“Ms L/N, I have an inquiry and would like to be let in.” He gave 'that’ look with his sparkling eyes.
Oh, but you knew that look all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you played a prank on Barty Crouch Jr. and he wanted information out of you.
“No. Say it now” you were not budging this time.
No one ever spoke to the old Professor that way and it was clear to see. He looked slightly alarmed but gathered his usual composure quickly.
“I want you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts Position and Hogwarts.” He still gave you his warm attitude.
You took several moments.
You had all this success and Fame… Why should you leave a relationship? The relationship in which for a fact you knew he was sleeping with other women… But your career, where most of your job was done because you did such a good job at your job… The Dog… That you were thinking of getting.
'Why am I staying?’ You questioned.
“September First I’ll start I suppose. And I want a big office none of those shitty corner offices… And I want a higher pay than the rest of the” you stated your wants clearly to the professor.
“Done and Done… Professor L/N” He smiled.
“Thank you… Sir” you shook his hand and quickly shut the door. With your back leaning against the closed door… For the first time in eleven years, you began crying. You mourned for the eleven years you spent without your boys. The life you could have had.
After a good half, an hour of crying you composed yourself.
It was August 30th 1995. Albus was a little late with the offer you had to say. But… A little part of you was excited. Life was slowly getting better.
Your bag had been packed for years now. That should have been the first sign to leave. But you were scared like always. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriend saying your goodbye and telling him how to sort all your affairs.
You left the apartment you have had for a decade. A decade of wasted useless memories… If you could even call them that.
The Leaky Cauldron is where you decided to reside. It was where you spent a lot of your teenage years with your ex-boyfriends.
Tom the owner recognised you immediately not for your fame but from when you were younger. It was a nice refresher.
Unfortunately the Jet Lag really got to you and you ended up sleeping for 36 hours. You were late for the grand feast at Hogwarts.
The feast started at 7:00 pm it was now 7:15 pm.
“Shit. Shit. Shit” you began quickly getting dressed and putting on your make-up with very useful enchantments.
You quickly grabbed your two suitcases and ran down the rickety old stairs.
“Bye Ms L/N” Tom the Owner gave you his famous welcoming smile.
“Nice seeing you Tom” you waved goodbye and quickly hopped into the fireplace and floo* away.
You arrived just outside the great hall where Filch was with his scrawny little cat.
'That Thing is still alive" You thought.
“Hey Filch” you gave him you cheeky grin.
“No, Not you it’s bad enough with the others” He snapped.
“Others?” You mumbled to yourself.
“Anyways, would you kindly take my luggage up to my room” You gave him a darling smile “and if you even try to open it will bite”
He grumbled and snatched the two cases off you.
You began making your way to the entranceway to the great hall when you heard a distant 'ouch’ from Filch. You chuckled to yourself knowing you still got it.
The doors were closed meaning you were going to have to make a dramatic entrance and not a quiet one like you hoped. You quickly took out your wand and swung the doors open with power.
The students and staff were greeted with an enormity of wind from the doors and you.
You made your way in boots clicking on the floor.
The hall was silent all eyes were on you.
Then there was a “HOLY FUCK THAT’S Y/N L/N THE AUROR” and the hall erupted into chatter.
Then you saw them. Remus, James and Sirius. Looking at you with mixed emotions of Shook, Anger and Sadness.
You greeted Dumbledore and he showed you your seat right beside Hagrid and… Remus.
’Fuck’
You promptly sat down not even acknowledging the werewolf beside you who was staring at you with all his might.
The chattering was still going on to which Dumbledore shouted 'SILENCE’.
Boom. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Now, Professor L/N is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher so I think we should give her a proper welcome”
The whole hall erupted into applause but you didn’t stand up. You were used to standing ovations this was nothing you were not really bothered.
The clapping quietened down and everyone went back to their meals.
Hagrid made light conversation with you and offered you food around five times but you could!’t eat you felt sick with them around.
They all took turns glaring daggers at you.
You just remained staring at your lap the whole time.
“Erm Y/N-” Remus’ soft voice started.
You quickly got up from your chair,
“I think I am going to retire for the night, Goodnight Professor Hagrid” he nodded to you with a concerned smile and you quickly got up and left the room.
It was the next day and you started your first lesson with First Years. They were all scared and new so it was easy to get things done and it was a quiet class. Next was a set of Fifth Years in which you threatened maybe too harshly so they were quiet for the rest of the lesson.
Now it was third years.
They were all filing in and about to sit down.
“Don’t sit down” you said flatly.
“Assort yourself Alphabetically statting with A’s at the front”. It took about three minutes for everyone to get into their seats which took a bit of shouting from you to get them to move faster.
You then went through the role.
“Pansy Parkinson”. “ Here, Professor”
“Parvarti Patil” “Here”
“Harry…”
'What the actual Fuck… THEY PROCREATED’ Your mind was racing.
There it read 'Potter-Lupin-Black’. This was going to be shit.
“Harry Potter-Lupin-Black” you repeated stiffly.
“H-here Professor” “Don’t Stutter. It lets your opponents know you’re scared” you gave him 'the look’.
He gulped and looked down.
You got on with the role and class began.
“So, what defensive spells do you know?” You asked.
No one put their hand up.
“Did you learn anything in the past 2 years?” You snapped in and the students all jumped.
A girl with curly brown hair put her hand up.
“Yes?” You questioned.
“Eh s-stu-”
“Don’t stutter” you cut her off.
She quickly composed herself not looking you in the eye.
“Stupify,” she said more confidently.
“Name?”
“Hermione Granger,” she said quickly still refusing to look you in the eye.
“Next?” You questioned.
Then the one you knew to be Harry put up his hand. There was no questioning that he was James’ son, He looked almost identical… Except for the eyes. You have seen them somewhere but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Go”
“The disarming spell,” he said proudly.
“And it’s name?” You questioned.
“Expelliarmus”
“Okay, any others?” You quickly moved off from him.
No one out their hand up.
“Are you serious? Does anyone know anything? Merlin’s saggy balls. Who was your teacher?” You wondered how they knew absolutely nothing.
“Eh… Professor Lockhart” a girl told you.
“That dumbass? No wonder?” You rolled your eyes.
“I think expelliarmus works quite well” Harry said.
“What?” You asked him
“It does is a really good spell… Do we need much more?” The boy questioned pathetically.
“Oh I’m sorry”
“What?” He asked looking confused.
“I’m sorry. Why don’t you get up here and teach the class? You seem to know quite a lot about disarming spells Mr Potter-Lupin-Black. I didn’t mean to impose on your magical ability.” You were harsh but it was necessary.
“I eh- erm”
“What did I say about stuttering?” You snapped “It seems the great Harry Potter-Lupin-Black thinks one can get through life by simply snatching someone’s wand! Believe me Harry there are much worse ways someone can threaten you without a wand. Ways your mindless brain couldn’t even comprehend. Do you think I got where I am today by simply disarming someone Potter?” You were now leaning over the poor boy giving him daggers.
“No… And it’s Potter-Lupin-Black” he looked down shamefully.
“It’s Potter in this class. And don’t you dare correct me again.” The class was in terror and the boy was shaking.
“Give me your wand Potter” you held your hand out to take it from him.
’“But prof-” he started to whine.
