstore always brought some warmth to her chest. She didn’t know if it was the smell of the books themselves or the wood they sat upon, but either way she always found comfort in that smell. Sometimes James smelled that way, just with a hint of peppermint. He stayed close by her side while she showed him where the books he needed were. She liked that. She liked when he was close enough that she could feel his warmth. She found comfort in it too. After they found what they needed they spent some time just perusing, enjoying each other’s company. 

It was then that she heard a pretty fifth year on the other side of the shelf whisper to her equally pretty friend, “No I can’t! They’re dating now.”

“Are you sure? I can never tell with those two. Especially lately. I just feel like we would have heard if they had actually gotten together.”

“I’m pretty sure. Plus, I don’t want to be on Lily Evans’s bad side.” 

At that, Lily braved a glance at James, to see the biggest smirk on his face. She slugged him in the arm, which just made him let out a loud laugh. 

Lily’s face was bright red as she hurried to check out her books, the heat in her face becoming overwhelming. 

“Evans, it’s fine.” James’ voice was nonchalant. “I would be more worried about the fact that your reputation has some fifth years quivering in their boots.” 

He said the word “quivering” close to her ear, as he leaned to put his books on the counter next to hers and she didn’t think it was a coincidence. 

“Most of that reputation is because of you, Potter.” Her voice was breathless and she felt betrayed by her vocal chords. She was flustered and it made her so annoyed, she felt anger rising in her chest. 

She didn’t talk to James the rest of the day.

The next time it happened, Lily went to the quidditch field to get some studying done in the fresh air. The sun was starting to set, and the pinks and oranges of the sky had her breathing a little easier. She liked the walk back with James at the end of the day, too. There was more bad news in today’s Prophet, and she hadn’t been able to talk to him about it. He seemed to quell that feeling in her chest anytime she read about what was happening outside of Hogwarts’ walls. 

She put her blanket down on the icy bleachers and pulled out her Herbology book. She liked plants, but sometimes it seemed like her brain just had a hard time comprehending this subject as a whole. She knew she needed to give it extra attention. James spotted her in the stands and sent her a goofy smile. She could pretend she didn’t feel the butterflies in her stomach when she sent him a fond smile back, but she couldn’t. 

Time went by, the fresh air clearing her mind, and the subject of knotgrass became a little more familiar when James bounded up the few steps and put his face very close to hers. 

“Ready, Evans?” His eyes were gleaming. She could tell the practice had done him a lot of good, and that he was confident in his team this year. 

“Ready.” She stood up and put her book in her bag, while James slung his quidditch bag further over his shoulder, so he could fold up her blanket and carry it under his arm. 

“I can’t wait to have a boyfriend like that.” A young third year, sitting with a group of young girls, sighed. The other girls agreed in unison. It wasn’t uncommon for the younger students to watch the quidditch practices. She remembers sitting there with Marlene and Alice, yelling at the boys she knew when they messed up, and admiring the older boys. 

She tried to not even look at James this time, stomping down the steps hurriedly. She was frustrated again, and that stupid comment was ruining everything. All of those comments. She just wanted everyone to leave them alone. 

“Evans, wait up!” James clumsily, half ran to catch up with Lily. She felt tears in her eyes and she did her best to blink them away. Now she was annoyed that she was crying. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” James’ voice turned soft as he grabbed Lily’s shoulders and faced her to him. 

“James please let me go.” Her voice was wobbly and she willed herself not to let her tears fall. 

“Don’t listen to them, it doesn’t matter alright?” James’ voice was tender. It made the tears stream down her face. 

“Doesn’t it though?” 

“Aw Lily.” He swiped a finger across her cheek. “We are the only people who get to decide what happens to us. And I have worked too damn hard to have you a part of my life to let other people’s opinion ruin it. I’m not expecting anything more than what we are right now.” 

His voice was genuine, and his hazel eyes were soft. She knew he meant it. She knew that if she never decided to be more than friends with him he would never hold it against her. It was all of these emotions that had her rising on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“And if I do want something more,” she took a deep, shaky breath gently pushing his glasses back up his nose. “We can talk about that too right?” 

James’ eyes lit up, and she could tell he was trying to keep his composure when he started walking back towards the castle. “Yes Evans, we can certainly talk about that too.”

