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Celestial Beings

Chapter Eight: A Family Gift

Characters: Nymphadora Tonks, Kreatcher, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Reader

Summary: Kreatcher is a smart ass, Remus knows (y/n) is hiding something and confronts her.

Word Count: 3,328

Warnings: Pain mentions, torture mentions, curses, Fire mention

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

Remus had tried knocking on (y/n)‘s door, hoping to talk with her and make sure she was alright after breakfast, but she didn’t answer. After a few minutes of waiting he left, walking downstairs to the parlor room where Sirius and Tonks were waiting for him. He shot Tonks a dirty look when he walked in, taking a seat next to Sirius on the small couch.

“Is she okay?” Sirius asked, hoping that Remus got through to her. Remus just shrugged, looking toward the fire. “She didn’t even answer the door, did she?”

“No, she didn’t.” Remus sighed, rubbing his hands together. “Did you fill in Tonks on everything?”

“Not quite everything. I haven’t gotten to the part with the mirror yet.” Sirius explains, looking at Tonks. “Almost forgot to tell you the most recent bit, You-Know-Who was spotted by (y/n), in a mirror down the hall from our rooms. Oh and Alecto Carrow is in the cell downstairs, Kreatcher caught her in her animagi form.”

“In a mirror?” Tonks asked, her hair changing from a cool purple to a bright yellow. “How did she possibly find him in a mirror?”

“We were all heading to bed, Sirius had a head start of course.” Remus chuckled, his friend gently elbowing him in the ribs. “I left (y/n) at her door and went to my room. I should’ve waited until I heard her door shut, but I was tired. Sirius found her a few minutes later, down the hall.”

“She said she heard whispers and went to see what it was. When she looked into the mirror, he was in it, smiling at her. She was shaking really bad.” Sirius conjured a glass of brandy and took a sip. “Wouldn’t let me touch the mirror either.”

“Why?” Tonks inquired. “Did she not want you to destroy it?”

“She said she would.” Sirius shrugged. “We left it in the hall, but when Kreatcher went to go find it, it was gone. I had him search the entire house, that’s how he found Alecto.”

“How’d Alecto find this place?” Tonks grabbed the drink out of Sirius’s hand, taking a sip herself. “I mean, between everything Kreatcher has put up to hide this place, pre-existing security from your parents, and the spells the Order have placed, this should place should be nearly as safe as Hogwarts. Someone would’ve had to have tipped her off.”

“Why don’t we go ask her?” Remus smiles, getting up and heading to the basement. Tonks and Sirius followed closely behind, almost tripping into each other halfway down the stairs. “Can you two behave? I swear, the two of you together makes me age even faster than the lycanthropy.”

“Oh come on, Moony!” Sirius laughs. “We’re the black sheep of the family, we have to have at least some fun. Especially at your expense.”

“Besides, Carrow is gonna suck all the fun out of the room as soon as we speak to her.” Tonks rolls her eyes. “Where is she exactly?”

The three of them opened the cell, only to find an empty room. Carrow was gone. Sirius swore under his breath, calling for Kreatcher immediately.

“Did I not tell you to put her down here, and to make sure she couldn’t get out?” Sirius barked.

“You said to put her in the cell, I did. I also spelled it so she couldn’t escape.” Kreatcher grumbles, looking at the empty room. “You never told me I couldn’t let her out if she asked.”

“Kreatcher!” Sirius grabbed the glass fromTonks and threw it at the house-elf, enraged. “What did you do?”

“I followed your instructions, and then Carrow asked for a favor for the Dark Lord. Mistress Black told me to always help the Dark Lord if asked, so Kreatcher said yes.” the house-elf smiled thinking of his old master. “Carrow told me to take her to Knockturn Alley, keep it a secret until asked. Kreatcher always listens perfectly, Master Sirius. You just don’t know how to-”

“Kreatcher, you’ve put all of us in danger!” Sirius yelled. “You ignorant, pustular, little bag of bones! I thought it went without saying, you don’t do favors for people like Carrow. Better yet, only listen to me and whomever I tell you to!”

“Yes, sir. Kreatcher won’t make the same mistake again.” The elf chuckles as he disappears.

“I hate him,” Tonks says, breaking the shocked silence in the basement. “That is the most conniving house-elf I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.”

“Well, I’d say it might be time to give Moody limited privileges of Grimwald Place,” Remus suggests. “Until we can find Carrow, probably her brother, and anyone else she could’ve told about this place.”

“Yeah, well who wants to have that conversation with (y/n)?” Sirius asks.

“No need.” (Y/n) said, standing on the bottom step of the stairs. “I heard you had Carrow in the basement this morning when you passed my room. The two of you can’t whisper worth shit.”

“We were going to tell you, we just didn’t know how…” Remus trails off, watching her walk toward the cell.

“His barriers are weaker than the ones I had.” (Y/n) told them, running her hand on the side of the doorway. “She would’ve just gotten out anyways, there’s a small hole in the back wall that Kreatcher missed. Might’ve taken her a while, but she would’ve found it.”

“That might be how she got in actually.” Sirius thought aloud. “We missed one small thing, one tiny detail and she found it. Still doesn’t explain how she knew where to find us in the first place but it does help.”

“Not to sound stupid, because I’m sure you’ve thought about it or have some reason why he wouldn’t know, but Pettigrew?” (Y/n) suggested, causing both men to freeze up. “He was friends with you for a while, right?”

“Yeah, but he never knew where I lived. Not that I know of.” Sirius says, trying to remember every detail of his youth, coming up mostly with terrible memories. “Except, when we were learning to apparate, I accidentally landed just outside, and he was helping me. He could’ve hoped to find something and sent Carrow this way.”

“You apparated here?” Remus asked. “You always said you were always perfect, made no mistakes while traveling.”

“I may have stretched the truth a teensy bit.” Sirius gives him a small smile. “But why send Carrow? Why not show up himself, he turns into a rat.”

“A rat with a solid gold paw might be a bit more suspicious than a random field mouse.” Tonks points out.

“Carrow is also one of the few people that actually listen to Pettigrew without my father around.” (Y/n) admits, trying to push through the barrier in the cell, watching as it cracked partly under the pressure. “She would’ve gone through this within the day, I’ve already cracked it and I’m not even using full force. In other words, the work upstairs is masterful, this is poorly made.”

“We spent over a week strengthening the ones upstairs, this was thrown together last second.” Remus defended. “Wait, you’re breaking it?”

“Well yeah, it isn’t hard. Just takes a little concentration on my part.” she shrugs, pushing the rest of the way through. “See? It also helps to find the weakest part of the spell too. The spells around Hogwarts are all the weakest at the direct top, and nearest the Black Lake. Although out of the two options, the Black Lake is scarier than open air.”

“There’re barrier spells around Hogwarts?” Tonks asks confused.

“Not exactly, mostly to keep intruders out, muggles and whatnot. Also, one to protect against apparition, which there’s a version of that surrounding this place too, didn’t show up until after the whole ordeal down here though.” (Y/n) explains. “But, yeah Hogwarts has a lot of protective spells. They have to be redone every few years otherwise they’ll fade away, lose their potency, all that.”

“Back to Carrow though, why specifically her? Why not her brother?” Remus closed the door to the cell once (y/n) exited.

“He isn’t an animagi.” (Y/n) tells him. “He’s not patient enough, or really smart enough to complete the ritual for it. Alecto is just insane enough that she pulled it off a few years back. She’s unregistered, surprise surprise.”

“How do you know all this?” Tonks looked at (y/n) in awe.

“I’m not exactly allowed to share my opinions at home, so I decided to get better at listening to people passing by. Dobby sometimes told me about stuff growing up. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to so he would punish himself for it.” (Y/n) told her, not looking at the colorful woman. “I’m more worried about what Alecto found while she was here. She wouldn’t have told Kreatcher to take her to Knockturn Alley unless she had something to go back with.”

“What if she was the one that left the mirror?” Sirius suggested. “We found her not too shortly after, and Kreatcher hasn’t been able to find it again.”

“I guess.” (Y/n) shrugged, her heartbeat speeding up with the mention of the mirror. Remus noticed this, his hearing picking up on the change in her pulse. “Well, if Carrow isn’t down here anymore I’ll go back to my room. I just needed a break from my book.”

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked as she turned to head up the steps, listening more intently to her heartbeat. It skipped again as she lied.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” she forced a smile onto her face as she answered. “You know where to find me if you need anything.”

Remus waited until she was gone, completely out of earshot. Sirius went to follow, but Remus stopped him, grabbing his elbow and shushing him. Tonks looked at the two men confused, still unsure of what just happened.

“She’s lying,” Remus whispered, just in case (y/n) wasn’t as far gone as he thought. “I’m not sure what about, but as soon as the mirror was mentioned she wasn’t telling the truth.”

“What would she be lying about?” Tonks asked, still not completely understanding.

(Y/n) found her way to her room quickly. She closed the door and headed over to the dresser, slowly opening the drawer with the mirror. She picked it up carefully, unwrapping it from the cloth she had hidden it in. This time the only thing staring back at her was her own reflection. She let out a sigh of relief, sitting down on the edge of her bed, holding the mirror. The electric purple aura surrounding it had dissipated, meaning whatever it was had either been undone or had moved elsewhere.

She wrapped the mirror back up and hid it again. Looking at her reflection as she closed the drawer, one end peaking out ever so slightly. Her eyes seemed off, but she couldn’t quite understand why. She looked into the mirror attached don her dresser, leaning in as close as she could get, trying to understand what was wrong with her eyes. She nearly screamed when she realized, her eyes had changed, a faint purple aura now coming out from them.

The knocking at the door made her jump, hitting her knee on the dresser. She hopped on one foot to the door, opening it up. Remus was at the door looking nervous. (Y/n) rubbed her at her hurt knee as she stood there.

“Did you need something?” she asked him after a few moments of silence had passed.

“I’m not really sure how to…I have a question to ask but I don’t know how to ask it.” He said, walking into her room, doing one quick look around.

“It’s about the mirror, isn’t it?” (Y/n) sighed shutting the door. She pointed at the dresser, not looking him in the eye. Remus opened the top drawer and pulled the mirror out, looking at her confused.

“Sirius said you didn’t want to go anywhere near it.” He held it up, his confusion turning into betrayal. “Did you lie to us?”

“No, not on purpose anyway.” she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her emotions under control. “I didn’t even know it was in there, not until right before I went down for breakfast. I wanted to- to say something but every time I thought about it, my head…” she groaned, frustrated with herself.

“Your head?” He scoffed. “I’m accusing you of lying to us, and you’re bringing up your head?”

“Yes, Remus. My head. I can’t, couldn’t tell you anything because of my head.” she groaned, frustrated. “I’m trying to explain, but I can’t say it out loud. Hell, I can’t even think of it without…” she feels the sharp pain in her head.

“Just say it, (y/n)!” Remus shouted, slamming the mirror down on the dresser.

“I can’t!” she yelled back, the pain worsening. “I want to! I want to tell all of you everything! But I fucking can’t!”

“Why not?” he asks, still not fully listening to her. “Why can’t you? There’s no one stopping you other than yourself!”

“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time?” she asks him. “I am trying to, but I literally can’t!” Her head feels like it’s on fire now, the pain almost to the point of blinding. “God it hurts! This is worse than anything I’ve ever felt!”

“What are you talking about?” Remus finally realizes something is wrong. Her heartbeat isn’t showing any signs of lying, but it’s beating rapidly. “(Y/n), I don’t understand.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” she half laughs, half cries. “And I can’t make you understand either! Just icing on the cake.” she grabs her head, stumbling slightly. “Just make it stop, please just make it stop!”

Remus looks back at the mirror and then at her, finally putting some of the pieces together. His eyes go wide and he sets aside his anger, quickly rushing toward her. He gently leads her to her bed, sitting her down on it. She’s sobbing, her hands both grasping her head, eyes tightly shut.

“I’m going to go get Sirius, okay?” Remus asks, not getting a response before he darts out of the room. He doesn’t even make it down the stairs, just starts yelling for his friend. “Sirius! Sirius! Something’s wrong! Hurry!”

(Y/n) doesn’t even notice that she’s moved, much less heard Remus. All she can notice is the pain, slowly making its way elsewhere in her body. It spreads from her head to her neck, and then once she feels like even breathing will kill her, it moves along her spine. She only notices someone else’s presence when they try to move her, causing her to scream in pain.

“What happened?” Sirius asked, gently setting her back down. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I-I don’t know!” Remus picked the mirror up from the dresser. “She had the mirror, I got angry and we were arguing. And then she was trying to tell me something, but she couldn’t say what it was exactly. Suddenly she just started begging for it to stop, whatever it is.”

“She had the mirror?” Sirius looked confused, grabbing it from Remus. There was a crack on it from how harshly Remus had slammed it before. “It’s not silver…”

“What does that matter? Sirius, look at her!” Remus shouted, watching as (y/n) curled more into herself.

“No, Remus you don’t get it. It’s not silver.” Sirius looked like he had just won a prize. “Whatever was on this, it must’ve made it look silver! But now, now it’s just bronze, not even a slightly silver tint. Whatever curse is hurting her has to be able to do that. And there aren’t a lot of spells like that!”