“Looks like your precious disarming spell might come in handy Potter. Give me the fucking wand” He quickly put the wand in your hand and you placed it on your desk
“You shall not get this back until you write a list of every defensive spell you can find in your textbook and library and write them all down with what their purpose is and the motion used. All of you will do it and it should be on my desk, next class” The class collectively groaned.
“Class is dismissed for the day” you waved them off.
“But professor the bell has not rung yet” the Granger girl said.
“I am the professor and what I say goes. Now, leave all of you!” You sort of shouted the kast bit and they all scattered out the class room.
It was dinner time but you decided to skip out and start writing. You were writing a book on all your best wizarding battles in America.
You were sitting at your desk with the dim candlelight shining on your face accentuating your featured and Suddenly your door burst open with the three men you knew more than yourself came in.
You didn’t look up and kept writing.
“Threatening Our Son now L N” James snarled.
“Would have been nice of you to knock” you smirked to yourself still not giving them your full attention.
“Oh cut the crap L/N, You’re not impressing anyone” Sirius’s infamous voice rang in your ears.
“Wasn’t trying to, I think I am enough for all my adoring fans” you finally looked up at them and gave them a cheeky grin.
They hadn’t changed much in eleven years.
The three men stood there looking very tall and assertive.
Most of Remus’ scars had faded there were just one or two new ones. You knew every single scar on his body since you used to kiss each one after a full moon. He had some dark eyebags which wasn’t surprising since the full moon was only 2 days away.
Sirius had grown a beard which made him look older, mature and sexier. His eyes were still the same mysterious grey colour that at times you couldn’t stop looking at them. They consumed you.
James was still buff from quidditch. His hair was no longer as messy and as unruly as you remembered. He still had a mischievous glint in his eyes and smile lines embedded in his face from his famous 'Potter Smirk’ as Marlene McKinnon used to refer to it.
“See you’re still sitting on your fat ego” James smirked.
“Oh don’t worry Potter, couldn’t nearly compare to yours. Looks like you still have two bitches kissing your ass every night” you smiled which seemed to infuriate the three men more.
“Give me Harry’s wand” Remus spoke up in an angered tone.
“Oh no the big bad wolf is mad. Oh Please Remus don’t blow my house down after all I’m just an innocent little girl” you teased.
Sirius looked like he was about to pounce.
“Easy there mutt don’t want to go barking up the wrong tree, do we?” You were having the time of your life.
“We are all adults we can remain civil” James tried to calm the room.
“Not to worry Jamsie I won’t do nothing… Just having a little fun”
“Seemed to be having a lot of fun being a bitter bitch to my son? Jealous L/N” Sirius questioned.
“Your son can’t even rub two brain cells together to come up with a better spell than expelliarmus” you snorted.
“Typical L/N ignoring the question. I asked if you were jealous? Huh L/N. Oh I get it she’s scared again” You quickly pulled your wand out and pointed it right at him.
James and Remus quickly pulled out their’s.
“Say it fucking again Black. I dare you. I could do things that not even Grindlewald could fathom” you seethed.
“Look at you again. Putting up all these walls cause your scared. You act all tough with your top Auror position but deep down you are a scared little Bitch” He smirked.
“And you don’t fo the same thing Black? Hows Mummy?” You snarled.
“Okay, what crawled up your bitter arse and died?” He shouted.
“YOUR FUCKING CHILD” you screamed back and immediately realised what you said and clamped your hand over your mouth and gasped.
You couldn’t believe what you just said.
The room went deadly silent.
It was terrifying.
Then there was a burst of laughter from Remus.
Followed by the two other men.
You started laughing as well.
For the first time in years, you had a proper laugh.
The laughing went on for a good minute until it died down to a few chuckles. You were all wiping the tears from your eyes.
“Fucking hell” James sighed still laughing a little.
The room was in comfortable silence for a few moments.
“You are right” you admitted.
“What?” They all questioned at the same time.
“I am scared. I’ve been scared for the last thirteen years. I was scared for a child… Then I left and was scared to leave my stupid boyfriend and I am scared to face you.” You hated to admit it but ur was true.
“I’m sorry. Truly I am I don’t regret what I did though. I don’t want children. Never have and never will. I do regret leaving you though. But then at the same time, I don’t because I think you could have fought harder to find me. But you didn’t” you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
“It was better that you left anyways” Sirius said.
You knew what he was going to say the one thing you didn’t want to them to say but it was gojng to happen.
“We were cheating on you” There it was.
Deep down you knew it all along.
“How is Lily doing?” You asked. It was Lily it had always been Lily. They loved her first and she would always be first. The girl with emerald green eyes and flaming red hair. They told you not to worry about her but you knew and you were right. No matter who you were you would always be the second choice. Because why choose Y/N L/N when they can have Lily Evans.
“How di-”
“Wha-”
“This was a mistake” you stood up from your desk and walked to your room. You grabbed your suitcases not been unpacked yet. And grabbed your book from the desk.
“Tell Dumbledore I am sorry but something else came up” you stated flatley.
“Y/N-” Remus started but you cut him off.
“I refuse to be second choice again not with you or this job. He wanted you first and you refused… For the first time in my life, I’m not going to be second… Goodbye, My Loves, I’m sorry” With that you stepped into the fireplace and vanished in the flames.
Harry came into the Potter-Lupin-Black household holding a book in his hand.
“Hey Look what I found in the Muggle Book shop” Harry came in and showed his three fathers.
It was a light lilac book, average size with gold accents.
On the cover, it read 'to my first choice, from your second - Y/N L/N’
I’M BACK LOVES!!!
sorry I went M.I.A. I am studying A lot because I have a Big Exam in June so yk. Also, I’m a lazy Bitch. Anyways you can now stop your enquiring about when will Part Two be out. It’s here now also on April Fool’s Day it’s not a joke though I promise. Also Happy Birthday to the Weasley Twins who are both very alive and well. Sorry for the like Year-long wait.
Summary: When Draco Malfoy starts replying to your heart filled words with snarky comments, you somehow end up tearing the whole room apart while white feathers flutter around in your faces.
Note: based on the song ‘Sometimes by Ariana Grande’ I RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING :)
“Lets be honest, this is so unusual,” i muttered as I sat between Draco’s legs, his hands weaving through my hair as I slumped deeper against his hard core. “What’s so unusual?” He questioned his fingers now playfully braiding my hair. Pausing for a quick second, i shuffle under him, flipping myself over as I sit opposite him, legs crossed while I gaze straight into his magnetic, alluring eyes.
“I mean- never in a thousand years did I ever think that allmy emotions would be all ‘cause of you,” I elaborated as a small smile curved from the corner of his lips cheekily. “Well your not wrong,”.
What was that supposed to mean?. “I mean there’s so many other clever, smart and beautiful girls out there and well- here I am sat with you,” his voice dripping with what seemed like Sarcasm but at the same time it sounded like he was taunting me. Grabbing at the pillow beside me, I wrapped my arms around it, slightly huffing under my breathe.
“I’m not tempted, even if their beautiful,” I blurted almost quick enough to cut him off from his sentence. I started to sound like I was filled with jealousy but apart of me felt like he was just messing with my head or purposely trying to get on my nerves. “No honestly Draco- I’ve never thought of letting go- I don’t know where I would be without you,” my voice more serious as my hand immediately flew to his wrist, my breathing hitching as I confessed something that had been eating me alive. I’d never seen a future with someone than this immensely gorgeous and loyal, platinum blonde haired boy and I don’t think I’d ever have wanted too either.