#marauders #jily #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #anon #prompt #nattriestowrite #hoping to write more now that I literally don't have anything else to do lol

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Someone We Used to Know - Part 35

(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)

James manages to avoid Albus Dumbledore for two days, which is practically a miracle given they both live in the same castle. Granted, at one point he did have to turn into a stag and spend fifteen minutes eating grass while Dumbledore chatted with Professor Sprout near the greenhouses.

The map helps, but they never did get it working perfectly. There’s still a glitch in the spells that sometimes makes it show people in places they were three hours ago rather than where they are presently.

That’s how Dumbledore finally finds him.

The map tells James the headmaster is up in his office, but James rounds a corner of the broom shed and Dumbledore is right there, smiling serenely.

“Hello, James,” he says, like they’re old friends.

“Hello, Professor Dumbledore,” James says in return, because they’re not old friends.

These days Lily calls the headmaster Albus when they’re not in front of students, but James just can’t bring himself to think of the man with that level of familiarity.

“It’s a lovely day,” Dumbledore says casually. “Would you join me on a short stroll?”

James bites his tongue. He can say no. He can make excuses. He can’t avoid Dumbledore forever though. The headmaster has a way of getting what he wants.

He shrugs, and Dumbledore’s smile widens.

It’s not that James dislikes or even distrusts Dumbledore. He wouldn’t have joined the Order if that was the case.

James trusts Dumbledore…but he’s never quite forgiven the headmaster for expelling Sirius.

It seems an almost silly grudge to bear now that he knows Sirius is alive, but James’s feelings haven’t changed, revelation or no.

Perhaps it’s more accurate to say James trusts Dumbledore to handle big picture issues, like the Order and the war and Hogwarts as a whole. He’s not sure he trusts Dumbledore with people though. Not as individuals with different wants and needs and problems. Certainly, he doesn’t trust Dumbledore with the lives of his friends and family. Not completely. Not without question.

After all, it’s only been seven months since James had to intervene with the missions Dumbledore was sending Remus on. Secret, solo missions to the werewolf packs.

He still wonders what Dumbledore was thinking there. No werewolves, not even Fenrir Greyback himself, were trusted with enough information to make spying on them worth the toll it was taking on Remus’s physical and mental health.

“Hagrid’s pumpkins look exceptionally robust this year,” Dumbledore says as they begin their walk in the direction of said pumpkins.

James just nods. He’s the direct sort. Never been one to beat around the bush himself, and he doesn’t appreciate it from others. Dumbledore has to know that by now, but he still holds a mostly one-sided conversation about pumpkins and the approaching Halloween festivities for another five minutes.

The headmaster does manage a very slick segue though, sliding the topic from food at the upcoming feast to asking if James had a chance to partake of the food during his visit to the Pendragon Club. “I’m told their elves make an excellent tarte au citron,” Dumbledore says.

James bites his tongue to keep from sighing in relief. They’ve finally reached the point. He also feels the flutter of nerves in his stomach. Even if he isn’t blindly obedient to Dumbledore, he’s still reluctant to lie to the headmaster’s face.

That’s part of his deal with Regulus though. James had to fight tooth and nail for permission to tell Lily who he was whispering with through the mirrors. Telling Remus just sort of happened in the middle of their argument, and he still hasn’t actually told Peter.

Telling Dumbledore is absolutely out of the question. James’s small reservations about Dumbledore are nothing compared to Regulus’s. He’d toss his mirror in the fire before he’d knowingly work directly for or with Albus Dumbledore, and James refuses to lose Regulus completely to the other side. Both for the information he provides, and for Regulus’s own sake.

“I wasn’t there long enough to eat,” James says dryly. “I just needed to check something in the library.”

Dumbledore raises a mildly inquisitive eyebrow. “Something the Hogwarts library doesn’t carry?”

James shrugs. “It was nothing, a dead end.”

Dumbledore nods, like he understands perfectly. James doesn’t trust it.

They stop at the edge of Hagrid’s vegetable garden so Dumbledore can personally check on a few of the enormous pumpkins. James waits anxiously for the other shoe to drop.

It doesn’t come until they’ve turned back toward the castle.

“Are you aware that Alastor Moody thinks we have a mole within the Order?”

James stops in his tracks, nearly stumbling over his own feet. Hurt and anger and fear all flash through him like firecrackers.

“Are you implying I might be a traitor?” James asks. Frankly, he’s fucking offended. “Should I roll up my left sleeve for you, Headmaster?”