“So? She’s in pain now, Sirius.” Remus shoved the mirror from his friend’s grasp. “And she dealt with weeks of Cruciatous Curses. Whatever was on that mirror is now… oh damn. That’s what she was trying to say.”

“It moved from the mirror to her.” Sirius agreed, pulling out his wand and pointing it toward (y/n) “Finite Incantatem!” he shouted.

(Y/n) immediately felt less pain as she heard Sirius cast the spell. Though the pain persisted it had been dulled, instead of fire it felt more like very hot water being poured onto her. Much more manageable. She turned onto her side, keeping her eyes shut and covering her ears.

“Looks like it helped at least a little.” Sirius grabbed the mirror again. “We need to figure out exactly what curse this had. I can start checking the library, but you’ll probably find more if you talk to Moody.”

“Right, where is he right now?” Remus asked.

“You won’t find it anywhere.” (Y/n) said quietly. “My father probably made it.” The pain got stronger when she told them that.

“I’ll take your grimacing as a confirmation,” Remus said, noticing her tightening jaw. “Hypothetically, to get rid of the curse what would we do?”

“I’m afraid that’ll be on me to figure out.” She grimaced, slowly sitting up. “I can’t tell you anything, so you can’t help. It’s tailored specifically for me.” she groaned, feeling the pain growing again. “Can we talk about something else? Anything else?”

“Uh, how’s the book reading?” Sirius asks, eyeing the opened book by the window.

“Really? That’s what you’ve got?” she chuckles. “It’s reading books, not much can go wrong. Except for that one.”

“What’s wrong with that one?” Remus walked towards it.

“It’s incredibly dull. The second edition of ‘Divining the Great Beyond’ by Agatha Shortstring. Most of her instruction is basically the same five things.” (Y/n) rolls her eyes. “Meditation, tea, consultation, personal insight, and then discussion. She doesn’t seem to be very good at divination herself. She made three predictions at the beginning of the book that never came true.”

“Let’s see,” Sirius said, picking the book up and finding the predictions. He laughs as he reads them. “Number one; wizards will all die out by the 80s, leaving only great and powerful witches behind. All magic will be female.”

“Number two; muggles will embrace us with open arms after November of 1974,” Remus read aloud, a small smile on his face. “They will see us as friends forever more, allowing us to end world suffering in harmony.”

“Oh don’t forget the third one; there will be proof found of the existence of extraterrestrials by the time our world has 4 billion people, and they will choose a thousand people from each country to take with them to the stars.” (Y/n) recites. She feels the pain subsiding finally. She’s quiet for a moment, unsure of how to continue.

“Take your time, (y/n),” Sirius said, putting the book down. “But when you’re feeling better would you mind finding Remus and me downstairs? We have something to show you on the next floor.” he left, Remus, following behind, stopping at the door. He turned toward her, looking at her guiltily.

“I’m sorry I got so upset earlier. I try not to,” Remus started to apologize. “Anger isn’t one of my favorite emotions.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Remus.” (Y/n) offers him a small smile, but avoids eye contact. “I deserve worse than your anger. Besides, I know what you want to say. You don’t hide your thoughts very well, no one here does.”

Remus was taken aback at the new information. He wanted to say something else but couldn’t come up with anything. He left without saying goodbye, quietly shutting the door behind him. (Y/n) sighed, grabbing the comforter she was laying on and wrapping it around herself. She meant to shut her eyes only for a few minutes, but instead fell asleep, drifting into an unpleasant sea of nightmares.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵}~~

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toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics · 8 months

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Seven: New Faces

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Kreatcher, Alecto Carrow, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginny, Fred, George, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: With the keen eye of Kreatcher an intruder is found, and all before an interesting breakfast.

Word Count: 2,819

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Torture, Use of a paralyzing spell

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

A/N: Hi guys, I meant to post a lil update the other day but completely spaced. I think I'll be moving my posting days to Sunday rather than Fridays, it's easier for me to keep up with.

Sirius called for Kreatcher as soon as (y/n) left his room. The house elf instantly appeared, rubbing his eyes, tired. He glared up at his master, very obviously displeased with being woken up.

“There’s a mirror on the floor down the hall, Kreatcher. I need you to put it in the off-limits room downstairs.” Sirius ordered.

“Whatever you say, Master Black.” Kreatcher snaps his fingers and vanishes, coming back nearly instantly. “There isn’t any mirror, sir.”

“What? I saw it, (y/n) even kicked it away from me.” Sirius looked puzzled, running a hand through his hair. “Check again Kreatcher, check the entire house for it.”

“Any old mirror, sir?” Kreatcher raised an eyebrow.

“No, small, hand-held. Possibly silver.” Sirius instructed. “Something you’ve not seen before.”

“Sirius, what if only (y/n) can see it, or make it seen?” Remus thought aloud.

“I’ll see what I can find,” Kreatcher muttered, vanishing once more.

“She was the only one that could hear it, she found it in a section of the hall not commonly used, she’s the one that moved it before you could touch it.” Remus scratched his head. “Sirius, if You-Know-Who knows she’s not being tortured anymore, that she’s at least partially cooperating, he won’t just be angry with her…”

“He’ll be enraged. And with the sight she has, he’ll do his best to drive her towards him somehow, but not without punishing her first.” Sirius sighed. “How are we supposed to fight against something neither of us can see?”

“That’s not entirely true though is it?” Remus plopped down into the old chair (y/n) had previously been sitting in. “You saw it when you were reaching for it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t remember seeing it after I got her to stand up.” the dark-haired man grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey out from his desk, sitting in the wooden chair. “Actually, the only time I saw the mirror was when she kicked it away.”

“Were you touching her?” Remus asked, stretching his legs out. “You told me you were trying to comfort her at first, so she could tell you what was wrong. How?”

“I hugged her, my hand was still on her shoulder when she kicked it away.” Sirius realized. “Of course, why would he trust what she told him about seeing the spells when he could just as easily see them himself by using her.”

“That’s why she’s important to him. But why would he want the Order to take her prisoner?” Remus scratched his chin. “We know Lucius is the one who tipped us off, we’ve never been able to find her before. So what did he need her gone for, or rather need her to be here for?”

“(Y/n) has been in a cell until yesterday.” Sirius was perplexed. “She could only see the barrier spells we had, so far that’s all she’s seen. What good could that do?” the men both sat in silence, trying to figure out what could possibly be the Dark Lord’s motive for letting his own daughter get kidnapped.

They both ended up falling asleep in their respective chairs, Sirius halfway flopped over onto the desk, the bottle of whiskey still in his hand. Remus had laid his head back against the wall, his mouth slightly agape, snoring softly. They were both awoken by Kreatcher’s return, making both men jump awake. Sirius knocked the whiskey over, spilling the remainder onto the floor.

“Damnit!” he grabbed a dirty towel and started soaking it up off the wooden floor. “What’d find Kreatcher?”

“No unknown hand-held mirrors, Master Black,” Kreatcher reported, holding up a small wriggling bag. “However I did find a pest. A small field mouse, quite far from home.”

“Animagus or mouse?” Remus asked, leaning forwards.

“Not certain. Found her hiding in a spot she shouldn’t have been able to get to though.” the house-elf handed Sirius the bag, backing away quickly. Sirius dumps the mouse out of the bag onto his hand, grasping it quickly.

“Homenum Revelio!” Remus casts, his wand pointed at the small creature. Suddenly a woman appears, growing out of Sirius’s hand and falling to the ground. “Petrificus Totalus!”

“Merlin’s beard! Is that, no it couldn’t be. Alecto Carrow, of course.” Sirius stood up, hoisting the angry-looking woman onto her feet. “Now, how about you explain what it is you’re doing here, in my house?”

“What do you think I’m doin, fucking blood traitor?” she sneers, glaring daggers at him.

“Sirius, perhaps we should get her downstairs?” Remus urges, looking at her nervously. “If, if a certain someone sees it could turn pretty badly.” he nods his head towards the wall against (y/n)‘s room.

“Kreatcher, take Ms. Carrow downstairs. Put her in the cell, make sure she can’t escape in any way.” Sirius barks at his house-elf.

“Sure thing, Master Black.” the house-elf grumbles, looking quite upset. He grabbed Alecto’s arm, vanishing quickly.

“I think it’s time we make up Molly, don’t you?” Remus says fixing his ruffled shirt.

“Better tell her she has someone else to make food for. What are we going to tell (y/n)?” Sirius asked. “We’ll have to, can’t exactly preach about honesty and doing the right thing if we can’t do it either.”

“We’ll just tell them the truth, Kreatcher caught an intruder.” Remus shrugged, opening the door and walking out into the hall. “We put them in the cell and will question them later, after they’ve had some time to stew.”

“So, you want to leave out the important parts, such as who it is and what they were most likely doing here?” Sirius rolled his eyes. “And people think I’m the sketchy one.”

“Don’t judge, she just still isn’t quite sure who she is yet. I don’t want her to feel pressured to make a choice too soon.” Remus explains, lowering his voice as they pass by (y/n)‘s room. “You should’ve seen them yesterday after they accidentally woke your mother’s portrait… she’s in a delicate place. And with what happened last night, she’s got more than enough to worry about.”

“You’re right.” Sirius gave in. “If Alecto is here, her brother probably isn’t far behind. We’ll have to eventually let her go if we don’t want the entirety of You-Know-Who’s army on us.”

“We can let her go later tonight, oblivate all her memories of Grimwald Place and leave her in the Forbidden Forest.” Remus suggests. “See what we can get from her first, which won’t be much.”

“Yeah, but anything is better than nothing,” Sirius says, heading up a flight of stairs and knocking on Molly Weasley’s door. After a few minutes of waiting she comes to the door, rubbing the crusties out of her eyes and yawning.

“Remus? Sirius? Is something wrong?” she asked.

“We have another guest in the basement, Alecto Carrow,” Sirius tells her. “Also, (y/n) had an ‘incident’ earlier tonight.”

“An incident?” Molly quirks an eyebrow. “What kind of incident? She didn’t let Carrow in did she?”

“No, no, not at all,” Remus assures her. “Rather when she was going to bed she heard whispers, followed them, and found a mirror with You-Know-Who staring directly at her.”

“You mean, he knows she’s not in the basement anymore?” Molly seems more alert. “Is she okay?”

“She isn’t, not that she’ll admit it to either us or herself right now.” Sirius sighs. “And we think that he might’ve been banking on that somehow, though we aren’t sure why.”

“What time is it?” Molly asks, pushing past the two men. “Tonks said she would be here by breakfast today. And with what you’ve just told me, we could use her help.”

“I’m not sure, three? Four maybe.” Remus guesses, lifting his watch up to check. “I was close, it’s a quarter to four in the morning.”

“Right well, I’ll head downstairs and start on breakfast for everyone. You two should go check the defenses. I’m assuming one of you has a plan for our friend in the basement?”

“We’re going to obliviate her tonight, drop her in the Forbidden Forest,” Sirius confirms for her. She nods, heading down the stairs, using her wand for light. Sirius looks at his friend. “I’ll check the top floors, you check the bottom?”

“Meet you in the dining room in an hour.” Remus heads down the stairs, his wand in hand.

(Y/n) headed down the stairs as soon as the sun hit the top of her door. She hadn’t slept much, at most she had an hour she believed. The dining room was mostly empty, only Ginny was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper aloud so her mother could hear. She gave (y/n) a small wave. Molly placed a basket of freshly made croissants on the table, giving (y/n) a sweet smile.

“I didn’t hear you come in, (y/n).” The older woman said, brushing her hands onto her apron. “Have a seat, everyone else should be down shortly. Oh, we also have another member of the Order joining us today.”

“She’s great, you’ll love her,” Ginny said, grabbing a croissant. “She’s a little strange though, at least most people seem to think so.”

“Okay.” (Y/n) sat down in the same place she had been the night before.

“You alright, dear?” Molly asked, looking worried. “If you’re not feeling up to it I can always bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I’m fine.” (Y/n) forced a tired smile onto her face. “Just not used to sleeping in an actual bed again is all.”

“Are you sure?” the older woman walked over to her, putting her hand on (y/n)‘s forehead. “You don’t have a fever… if you swear that you’re fine, you’re fine I guess.” she leans in close enough to whisper in the young woman’s ear. “Remus and Sirius told me about last night, just let me know if there is anything I can do, okay?”

“I promise, I’m fine.” (Y/n) avoided eye contact, her face reddening.

“Morning, Ginny. Molly.” Remus said entering the room, pausing when he saw (y/n) in her seat. “Morning (y/n), how’d you sleep?”

“Not used to the bed yet.” she lied smoothly, not looking at him directly. “Morning George, morning Fred,” she told the twins as they entered in behind Remus.

“Morning.” They said in unison.

“Is she here yet?” Fred asked his mother, a hopeful look on his face.

“Not yet, should be any minute though,” Molly told him, heading back towards the kitchen. “Ginny, would you mind helping me with the rest of breakfast?”

“Coming!” Ginny hopped out of her seat, handing her brothers the paper. Hermione and Ron walked in soon after, wishing everyone good morning as they took their own seats.