“You’d probably end up being very lonely,” he spluttered, making my heart twist as my body started to tense up. He was either being really straightforward or he was just being snarky. Classic Draco Malfoy. Pursing my lips into a fine line, my hand slowly withdrew from him, climbing out of his already made bed, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Desperately clutching onto his soft pillow, my eyes started to well up, my gaze now fixed on the shiny floor beneath me.
Rapidly blinking away my tears, I could hear Him breaking out into a giggle which soon
Distorted into a hysterical sort of laugh, his body falling backwards into a pile of pillows as he seemed to have kicked back and tried to relax. Another trailing whisper of his faint giggle escaped his lips while his eyes wrinkled up and a wide grin plastered his mouth.
A feeling of anger washed over me as i hurled my pillow directly into Malfoy’s direction, a look of frustration smothering my face as his grin drooped. “Are you taking the mickey Malfoy?” I spat as a tear drop slides down my cheek. Springing from the mattress of his bed almost instantly, he made his way around to me, clasping his hands around my body as he pulled me into his chest. “Y/n you know I was only kidding right? I didn’t mean any of that stuff that I said,” he explained, his words becoming muffled as he planted soft kisses onto the top of my head.
Grabbing at my hands, he pulled me down, making me sit on the soft sheets of his bed as his finger lifted my chin up so that I could look straight into his apologetic eyes. “Neither did I ever think that all of my emotions would be because of you.. and no.. your the only girl in Hogwarts who has both the beauty and the brains. I don’t think I’d ever seen a future with someone other than you,” he confessed as he wiped at my tears, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Your such a baby,” he mumbled, his mouth breaking out into a smile as I narrowed my eyes. “In what way do you mean that?” I asked eagerly, a grin showing up at the surface of my mouth as his gaze fixated on my iridescent features. Ever so sneakily, my fingers slithered towards the pillow that I previously threw at him, fingertips barely away from it. Fisting at the pillow, I brought it up between the two of us as I playfully smacked him across the head.
“Aw! What was that for?” He mentioned as he pouted like a lost puppy. “Payback,” I giggled as one of his brows lifted and his head cocked to the side. “Oh your on!”
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Pillow fights normally end up with a shit ton of pearly, white feathers flying across the room while the bed was was rearranged in a messy manner, bed sheets hanging onto the mattress for dear life as we fell back onto the bed, our heads softly hitting the material while laughters of pure bliss escaped our throats, our hands intertwining as we looked at the ceiling above, panting breathlessly as we laid against one another just like two peas in a pod. “You know I’ve never thought of leaving you,” he whispered when his breathing returned back to normal. “Not even sometimes,”
You were greeted by a grinning Ron in the kitchen.
“I see your mood has changed,” you noted, gratefully taking the buttered toast he was offering you as you heard your stomach rubble loudly.
He nodded. “Fred and George talked to me,” he stated.
A bolt of terror ran up your spine. Talked to him? Talked to him about what? Surely they didn’t tell Ron how you felt about him? You knew they were pushing you towards confessing, but you never thought they would betray you like that.
“Oh?” you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral. You took a big bite of toast and chewed to keep your mind off of Ron’s next words, and your impending feeling of doom.
Ron nodded, his smile returning. “They said I can use the best Cleansweep Five we’ve got. Thank Merlin too, all our other brooms give me splinters.”
Relief washed over you like a great tide. They hadn’t ratted you out after all. You felt a twinge of guilt from believing the twins would go behind your back like that, you knew they wouldn’t.
After you finished your breakfast, you headed out to the field behind The Burrow. You were greeted by the sight of quidditch balls already laid out, goalposts standing ready, and redheaded boys fighting over brooms. Hermione and Ginny chatted pleasantly with one another to the side.
You walked over to them and offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry I was so uptight upstairs,” you said.
Ginny waved you off with the flick of a wrist, “We understand. Although we were quite hopeful seeing you in Ron’s bed,” she added with a wink.
Hermione gave you a hug with one arm and whispered, “We expect to hear all the details later.” You laughed, happy to have your girls back, and followed them to the others.
“I called this one!”
“No you didn’t, you great git, I did!”
“Yeah right, get your own!”
Laughing at the twins’ argument, you grabbed the shabbiest looking broom in the pile. It was no secret that you were the best Chaser on your house team so you thought taking the worst broom was a fair way to even out the match. Also, you weren’t in in the mood to fight tooth and nail with a ginger about a broomstick.
After the broomsticks were distributed to each player, George still grumbling about Fred taking his broom, the teams were determined. On one side: Fred, George, Ron, and Harry. On the other: you, Hermione, and Ginny. You were the chaser, Ginny the beater, and Hermione the Keeper. Much to Harry’s dismay, the group had opted out of the need of the seeker role and Snitch. Instead, you would just be playing to see how many points you could score through the goals.
“Shirts vs skins!” Fred and George shouted. “Isn’t that what the muggles do to keep track of their teammates, Harry?” They asked him, already yanking their shirts off their backs.
“I suppose,” Harry said, following their action.
You laughed, “Yeah, except nobody ever offers to be the skins.”
“Well if they looked as good as I do, they would,” Fred replied confidently, earning giggles from you and Hermione. Ginny, however, scoffed at his words.
You were so busy talking to Fred that when you turned your head, you noticed Ron had already taken his shirt off. Maybe you were imagining it, but you felt his gaze flick quickly to yours and then both of your cheeks reddening instantly. This had been the second time in 24 hours that you had seen your best friend with his shirt off and it still made your heart skip a beat and your head feel dizzy. Hopefully you could keep your eyes on the Quidditch match instead of him.
Before you knew it, the match had started.
You had grabbed the Quaffle once it was in the air, and were rushing towards the other team’s goalposts. You noticed your broom was a lot slower than yours at home, drifting slightly to the right as you propelled yourself forward, but that didn’t impede your skills at all. In fact, before long, the score was 50-10.
“That’s rubbish!” Harry shouted as you scored yet another goal. He was really getting into the spirit of Quidditch.
“The only thing that’s rubbish is your flying!” Ginny countered back with a wicked smirk.
Being here with your friends, playing Quidditch outside under the sun, wind whipping through your hair- it was everything you wished for and more. You recalled sitting all alone in the great big empty house of yours, your mind would often wander to wishing for something like this. A sense of community, friendship, and family. Right now, you couldn’t be happier.
“y/n, look out!”
You heard it too late. By the time your head turned in the direction of Ginny’s voice, the Weasley’s battered old bludger from their home Quidditch set had smacked into the side of your head. Falling from your broomstick, you really wished you hadn’t forgone the helmet offered to you before the match began.
The match abruptly ended as you hit the ground with a thud. Admittedly, you weren’t flying that high up, but the fall still stung. You felt a large welt on your forehead, and as you touched above your left eyebrow you were surprised to see blood.
“Ow,” you commented.
The first person to reach you was Ron, looking pale with worry.
“Y/n! Are you alright?” He asked, his voice quivering as his eyes flicked between your eyes and bloodied forehead.
You nodded, but the effort in doing so made you dizzy. You swayed a little from where you sat, and Ron wrapped a protective arm around your back to steady you. Despite being on the precipice of passing out, Ron’s palm being pressed flatly to your lower back made butterflies erupt in your stomach. So now you had that making your head spin too.
Concerned blue eyes stared intently at you and you tried your best to not notice how close Ron’s bare chest was to you. He was breathing heavily from the game and despite being sweaty from the heat, he still smelled like cinnamon and apples. His red hair was tousled from the wind and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and run your fingers through it.