Dumledore just smiles patiently, like James is still a student throwing a tantrum over losing a Quidditch match.

“I’m implying no such thing,” Dumbledore assures him. “I trust you, James, but you can see how going to a place like the Pendragon Club while not on Order business might raise some suspicions, can’t you?”

This is where James is supposed to fall over himself to clear his name. He’s supposed to tell Dumbledore everything, like a good, loyal soldier would.

He grinds his teeth together.

“I’m glad you have such unshakeable faith in me, sir,” James says instead. “If there’s anything I can do to help you look for our supposed mole, please let me know.”

Dumbledore seems almost amused by his response.

“Of course, and please let me know if there’s anything I can do to assist with your…research,” Dumbledore replies. “Thus far it has given us many valuable insights.”

He may not know about Regulus specifically, but Dumbledore isn’t stupid. James comes to him far too often with good, actionable intel not to have a secret source.

For now though, he seems content not to press. He seems to trust James.

Which is still almost obnoxiously gratifying.

And that’s it. Or so James believes.

They walk in semi-companionable silence all the way to the front doors of the castle. James is about to make his excuses and leave, but Dumbledore stops and glances up at something above the doors. James looks up too.

Only there’s nothing to see. There’s nothing there but stones and a bit of moss.

Unless you know exactly where to look.

Before they left school, all believing they weren’t likely to ever return, James, Peter, and Remus had carved their mark into the stones directly above Hogwarts’ front doors. “Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs Were Here” it reads.

Both a small boost to their egos and an intended memorial to Sirius.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever told you how sorry I am about what happened with Mr. Black,” Dumbledore says.

He looks back down at James, genuine sorrow on his features, but his eyes are as bright and keen as ever.

James looks away.

He’s an open book. He always has been. He wears his heart on his sleeve and if Dumbledore sees his face now, he’s going to know. He’s going to know everything.

That’s not something Sirius wants. He didn’t want anyone to know he was here. Not even his friends. Seems like a very safe bet he wouldn’t want the man who kicked him out of school knowing either.

James might be angry with his old friend, but he’s not going to betray Sirius’s trust.

He clears his throat, coughs. It’s awkward.

He thinks of Sirius in that hotel room, charming and glib, hiding his scars behind smiles.

So different and so similar to the boy he remembers. The boy he loved like a brother.

He feels something tug and give a little in his chest.

“Thank you, sir,” James says. “I’m sorry about it too."

(Part 36)

#someone we used to know #someone we used to know story post #marauders au #harry potter au #first war with voldemort #james potter #albus dumbledore #for the most part james is expressing my opinions about dumbledore

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Inked • S.B

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hi! Could I request a Soulmate AU with Sirius please? Marauders era with matching tattoos. No rush and thank you 🌹🖤 — @fific7

Summary: Mary is determined to find your soulmate and not even an oncoming storm will stop her. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: some tattoo talk?, rain, thunder, I guess hints/implied bullying, Peter makes an appearance but like he’s not a key part and he’s not like bad or anything

Word Count: 2.3k

A.N: This is the kind of star I’m envisioning for your soulmark (just not yellow) I actually never specify the color, so you can imagine any color you want. This took me like a week to write for some reason. But I like how it turned out. Hopefully you guys do too! Love you all ❤️

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No one ever told you that soulmarks tingled.

When the eight pointed star seared itself into the flesh of the inside of your left elbow at age sixteen, you thought that was it. You thought that it would just sit there innocently to the point where it wouldn’t cross your mind every second of every day, but Merlin were you wrong.

The prickling of the mark was constant, like pins and needles jabbing relentlessly into your arm. It wasn’t exactly painful, it was just an obnoxious and infuriating reminder that you still haven’t found your soulmate.

Hogwarts was practically the place for the vast majority of witches and wizards to find their soulmate, as it was basically the only topic discussed amongst the sixth and seventh years.

Honestly, you just wanted your mark to stop its incessant tingling to the point where you wouldn’t mind anyone being your soulmate. You’ve never heard any complaints from your friends who had already found their true loves, so you assume that the sensation stops eventually.

But you were tired of scratching at your arm making it look like you had some weird sort of flesh eating disease. It was unflattering and highly inconvenient.

Sure, you could run around like a headless hippogriff with your sleeve rolled up asking everyone you encounter if they’ve seen another person with that identical mark, but that’s not romantic. And you wanted romantic, Merlin damn it.