“Good morning Weasleys, morning Remus!” a woman with pink hair exclaimed as she entered, followed closely by Sirius. “A new face, you must be (y/n).” she held her hand out. “Name’s Nymphadora Tonks, but everyone just calls me Tonks.”

“Hi.” (Y/n) carefully shook her hand. “Uh, nice to meet you?”

“You sure put the “Mad” in Mad-Eye’s nickname, huh? Merlin, he wouldn’t stop complaining, hell he’s still complaining.” Tonks laughed. “And of course, I’m the one that has to listen to it all. Last time I apprentice under someone with the title “mad” in their nickname, huh? Just non-stop; “She won’t say a word, only laughs when I try to get information from her. I’ve been interrogating her for weeks, and still haven’t learned a thing! If i could just find some way to prove to her that it’s in her best interest to cooperate, oh I’ll be the happiest person alive!”

“Tonks, I don’t think this is an approp-” Remus starts, but Tonks waves him off, not listening.

“I tried to tell him, you know. You’re You-Know-Who’s kid, of course you aren’t gonna crack under torture.” Tonks munches on a croissant, leaning back in one of the seats. “I told him, you’re gonna have to get creative. Think outside of the box.”

(Y/n)‘s face must’ve given her thoughts away, Sirius putting his hand on her should as she abruptly stood up. Tonks’s smile fell and she pointed her wand at (y/n) defensively. (Y/n) pushed Sirius’s hand away, glaring at him and storming out of the room. Remus shot Tonk’s a glare, shaking his head at her.

“I tried to warn you, you don’t know what all Moody did to her down there. Hell, I doubt we know everything either.” Remus growled. Sirius chased after (y/n), following her into the hallway.

“Hey, I’m sorry about her. She doesn’t mean anything by it-” Sirius starts apologizing.

“Why does everyone always have to bring it up?” (Y/n) turns towards him, tears in her eyes, fists balled up. “Every time I’ve met someone after I graduated, it’s been brought up. No one ever can ignore the fact that he’s my father. As if I had a say in the matter!”

“(Y/n)…” Sirius says softly, looking at her carefully.

“And then gloating about how she was the one that pushed Moody to “get creative”? Just icing on the fucking cake.” she paced up and down the hall. “Even Lucius wouldn’t have gone as far as Moody did. Stealing memories from someone who can’t defend themself? It’s low, like something my father would think of low. And she’s laughing about it? To my face?”

“She doesn’t know. Not all of it at least.” Sirius tells her, stopping her in her tracks. “We haven’t had the chance to tell her yet. Didn’t want to risk anyone other than the Order finding out.”

“What?” she is taken aback, not sure what to say. Sirius steps towards her, closing the distance.

“Tonks doesn’t know about what Moody did. I doubt he even told her exactly what he did in his “interrogations”. She just doesn’t have the best of social skills.” Sirius explains. “She means well, truly, she just isn’t the best with expressing it.”

“Does that include pointing her wand at me?” (Y/n) spits back. “Or was that part of her charm too?”

“No, that was out of line.” Sirius agrees. “I’ll have a talk with her later about it.” They were both quiet for a moment. “C’mon, let’s go eat breakfast. Just let me know if you need a second okay?”

“Fine, but I’m not talking to her.” (Y/n) huffs, reluctantly heading back into the dining room. Everyone was quiet when she entered, Tonks was sitting at the farthest end of the table from(Y/n)‘s seat. Remus flashed (y/n) a small smile, pulling out her chair for her as Molly placed the last plate of food onto the table.

Breakfast was painstakingly slow, with very little chit-chat. Hermione and Ginny spoke in hushed tones, eyeing Tonks and (y/n) while talking. (Y/n) barely ate any food, mostly just moving it around on her plate. Sirius and Molly both tried to get a conversation going, to no avail. Tonks avoided looking anywhere near (y/n)‘s direction the entire time.

(Y/n) rushed out as soon as Molly grabbed the first of the dishes from the table, making her way up the stairs and to her room. She quickly shut the door and grabbed a book she had started reading, perching on the bench by the window. She ignored the knocks at her door, not wanting to face the reality that was on the other side of it. No one knew that she had heard them earlier this morning, talking about Alecto Carrow being the new guest in the basement, their plans to obliviate her memories of this place.

Knowledge at this point felt like the ultimate bane of her existence, a curse worse than anything her father could think of. She knew no one found the mirror last night, as it was currently sitting in her desk drawer, the bright purple glow seeping through the cracks. She didn’t remember putting it in there, let alone leaving her room to grab it. The whispering was muffled, still not quite making sense. She wasn’t sure how to get rid of it, every time she thought about it she felt like her head was going to explode, a pain like a red-hot fire poker directly behind her eyes.

The same pain happened when she thought about telling someone about the mirror and its location. She wanted to, desperately, she wanted to tell them everything but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The pain was too immense and the guilt of lying to them was starting to become just as bad. She felt like she wasn’t worth all the trouble everyone was going through, trying to make her feel safe and not judged. What was the point if all she brought was problems and more lies?

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯}~~

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Six: Mirror Mirror

Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: Dinner with the Weasleys and a bit of a tour of the house.

Word Count: 3,031

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

(Y/n) had been out of the cell for a little more than 4 hours, exploring every aspect of her new room. She hadn’t found any secret pathways, no hidden jinxes, it was all safe. Her own space with seemingly no strings attached. It was a new experience for her, not having to make her entire existence as minuscule as possible.

There was a knock at the door, making her jump and drop the book she had just picked up to read. The book landed directly on her toes, making her yelp in pain. There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door, sounding concerned.

“Come in!” (Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her foot. “I got startled and dropped a book on my foot, nothing major.”

“Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” The lanky redheaded boy said. “Mom told me to get you for dinner, she’s making pot pies with mashed potatoes and garlic bread.”

“Oh, sure yeah I’ll be down in just a second.” she eyed the boy, watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. “Or are you supposed to escort me there?”

“I’m not sure, but I am already on thin ice with her so…” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Right, don’t want to get in any more trouble than you already are.” (Y/n) stood up, looking in the mirror of her dresser and fixing her hair. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Lead the way, little Weasley.”

“Ron. It’s Ron,” he muttered, walking just ahead of her. The closer they got to the dining room, the more pleasant the air smelt.

The dining room was brightly lit, with candles floating above the table gently. Food placed perfectly on the table, and everyone’s already sat down, chatting. The mood changes as soon as (y/n) walks in, with silence replacing the warm mood. Ron takes a seat next to Hermione, whispering something in her ear.

“I saved you a spot over here, (y/n).” Sirius patted the chair next to his own, smiling at her. “It also just so happens to be directly in front of the potatoes, which Molly says are extra delicious tonight.”

“Kids, introduce yourselves,” Molly instructed as (y/n) sat down, keeping her eyes averted.

“I’m Fred,” one of the two twin boys said, offering her a small smile.

“And I’m George,” the other said, elbowing his brother.

“I’ve met Ron, Ginny, and Hermione already.” (Y/n) reminded everyone. The children all looked at each other nervously. “Alright, can we clear the air in here? I can tell that none of you children really want me here, or trust my being here. So go ahead, let it out, it’s fine.”

“(Y/n) I don’t think-” Molly started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

“Are you actually his daughter?” the muggle-born blurted out, looking directly at her plate.

“Yes.” (Y/n) answered. “Anyone else?”

“Do you have the mark?” George asked.

“No, I’ve never had to get it. The marks are just ways to keep track of his followers, I have his blood.” (Y/n) shrugged, putting a heaping amount of potatoes on her own plate. “No need for it when you can just do a simple scrying spell.”

“How many people have you killed?” Ron inquired. Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Everyone except (y/n), who didn’t even flinch.

“Depends,” she smirked to herself. “Do you count Death Eaters as people?”

“You’ve killed Death Eaters? Why?” Fred leaned forward, intrigued.

“Only one, it wasn’t entirely in my control. I don’t remember it, I’ve just been told that my mother never survived giving birth to me.” (Y/n) picked up a pot pie and placed it atop her potatoes. “On that note though, I would like to eat now instead of answering questions, if that’s alright with all of you?”

“Yes, let’s eat.” Remus claps his hands together, sharing a worried look with Sirius.

The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat between the kids, a few conversations growing louder than the others. (Y/n) just focused on eating as much as she possibly could while she could. By the end of dinner, she was stuffed full, having eaten three pot pies, four massive helpings of potatoes, and two pieces of garlic bread. When Molly brought out the chocolate cake (y/n) nearly fainted.

“Molly, I mean this honestly, stop being such a good cook,” she said finishing her second slice of cake. “It’s unfair to everyone else. Not only to other cooks but also to those of us eating it.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Molly blushed.

“I agree, Molly. You’re one of the best masters of the kitchen I’ve ever met.” Remus wipes chocolate from the side of his face. “(Y/n), I don’t mean to embarrass you but you’ve got frosting on your chin.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it in a second. I’m stuffed.” she leaned back in her chair, a smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. It’s fantastic!”

“What, did the Malfoy’s not feed you?” Ron asked.

“No, they did, I was just kept on a very strict diet. Except for a couple of times when Lucius was teaching me how to survive in the forest with nothing.” Everyone looked at her confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to say this once, and only once. Don’t feel bad or whatever about how I grew up. Life is unfair, get over it.”

“Kids, how about you all go to the parlor room?” Molly suggested, gathering up their empty plates. “I think Remus and Sirius want to have some quality time with our guest.”

The children all quietly left, mumbling quick “goodbyes” and “good nights” to the adults as they left. Molly went to the kitchen, taking all of the empty plates and dirtied cups with her. Remus got up and shut the door to the hallway while Sirius closed the one to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/n) looked at the men nervously.

“What? No, you aren’t in trouble, (y/n).” Remus chuckles, taking his seat. “We just wanted to see how you were liking your new room, besides you still need a tour.”

“Want anything to drink?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, thanks.” she shakes her head. Sirius shrugs and sits down, taking a drink of his wine. “It’s a nice room. I’m still not completely used to it, it’s only been a few hours after all.”

“Are the decorations to your liking?” Sirius inquired.

“Yeah, they’re great… I’m sorry I feel like I did something wrong still.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darted between the men.

“I’m being honest, you’re not in any trouble,” Remus reassured her, offering a comforting smile. “Now, while Sirius finishes his drink, would you like me to give you a tour?”

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) stands up and follows Remus to the hallway. He passes the stairs and turns down another hallway.

“This is the way to the first-floor bathroom, two of the guest rooms, and the laundry room,” Remus explains. “Now if we go back this way,” he leads her to the hallway in front of the stairs connecting to the dining room. “I’m sure you can tell that that’s the front door.”

“Well the extreme barrier spell in front of it might be a bit of a clue,” she says sarcastically. “You know, that or the coat hangers and shoes next to the door might also give it away.”

“Right, well to the left of the front door is the living room, then you’ve got the music room, the parlor room, and your first restricted room.” Remus points at each doorway. “There’s also a cleaning closet right under the stairs I forgot to mention.”

“Do I get to know what the “restricted room” actually is, or do I get to put it together myself?” she asks

“It’s an old room that’s falling apart, to be honest.” he sighs. “It was stuffed full of old furniture and tools.”

“So it’s just a mess? Lame, I was hoping you were doing some cool experiments.” (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. Remus chuckled and headed up the stairs, (y/n) following behind him quickly. She tripped on the top step, reaching for the railing on the wall to catch herself she instead pulled a curtain off of a portrait.

“YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS!” the woman in the painting started screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT ALL OF YOU!”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Mother!” Sirius shouted, running up the stairs and quickly covering her with the curtain once more. “For Merlin’s sake, she never changes.”

“That was your…” the young woman trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, wake her?”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n).” Remus helps her up, gently dusting off her shoulders. “You didn’t trip on purpose, and you also didn’t know about her portrait. We keep her covered, otherwise, she just yells.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight. Suddenly sleep sounds very pleasant.” Sirius flashes a quick smile and pushes past the two others. “Goodnight to the both of you. (Y/n) if you need anything later, feel free to knock.”

“On that lovely note, let’s continue.” Remus turns and begins walking. (Y/n) stays frozen in place, her eyes flicking from the portrait to Sirius’s door as he disappears. “(Y/n)? Are you coming?”

“Do I sound like that?” she asked quietly, not looking at him. “Do I sound that, that cruel?”

“What?” Remus was taken aback. “(Y/n), Sirius’s mother and you are nothing alike. Not really, sure you’ve said a few similar things, but that’s as far as that goes. She was cold, all the way through. Nothing Sirius ever did could please her, not that she ever really wanted to be pleased. She refused to listen to anything other than her own twisted opinions.

“You’ve met Bellatrix before I imagine? She was a lot like her, angry at the world and in love with destroying anything she couldn’t have. She was a follower of your father, a devout one too. Pulled Sirius’s brother into it too.” Remus paused. “Don’t tell him I told you anything about his brother though. It’s a touchy subject.”

“I still don’t see how I’m any different.” she frowned.