“I’m alright, just a little fall,” you said, struggling to your feet. Ron kept his arm wrapped tightly around you to keep you from toppling over.
“Alright there, y/n?” Harry asked as the others came to join you. “I didn’t mean to hit that blunger so hard, I’m sorry.”
You waved him off with your hand. “S'all right, I’ve suffered from worst during Quidditch,” you replied. And it was true. Last year, you had broken your arm three times during the Quidditch season. Madame Pomfrey welcomed you as a regular visitor in the Hospital Wing. You had even managed to become quite good friends with her.
After a quick survey of the group, it was obvious everyone was beaten and tired. Two hours of Quidditch can do that to a person.
“I’ll take her upstairs and clean her cut. Will you lot make lunch? Or ask Mum too?” Ron asked. You were surprised by his taking charge, usually he was one to sit back and let Hermione make all the plans.
Everyone nodded and then embarked back to The Burrow.
“Despite my fall, we were winning,” you proclaimed as you entered the house. You, Hermione, and Ginny shared a satisfying smile at your victory.
“I call a rematch for tomorrow,” Harry insisted as he followed the twins into the kitchen.
Ron led you upstairs, his hand still planted firmly on your back, as you walked up the countless steps. After a couple levels, you had reached the tiny bathroom all the Weasley’s shared.
You entered it, followed by Ron. It was quite a tight fit. With both of you standing in it, backs facing the wall, your chests were almost pressed against one another. Ron still hadn’t put his shirt back on. You tried your best not to notice this fact.
He stepped closer to you, and your heart started beating so fast you felt there was a hummingbird trapped in your ribcage rather than an organ. Ron wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up, and set you on the bathroom counter. You blushed at the ease in which he did this. He really was quite strong. You remembered back in second year when he could barely push open the heavy common room door, now here he was lifting you onto counters as if you weighed nothing.
Ron searched above you in the mirror cabinet for some bandaids and ointment for your head. You waited patiently, taking advantage of his distracted attention to stare at him. He really looked good. He was biting his lip in concentration as he read different bottles to find the correct medicine, and his eyebrows were knitted together. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face and his freckles looked like constellations on his skin. In that moment, you swore he was the most handsome wizard you ever saw.
“Got it,” he said, his deep voice snapping you out of your fantasy. “Mum used to put this on our scrapes when we were little. It might sting a bit,” he warned you.
You nodded and shut your eyes as Ron wet a rag and turned to you. You felt him lean closer. Cinnamon and apple. His smell was intoxicating.
Ron lighted brushed your hair behind your ear. With a wet cloth, he dabbed the blood away. His touch felt so soft and gentle that you fought the urge to sigh and melt right into the arms. But that feeling quickly subsided as a new sensation of an intense burning reached your cut.
“Ow,” you muttered through gritted teeth as he continued applying the ointment.
“I know, sorry,” he replied, still concentrating.
You opened your eyes to sneak a glance at him. He was so close to you that if you moved forward a little bit, your noses would be touching. You snapped your eyes shut again, afraid that if you kept them open for a second longer, you wouldn’t be able to restrain yourself anymore. You were certain you would kiss him if he stayed that close to you.
The feeling of a dry fabric being pressed to your head brought you out of your thoughts as the stinging subsided. The bandaid Ron pressed gently to your forehead seemed to help because you didn’t feel dizzy anymore. Magic, it was great at healing.
Taking in a deep breath, you opened your eyes. Ron was still standing so close to you, both of his arms resting against the counter on either side of you. His eyes immediately met yours and you could swear that every sound in the world went quiet. The temperature in the bathroom seemed to increase as you were so close to one another. You couldn’t help yourself, your eyes slipped from his blue eyes to his lips. Merlin, you wanted to kiss him so badly.
Looking back up, you saw his gaze was focused on your mouth as well. His eyes met yours once again. Was he leaning in? He definitely looked like he was getting closer. Is this really happening?
“Lunch is ready!” Ginny’s voice traveled from downstairs to the bathroom like a shrill bullhorn. You felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured onto your head, that’s how quickly you jolted from the dream-like trance you were in.
Ron cleared his throat awkwardly, moving backwards to give you more space. The absence of his proximity made you feel colder, and you wished Ginny had called you a minute later.
“Shall we?” He asked, offering you a hand as you climbed down from the counter.
“Yeah, I’m starving,” you replied as you exited the bathroom and made your way downstairs. But you were more than just hungry for lunch. You had a hunger for whatever atmosphere donned upon you and Ron in that tiny bathroom. You were hungry for that feeling of being the only two in the world. It was in that moment that you realized how strongly you felt about Ron. How strongly you felt about your best friend. It was there, atop the rickety steps of The Burrow, that you vowed that this summer was the one where you would tell Ron Weasley that you were in love with him.
pulled apart seires ~ everyone is lost in the world as the man soon to be called the dark lord rises to power. your parents are already ready to give their life along with your own for this man. you spend your seventh year in gogwarts being pulled apart by the expectations for you and the hope placed in you by your childhood friend sirius and his closest companions. (regulus, sirius, james and remus x reader) ~ incomplete
james potter:
strawberries*~ being a waitress at a high-end restaurant was exhausting, the new line cook seems to make things just a little better though. fluff
best not to cry over spilled milk* ~ being the black house’s heir means you brother hates you. at least his best friend doesn’t. angst
minnie’s daughter* ~ when james finds out his favorite proffesser has a daughter he can’t seem to keep her form his head. fluff
then kiss me again ~ james is just about the worst project partner especially when hes staring at lily all the time, something that makes you want to throw up. fluff
your dog ~ you were sure that sirius had never really liked you, even with all the flirting he did. But when he gets stuck as a dog and ends up in your bed, things might change ~ fluff
magnolia*- royal AU sirius is a prince and your a baker girl who sneaks into his garden part 1-fluff w/ angst ending part 2-angstyishpart 3-final part
i wish- you’re sirius’ girlfriend, but james is pretty sure hes in love with you. angst
heartbeat* (completed) ~ sirius plays a game with a few others to see who can sleep with you first: part 1-angstpart 2-angst w/ feelgoodending
three fatal words ~ sirius sucks at relationships and he lashes out at you when he realizes he loves you. angst w/ fluff ending
never forget ~ you finally your fiance again after 12 years of imprisonment for a crime he didnt commit. fluff
i don’t love ~ you don’t belive in love, you belive in lust and attraction. you’re a heartbreaker through and through, Sirius understands. angst w/ fluff ending
painted books ~ sirius ruins something important to you in a prank, and when he realizes it he tries to apologize. fluff
not so perfect sister* (completed) ~ being a potter is easy until your sorted into slytherin and treated like an outsider by your entire family, even when your brothers asshole friend is excepted: part 1part 2 angst w/ fluffy ending
remus lupin:
stupid dance, stupid teenagers ~ remus watches you form afar and his friends try to convince him to ask you to a dance he doesn’t even want to go to. fluff
deal ~ uou make a deal with lily and when she follows through your left having to confess. fluff
regulus black:
better~ being a muggleborn dating regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you. angst
lily evans:
sweater ~ Girls aren’t supposed to have crushes on other girls. so why they hell did you fall in love with your best friend? angst
worthless ~ you dont like being called nothing, and you do a lot to prove people wrong. platonic
jelly slugs*~ you always end up almost dying with three people you seem to barley know but its not that bad when harry potter always seems to wake up next to you in the hospital wing. fluff
redbull ~ you get extra homework as punishment for fighting in class, harry suggests redbull to keep you up. crack fic
not yet ~ you go to meet harry’s parents when voldemort attacks. angst/fluff
draco malfoy:
thorns and roses* ~ hanahaki disease is caused by unrequainted love. symptoms can include: growth of throns and flowers in your stomach and lungs, excessive coughing, trouble breathing, vomiting, painful movements and in extreme cases death. angst w/ fluff ending
can’t forget, won’t forgive ~ you meet back up with draco at a party after the war and you still haven’t forgiven him. angst w/ fluff ending
we’ll leave this all behind ~ you were raised the same as draco, maybe you would be less lonely together. angst w/ fluff ending
drunken kisses ~ you and your friends went to the quidditch world cup with one goal; to get wasted. you also manage to catch the attention of one of your friends old classmates. fluff
i kissed you dumbass ~ you and draco flirt but it’s not like you would ever date him. right? fluff
boredom ~ the cure for your insufferable boredom happens to have blonde hair grey eyes and a name your family hates. angst
its never fair ~ you spent four months in draco’s basement, now your trapped in an elevator with him. fluff
drowning ~ draco decides to break up with you after he gets his tattoo, not knowing you have one too. angst w/ fluff ending
focus* ~ draco is forced to be your partner in potions becaue you suck at school despite being a ravenclaw. fluff
fine line ~ you hate draco malfoy but you know what they say, there’s a fine line between love and hate. fluff
fred weasley:
revenge ~ the twins help you get revenge on a boy you should have never even been with. fluff
just checking ~ you dont like fred weasley and his flirting got on your nerves but for some reason a room feels empty without him. fluff
games* ~ soulmate AU, the words first said to you by your soulmate are tattooed on your ankle. fred has lived with some unsavory ones his whole life. fluff
smelling sweet ~ you jump on fred’s back thinking it was someone else, and an awkward train ride follows. fluff
cedric diggory:
attention ~ you hate the attention you get because of your parents lives. the last thing you need is more from hogwart’s golden boy. fluff
pencil sketches* ~ you start getting drawings and find out who they’re from in a strange way. fluff
oliver wood:
kid ~ being the kid of puddlemore united means everyone treats him like one, even the girl he’s been in love since he met her. fluff
my baby boy ~ oliver hates to have to fight for his girlfriends attention with so many people. fluff
blaise zambini:
never have i ever ~ you’re draco’s ex and you probably shouldn’t be flirting with him and he really shouldn’t be flirting back. fluff
the colors of us ~ blaise meets a muggle in a cafe and doesn’t exspect to get so attached to her. fluff with a bit of angst
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader, mauraders era! Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:Language, slight bullying (?) Word Count:3,196
Y/N POV
“What does he want with me, though?” you hissed anxiously to Lily, adjusting your robes as you followed her. You’d never been invited to any ‘Slug Club’ events.
“Dunno, he’s alright, though. Little snobbish, but harmless,” she shrugged, leading the way.
“Maybe it has something to do with my gift,” you wondered aloud. “What if it has something to do with my gift?”
“I thought we were the only ones who knew about it?” Lily asked, turning to look at you with her bright, emerald eyes.
“Well, you, James, Sirius, Peter, Remus, McGonagall, and Dumbledore,” you said, frowning as you realized the number kept growing; you doubted how much longer you’d be able to keep it a secret.
“Maybe one of them let it slip? I mean, it’s not exactly an express secret, is it?” Lily asked.
“Not really. But if the whole school finds out I can push thoughts into people’s heads and potentially make them do things, well, I’d never get left alone,” you said. “And that’s the best-case scenario.”
“I suppose that’s true. We’re an understanding lot,” she grinned, turning to you as she slowed her pace.
“I’ll say; took in a psychic and a teenage werewolf. Maybe it isn’t compassion so much as it is a desperate need for adventure,” you teased.
“For Potter and Black? Undoubtedly a pathological need for adventure; me? Compassion, definitely compassion,” she teased back.
Stopping suddenly at a solid compartment door, she turned towards you and fluffed your hair.
“Alright, mum, thanks,” you sighed, swatting at her hands as they brushed your robes. Laughing at your comment, she pushed open the doors to expose a spacious compartment filled with about 8 people.
Groaning to yourself, your eyes first fell to Lucius Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Standing in the middle of them was Severus Snape, hair greasy as ever. His eyes followed Lily for a while until they met your icy glare.
“Malfoyand Snape?” you hissed, tugging on her robes, “I thought you said Slughorn was alright?”
“Lily! Hello, my dear!” Slughorn called jovially. At his words, every pair of eyes fell onto the two of you. “Oh, and I see you’ve brought the lovely, Y/N.”
“Hello,” you smiled sheepishly, not really sure what you were doing there.
“Well, now that we’re all here, shall we?” Slughorn said, gesturing to a round table with seats for all in the compartment.
Lily walked forward and chose a seat, you filled the one next to her. A Hufflepuff you recognized as Wendy Slinkhard sat next to you and gave you a small smile, which you returned.
“Have a good Holiday, Lucius?” Slughorn asked the blonde seated next to him.
“Excellent, Professor, excellent. My father sends his best,” he smiled graciously, his voice as oily as the hair of the boy next to him.
“Ah yes, Abraxas, good man,” Slughorn laughed, his belly falling up and down.
“Slimy git,” you whispered, causing a giggle to bubble from Lily’s lips. At your noise, Slughorn’s eyes fell to the two of you and broke into a great smile.
“Lily, Lily. Whispering again, are we?” he said, though there was no tone of scolding.
“Well, it’s just Malfoy mightget offended if I called him a slimy git to his face, sir.” Despite her words, she smiled serenely, and Slughorn let out a loud laugh.
“That he might, that he might,” he allowed, still laughing. Smugly, you turned to a highly annoyed Lucius and grinned.
“And you! Ms. Y/L/N! It’s a wonder we haven’t met yet,” Slughorn smiled, now turning to you.
“I’m in your Potions class, sir,” you said, slightly annoyed. Lucius and Theo snickered, and you shot them murderous glares.
“Ah, yes! I remember now, your Draught of Living Dead was almost as good as my two stars’!” he laughed, gesturing to Snape and Lily. “Sorry, so many students, you understand.”
“Almost,” you said, forcing a laugh out as Snape’s smug face swam before your own.
“You should see her charmwork, sir. She outdoes me every class,” Lily offered, smiling at you. It was true; where Lily was truly gifted in Potions, your subject was Charms.
“Yes, I’ve been hearing great things about Y/N, lots of great things,” he smirked. Lowering his voice dramatically, he leaned forward as much as his massive figure would allow. “Some of which are truly incredible. Is it true?”
Sighing, you knew he was referring to your gift.
“So much for a secret,” you pushed to Lily, eyes falling to the Slytherins. She gave a sympathetic shrug.
“Yes, it’s true,” you pushed, looking into Slughorn’s black eyes. He let out a great rip of laughter, and everyone in the compartment looked incredibly confused except Lily.
“Sorry, sir. But is what true?” a Ravenclaw boy you knew to be named Holden said.
“Y/N here is truly gifted. More so, I daresay, than anyone in this room.” Slughorn complimented, looking at you with a special glint in his eye. Your bruised ego was soothed as the Slytherins glared at you from across the small table. “Y/N here holds a gift I’ve seen in any capacity only once before.”