Plus, imagine the burn of embarrassment that would overtake your entire being if no one shared your soulmark. You shudder at the mere thought.

So, you learn to live with it.

You almost want to rip your arm off when it gets particularly bad while studying or trying to get the perfect measurement for your potion, but after a full year you’re almost used to it.

You’re used to how often your friends would gush about their own soulmates and their constant questions about why you’re still single as well.

Mary MacDonald, one of your best friends, had already found her soulmate, some boy from Beauxbatons that sent her too many Howlers during breakfast, but they loved each other, so who were you to complain?

But ever since she found hers, she’s been pretty determined to seek out yours. Even getting her boyfriend to ask around his own school. You can never show your face around Beauxbatons and that’s final.

She’ll make you sit around the courtyard, pretending to read a book, while she scans the arms of the many crowds in search of your star. Mary tries to walk in on top secret Quidditch practices to get a glimpse of any rolled up sleeves, but so far, no good.

That’s really the only reason she’s dragging you down to the Black Lake even though dark grey clouds are hanging heavy in the sky.

“Mary!” You huff as she drags you down the grassy hills, the smell of rain thick in the air. “I know what you’re doing, I’m not daft, y’know.”

Her hand tightens around yours as she starts to feel you resist.

“What I’m doing? (Y/n), it’s a nice day to just hang out at the lake!” Mary cries, the lie hidden well if she wasn’t your best friend.

“Mary it’s about to torrential downpour.” You scoff.

“I thought you liked the rain.” She shrugs innocently, the sound of weeds getting crushed beneath your school shoes loud in your ears.

“Mary, my soulmate might not even be at Hogwarts!” You exclaim, trying to get out of this whole situation. You could be curled up by the fire with a sugar quill, but no, why would Mary let you have some peace and quiet? “They might be older or younger than me—“

“Well we won’t know that, will we, until we check everyone in our year first.” She insists.

The deep murky water is in sight, a few people are lazily lounging around the water’s edge. Like they haven’t even noticed the rain clouds overhead.

“You’re obsessed.” You sigh, finally stopping your attempts to wriggle away from her.

“It’s because I love you.” She smiles sweetly at you, cheeks pushed high, obscuring her dark eyes.

You continue to rub the inside of your arm against the side of your abdomen, attempting to find some sort of relief. The scratchy fabric of your white button down against your grey vest is probably the most effective. The closer to the bank you get, the better you’re able to make out the figures.

The owner of the vibrant red hair was obviously Lily, one of Mary’s friends, and also the more sensible of the group considering her coat was tightly wrapped around her. She’s in a somewhat similar situation as you—she hasn’t shown her soulmark to anyone. However, if what Mary drunkenly told you one night is true, it matches James Potter’s to a tee. Poor her.

Peter was also there, kicking rocks around and chuckling at whatever story Lily was telling them. His Gryffindor jumper is a little short on him while his slacks are a little long, mud dirtying the hem of them. As far as you know, he doesn’t even have a soulmark. It’s not uncommon or something to be ashamed of, but ever since certain people found out, it’s been quite the issue. Sure the infamous Marauders took care of the situation the best they could, but the damage was already done.

The last person was obviously Sirius, you could tell by the way he has his wand situated in his bun. He was closer to the water, picking up flat stones to skip across. His bark like laugh echoing across the space. You and Mary weren’t too far from the group now, so you could tell that the top two buttons of his dress shirt were popped open. Sirius Black’s soulmark was another mystery. He seems like the type to brag about something as important as a soulmark, but as far as you know, only James, Remus, and Peter were privy to that sort of information.

“Hey guys!” Lily perks up, waving at the two of you.

You smile and wave at her, but as Mary stops and chat, you gravitate closer to Peter and Sirius.

“So where are the other two?” You ask, watching as his stone skips across the water, finally ending with a satisfying plunk!

Sirius turns to face you, a few loose strands framing his face, blowing slightly in the wind.

“Detention.” He remarks casually, lazily trying to tame his curls.

“And you two aren’t?”

Peter shakes his head enthusiastically, blond hair bobbing around. “Sirius and I managed to escape before Slughorn lost it.”

“Hey Pete!” You hear Mary call from behind you. “Don’t you wanna know what you missed in Muggle Studies?”

“Shit, yeah.” Peter bounds over to where Lily and Mary are sitting, leaving you and Sirius alone. Your feet shuffle at the predicament.