“(Y/n), you’re standing in front of me, a werewolf, and having an actual conversation. You’re changing, whether you mean to or not, it is happening.” Remus places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had these ideologies forced down your throat, literally branded into your brain since you were an infant. Of course, you’ve said and probably done a lot of horrible things, but you’re not entirely at fault. You’re learning still.”

“I guess.” she sighs. “Let’s just continue the tour.”

“Well, let’s finish this floor for the night, and then you can go to bed. There’s a room that Sirius wanted to show you with me.” Remus continues, showing her the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, and the small dusty library that needed a lot of TLC.

Remus ended his small tour by walking (y/n) to her room door, bidding her goodnight and good dreams before going into his own bedroom. She was just about to enter her room when she heard someone whispering down the hall. She poked her head out but saw no one in the vicinity. Very carefully and quietly she tip-toed closer to where she believed the voice had come from. A floorboard creaked just outside of Sirius’s room, making her freeze in place, patiently listening for footsteps.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) decided it was safe enough to continue. The whispering seemed to get slightly louder the closer she got to the darkest part of the hall. She passed by a few sleeping portraits, being as careful as possible not to disturb them. Her only source of light anymore was the faint glow from the hallway behind her and the barrier spells pulsating as she got closer to where she probably wasn’t supposed to venture. Suddenly instead of the reds through the greens of the barrier, she saw something surrounded by an electric purple, bright enough to make her squint.

Carefully, she reached forwards, lightly brushing the top of the strangely colored object. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal she knew what it was; a hand-held mirror. Grasping the handle she turned it around so she could see her reflection, trying to make out what was being said. It wasn’t until she brought it up closer to her face that she noticed it wasn’t her in the reflection.

(Y/n)‘s blood ran cold, her breathing paused, and her face paled. It was her father in the mirror, looking directly at her, a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes whatsoever. She dropped the mirror like it was a hot iron, making a loud thud on the ground. She jumped backward hard enough to knock the lighting fixture off the wall. Sirius’s door swung open at the end of the hall.

“(Y/n)?” he called out, just barely seeing her at the end of the darkened hall. He quickly made his way to her. The closer he got the more he could see she was shaking. “(Y/n), what’s going on? (Y/n)?”

“I-I heard… I thought that-that it was just something old. I didn’t, I didn’t think he could do that.” she pointed at the mirror. “He was just, smiling at me.”

“You don’t mean… (y/n) please tell me you’re not talking about You-Know-Who.” Sirius reached for the mirror but she kicked it farther away.

“Don’t. I don’t know what he would do if he saw…you.” (Y/n) warned, doing her best to keep breathing. “I can, I can get rid of it. Maybe he doesn’t know, right? Maybe he thinks that I have a mirror in my… my cell?”

“(Y/n) look at me, please.” Sirius pleaded. “Please, tell me it wasn’t him.”

“I-I wish I could, I really, really wish I could.” she started sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to comfort her. “He always knows, always!”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?” Sirius helped her up, heading to his room. “Here, I’m going to go and get Moo-Remus real quick, you go in my room and make yourself comfortable okay?”

(Y/n) nodded, opening his door and entering the room. It wasn’t quite what she expected. It was messy, yes however it was more clutter than trash. Like he had too much stuff and not enough space. His bed was unmade, a pile of blankets on the floor next to it. There was a small desk with a lamp in one corner, papers and letters stacked on top. She sat on the old fraying chair next to the bed, grabbing a knitted blanket and wrapping it around herself.

She could hear Remus and Sirius talking outside the door. They were worried about what Voldemort possibly knew, what plans he might’ve heard, and how long he could’ve been listening for. They also were talking about (y/n), nothing she could quite make out, only catching a few words here or there. She tightened the blanket around her, bringing her knees to her chest. They walked in, Sirius hushing the other.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked, his hands fidgeting.

“You think I knew, don’t you?” she accused. “You think I had something to do with… I just heard whispering and went towards it. If I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have even touched it.”

“Hey, no one is accusing you of anything,” Sirius said softly, stepping in front of Remus. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.”

“(Y/n), I didn’t hear any whispering when I left you at your room,” Remus told her, watching her eyes tear up slightly.

“I heard it, I swear!” she pleaded. “It sounded like someone calling for me at first, over and over. The closer I got to… to the mirror it got louder, but I couldn’t understand it.”

“Remus now isn’t the time for this,” Sirius warned. Remus nodded in agreement.

“Of course, you’re right Pads.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry (y/n), it’s just a lot to take in.”

“It’s fine.” she lied, plastering a fake smile on her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m fine, I think I just need some sleep.”

“(Y/n), it’s okay if you don’t want to be by yourself tonight,” Sirius tells her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She had gone from a sobbing mess to calm and collected in a matter of moments. “One of us can stay in your room with you if you want, or you can stay in here. Your choice completely.”

“No, I’m just being over dramatic again. I’ll be fine, truly.” she placed the blanket back on the pile, heading to the door. “I’ll just head to bed though, sleep it off.”

“Overreacting?” Remus quirked his eyebrow, looking confused at Sirius.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.” she takes a deep breath, avoiding their eye contact. “Good night you two. Sorry to have bothered your rest.”

As quickly as everything happened she pretended it didn’t. She left both the men confused in that room as she went into her own, ignoring the sound of whispers further down the hall. She closed the door silently and immediately fell to the ground, doing her best to keep her composure. She forced herself onto her feet and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day.

As tired as she was she couldn’t sleep, only seeing her father’s face smiling at her in the mirror whenever she closed her eyes. His teeth bared, almost laughing at her. It was almost enough to drive her mad. She curled up in a blanket, deciding to do her best to keep her eyes open.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹}~~

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Five: Small Freedom

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley

Summary: Nightmares lead to simple dreams, and (y/n) finally gets out of her cell.

Word Count: 3,565

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Child abuse, Trauma dreams, mentions of torture, drowning

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

“Fear, despair, anger, hatred. Simple, easy-to-manage emotions.” a disembodied voice lectured. “But only if you have the strength to do so. Otherwise, you’re no better than those mud-bloods and half-breeds. And what would your father say if he saw you like this?”

(Y/n) looked up, a broken mirror showing a small, bloodied child. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to scream but no sound came out. She tried to stand, to move anything other than her head, but to no avail. Her limbs felt like lead, too heavy to lift.

“Poor (y/n), can’t even stop sniveling for a moment, can you?” Lucius appeared behind her in the mirror in a puff of black smoke. His hand grabbed at the back of her neck, squeezing tight. “Look at yourself, the mess you’ve made! You’re a failure! Incompetent, foolish, nothing more than a cockroach to be squashed beneath someone’s foot!”

The scene changed as he threw her to the ground, the black room turning into the gardens at Malfoy Manor. It was nighttime, a full moon illuminated the sky as she made her way through the hedge maze. The sound of a twig snapping behind her made the hairs on her arms stand up, fear rushing through her veins. She whipped around only to be met with the snarling face of Fenrir Greyback. His face contorted in an expression of wicked pleasure, hands grabbing her arms and pulling her towards him, close enough that his putrid breath was searing her nostrils.

“Lookie here, my favorite chew toy.” He growled, claws digging into her flesh. “Now come on, be a good little bunny and run. I want to have some fun.” he pushed her towards a path, causing her to stumble into the green walls to catch herself. She turned to run, but then everything changed again.

This time she was in a quarry with Lucius, on a boat in the middle of the water. He was covered in water and she was gasping for air, her hair wet, hands tied behind her back. He hoisted her up over the edge, throwing her beneath the water, and watched as she sank. She tried to use her feet to swim up, but they had been tied together as well. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, that they would explode, her head was pounding.

Sirius jumped when he heard it, (Y/n)‘s scream. She was thrashing in her sleep, eyes shut tight. He scrambled out of his chair and tried shaking her awake.

“(Y/n) wake up!” He started to shout as he shook her. “(Y/n), you’re safe! (Y/n)!”

She woke up after a few more seconds, pushing Sirius away like he was the one causing her nightmares. She looked around the room, getting her bearings. She looked at Sirius who was as pale as a ghost, his eyes wide.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.” she apologized, clenching her fists. “Had a bad dream, I thought you were… someone else for a second.”

“Are you okay?” Sirius questioned, taking in a few deep breaths. “You were thrashing around, screaming like you were being killed.”

“I’m fine, just a bad dream is all.” (Y/n) assured, trying to get her breathing under control. She rubbed her face, helping to calm herself. “I feel so, so stupid for scaring you like that. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Hey, no it’s okay.” Sirius gave her a comforting smile. “I get them too, it just happens sometimes.”

“No, I should be better than that. I need to be better than that.” (Y/n) stood up and walked over to her desk. “I’m not supposed to be scared anymore, I’m supposed to be scary.”

“It’s human to be scared, it’s a normal reaction.” Sirius told her. Remus and Molly both rushed into the room, looking sleepy and confused.

“We thought… didn’t someone scream?” Molly asked, curlers in her hair still. Sirius pointed at (y/n), who was unfolding her piece of parchment and scribbling something else down.

“I’m fine, he’s fine, no one is seriously injured.” she said in a monotone voice. “I may have pushed him though, and judging by how he keeps rubbing his elbow he’s gonna have a bruise or two.”

“What the hell happened?” Remus demanded, frantically looking between (y/n) and Sirius. “Someone explain something!”

“She was having a nightmare, a terrible one by the looks of it.” Sirius admitted. (Y/n) glared at him, picking up a light book and throwing it towards him. “Merlin’s beard! They aren’t going to think you’re weak or whatever!”

“Stop telling people things about me! I’ve had enough of you lot all whispering around me, treating me like I’m as fragile as a pixie’s wing!” (Y/n)‘s face was red, whether from embarrassment or anger no one was certain. “I never said it was a nightmare either, just a bad dream! That’s all it was, a bad bad dream that I’ll never have to live through again.”

“(Y/n), Sirius is right, it doesn’t make you seem any more weak.” Remus sighs exasperated. “Throwing a book like a toddler however…”

“Remus Lupin, you’re not helping!” Molly shushed him, lightly slapping his arm. “You two boys go finish whatever you need to finish, wake up the boys and have them start too. Go on, hurry it up!” the older woman commanded, waving the two men out of the cell.

“I’m fine, you can go too if you want.” (Y/n) lied, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. “You’ve still got your, erm what are those exactly? It’s on the tip of my…Curlers! Go and take them out, before your hair gets all tangled and whatever.”

“Oh my hair’ll be fine, dear.” Molly snapped her fingers and the curlers vanished, her hair falling down around her face gently. “Now be honest with me, I won’t tell the boys either, what’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Weasley I truly want to tell you, but I’m in enough trouble as is.” (Y/n) looked the woman in her eyes. “I just can’t risk anymore retribution from, You-Know-Who. Or Lucius. I can’t.”

“Oh honey…” Molly ran over and hugged the young woman tightly, gently petting her hair down. “Honey, I know it’s hard to come to terms with, but I don’t think he would act any differently even if you escaped and figured out all of our plans. Telling us about your bad dreams hardly seems consequential.”

(Y/n) had very rarely experienced anything close to the caring nature of Molly Weasley. Narcissa Malfoy was the closest thing she had had to a mother, and her priority had always been her own son. The small act of kindness that Molly had given her was more than enough to cause her to burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She let herself feel everything she had been bottling up over the past month and a half or so.

“It’s okay, let it out honey. Just let it all out.” Molly assured her softly.

Neither of them knew how long they were like that, but by the time (y/n) stopped a younger redhead girl and a curly-haired brunette were at the door with breakfast. The brunette knocked on the concrete wall, startling the two women.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mom, but we brought breakfast.” the redhead said, holding up two plates of eggs and toast. “Sirius told us to bring them down for you.”

“That’s alright Ginny, dear. Just set them on the chair next to the door.” Molly pointed at it. “And Hermione, will you be a lamb and grab up the dishes I left here last night? I meant to do it this morning but I’ve been a bit busy.”

“Of course, Mrs. Weasley.” the brunette smiled, nervously glancing at (y/n) as she gathered the dishes. “Profes- sorry, Remus and Sirius also told us to tell you that they should be finished by lunch. The twins are double-checking a few of the spells and Ron is testing from outside.”

“Thank you, girls. Will you two tell Sirius and Remus to come and get us when they’re ready? I imagine (y/n) might want at least her books to be brought up with her.” Molly smiled, still partially hugging her.

“With?” (Y/n) clarified, confused at the plans. “You mean that you’re all actually letting me out of this room?” she sniffled lightly, rubbing her face clean of any tears or snot.

“Did you think we were lying?” Molly asked, looking at her. “We were being honest when we said we could find a way to give you some freedom. It’s not a lot, you’ll mostly be moved from one small cage into a much bigger one, but it’s the first step.”

“Mom, are you sure about this, especially with Har-”

“Yes Ginny, I am. Tonks will also be coming shortly too, next week I think.” Molly cut her daughter off abruptly. “Besides, the entire Order has taken a vote, we came to an agreement and this is what that is. I understand your reluctance, but that is no way to behave in front of (y/n). Now go on back upstairs, both of you. Hurry up!” she called after them, listening for the sound of their footsteps to have dissipated. “Sorry about that, she’s just overly cautious.”