In front of you, you saw Snape straighten his back, and his face lost what little color it ever held.
“How?” Lucius snapped, “Sir?” he added as Slughorn’s head snapped to him.
“This is how you slimy git. You can hear this, can’t you? Well, no one else can. See, I can put my thoughts right into that empty blonde head of yours–I mean, seriously, it feels especially spacious up here.” you pushed, smiling maliciously at the icy blonde as his eyes were stuck open in horror. “I could make you do whatever I want, if I pleased, been working on it. And when I say whatever I want, I mean whateverI want. I wouldn’t push it, Malfoy.”
Lucius was looking at you in horror, mouth fallen open. Unlocking your eyes, they fell to Snape, who wore a look of mild interest.
“Would you like a taste, Snivellus?” you sneered, peering into Snape’s black eyes. He looked shocked for a moment but quickly recovered back to his constant glare.
“Lovely, isn’t she?” Slughorn laughed, having no idea you just threatened the Slytherins in front of you with mind control.
“Lovely,” Snape sneered, still looking at you. “Tell me, wherever did you learn such a thing?”
His tone was condescending interest, but behind the facade, you could see his eyes burning with envy.
“Didn’t. Born with it. The first time I did it, I was still in diapers,” you shrugged, loving the way this answer seemed to infuriate him more.
“Fascinating,” Slughorn breathed, his massive figure pressed against the table in interest. His gut spilled over onto the table, and you vaguely wondered whether he had much feeling around his massive midriff.
The rest of the train ride was spent in the compartment with Slughorn as he gushed about both previous and current students. It wasn’t long before you all felt the train begin slowing down, causing Slughorn to trail off.
“Ah! She’s slowing now, it seems. Best be off to your compartments!” he said. “Snape, Malfoy, Nott, I’ll see you later tonight? To welcome all the young new Slytherins?”
“Certainly, sir,” Nott said, smiling his awful smile as the group of them slithered from the room.
“Lily, dear, whenever you’re passing! Same for you, Ms. Y/L/N!” he called as the two of you made to leave.
“If I ever make it down to that wretched dungeon,” Lily teased, causing another great rip of laughter from Slughorn.
“Come now! You know you love that Potions room!” Slughorn called into the hall from his room.
From the semi-crowded hallway, Lily allowed a soft laugh as everyone returned to their compartments. Though, you didn’t make it too far before you were halted by an incoming Ravenclaw.
“Oi, Evans!” a tall, blonde boy called, coming to rest by her side. “Good Holiday?”
“Alright. What do you want, Boot?” she sighed. The boy looked shocked at her bluntness, and you shook your head. Boys fawned after Lily almost as girls did after Sirius, yet Lily’s suitors had much, much less luck. You understood, of course, Lily was gorgeous with flaming locks of hair and the brightest green eyes you’ve ever seen–but after a while, it started doing things to one’s self-esteem.
“Just wondered if you fancied a Hogsmeade trip?” the boy asked, leaning against the wall, trying to recover.
“The first one’s not for weeks,” she said, looking confused.
“I know, though I just might go ahead and ask. You know, before anyone else does,” the boy said, smirking down at her.
“Oh!” she said, looking shocked. “Like a date?”
The boy seemed to be losing confidence as Lily spoke, and you bit your lip to keep from giggling.
“Er, yeah. Like a date, if you want,” the Ravenclaw said, eyes falling to the floor.
“Oh, er. I’m sorry. No,” she said, smiling apologetically.
“Why not?” the boy asked, affronted.
“Because I said so, you git,” she responded, getting angry.
“You haven’t got a reason! Can’t just turn down a man without reason. Not like you have a boyfriend or anything,” he pouted, sounding more and more childish as he spoke.
“I do have a reason: I don’t want to. Besides, maybe I have got a boyfriend,” she said maliciously, her red hair shaking down her back as she angrily crossed her arms.
“Where the hell are you going with this?” you asked, confused. Lily ignored you.
“Oh yeah? Where is he then?” the boy asked, taking a step closer.
He was bold; you’d give him that. Super creepy, but bold.
“He doesn’t have to be with me all the time for me to say no to you,” she fired up. “No means no, you prick.”
Grabbing your hand, she made to walk away, but the boy caught her by the elbow.
“James!” Lily suddenly called out, putting a scared tone in her voice. It was purposeful, you knew. She loved to tease James, always giving enough lead to get him on it, but neverquiteenough.
Not even a second later, you saw James’ messy-topped head poke out of the compartment down the hall. At the sight of her and a male in such close quarters, he reached you in seconds. James’ eyes locked on the Raveclaw’s grip on her arm, and upon notice, the boy dropped her like she was poison.
“Oi!” he called, a dark look coming over his face. At the sound of his friend, Sirius’ curls came poking out a second later. A grin came over his face as he saw the determination in James’ step, and he followed, jogging to catch up. At the sight of James and Sirius approaching, the boy took a slight but noticeable step back.
“Oh, not so tough now, are we?” Lily snapped, walking to meet James. “He couldn’t take no for an answer. I told him I had a boyfriend, but…”
“Boyfriend?” James repeated, torn from his anger. The rolling waves that were just leaking from his essence turned to bright swirls, and you shook your head as you watched him look at her.
“Oh, shame on you, Lily. You know how he feels about you,” you pushed defensively; It was one thing to tease James, but the excitement rolling off of him was tangible. The cloud that would come when she shut him down once more would likely bring you down as well. That was one of the downsides of being psychic; others’ moods were genuinely infectious, for better or for worse.
“Oi, got a problem keeping your hands to yourself?” Sirius said, taking charge of the situation as his friend stared in shock at the redhead in front of him.
“Well, I didn’t think she was serious. Didn’t mean to hit on your girl, Potter.” the boy said, backing into the wall.
“Well, that’s not the point, is it?” James said, suddenly coming to his senses. Pulling Lily behind him protectively, you noticed how she gripped the top of his arm and rolled your eyes.
“Really laying it on thick, aren’t we?” you pushed, annoyed at her toying with James. She met your eyes with an identical glance, but she wasn’t the only irritated one here; you returned it.
“If she said no, she means no, you prick,” James said, advancing towards the boy.
Sirius took a step closer, smiling maliciously at the boy in front of him, and sensing danger, you too grabbed his arm like Lily had James’.
“Alright, come on, boys. I think he gets it,” you said, pulling Sirius back. You could feel the Quidditch games with James in his biceps.
“No, I think he could use a refresher,” Sirius said, taking another step forward but allowing your grip on his arm.
“Precisely what I was thinking, Padfoot,” James smiled at Sirius. Just before you physically stepped in between them, another voice sounded.
“Problem, boys?” Remus said, appearing behind you, stalling their advance.
“Yeah, Boot here never learned to keep his hands to himself,” Sirius said, backing from the boy considerably.
“Lily called, and I walked up to find him bodily restraining her,” James said, gesturing to the redhead behind him.
“Is that true?” Remus turned to the Ravenclaw.
“Bodily restraining?” the boy repeated, incredulous, “I just grabbed her arm!”
“So you were gripping her body, in a manner meant to restrain her?” Remus said, lowering his eyes. You found yourself staring; Remus’ anger was so seldom seen. The boy blushed with anger, but turned and left the group of you nonetheless.
“Come on, we’ve arrived,” Remus said, gesturing for the group of you to follow him and Peter.