You slowly inch closer to Sirius, the large distance awkward without a third person. You’re forced to hold down a wince as your mark prickles almost painfully.

Sirius’ eyes are almost the same shade as the clouds in the sky as they pierce into yours.

“You know how to skip rocks?” He tosses you a smooth stone which you catch effortlessly.

You open your mouth to respond but before you’re able to, you’re cut off by a clap of thunder. The ripples of thunder makes you jump slightly.

“We should probably go inside—“ You start, shivering at the cold wind that begins to roll past you.

“Scared of a little thunder, (Y/n)?” Sirius teases, smirking at your shivering form.

“Don’t be a prick.” You snort. “Just throw your rock.”

You push the thought of the oncoming storm to the back of your mind as you position yourself on the bank.

The water laps at you shoes as you toe the edge, running your thumb over the smooth surface. You mirror Sirius’ position, slightly crouched at the knee, body angled towards the lake.

“One...two...three!”

You watch his body move fluidly through the positions, the stone releasing and skipping across the water delicately. Not only do you get distracted by Sirius, but the mark on your arm gives a sudden jolt, making your posture falter and your stone crash recklessly into the lake.

Sirius brings a ringed fist up to his mouth, trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

“It’s not that funny.” You grumble, embarrassed.

“I mean, it’s pretty fucking hilarious. I thought you said you knew how to skip rocks?” He crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrows raised, a chuckle still lightly escaping his amused smile.

“Technically, I didn’t tell you shit.” You remark. “The thunder cut me off.”

“Ah yes. The spooky thunder.” He drawls, wagging his painted fingers at you mockingly.

You bring your hand up to flick him off when you feel a cool dot of water drop onto your hand.

“Hey, did you just feel a—“

In the middle of talking, one raindrop becomes hundreds, the torrential downpour almost instantly soaking you to your bones. You hair plasters to your skin, clothes clinging onto you.

“—raindrop?” You utter weekly, a chill coming over you.

Your eyes widen as you look at Sirius, how his dark hair sticks wildly to his face, like curtains across his eyes.

Lily and Mary let out identical high pitched shrieks, and you hear the sound of mud squelching as the three run back towards the castle.

As Sirius tries to wipe the wet hair from his face, you grab onto his wrist, pulling him as your sprint back to the castle. You’re fumbling as you try not to slip in the mud but at the same time try get to the cover of the castle quickly.

“A little thunder, my arse, Sirius!” You huff out, his wrist still grasped tightly in your hand.

You hear him chuckle behind you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Cold water traces down your back and fills your shoes, your discomfort rapidly increasing with every step and every second you spend outdoors.

Your mind drifts off to Sirius, who was only in his white uniform button down. He must be freezing.

After sloshing through puddles and mucking up your shoes, you manage to get under the cover of the stone castle.

Your teeth are chattering and you body trembles, but at least the rain isn’t cutting into your skin anymore.

Lily, Mary, and Peter are nowhere to be found, though they’re probably making their way to the Gryffindor common room already.

Sirius is wringing out his drenched dark curls, his wand between his lips, but you’re too focused in the face that his shirt is now completely see through. Your eyes wander as you ogle his fit body, shamelessly trailing everywhere. You bite your bottom lip at your confidence.

However, something catches your eye as you admire his arms. A black splotch. Like a tattoo in the inside of his elbow. You somehow go colder than you already were.

“Admiring my beauty—Hey!”

You step forward and latch onto his arm, trying to get a better look at the spot on his arm. Initially, he struggles, but you jab your finger into his skin, your own mark tingling beneath your wet clothes.

“What’s your problem, (Y/n)?” He angrily grunts.

“What’s this, Sirius?” You demand, looking at him.

“Why?” Sirius rips his arm out of your grasp, trying his best to hide the mark from you.

“Because,” You explain, rolling up your own sleeve to expose the eight pointed star on your arm. “We might have something in common.”

Your entire body erupts into shivers both from the cold wind against your soaked skin and the way your soulmark buzzing.

The star stands out against your skin and you watch Sirius’ eyes widen, his jaw going slightly slack.

“Sirius.” You whisper. “I need to know if you’re my soulmate.”

The rain pounds against the castle, wind whistles, and thunder claps, and yet you don’t jump. You’re too focused on Sirius’ expression.