“It’s fine, I’m just still trying to understand why you’re all letting me out in the first place.” (Y/n) said, taking the plate Molly handed her. She took a bite out of the toast, face grimacing slightly. Molly followed suit, politely spitting the chewed-up toast out onto her plate.

“Either Ginny hasn’t ever listened to a single thing I’ve told her about cooking, or Ron made breakfast, in which case I wouldn’t eat the eggs if I were you. He can cook dinner pretty well, but he’s always struggled with breakfast.” Molly set her plate to the wide and chuckled. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“I don’t know.” (Y/n) admitted, pushing the plate of food toward the end of her desk. “I’ve never really been good with my own feelings, not that I was ever given the chance to be. Lucius maintains the idea that emotions are the same thing as a poison dagger, they’ll kill you if you touch them.”

“I wish I could say I was surprised by that, but it is fairly obvious to anyone who meets him.” Molly starts folding the pile of clothes (y/n) had in the corner. “And I’m sure your father is even worse, Lucius is a coward and truly only follows whatever You-Know-Who tells him.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty true.” the younger woman concedes. “I guess, what I’m trying to say is I can’t tell what I’m feeling. I think I’m feeling a lot of things all at once, and they’re all not mixing well. I just wish that I was strong enough to… I don’t know, do what I want instead of worrying about what my father had planned for me.”

“So do something small first.” Molly yawns. “If telling us how you’re feeling is still too out there for you, start small and work your way up. Start with a small want, something easy that if he found out wouldn’t result in whatever various torture method he would think up.”

“Even small acts would cause that.” (Y/n) groaned, head resting in her hands now. “Every mistake, no matter how small, results in the same thing; punishment.”

“Well then, if it’s all going to end the same way, why not just do it anyways?” Molly asked, eyeing her. “I don’t mean to sound pushy, but if talking about how you’re feeling and also divulging secrets gets you the same level of punishment, why bother?”

“I-I don’t…I guess I’ve never really thought about it. It’s just what I’ve always done.” (Y/n) opened the book she was reading from the night before. “I’ll think on it. Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to run these up the stairs and set them by the door. Is that okay?” Molly held up the pile of folded dirty clothes. (Y/n) nodded, turning the page of her book.

Molly quickly made her way up the stairs, giving (y/n) some time to think alone for once. The Weasley woman opened the basement door and set the clothes right outside it. She caught a glimpse of Ron and waved him over.

“Will you put these in the laundry room, dear?” Molly smiled sweetly. “I don’t want to leave her down there alone for too long.”

“Course I can.” Ron looked tired, his hair uncombed and wild. “Mom, how do you all think this little idea is going to work?”

“I’m not sure…” Molly answered honestly. “Hopefully there will be very few issues, although with how their imprisonment started, I doubt it. I think we’re all going to have to be very patient for a while.”

“Does that include her?” Ron hissed, eyes narrowing at the steps. “She’s his daughter after all, I don’t really see how-”

“Ronald Weasley!” Molly exclaimed. “If I find out you’re causing any undue issues with her, or helping along everyone’s paranoia I will put you in your own cell for a month, see how you react.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just-��

“Just what? Go put those in the laundry room and finish helping Sirius and Remus. Go on! And if you so much as-” Molly was wagging her finger at him.

“Step a toe out of line, yeah I know, Mom.” he finished glumly. “I’ll be on my best behavior, swear it.”

“Oh, you better! Make sure your brothers and sisters know it too, I will not be having any of you upsetting the delicate trust she has put into us so far.” Molly said, shutting the door to the basement and continuing to mutter to herself as she returned to the room.

After a few hours of very little small talk, mostly Molly trying to start a dialogue, and (y/n) finishing the book she was reading, Remus appeared in the doorway, his hair ever so slightly ruffled. He smiled at Molly, looking excited about something.

“Sirius is finishing the last touch-up of her room, and then we’ll be ready. He even got Kreatcher to help some.” Remus beamed.

“I’m right here!” Sirius called from the stairs. Everyone in the room heard a ‘thud’ sound, followed by a string of curse words. Sirius appeared beside Remus, his hair pulled into a loose bun. “Ignore that, I didn’t fall.”

“Sure, you gracefully laid down suddenly, right?” Remus joked.

“Well, are we ready, Moony? Got to take down the barrier before she can, you know, go upstairs.” Sirius held up his wand.

“Course I am.” Remus faked being offended. They shut the door, and from the outside took down the barrier. (Y/n) watched the walls turn to regular concrete, no longer glowing a blueish hue. Remus opened the door and stepped in. “Now, before we bring you up I’m assuming you have questions?”

“Rules?” (Y/n) asked, looking between him and Sirius.

“No sharp objects unless supervised by Sirius, Molly, or myself. There are rooms that you won’t be allowed into, a few have barriers on them, but not all. No trying to hurt, scare or kill anyone. No asking Kreatcher for anything, unless someone is dying.” Remus listed off about ten more rules, and Sirius was counting them on his fingers. There was a total of twelve rules.

“Sounds reasonable. How far is my room from here?” she turned to gather her unread books.

“It’s in between my room and Remus’s. The second floor of the house, so two floors above us.” Sirius told her.

“And last question for now, how many people live here?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“Currently, eight of us, nine including you,” Molly affirms. “My husband stays sometimes, usually for about a week before he has to head back home for work, but you won’t see him for a while. Right now it’s the three of us, the girls that you met earlier, and three of my sons. I’ll introduce you later today.”

“If that’s all, would you like to actually leave this room, or would you prefer to keep standing there?” Sirius asked, grabbing her books out of her hands.

“Fine, can you just, give me a second? I didn’t actually believe you when you guys were talking to me.” she took a deep breath, straightened her shirt up, and popped her knuckles. “Okay, I’m good now, just needed to mentally prepare a bit more.”

Remus carried her sleeping bag and blanket, along with her pillow and her box of graphite. Sirius was barely managing all the books, only dropping a couple up the stairs. Molly was following behind (y/n), breakfast plates in one hand, her other holding onto the railing.

Remus opened the basement door leading to the very back of the kitchen. (Y/n)‘s eyes squinted, not use to the amount of light pooling in from outside. Molly must’ve noticed, waving her wrist and the curtains drawing close.

“You all really put some effort into these barriers, huh?” (Y/n) chuckled. “The ones downstairs were simple but meant for a smaller space so it worked, these are intricate. Kind of pretty to be honest. Although I might suggest double-checking the floo network, there’s about three different ways I could get in still.”

“We’ll get right on that then.” Remus made a mental note. “Well, this is the kitchen, you probably won’t be in here often.”

“He’s trying to say that he thinks you might poison us given the opportunity.” Sirius jokes. “Can we hurry a bit? My arms are starting to give out with these books.”

“I am wanting to see my room, we can do the tour afterward.” (Y/n) suggests, earning a grateful smile from Sirius.

“Of course, let’s go before Pads topples over.” Remus heads towards a door opposite of where they came out of, and up the stairs taking a left on the second floor. Everyone else followed him, Sirius falling behind momentarily. “This is my room.”

Remus had pointed toward a dark grey door, the constellation for Lupus on it, just missing a single star. He pointed towards one further down the hall, tucked away in a corner. It was pure black, partly scratched at the bottom, and had the image of a giant star on it along with a nameplate that read ‘S.O. Black’.

“I feel like that one is fairly obvious, but it’s Sirius’s. Which makes this one,” Remus stopped at a dark green door, golden shooting stars on the top half. “Yours. We repainted it, hopefully, you won’t mind the colors.”

(Y/n) opened the door, revealing a very sizable room. There was a queen-sized canopy bed along the left wall, an ancient dresser across from it, two large windows with a bench for a ledge, and a chair on either side of the bed. The walls were a marbled juniper green, with gold as the accent. The bed itself was a sea foam green, the canopy black with tiny cascading golden stars.

“It’s beautiful…” She looked in awe, slowly walking over to the windows. While she could still see out of them, the barrier spells impeded her sight slightly, making it look like frosted glass that had a red tint to it. She pressed her hand against it, watching the barrier change shades, going from a normal red to a dark intimidating maroon.

“So you like it then?” Sirius asked, setting down her books on top of the dresser.

“Very much so, it’s way better than my room at the manor,” she admits, turning around to face them all. “Would it be possible though to get a bookshelf in here? It would be perfect next to the window, right by the dresser.”

“I’ll see what I can find.” Sirius seemed pleased with himself. “Now, it’s lunchtime and everyone is going to be downstairs in the dining room soon, did you want to join us or stay up here for a little bit?”

“If it’s alright, I think I would like to be in here for a while. I don’t think I can handle too much all at once, you know?” (Y/n) sat down on the bed. It was incredibly soft and pillowy. “I’ll come down for dinner though, don’t want to make the kids any more nervous than they probably are.”

“That’s alright.” Remus nodded, setting her stuff in the chair closest to the door. “Completely understandable, you’ve gone from a small cell to a newly furnished room, just take it in for a bit. If you need anything just come find one of us, we’ll probably be meandering about after lunch.” he smiled softly. Molly waved goodbye as she left to go get lunch ready.

(Y/n) pulled out her piece of parchment and grabbed a graphite pencil, shutting the door partly as she sat down on the bench. She smiled softly to herself before unfolding the paper. She quickly wrote down the words “Maybe they aren’t horrible.” She folded the paper back up, sticking it in between the mattresses of her bed.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦}~~

#remus lupin x reader x sirius black #sirius black #sirius black imagine #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #remus lupin imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #molly weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #hermione granger #lucius malfoy #fenrir greyback #nightmares

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Four: Playing the Part

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Summary: Just the simplicity of living in a cell. Sirius brings you a gift from the Muggle world.

Word Count: 2,306

Warnings: Nothing major, slight gore mention, small violence mention

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

A/N: I 100% forgot yesterday was Friday and also forgot to queue up this chapter to post. I apologize, so I'll make up for it by posting this today and another one tomorrow! Once again, so sorry.

(Y/n) had been quiet since, as everyone was calling it, “The Incident”. Remus and Sirius had come to some form of agreement regarding her half-release. Until all the proper preparations were made they had given her a desk and some reading material as well as a bit of parchment and graphite. They took turns watching her, making sure she was never left alone in the cell while she was still trapped there.

As much as they tried to get her to talk again she hadn’t budged, opting to read one of the ratty old books she had been given or scribble down some of her thoughts on a piece of paper. She had only spoken once to Molly when she had come to, just one simple word “Leave”. Molly had listened, but only partly, she had stayed just outside the room door, making sure (y/n) was safe.

“Anything yet?” Sirius asked, handing Remus a ham sandwich and a cup of tea. Remus shook his head disappointedly. “Alright, well it’s my turn to watch, Molly is asking if we want her to take a shift tomorrow so we can both work on preparations and maybe get it done sooner.”

“Maybe, I just don’t know if this is going to go alright. Not with,” Remus lowers his voice so only Sirius can hear him. “Harry coming in two weeks. What if she tries to go after him?”

“Remus we talked about this, she needs to be out of this room. Take it from someone who was stuck in a cell for twelve years, it wears you down.” Sirius shuddered thinking about it. “Anyways, go rest. I’ll see you after dinner when you bring me that roast Molly has been keeping me from all day.”

“Right, I’ll see you later.” Remus got up from his chair and left.

“Well then, now that he is gone how about I show you the surprise I got for you, hmm?” Sirius smiled, pulling a small box out of his sleeve. A radio. “Now I know you know what a radio is, but this is set for muggle stations only. Muggle music to be exact, I personally prefer rock, but you seem more like a dance-pop type of person so I found a station for you.”

Sirius turned a couple of the knobs, flipped the switch, and suddenly the room was filled with Diana Ross’s “I’m coming out”. Sirius started humming along, taking a seat in the chair closest to the door. He watched as (y/n) tried her best to ignore it, but started tapping her foot along to the rhythm.

“This genre is a good one, I’ll give it that. Moony would probably prefer r&b or classical. Not bad either but, not my style.” Sirius sat and talked about music for a while, not sure what else to do.

(Y/n) finished the book she was reading and set it down next to the door, there was a small pile gathering, it was sitting at about 8 books tall and 2 books wide. Most of the books were on herbology and potions, a few about historical happenings in the wizarding world, and one about the unique findings of an underwater water cave near a volcano in Bermuda. She grabbed the graphite pencil and started writing on the parchment she’d been given. Sirius tried to sneakily catch a glimpse of her paper, to no avail as she instantly covered it with her arm and sent him a glare. She finished whatever she had been writing and quickly folded the parchment up.

“You know, I really am sorry about how I dropped the news the other night.” Sirius apologized for the seemingly 300th time. “I know I’ve said it a lot, and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it either, but we need to. Or rather we should.” he paused, (y/n) seemed to be ignoring him. “Damn it (y/n), please could you listen to me real quick? One minute, that’s all I ask.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned towards Sirius. She set the book she had just picked up down and crossed her arms. Sirius shifted in his seat, suddenly a little nervous.

“I know I gave you a lot to digest, especially right after Moody did what he did.” Sirius started fidgeting with his hands. “What I’m trying to say is I did something pretty shitty to you, especially given the state of things, and you have every right to hate me for it but don’t take it out on anyone else, please. Molly doesn’t deserve the cold shoulder especially. She’s actually the reason you have all the damn books and things.”