Knowing a particularly interesting conversation was about to unfold, you let James and Lily go first, holding Sirius back,
“Hang on, trust me,” you pushed, smiling at him as he looked at you confusedly. He grinned back, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.
“What was that about?” James asked quietly. “You could’ve handled that. Hell, just last year, I watched you hex that 7th year Slytherin.”
“Dunno, though you might have liked to. Guess I was mistaken,” she shrugged, an airy tone in her voice.
“No!” James said hastily, “No, no. Of course, I’d like to–you just threaten to hex me as well every time I’ve tried.”
“Well, perhaps I was a bit hasty with you all these years,” she lilted ambiguously. Ahead, you saw Remus’ pace slow, and you knew he too was listening.
“What’s that mean?” James said, louder than he meant to. Excitement was beginning to leak out of him; you could feel it in the air around him; it was lighting color spots all over the compartment, like big, colored bubbles visible only to you.
Lily merely shrugged nonchalantly and smiled at him slightly.
“And don’t think I missed that part where you called me your boyfriend,” James continued on, determined to get her to reply.
“Yes, well, if you’re just going to continue telling people we’re together anyway, we might as well be, yeah?” Lily said, a small smile on her lips.
Practically dripping with emotion, James came to a complete stop. Being too wrapped up in the feelings exuding from James, you ran straight into him and nearly fell, Sirius catching you just in time as he was behind you.
“Oi, Prongs, the hell?” Sirius said, looking properly shocked, as though you hadn’tbeen listening in.
“Lily’s just called me her boyfriend,” James said, looking at Sirius with an expression of pure elation.
“Cheers, mate! That’s great, just when I was starting to think it’d never happen,” Sirius smiled, wrapping an arm around his friend.
“I’ve just agreed to date him after nearly 6 years of begging, and yet he embraces Sirius first,” Lily said, shaking her head at the boys before her.
“Sorry, Lils. I’mnumber one in James’ life,” Sirius said haughtily, releasing James but keeping a protective arm around his shoulders. James rolled his eyes, but grinned at Sirius.
“I can see that,” Lily laughed, rolling her eyes as well.
“Lovely as this is, mates, we’re stopping up the hall,” you said, turning around to glare at a Slytherin as she bumped into you.
Grabbing James’ hand, Lily pulled him away from Sirius, their robes billowing in their haste.
“You nosy girl,” Sirius teased, poking your side as you two made your way to the platform.
“Oi! Remus was listening too,” you defended, though you laughed.
As you neared the exit, the sound of pounding rain wafted through the doorway, the smell of warm, wet pavement following soon after.
“Why is it always bloody raining?” you grumbled, pulling the hood of your cloak over your Y/C/H hair.
“Fucks up my hair every year,” Sirius groaned, equally upset.
“Pads! Twitch! Come on!” James called, waving you all ahead.
The carriage carrying the four of them began moving, and you and Sirius held your breath, running into the rain, jogging to catch up. James held the door open for the two of you and grinned as Sirius grabbed his outstretched hand, pulling him into the carriage.
“Faster, Twitch!” Sirius yelled, a wide grin on his face as he held his hand out to you. Finally, your fingers wrapped around his hand and James grabbed your other, pulling you into the dry carriage.
“Gross,” you muttered, using your sleeve to dry your face.
“I thought you liked the rain?” Remus asked, looking teasing.
“I do,” you answered shortly. “Doesn’t mean I want to be out in it when it’s pouring bloody cats and owls.”
“Oh, I’m starving,” Peter whined, looking hopefully up at the castle, largely ignoring the conversation.
“How? You about bought out the trolley,” Sirius laughed, swaying slightly with the carriage. Peter turned to scowl at Sirius, who playfully grinned back.
“I bet Moony here is looking forward to dinner as well,” he then turned his attention towards Remus, nudging his knee.
“And why’s that?” Lily asked from her seat next to James.
“That pretty Ravenclaw he fancies always sits right behind him at meals,” Sirius smiled, jeering at a blood-red Remus.
“Oh, piss off,” he mumbled. Sirius let out a barking laugh and leaned forward.
“Oi, Moony, I’m just fucking with you, relax,” Sirius said. Your favorite goofy grin lit up his dark features, and you couldn’t look away. As you made your way up the hill to Hogwarts, the moonlight lit at his bone structure, highlighting his carved features. His dark hair was tucked behind his ear on the side closest to you, putting his cutting jawline on full display.
Suddenly, you felt a nudge against your foot and tore your eyes away from Sirius to find a smirking Lily. Blushing furiously as she’d caught you, you tilted your neck down and hid your face behind your hair.
“Finally,” Peter squeaked after a few minutes of idle chatter, hopping from his seat. The group of you followed, and you smiled up at the towering castle in front of you; you were home.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Slytherin!reader x Draco Malfoy Word Count: 2,076 Warnings: fluff, none
“Now,really, Mr. Malfoy, I am morethan capable of handling this,” you heard the voice of Madam Pomfrey scoff in an offended tone.
“Thenwhy isn’t she awake yet?” Draco hissed. Your brain was swimming in fog, you could hear everything around you, but your eyelids were just so heavy.
“I’ve told you, there’s no telling how long someone will remain unconscious once they’ve passed out,” Madam Pomfrey sighed, and the clinking of tools and swishing of liquid could be heard.
“That’s rubbish!” Draco all but shouted.
“Draco,” Snape’s drawling voice sounded, warning him to hush. “I think what my eager young student means is, surely there’s some way of knowing?”
“Well judging by how her eyes are flitting under her lids I’d say she could wake up at any point,” she answered. You felt your face grow slightly warm, but you struggled to successfully pry open your lids.
“Y/N?” a cold hand found yours atop the sheet and the movement seemed to jolt your body awake. Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before finding Draco leaning towards you, his face scrunched with worry. Snape stood above him, several paces back, looking indifferent about it all.
“Draco?” you croaked, your throat thick with sleep still.
“Hey! You’re alright!” he said, visibly relaxing as you grinned sleepily at him.
“Course I am. I’ve done worse,” you shrugged, looking down at your wrapped hand.
“Well, that’s reassuring,” Snape muttered under his breath. “I suppose since she’s awake I’m no longer necessary?”
“No, Severus, you’re no longer necessary,” Madam Pomfrey said icily.
“Excellent,” Snape sneered. “Draco, mind her.”
“Of course, sir,” Draco said quickly. And with a swish of his cloak, Snape was gone.
“Complete sodding tosser,” Draco hissed, tightening his grip on your hand subconsciously. Looking away, not wanting to read too much into his presence, you noticed the sun was well behind the mountains in the distance, casting the room in shadow.
“What time is it?” you asked.
“Er, dunno. After dinner I’d guess, it got quite loud just a bit ago but it’s died down now,” Draco said, gesturing behind him to the hall.
“What happened?” you asked; you had a general idea, of course–it wasn’t your head you injured, but everything after you blacked out was blank.
“You don’t remember?” Draco said, his face taking on the anxious, pinched look again. “Does your head feel alright? I thought I caught you before you fell but maybe you hit the desk on the way down.”
Seeing Draco anxiously fret was a completely foreign sight. His eyebrows furrowed and raised slightly, his lips pursed, his hands flying to your exposed skin, feeling for a nonexistent fever.
“You what?” you gasped. Just when the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, now you found you collapsed inhis arms? What was this a bloody novel?