Silently, he brings his index finger to your mark and lightly traces the shape with his fingertip. His finger is cold, but you barely realize it because of the shock that runs through your body, originating from his touch. Goosebumps run wildly across your flesh.

He swallows harshly before pulling away and recklessly pushes his sleeve up the length of his arm. Your heart beats wildly in your chest in anticipation.

Sirius shoves his arm in front of you and you bring your gaze to focus on the inside of his elbow.

And there it is.

His soulmark.

Your soulmark.

The lines are clean and the points are sharp, the star is clear against his skin.

“Oh.”

“You’re my soulmate.” Sirius mutters. “Oh thank Merlin!” He’s laughing, a smile growing across his face.

His laughter is infectious and you find yourself joining him, practically jumping with glee.

Sirius latches onto you, pulling your wet bodies close. He brings his lips to your forehead, warmth spreading from the contact.

“We should celebrate.” Sirius remarks, pulling away just enough to see your entire form.

“Hold on.” You chuckle. “I think you’re forgetting to do something.”

His grey eyes flick down to your lips. “How could I ever forget the best part?” He smirks.

You lips are slow to connect, relishing in the sounds of the rain and how his his hands wrap around your elbows, thumb pressed into your mark.

When they finally join together, you feel whole. Like two puzzle pieces linked together. Eyes flutter shut as emotion run rampant through your body. Your mark tingles before fizzling out when you and Sirius disconnect.

You’re breathless as you cling onto him, as he clings onto you.

“We’ve got a party to throw,” Sirius grabs your hand. “soulmate.”

A stupid grin makes its way across your face.

“Lead the way, soulmate.”

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[idratherstayslytherin]

I wrote that instead of studying for my finals. You’re welcome

It was a Sunday afternoon during summer vacation when Albus and Scorpius were interrupted by the footsteps downstairs and low grunting. They were in Albuse’s bedroom flipping through a Quidditch magazine and discussing the match they went to yesterday. 

“It can’t be James can it?” 

“No, he’s probably staring at himself in the mirror or doing some sit up, you know the guy.” Albus rolled his eyes, but laughed, it made a smile appear on Scorpius’s face. 

“Your mom?”

“No, she’s at the office, has some important meeting, I told you about it.”

“Right...” Scorpius seemed like he was a little bit scared.

“Do you want me to check who it is?” Albus offered, wanting to calm his friend down, but also show him that he wasn’t scared of anything. 

“I’m not scared.”

“I didn’t say-”

“I’ll come with.” Scorpius said so quickly that Albus held out a laugh. It was kind of cute, he thought. Not cute, it was ... something. Pleasing? NO. It was ... doing something to him, especially the blonde’s shy smile afterwards. 

“Alright then.” They both stood up and Albus reached for his wand that was on his nightstand. 

“You know we can’t use magic-”

“Would you rather die then, Scorp? I don’t know about you but I very much appreciate my life and I don’t wish to die so young and so beautiful.” He flicked his imaginary long hair. “We don’t know who’s downstairs. For all we know it could be someone wanting to kill us especially because of our surnames.”

“You know, that there are consequences if you use any kind of magic, right? I know your dad did a lot of illegal stuff, but would you want to risk being expelled?”

“Stay if you want to, I promise it won’t affect you even if I cast a spell.” Albuse’s  tone changed to soft. Scorpius had a frustrated look on his face and stared at Albus trying to understand what was going on in the brunnet’s mind. 

“I’m coming with you, I said I would.” The gleam in Scorpius’s eyes was making Albus want to smile over and over.

“Cool.” Albus opened the door to his room carefully and stepped outside, making his way to the point where they could see the living room (the place where the noises were coming from) from upstairs, at the stairs where there was a pretty huge empty space left there. 

As they both got there as quietly as they could they finally heard two voices before hey even saw who they belonged to.

“What the fuck was that, Harry? What on Salazar’s dead body was that?!”

“I don’t know how you call it in your world, but I call it ‘saving your life’.”

Albus and Scorpius looked at each other. They both breathed out their stress. It was just their dads. They weren’t supposed to be here, especially together. Scorpius put a finger on his mouth encouraging Albus to keep quiet, as the other boy moved a little bit to loud. 