“I don’t mean to seem cold.” (Y/n) said quietly, looking down at the ground. “I’m just trying to limit the possibility of making any more mistakes like the other day. I would prefer my intestines stay inside my body and not spilled out on the ground.” Sirius looked shocked that she spoke, let alone what she said.

“I didn’t think about that I guess,” Sirius said.

“And I’m not upset at you either. I was for a day or so, but I’m mostly just upset with myself,” she admitted. “I don’t know what he stole from me, but I know at least one of those memories was something fundamental to keeping my cool. That’s the only reason I can think of for me losing it like that again.”

“Again? Are you saying you’ve bit off someone’s ear before?” Sirius scoffed.

“Not exactly…” (Y/n) seemed nervous. “Let’s just say that this isn’t my first time going through something like this. It’s happened a few summers, once during winter break too. Normally I could withstand whatever they threw at me, I knew if I didn’t it would be even worse later on. Once though I did almost kill someone, even Lucius seemed scared of me for a time.”

“So they basically prepared you to be tortured, by doing it themselves.” he leaned back in his seat. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are you telling me all this? You haven’t spoken in almost a week, not suddenly you’re telling me childhood memories?”

“Well I figured my father probably already knows what I’ve told you, and since my being here was planned he must have planned for that as well.” she shrugged, grabbing a different book from the one she had before. “I’ve also considered your, let’s say previous experience with a similar type of parent. I’ve come to the conclusion that you might be right, that maybe all I am to him is a pawn, something to use and throw away when he sees fit.

“However, I still think at least some part of him cares. I refuse the idea that all he wants is power for power’s sake, that since I’m not exactly what he wanted he just tossed me aside like trash.” she paused, shaking her head. “But until I have evidence to back that up, I’ll play my part. It’s easier than trying to go against him, trying to turn my back on everything I know. I don’t think I can do that, not completely, and not the way you all seem to want me to. Oddly enough, I don’t think I’m brave enough for it.”

Sirius stayed silent, digesting everything she had just said. (Y/n) opened the new book she had just picked up and started reading, consuming the words faster than most. The radio seemed to have lost battery, the music starting to mix with the sound of static.

“What part do you think you have to play?” Sirius asked, looking concerned. She thought for a moment, eyes glued to the page she was on.

“Well, I’ve never been clear on that really. I think the part I’m supposed to be playing though is one of the docile prisoner, that’s what always got me in the least amounts of trouble during those summers.” she turned the page. “So, I’ll contain myself, become barely noticeable to you all. I’ll fade to the back of your minds eventually, I won’t be a hassle, and I won’t go against any of your rules. I’ll be perfect this time, everything he wants from me.”

“Let me know when you want to be your own person with your own flaws.” he grabbed the radio and shut it off, putting it back into his sleeve. They sat in silence for the remainder of his watch, (y/n) reading her book and Sirius just studying her expressions.

“Dinner time!” Molly called out from atop the stairs, her footsteps quickly descending. Sirius stood up and stretched out his back. Molly appeared in the doorway just as he turned to meet her. “Remus says he’ll be down soon, he’s just taking his potion and having a quick bath before his shift. Has she said anything yet?”

“We had an intriguing conversation, enlightening even,” Sirius told her, grabbing his portion of roast from her. He started scarfing it down, not even taking a breath in between bites.

“She’s also in the room listening in.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, setting down her book. “I’m sorry if I seemed cold with you Mrs. Weasley. Wasn’t my intention, I just needed to think in peace for a while.”

“It’s alright, dear. I’ve made you a roast tonight, gave you some extra potatoes too.” Molly set her plate on the desk. “I’m happy you’re wearing the clothes I gave you, your others are taking a little longer to wash than I originally thought.”

“I don’t mind. Although I am curious as to whose clothes I’m wearing?” (Y/n) asked with her mouth full.

“Mine and Remus’s.” Sirius burped as he finished his food. “Mostly my shirts though it looks like, with some of Remus’s boxers and comfy pants. None of the kids really wanted to give anything up.” (Y/n) nodded and continued to eat.

“I might be able to find something else if it’s a problem.” Molly grabbed Sirius’s empty plate and bowl from him, heading to the door. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No, I’m good. They’re comfy and flowy.” she wiped the dribble of broth from her chin. “I was just curious, promise.”

“I’ll be back down for your dishes in the morning, hopefully, you’ll be able to wear your own clothes soon,” Molly said looking pointedly at Sirius. “Have a nice night.”

(Y/n) finished her food quickly once Molly left, placing her dishes next to the stack of finished books. She returned to reading, sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag. Sirius picked up one of her completed books and leafed through it.

“I don’t understand what’s so interesting about any of these.” Sirius set the book back down. “I guess potions could be somewhat fascinating depending on what type it is, but herbology is just plants.”

“Well, if you want to brew potions to the best of your ability it helps to be able to grow the ingredients or find them even.” she rolled her eyes. “One helps the other, if you’re knowledgeable in both you’ll excel at both. Plants can also be used in combat if applied correctly too, poisons, carnivorous plants, and ones that just make a tea that could help with simple ailments.”

“I guess I never really thought about that.” Sirius yawned. “I was more into transfiguration than anything else. Care of magical creatures was another favorite of mine too.”

“I didn’t really do well with magical creatures, I tried. I don’t think animals like me is the issue though.” (Y/n) chuckled lightly. “Although I did have a niffler as a pet that I trained to specifically steal gold only. He did a great job.”

“Sorry, I took so long, the water just wasn’t getting warm enough.” Remus fixed his hair as he entered the cell. “My turn to keep her company.”

“Right, I guess I’ll get a quick nap in and then come back around midnight to switch off.” Sirius clapped Remus on the back as he left. “Have fun.”

(Y/n) eyed Remus as he sat down, his hair still wet and his clothes less formal than usual. He gave her a soft smile, taking out a book of his own and beginning to read. The only sounds were their breathing and the turning of pages. She placed the folded parchment inside the book, using it to mark her place. She set it off to the side and snuggled into one of the many new blankets she’d been given. Remus looked up to see her fast asleep, dimming the lantern as he continued to read.

By the time Sirius’s shift was up again Remus had nodded off in the chair, book fallen open into his lap and his head resting against the wall. Sirius nudged him awake, careful to not make too much noise.

“Damn, I guess I was more tired than usual,” Remus whispered, closing his book and standing up. “She’s been asleep almost the entire time. I think she’s having bad dreams again, keeps tossing and turning.”

“Go get some actual sleep, Moony. You look exhausted.” Sirius unfolded a newspaper.

“The moon’s past its apex now luckily so it isn’t so bad. Next month though I’ll be looking forward to spending it in my own room.” Remus ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back to its original place. “Have a good night, Pads. I’ll send Molly down during breakfast. The kids are going to help us with the preparations tomorrow too, she didn’t give them a choice.”

“Night Moony. See you in the morning.” Sirius waved at him as he left. It wasn’t too long after that he himself fell asleep in the chair, softly snoring.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳}~~

#remus lupin x reader x sirius black #sirius black #sirius black imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #sirius black x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #molly weasley

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Three: Oh Memories

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasely, Remus Lupin, Kreatcher, Sirius Black, Alastor Moody

Summary: Moody's goes too far with his obsession to get information from (y/n).

Word Count: 3,067

Warnings: Mentions of blood, slight gore, bodily injury to reader, panic attack, mentions of torture, mention of child abuse

Reminder: @rainychaosmiracle

Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, washing up after having made their current “guest” dinner. She truly didn’t understand how (y/n) could both be so kind and so cruel at the same time. She had never tried to belittle or harm Mrs. Weasley, no she very rarely talked to her. When she did though it was different from what Moody had described, she wasn’t necessarily kind, but she also hadn’t been cruel or rude. Just very cynical and stubborn.

“Everything was fine until Molly brought her food,” Sirius told everyone sitting at the dining room table. “After that, it was like a switch flipped.”

“Are you saying it’s my fault, Sirius?” Molly accused, walking into the room, hands on her hips. “After what Moody has done to her this past month, I’m shocked you two even got her to say more than a few words, let alone have a conversation.”

“Molly, that’s not what he meant,” Remus leans back in his chair, nursing a small glass of cheap wine. “He was just saying, that while it was just him and I, she seemed to be able to let go of some of her, reservations let’s say. We even managed to get her to laugh for a moment.”

“How sweet, you got You-Know-Who’s daughter to giggle, did you happen to get her to tell you anything of importance?” Moody rolled his eyes, taking a swig from his flask.

“Sorry, in between the beatings and curses did she happen to tell you anything? That’s right, you lied to us about your methods and still didn’t manage to learn a single thing.” Sirius glared at him. “You’re lucky to be sitting in my house, let alone being able to talk.”

“I’m lucky?” Moody starts to shout, getting out of his seat and pointing a finger at Sirius. “Why you little brat! I ought to curse you too, lay your ass out flat!”

Molly shushed him loudly, looking to the open door where her children were listening intently. “Alastor if you can’t get ahold of your temper perhaps it’s best you go elsewhere for the night,” she warned. “Now.”

Moody looked at the door, seeing the kids he straightened up and stormed out of the house. Sirius turned around and waved at the gaggle of red-headed children, a smug grin on his face. They all saw their mother giving them a warning look and quickly dispersed, muttering to themselves about the small altercation they had just bore witness to.

“And you Sirius, you ought to apologize to him. While I don’t disagree that his actions are unforgivable, I know we won’t stand a chance against You-Know-Who and his army without him.” Molly tutted. “No need to antagonize him in order to make yourself feel better.”

Sirius didn’t say anything back in response. He just gave her a small nod, looking down at the ground. Remus sighed, finishing his glass of wine and walking to the door. He stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose and swearing loudly as he turned around.

“We’re idiots.” He proclaimed, grabbing his wand from his pocket. “Moody can apparate inside the building and never walks out the front door. He wanted us to see him leave so-”

“So he could get to the one person we told him to leave alone.” Sirius finished, bolting towards the basement doors with Remus close behind.

As they reached to open the cell door there was a loud grunt made on the other side. Sirius pointed his wand at the door and it flung open, Moody toppled out of the room, blood dripping from his now mangled ear. Remus rushed in, seeing (y/n) smeared with blood, a mixture of her own and Moody’s.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” Remus asked her, watching her eyes dart between Moody and himself. “Hey, it’s okay we’re not here to hurt you. I’m sorry we weren’t faster than he was. (Y/n) are you listening?”

“Moony, I think it might be best to slowly walk out of there.” Sirius cautioned, ignoring Moody’s state. He pulled his friend out just as (y/n) lunged at him, teeth bared and eyes wild. The barrier on the door stopped her cold, but she still pounded against it, a guttural yowl leaving her throat.

“Merlin’s beard.” Remus gasped, watching her lose it. He looked at Moody, who was smiling to himself regardless of his own injuries. “What did you do, Alastor?! What did you do?”

“I found her breaking point.” He said proudly, blood spilling from his mouth. “All it took was a few stolen memories.” He held up three small glowing bottles and shook them. Remus reached for them but Moody let go, watching them crash to the ground and turn into nothing.

“How dare you stoop that low and look so proud of yourself,” Sirius growled. “Kreatcher!” he yelled, causing the house elf to begrudgingly appear. “Escort Mr. Moody out of the house, and until I tell you to take it down put up an anti-apparation spell. Ban him from here as well unless I decide otherwise.”

“Of course Master Sirius.” Kreatcher glumly agreed, snapping his fingers and disappearing with Moody.

Remus and Sirius both looked at each other, not believing what they have just witnessed. (Y/n) on the other hand, had stopped screaming, stopped moving at all really. She had fallen to her knees, staring at where the vials had shattered and her memories had been destroyed.

“(Y/n)?” Sirius took a step towards her, careful to stay outside of her reach. “Are you okay? (Y/n)?”

“I- I don’t, I didn’t mean to…” (Y/n) looked down at herself, red staining her hands and clothes. She backed away from the door, her chest feeling tight like her own body was trying to strangle her. “I lost it! Damn it, I lost it again for Merlin’s sake, they’re going to know!” she was panicking, hyperventilating.

“Whose going to know?” Remus asked, taking slow and careful steps toward her, his wand set inside his pocket. “Pads, go get some water and towels, please. I’ll stay with (y/n). Tell Molly what happened please, and see if she can send an owl out to the rest of the Order.”

“Yeah, I’ll go do that. Just be careful, I know she doesn’t mean it but…” Sirius trailed off. Remus nodded, kneeling next to the entrance of the cell and waving him away.

“I’ll be fine, just hurry back. I’m not sure how much of that is hers.” Remus worried. Sirius took a deep breath and quickly left, taking the stairs three at a time. Remus turned back to (y/n), his expression worried. “(Y/n) you need to take deep breaths. It’ll be okay, you’re safe now.”

“Safe? Safe?!? I’m never safe!” She sobbed, shaking her head violently. “I haven’t… I haven’t been safe since I-I was born! How, how could you even- I mean what world have you, have you been living in?”