“I don’t need you saving my life.” Scorpius’s dad voice got quieter, but it was said through the clenched teeth. It was then when two man emerged from behind the stairs and into the living room. Albus’s dad was wearing a white, well, half white, shirt, as the other half was pretty much covered in blood. It mage Albus gasp, and if Scorpius haven’t held him by his wrist he would have gone down to help his dad with whatever he was suffering from. 

“Oh, I don’t know, but for me it looked like you fucking did. Just look at you!” Albus’s dad gestured at Mr. Malfoy who’s head seemed to be cracked at the left side of his forehead, near nis eye. “Besides, I’m your partner and we are meant to help each other out, especially when someone’s trying to kill you!” The two men were walking backwards to the sofa. 

“Bullshit! You promised not to do that. I told you I could handle anyone myself. I don’t need you risking your life like a fucking hero, again. We’re not at Hogwarts anymore and it’s not the battle where you need to save everyone again!” Albuse’s dad’s eyes were full of fury. Mr. Malfoy came closer to him, they were standing very close to each other, like they were about to fight. 

Scorpius tugged od Albuse’s sleeve and shook his head. 

“Don’t” He whispered. Albus stayed in place, but he didn’t want his dad to be even more hurt by Scorpius’s dad. 

“That’s not fair, Draco.” The shorter man’s voice was breaking. “You know how much I hate people mentioning anything about that.” There was a silence between two men. None of them moved, they just stared into each other’s eyes very intensely. 

“I’m sorry, but you’re just like that. You never put yourself first, I get why that is, but why for me?” Scorpius’s dad spoken a little softer than before. The other man on the other hand was shaking and clenching his fists.

“You know very well why.”

“No, yes, we’re somewhat friends, now, we’re auror partners, but that’s it.”

The man covered in blood stormed off to the kitchen, where the boys couldn’t see. Mr. Malfoy was still standing in place. 

“So, what you’re just gonna leave it like that?” He moved his head towards the kitchen. Harry’s dad didn’t respond. Albus could hear some cupboards being opened and stuff being moved around. He looked at Scorpius again. He had his serious, but also a sad face on. He was probably concerned for their dads. 

Albus’s dad came back from the kitchen holding two small phials in his hands. He handed one to the man standing opposite to him. 

“I have one now, I’m sure you have some more at your house.” His voice was cold. Mr. Malfoy stood still, but took the offered potion.

“I’m not leaving you with this unhealed.” Mr. Malfoy pointed at his partner’s chest.

“I’ll be fine, I cam take care of myself. Just...go home. I’ll floo Scorpius tomorrow in the morning. Go home.” He sounded tired and .... broken? Albus didn’t know how to describe it. He wasn’t very good at describing his own feelings, so when it came to other people’s feelings he was even more shit. 

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, let me stay, let me heal you and then I’ll leave.” Mr. Malfoy moved closer to Albuse’s dad and tried to, what shocked Albus the most, grab his dad’s hip. That was strange. 

“Go home Draco, I don’t have time or energy to deal with you right now.” Harry moved away from him. 

“Is it because I mentioned the saviour thing? I said I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I was angry at you for being stupid, okay? I didn’t want you to risk your life for me. I didn’t want you to die because of me.”

“it’s not- I’d think you’re smarter than that, but turns out you are not as intelligent as I gave you the credit for.” Albus’s dad put a hand to his forehead, shaking his head.

“What are you on about? I’m tired Harry, what the hell are you that grumpy about? Just cut the shit and spit it out.” Mr. Malfoy’s voice got louder, he was annoyed. 

“I said, I don’t have the energy to-”

“Just fucking say it! You’re acting as your wife whenever she gets annoyed with you. Don’t be a girl and spit it out.” 

“FINE! I fancy you, okay?! Fucking hell, I don’t even fucking know why, but I do. Have been for last five years.” There was a silence. Everyone including Scorpius and Albus held their breath. 

His dad did WHAT? Albuses’s head was going so fast, trying to look for explanation for what he just heard coming from his dad’s mouth. Was his dad gay? Is that why he and his mom fought so much and haven't slept in the same bed for ages and were so cold towards each other lately? Why would be fancy Mr. Malfoy? Have they done something... gay with each other? Why did his dad fancy men? When did that happen and why? Have he cheated on mom? There were so many questions and no answers. 

“You okay?” Scorpius whispered, his voice concerned, and shook Albus’s arm. Albus didn’t get to answer, because his attention was focused on their dad’s downstairs again.