“(Y/n) breathe.” He reminded. “You’re going to make yourself pass out soon if you don’t breathe.”

“I-I can’t!” her vision was blurring, whether from tears or lack of oxygen, she wasn’t sure. “I can’t do it. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Just focus on me okay?” Remus shuffled closer, careful to keep his distance. “Just act like you’re about to blow out a candle. Deep breath in.” (Y/n) nodded, copying Remus. It took a few minutes, but she finally calmed down enough for Remus to start asking questions again. “Where are you hurt?”

“I-I’m not sure,” she said just above a whisper. “I think most of this blood is his. I bit his ear off.”

“Is it okay if I come closer and look?” Remus asked. (Y/n) nodded her head, taking another deep breath. Remus slowly walked over to her, conjuring a small lantern and setting it on the floor next to her.

“Moony?” Sirius called from the stairs, carrying with him a first-aid kit, a bowl of warm water, some towels, and a carefully balanced plate of food courtesy of Molly. “I have everything you asked for, Molly is insisting that at least one of us keep (Y/n) company until she feels safe, which I’m in agreement with.”

Sirius walked into the cell, quickly setting down everything and opening the first-aid kit. Remus looked at (y/n), checking to see if she was comfortable with Sirius being in the room. She seemed a little more on edge, but not outright uncomfortable. (Y/n) seemed confused more than anything.

“Why do you care?” she asked, causing both Remus and Sirius to look at her puzzled. “If a prisoner gets hurt that’s just part of the method isn’t it?”

“You weren’t just hurt, (y/n), you were attacked maliciously by the looks of it.” Sirius asserted, picking up the bowl of water and the towels. He made his way to her and Remus. “You’re still a person, you didn’t deserve what just happened. Moody was out of line.”

“(Y/n), I don’t mean to pry, but who were you worried about knowing earlier?” Remus asked, taking a towel from Sirius and dipping it in the water. “You said that someone would know about you losing it again?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, it’s my fault, I should’ve been more in control,” she said in a flat tone. Remus and Sirius exchanged looks. Her response sounded rehearsed. “I don’t know what he took, but I can feel that it was important. It-it’s like part of me is empty. It’s wrong.”

“(Y/n)…” Remus didn’t know what to say that would help. He started cleaning off her hands, careful to avoid her cracked knuckles. “Is it okay if I ask you to hold out your arm? It looks like you’ve got a pretty nasty scrape on this one.” He held up her left hand slightly. She nodded, letting him continue.

“Molly is finding you a change of clothes, so far though she hasn’t had much luck. She’s gonna bring down a couple of options when she finds some though.” Sirius carefully started to disinfect (y/n)‘s knuckles before wrapping them up. “You do know that we won’t be able to get those memories back, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” (Y/n) winced as Remus cleaned around her scrape. “Neither of you have answered my question yet. Why do you care?”

“Like I told you, we seem to have had similar upbringings.” Sirius reminded her. He lifted up the edge of his shirt, revealing an old scar on his side. “My mother used to burn me with a fire poker whenever I was late to dinner or spoke out of turn. I use to think it was what everyone went through, that that was childhood until I met some friends at Hogwarts that is. I have a feeling you’re in the same boat.”

“I’m a werewolf, the world is full of misconceptions about my kind.” Remus shrugged. “I’d rather give you the benefit of the doubt before I condemned you to torture. I know you probably would have killed me on sight outside of this cell if given the chance, but I believe people are naturally good, at their core. That is until the world twists and corrupts them.”

“So, your reasons for caring are no one cared about you?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “Seems tiring to always care about other people’s feelings and things. I genuinely think my father would prefer me dead than be here accepting your help. And I don’t blame him, it would make people less afraid of him if they knew… never mind.”

“If they knew what? That you’re just a regular person?” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Get over it, no matter what you do or don’t do it’ll never be enough. Has it ever been?”

“Well, I-”

“No, it hasn’t. I can see it in your eyes and on your face.” Sirius and (y/n) held eye contact. “Nothing I ever did was enough, no matter how much I acted like my mother wanted she always wanted more, and she was just a regular witch. Your father is, well, you know, and if he treats you the way he treats his loyalist of followers then my mother was the kindest most caring woman to have lived.”

“Sirius, this can wait until after we’ve cleaned her up,” Remus warned, feeling (y/n) tense up as Sirius continued.

“Harry said Peter chopped off his own hand and that your father still took his wand and made him kneel,” he told her. “And if he can do that to someone that quite literally brought him back from the brink of death, I doubt he is afraid to nearly destroy you as long as he gets whatever he wants in the end.”

“Stop talking.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darkened. “You have no right.” she yanked her hand away from him as he finished with securing the bandage. “He’s my father, of course he cares about me. His feelings have to be set aside for him to succeed, that’s all. His blood flows through my veins, keeps my heart beating. While I may not be everything he wanted me to be when I was born, I am still his daughter.

“I may not possess all of the traits he wanted me to from my mother, but that does not make me any less of a weapon! I am still enough to get what he needs done, done. It might not be exactly how he planned for it, but I can see the barriers around anywhere he wants to conquer and I can find their weakest points! I gained the sight that she had, and-and he… he can use me as whatever he needs to be until the war is won.” (Y/n) gasped, covering their mouth, eyes wide.

“You can- what?” Remus was bewildered. It was an uncommon trait, mostly thought to be as odd as speaking Parseltongue. “You can see spells? Like, the barriers we have in here?”

“I-I didn’t mean to… he’s going to kill me. No, no, no he’s going to do worse than that. He always does worse than that.” she backed away from both of the men, hands shaking. “Why did I tell you that? Why am I so stupid?”

“(Y/n)…” Sirius stood up quickly, hands held up. “He knew Moody was watching that night at the shop. He knew that if they could grab you they would.”

“What? No, he wouldn’t do that.” she covered her ears, trying to block him out.

“I’m sorry but it’s true.” Remus put the towel he was holding down. “The Order was tipped off as to your location that night. We just found out that the person who left us the letter was, it was Lucius Malfoy. We thought you knew that it was planned.”

“Lucius?” her head felt like it was splitting. The room seemed to be spinning, the colors of the barriers pulsating and bleeding into each other. Her chest felt like it was on fire, her legs felt like jelly, and suddenly the world went white and she was weightless.

“Remus I think she’s gonna-” There was a thud as (y/n) fell to the ground. Sirius looked guiltily at Remus. “Never mind, it’s too late.”

“Way to go Sirius made her pass out.” Remus sent his friend a glare as he knelt next to her. “Luckily she didn’t hit her head too hard. Probably will have an awful headache when she wakes.”

“Moony, I didn’t mean to-”

“To what? Upset her more than she already was? She wasn’t ready for that yet.” Remus gently picked her up and placed her on the sleeping bag. He picked up the towel again and continued to clean her off as much as he could. “Could you, for just once, think more than five seconds before you say things like that? I know you meant well, but Merlin’s beard, Padfoot, now was not the time.”

“I couldn’t have guessed how she was going to react!” Sirius growled, defending himself. “I thought she might, you know, realize that we aren’t trying to hurt her? That she might be able to, I don’t know, to understand that she’s nothing more than a tool to be tossed to the side as soon as she is no longer of use! I didn’t think she was going to tell us something as important as that, and I surely didn’t think she was going to panic to the point of fainting!”

“I’m not saying-”

“No, you don’t get to tell me what I’m hearing, Remus.” Sirius barked. Neither man was aware of Mrs.Weasley standing at the door, watching them. “I know you disagree with how I just told her everything, but honestly Moony, can you say that letting her live in ignorance is any better? One way or another she was going to find out about what we knew.”

“You’re right, she needed to know. But she didn’t need to know tonight.” Remus asserted. Sirius fidgeted with his hands. “We could’ve waited one more night so she didn’t have to feel worse than she already did.”

“Sorry to interrupt your little argument boys, but I’ve brought some clothes for (y/n), although it seems like they’re currently not needed.” Mrs. Weasley sat them next to the untouched food. “Might I make a suggestion?”

“Of course, you can, Molly.” Remus sighed, getting the last of the dried blood off of (y/n)‘s face.

“Let her out of here. This cell has been nothing but more nightmares for her.” Molly huffed. “You two should be smart enough to figure out a safe way for her to have some freedom. And after all she’s endured in her time here, she deserves something.”

“We’ll think about it.” Sirius nods. “Until we find a way to, we could at least give her bed though, some books, something to make it less barren.”

“We should let her rest for now, Molly would you mind staying with her for a while? Sirius and I need to have a more private talk on the matter if that’s okay.” Remus asks. Molly nods and watches the men mutter to each other as they leave. She sits down in one of the two chairs that they had previously left.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦}~~

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Two: Talking it Out

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Summary: After many, many days of dealing with Moody's visits, (y/n) get two new visitors, who seem to be much much nicer.

Word Count: 2,285

Warnings: Torture Mention, SA Mention (it's mostly glossed over, no major details), Child Abuse Mention

A/N: Just in case I forgot to mention previously, this is not completely canon-compliant. I also have made Moody more of an a-hole, if anyone wants to know my thought process on that matter go ahead in send in a quick ask. Actually, feel free to send in an ask about anything, I would love to answer! I'm enjoying writing this, and I hope that at least some people are enjoying reading this.

Torture and pain were nothing new to (y/n), actually, it rather reminded her of home. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the small room, nor how many times she’d had her “visits” with Moody. They rarely lasted longer than a few hours. The longest time, from what little sense of it she had, was somewhere around 8 hours.

Speaking of home, she missed it quite a bit. Malfoy Manor was a lot more cruel on the inside than most people could even guess. Not particularly any fault of Mrs. Malfoy or Draco, but rather Lucius. The head of the household, and loyal follower of her father, obeyed any and every command given. Of course, most of those orders were on how to best “raise and properly train” (y/n), which typically involved some form of torture.

(Y/n) of course, followed along as well, it was easier than dealing with the consequences. Out of everything, waterboarding was the worst. Followed closely behind spending any nights with a few perverted men, less as a consequence, more so as a reward for their loyalty to You-Know-Who. She had the scars to prove the ordeals she went through, as much as she would prefer to forget.

Even though she acted nonchalant about it all, she was still a person. She just couldn’t afford to be seen that way. In her opinion, it was better to be seen as an object or a weapon, a mere pawn on a chessboard. Then at least she herself could pretend to have no weaknesses, no breaking point. She preferred that people believed the rumors and lies, that she was as deadly as her father and as crazed as Bellatrix Lestrange.

Mrs.Weasley opened the cell door, a tired look on her face and a plate in hand. She gave (y/n) a sad smile as she set it down near the entrance.

“Couldn’t you just give him something to go off of?” Mrs. Weasley pleaded with her. “Anything so you could have a break from it all? You look downright awful, I’m worried for you.”

“What could I give him that he would believe?” (Y/n) asked, slowly grabbing the sandwich from the plate and taking a bite. “After all, I imagine it’s been at least a few weeks if not a month or so? I haven’t uttered a single thing he’s believed, including that his curses and beatings won’t work. I’m used to it, it’s what I’ve been molded to be.”

“What about something small, something that no one knows about, well You-Know-Who?” Mrs. Weasley tries, leaning against the door frame. “From what I’ve gathered he hasn’t exactly been the most caring of-”

“Don’t.” (Y/n) said flatly, meeting the older woman’s eyes. “Truly don’t go there. He cares, just in his own way.”

Mrs. Weasley is quiet after that, unsure as to what to say. She sighs, picking up the plate and turning to leave. Once the door was shut (y/n) sits back against the cold wall, no longer having the appetite for her sandwich.

“He does care. I just don’t know if it’s about me or the results I give him.” she gathers up the blanket, draping it over her legs. “No, he cares about me, what father wouldn’t care about their children? Even Lucius cares about Draco, and he doesn’t care about much else than impressing my father.” (Y/n) sat in the dark, with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company and the occasional bug scurrying across the floor.

This time when the door opened it was someone (y/n) had not seen before. Or rather two someones she hadn’t seen. Both men were tall, one with dark, long curly hair and the other with light brown, short-combed hair. (Y/n) recognized one of them as Sirius Black, the first person to escape Azkaban prison. The other took her a few seconds to place, it wasn’t until the light hit his face, revealing the scars that she knew it was Remus Lupin, a werewolf known to be heavily against her father.

“Well, isn’t this a treat?” She said, slowly getting to her feet. “A blood-traitor and a half-breed? What did I do to have you grace my presence?” Remus flinched at the mention of half-breed.

“I came down here to see who could possibly have Moody stumped,” Sirius growled, stepping in front of Remus ever so slightly. “Imagine my surprise when I see you’re nothing more than another idiot, too stubborn and ignorant for your own good.”

“I’m the idiot?” (Y/n) laughed. “Am I the one torturing the same person the same 20 ways over and over in the hopes something will give? No, I’m the one who is with-standing it because the consequences of giving in are worse than dealing with a little more pain.”

“What could be worse than everything Moody has put you through?” Remus mused. “He’s told us some of what he’s done, none of which we agreed with. The real reason we’re down here is because we took a vote.”

“A vote?” She took a step back, unsure now of the situation she was in. “A vote for what? Who gets first dibs?”

“What?” Sirius looked taken aback, holding up his hands innocently. “No, we took a vote over if Moody should be down here with you anymore.”

“We decided against it. You don’t have to deal with him anymore.” Remus conjured up a lantern and hung it on the ceiling. “From now on we’re just going to talk.”

“So we’ve moved on from physical torture to psychological, understood.” (Y/n)’s shoulder relaxed slightly. “I can handle that too.”

“No, no, no. I think you’re still not understanding.” Remus smiled, looking at Sirius. “That’s all we’re going to do from now on. Sirius has enlightened us on what you’ve probably grown used to growing up.”

“Enlightened? What would he know about any of that?” she sneered, feeling even more vulnerable than before. Somehow talking seemed more daunting than hours of Cruciatous curses and water-boarding.

“You’re forgetting what family I, regrettably, belong to,” Sirius grumbled, shutting the door. “I have a feeling your upbringing was at least somewhat similar to my own, if not worse. Your father seems to pay you the same amount of care my mother gave me, which is to say nothing unless you are their perfect doll.”

“I don’t know what you could possibly be-”

“Don’t lie, it doesn’t suit you.” Sirius glared at her, arms crossed. “Besides, you can give everyone else the whole “He cares for me, just in a different way” b.s. like you gave Molly, but it won’t work on me. I tried that too, now I realize how bloody wrong I was.”

“Sirius, we came to talk, not to therapise,” Remus warned, putting his hand on Sirius’s chest. “How about we start small, like cornish pixie small?” he glanced at (y/n) almost asking her for permission.

“Right, apologies.” Sirius took a deep breath. “Let’s just start small, right?” Remus dropped his hand and turned back to (y/n).

“I don’t see what actual choice I have,” (Y/n) sat down on top of her sleeping bag, bringing her knees to her chest. “What’s the rules then?”

“No rules, just talk.” Remus once again said, conjuring up some wooden chairs. “Would you like a chair as well, or are you okay there?”

“I’m fine.” (Y/n) watched as the two men sat down. “So, what would you like to talk about? The weather? To me, it seems the same every day to me.”

“Funny,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “But, to be completely honest I haven’t a clue.”

“What’s your favorite color?” Remus asks. “I prefer blue myself.”

“I like gold a lot,” Sirius mutters, still seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “It’s one of the few colors I can see both in my animagus form and human form.”

“It may seem cliche, but I like green.” (Y/n) admits after sitting in silence for a moment. “Not any green though, I enjoy deep greens, phthalo green is a good one, and so is forest green, and juniper.”

“You seem to know quite a bit about different shades of greens, is there any particular reason?” Sirius asked, sitting up more in his chair.

“Not really, it just comes in handy when it comes to potions and herbology.” she shrugged. The three of them were silent for a moment. “So, did either of you ever, um, I don’t know, did either of you ever find a way to sneak into the headmaster’s quarters? Because I did, plenty of times.”

“And you never tried to kill him for your dad?” Sirius seemed confused. “I feel like if you wanted his approval as bad as you seem to, you would’ve, well you know.”

“Answer my question first and then I’ll answer yours.” (Y/n) responded. “Have either of you snuck into Dumbledore’s quarters?”

“I, well, I tried to once, but not while I was still at the school,” Sirius smiled to himself. “It was after I escaped prison. I snuck into the castle looking for Peter and saw a rat head that way. Turned out to be a normal rat.”

“I never really even thought of the idea. I mean, he’s someone I imagine has a lot of security and spells cast around him to protect him from that sort of thing.” Remus admitted. “Your turn, answer Sirius’s question.”

“No, I never tried to kill him.” (Y/n) smirks. “The idea is quite intriguing though. Could you imagine how funny it’d be, if the daughter of the all and powerful Dark Lord, age 13, manages to murder the one person he fears above all else? Besides I liked school.”

“Why did you sneak in then?” Remus prodded, leaning forwards, studying her as she toyed with her fingers. “If not to kill Dumbledore, why bother?”

“To be completely and totally honest? I wanted to be the best at potions, and Dumbledore just so happened to be very close friends with a certain Nicholas Flammel. In order to be able to make a Philosopher’s Stone one would have to excel in both alchemy and potion-making.” she stood up, leaning against the wall. “He had a portrait of him in there, I would sneak in, ask him a million and one questions about potions, and then by the next time I came back I had tested and confirmed what he told me. I took great joy in Snape watching me get better at his own craft than he was.”

Sirius let out a gruff chuckle, which soon became a hollering laugh. Even Remus couldn’t contain himself, joining in with his own chorus of giggles. (Y/n) didn’t quite understand what was so funny, but watching the two of them laugh as hard as they were made her let out a giggle or two. The three of them talked, just talked for a time.

When the knock came at the door (y/n) stiffened, eyeing Sirius as he opened it. Much to her relief, it was Mrs. Weasley bringing dinner along with a small pillow. Sirius thanked her, taking the food from her arms and holding it out to (y/n), offering it to her. She cautiously took it, careful to not get too close as she retreated to her corner of the cell. Mrs. Weasley smiled and held up the pillow.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than what Alastor was giving you.” The older woman set it next to the door. “Whenever you’re ready for it you can grab it. No rush, dear.”

(Y/n) nodded, whispering a small thank you under her breath as Mrs.Weasley left. The soup and bread she had been given more than filled her up. Remus and Sirius continued talking to one another as she ate, everyone now slightly more comfortable with each other.

“I have to admit, she makes good food. Great food actually, Mrs. Malfoy has never been adept in the kitchen department, nor has anyone she’s hired either.” (Y/n) told them, licking the sides of the bowl as she finished her soup. “And as enjoyable as this has been today, I do have a serious question to pose.”

“What question?” Remus asked, stiffening in his seat. Sirius’s eyes seemed to darken as he looked at her as if he was ready to pounce if needed.

“Well, if I’m not to be tortured or forced to divulge any information, what do you expect to do with me then?” setting down the bowl she met their eyes. “You can’t possibly keep me in here forever, but you also can’t just let me out of here either. Which leaves very little option other than killing me or me somehow escaping and taking as many of you with me as I can.”

The men look both shocked and hurt, perhaps a dash of anger in Sirius’s eyes. Neither of them says a thing as they stand up and walk towards the door. (Y/n) smiles at them, pushing their now empty plate and bowl towards them.

“It’s only a matter of time as to which happens first. Personally, I’ve accepted dying in here. No resources will be wasted on a rescue for me, nor will there be anyone to mourn me. I suggest you make the decision soon before I find a way to slaughter the lot of you in your sleep.” she threatens, meeting Remus’s gaze. “Because you were right, Dumbledore does have plenty of security in his quarters, much more so than the barrier spells that get weaker day by day in here.”

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘰}~~

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Celestial Beings

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

Characters- Alastor Moody, Molly Weasley, Reader

Summary- It's an introduction to our Reader's situation, laying the groundwork for the rest of the story. Don't worry, Remus and Sirius will be in the next chapter.

Word Count- 1,342

Warnings- None really for this chapter, slight mention of torture

Confusion is the first thing (y/n) felt. Then it was the raging headache and the pain in her lower abdomen. She opened her eyes, only to be met with more darkness, the sound of dripping water echoing throughout whatever room she was in. (Y/n) was not sure of how she got here, or even as to where “here” is.

The last thing (y/n) remembered was sneaking out of Borgin and Burke’s while everyone else was distracted. Just needing a bit of fresh air. Then, right as she shut the door and rounded the corner, there was a flash of color and the world went dark.

Suddenly the old iron door swung open with enough force to make the cement wall behind it crumble ever so slightly. Light followed soon after, the person who had entered silently casting Lumos. (Y/n) squinted, trying to grow accustomed to the now very bright room, shielding her eyes with her arm.

“You’re up,” grunted the man. “Finally we can talk.”

(Y/n) stayed silent, taking the opportunity to survey the room they were in. Room was too nice of a word, it was more like a cubby. The walls and floors seemed to be either stone or concrete, cracks covered the one farthest from the door. In one of the corners was a sleeping bag with an old ratty blanket.

“Are you listening to me?” Barked the old man. “If not I suggest you start, otherwise this will begin to be quite unpleasant for you.”

“I’m sorry, but was that a threat or a promise?” (Y/n) taunted. “Because either way I don’t care.”

“Are you sure about that? I don’t think you quite grasp the situation here. I’m very willing to do whatever I must to gather information out of you, regardless of my own morals and emotions.” He lowered his wand, just enough so (y/n) could see his face.

(Y/n) recognized him instantly, and it must have shown on her face due to his chuckle. His eye, or rather the prosthetic he had for his eye, gave him away instantly. This wasn’t one of Lucius’s loyalty tests, nor was it someone who she could easily run from. This was Mad-eye Moody, an Auror known for going to extremes to get what he needs.

“Now, perhaps you need some time to think on my offer, after all, I hit you with a very strong stunning spell. Who knows,” Moody shrugged. “Maybe some more time in the dark will be just what you need to get your thoughts together. I’ll come back tomorrow, hopefully, your stance will have changed by then.”

“I highly doubt it.” (Y/n) sneered. “After all, if you are my captor, that gives me all the more reason to stay quiet.”

Moody put out his light and shut the door, leaving (y/n) in complete darkness yet again. She slowly felt her way across the floor, finding the sleeping bag and blanket. She sat, cross-legged on the sleeping bag, pulling the blanket onto her lap.

“Is this a test?” She thought to herself. “Could he be secretly under a curse? Or maybe he’s been in on it from the beginning, plenty of death eaters are on the other side as spies, some with deeper covers than others.”

(Y/n)‘s eyes started to adjust, it wasn’t pure darkness but there wasn’t any true light source either. She could faintly make out the barrier spells on the walls, and more importantly the door. The pale blue shade helping give the room a form, like seeing on a grid, with no detail just the dimensions. She ran her hand across the wall, watching the spell turn into darker hues the closer she got.

Sighing she rested her head against the cool wall, closing her eyes. “Test or not, I hate this place. I can’t even tell how long it’s been since I woke up, let alone since Borgin’s.”

It seemed to be an eternity before the door opened once more, this time a woman holding a lantern entered. She was red-headed, a little plump, and had the faintest of smiles on her face. She looked (y/n) up and down, and the smile slowly disappeared, instead replaced with pursed lips.

“Dear, did they not give you a change of clothes? Or at least a pillow?” The woman tutted. “Well, can I interest you in some stew? Just made some for dinner, and figured you might be a bit starving as well.”

“Wait, I’ve seen her before, she isn’t a Death Eater. This can’t be a test, not unless the Weasleys have suddenly changed their opinions.” (Y/n) backed farther away, causing the Weasley woman to frown.

“I promise it isn’t poisoned. Might be a bit cooled off by now, but still enough to be edible.” The woman reached behind the door, bringing out a small wooden bowl and setting it on the ground. “Here, I’ll take a bite first to prove it.”

“I’m not hungry.” (Y/n)‘s stomach however believed otherwise, grumbling in betrayal as she spoke.

“I’ll just leave it here, in case you find yourself hungry later.” The Weasley woman said, backing out of the doorway. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you some light and a change of clothes. Moody seems to think the only way to go against someone is to behave the same way they would.”

(Y/n) sat there and waited for the door to shut and the light from under it to fade. As soon as she was back in the dark she snuck forwards towards the bowl. Very carefully and very slowly she searched the floor for it. Grasping the bowl with both hands she started eating ravenously.

Gently placing the bowl back in front of the door, she stood up, stretching her legs out. Wiping the sides of her mouth with the back of her sleeves she chuckled. The stew was better than anything Narcissa ever had someone else make. Feeling along the walls, (y/n) started walking in circles, watching the colors grow and fade as she moved her hand along the barriers.

After concluding there were no weaknesses, (y/n) found her way back to the makeshift bed. She had found where the dripping was coming from, it was on the wall left of the door, almost perfectly nestled into a crack in the corner. She wrapped the blanket around herself, opting to fall asleep rather than await another visit while staring at the nothingness of her room.

When (y/n) woke up for what seemed to be the 100th time, nothing new or changed in the cell. The blanket was still scratchy, there was no light, and her bones ached. She felt around, finding a small bit of concrete, and threw it towards the door. Just as it reached the barrier the door opened, filling the room with blinding light once more.

“You know, a heads up would be nice.” (Y/n) groaned, squinting towards the door and watching Moody enter in. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Have you had ample time to decide?” Moody ignored her remarks, shutting the door behind him and hanging the lamp on a small hook next to him. “It would be much easier on you if you just answered my questions without a fight. Otherwise, well, I’m sure you’re familiar with all the different ways to get people to reveal their secrets.”

“Go ahead, what’s really going to happen,” (Y/n) stood up and stretched. “It won’t matter if I tell you the truth or not, you’ll never fully believe I’m being honest. It’s okay, it’s not like I plan on telling you anything anyways. What would be the point if I know you won’t believe me?”

“I had a feeling that’s how this was going to go,” Moody pointed his wand at (y/n). “Just remember, I gave you an out.”

“No you really didn’t.” (Y/n) thought to herself as Moody cast the first Cruciatous Curse of many.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦}~~

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