“Well, say something.” Albus’s dad now shaking again, his voice much more quieter than before. There was a scared expression on his face, the one he would get when any of his kids were in danger. 

“Don’t. Harry, I can’t. I’m not a family wrecker.” 

“You feel it to, I knew it. I knew you would say that.” Mr. Malfoy was grasping the sleeves of his robe and playing with it in his hands. Albus’s dad came up to him and reached his hand to hold the other man’s chin. Scorpius’s dad exhaled deeply, but kept his eye’s on the man in front of him. 

Albus was so take aback from all of it, he couldn’t look away. He was screaming inside. 

“I hate you so much.” Albus’s dad said and before the blond man could complain, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Mr. Malfoy didn’t relax into the kiss until the Albus’s dad grabbed his waist and pressed their bodies together. It looked like he was trying to fight his desire and push the other man back, but then he let go and started kissing back. They walked back to the couch together, not stopping the heated make out. Albus felt bad watching it, but he just couldn’t take his eyes of it, he wanted to know WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS HAPPENING AND WHY WAS THIS MAKING HIM SO ANGRY. 

The man were moaning into the kiss and as they reached the couch, Mr. Malfoy sat on Albus’s dad lap, so that his knees were on the couch. He was holding the other mans face and passionately kissing it as if his life depended on it. 

Albus felt a tug on his sleeve. It was Scorpius again. He gestured with his head in the direction of Albus’s room. He got the memo. Still shaking from what he just saw, he followed his friend to his room. 

As the door closed he blurted out “ WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT? DID YOU KNOW YOUR DAD WAS GAY? DID YOU KNOW MY DAD WAS GAY? AND FOR YOUR DAD?! AND NOW THEY’RE CHEATING ON OUR MOMS! WHY AREN’T YOU FREAKING OUT?” Albus stopped when he saw Scorpius’s composed face. “You knew...” Albus realized. 

“Yes.” 

“What? Why? How? Why haven’t you told me?” 

“Because I knew you would react just like that. First of all I’m no stupid, anyone with eyes can see they were pining over each other. Haven’t you seen how they look at each other, and that one time at dinner table when they were practically undressing each other with their eyes?” He took a quick breath and continued. “ Second of all, yes I knew my dad was gay, he told me after he and mom got divorced. Third of all, I’m happy they both stopped being idiots and finally came clean, kind of, about their feelings. I want my dad to be happy he deserves it.” Albus was taken aback of how adultlike Scorpius was about this. “Don’t you want your dad to be happy? My dad makes your dad very happy, opposite to your mom. You’ve told me many stories of how miserable they both make each other feel. You would probably prefer them to be happy with someone else rather than spend their lives hating each other and acting as if everything was fine for the sake of you lot.” 

Albus thought about it. His parents weren’t happy together, he could admit that, but they could work it out, even with his dad cheating now, they could just forget it and move on, go to therapy and stay together. 

“Our dad’s are in love, Albus, they won’t just fall out of love. They both have been crushing on each other for longer than five years. And I know you want your parents to stay together, but I don’t. I’m pretty sure your dad doesn’t want it either. It’s not okay that he’s cheating on your mom now, but they can figure it out after tonight.”

“I didn’t know your parents were divorced.” was all Albus could say.

“Dad didn’t want me to tell anyone.”

“So you’re okay with him being gay?”

“Of course I am, just because he’s attracted to men doesn’t change the person he is and doesn’t change the fact that I love him and he is my hero.” Albus felt a pain in his chest. 

“But why did my dad marry my mom if he was gay?”

“Maybe he is not, there are people who like both man and woman.”

“How do you know that?”

There was a silence before Scorpius simply said “Because I’m like that.” Albus gasped. He didn’t know what to say.

“So...you like blokes? and girls?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.” Albus said, feeling awkward as hell. “I can’t stop thinking about our dads snogging downstairs.”

“Then don’t. Let them be for now. Let’s look for the brooms that we need for new year at school, alright? I’m sure our dads will figure their shit out and will eventually come out to us and your dad will talk to your mom and you. Give it some time, okay? I know it’s a lot to take for now, but think of how much happier your dad will be now. Just think about it.” And Albus did, he missed seeing his dad truly happy and full of energy, and if Mr. Malfoy was the one who was gonna make him happy then be it. Sure he was still angry at his dad and at the situation that he didn’t quite understand and expect, but he was gonna leave all his worries for the next day

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