“Well, you asked if I was mad at you–all I was asking is if you were alright; your eyes couldn’t focus and you kept swaying slightly. And then your eyes slid shut and you went limp, sliding off the stool seat. I dove forward and caught you just before your head smacked the floor, but you were completely out. Really scared a few people, I think Jal nearly fainted as well. Anyway, Snape was going to take you himself, but I insisted. I don’t bloody trust him with you, I mean, it was all he could do to wait until you were awake to leave. And now here we are,” he explained.
“Oh, Godric, Jal is probably freakingout,” you sighed, leaning back.
Just as your head hit the pillow, the door swung open and you both turned to see Blaise striding towards you, his hands in his pockets.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Draco asked. Though his tone was annoyed, his face softened slightly as Blaise approached.
“Alright, then?” he asked you in his deep voice, largely ignoring Draco’s outburst.
“Suppose so,” you shrugged. “Jal sent you, then?”
“Yeah, she can be very,” he paused, a small smile pulling at his dark features, “persuasive.”
“I was going to say completely fucking mad, but that works too,” you laughed. The smile set into his face at that and you smiled smugly to yourself; getting Blaise to change facial expressions alone was a feat, let alone a full smile.
“She wanted to come,” he started, pulling a hand from his pocket to gesture backwards.
“Yeah, she doesn’t do blood; I know,” you sighed, laughing slightly, remembering her woozy disposition when she leaked once on her period.
“Nearly passed out herself when you lifted your hand,” he remembered.
“It was pretty gnarly looking,” you allowed, casting a look down at your hand.
“Alright now though?” Blaise asked, leaning sideways to look at your hand himself.
“Mostly. It’s wrapped in, what the hell is this?” you asked, gesturing down to the light pink wrappings.
“Dittany petals,” Draco answered.
“Ah, you’ll be fine, then,” Blaise said, standing straight again. “Oh, hang on.”
Fishing in his pocket, Blaise pulled two, covered, tiny objects out and pulled his wand. “Engorgio,” he spoke. The objects enlarged and a second later he held two full size, teetering, plates. Draco reached out and grabbed one, laying it across your lap before grabbing the other for himself. Opening the lid, you found a plate of fish and chips–your favorite.
“Oi! Cheers, mate!” you smiled, popping a delicious chip into your mouth.
“Jal sent me with them,” he shrugged. “I should get on, then. She’s probably sitting right next to the door waiting for me.”
“Probably,” you giggled.
“I’ll see you later?” he asked, turning to address Draco for the first time.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few,” he answered, uncovering a plate of meat and potatoes. At Draco’s response, Blaise turned and strode out of the wing.
“Stiff git,” you laughed, watching the way Blaise’s movements stayed tightly controlled, clenched, almost.
“You have no idea,” Draco muttered, forking a bite into his mouth.
“You don’t have to stay with me, I know you’d probably rather be in the common rooms entertaining your goons,” you said, giving him an out.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he answered simply, taking another bite. The heat crept up into your face without hesitation now and you smiled to yourself. The next few minutes were quiet, but comfortable. The clinking and scraping of your utensils filled the otherwise silent wing, along with Pomfrey’s shuffling in her office. After you were finished eating, Draco took your plate and stacked it with his, laying it on the table next to you.
“How are you feeling, love?” Madam Pomfrey spoke suddenly, startling you.
“Alright, bit stiff,” you answered, wincing as you tried to flex your fingers.
“Yes, that was a particularly nasty gouge. Always happens, though it’s usually the first years who end up cutting themselves,” she said, both comforting and embarrassing you. “Haven’t had it to the bone in years, though.”
“Happy to oblige,” you smiled tightly as she peeled back the petals to check on your hand.
“Almost there dear. Since it’s already so late, I’m going to keep you overnight. By morning it should be healed and ready to go,” she said, rising and whisking around your bed. “Best be getting back to your dorms, Mr. Malfoy.”
“I’m staying,” the words were a fact; not a request, not a demand, but a declaration.
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you I’m more than–”
“Professor Snape asked me to stay with her; I’m sure my father would agree with Professor Snape. Unless you’d like to ask them?” he all but sneered, angry she was trying to boot him.
“Draco, it’s–” you cut yourself off at the intense look in his eye as he shot his glare to you.
“This is really most inappropriate! A boy staying with a girl in an empty wing!” she bristled, annoyed at the situation. She met Draco’s eyes and they locked in a stalemate for a few tense moments. “Fine. But I’ll be right on the other side of that door.”
“I should bloody well hope so,” Draco snapped, causing her to huff offendedly and whisk off to her office, shutting it harder than necessary.
“You have a talent for pissing people off,” you remarked, trying to ease the tension that lingered in the air.
“Yields results though,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
“AmI alright? I’m fine,” he laughed mirthlessly. You looked at him intently, but he seemed to be solid in his resolve, and being the private person Draco was, you dropped it. “You should get some sleep.”
“I should get some sleep? Youshould get some sleep–I’ve just spent the last 5 hours unconscious,” you laughed. Despite yourself, a yawn slipped past your lips. “Alright, I suppose I am a bit tired.”
“Get some sleep. I’ll be here,” he said, leaning back in his seat.
“You need sleep too. You should go back to your dorm. Seriously, Draco, I’ll be fine,” you tried to convince him but he crossed his arms and settled in.
“Get some sleep,” he repeated, this time an edge to his voice.
“Fine,” you pouted, turning over on your side and pulling up your covers. Within seconds, the black behind your eyes became richer and your head spun slightly as you began to fall asleep. “You’re adorable when you pout,” you thought you heard Draco whisper. Did ‘adorable’ even exist in his vocabulary? And without another thought, the black pulled you under once more.
“Y/N? Are you awake?” you heard Draco speak softly. You knew you should answer, but the curiosity was too much. There was no light in front of your lids, no birds chirping softly, even the shufflings of Madam Pomfrey were nonexistent. You guessed it was deep in the night.
“Talking to a sleeping girl in the middle of the hospital wing,” Draco sighed, and you could practically see him push back his hair, running a pale hand through his blonde locks. “Who the hell have I become?”
“Look at what you’ve done to me.” His voice was softer now, and you felt the weight of his hand fall on your leg. “Turned me into an anxious, quivering mess. Probably looked like something out of a horror movie, carrying your lifeless body through the halls, leaving a trail of blood in our wake. Scared the fucking hell out of me. Good Godric. You can’t do that to me. You can’t,”
He paused, words seemed to fail him and you strained to hear his quiet words.
“I dunno how, but you’ve wormed your way in. And now you live there, all day, everyday. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s better or worse that we’re in the same house. Can hardly pay attention in class when you’re right there to look at. Watching you laugh with Jal, the way your Y/E/C eyes light up when you know the answer, the little pout on your lips as we head down into the dungeons for Potions, the way the fire in the common rooms reflects off your Y/H/C hair. But then, if you weren’t there for me to watch I’d wonder about you all day. Might even sneak around to find you. Is that weird? Probably, just a bit stalkerish. Suppose no weirder than talking to an unconscious girl in a hospital wing.” He sighed then once more. “What would someone as good as you want with me?”
The way he spoke made it clear how he thought of himself, and it made your chest hurt. You thought he might say more, but after a few minutes it seemed as though he was done. The weight of his hand left your bed and a moment later a slight creaking could be heard. Once you felt it was safe enough to do so, you peeked through an eye and saw him lying in a cot Madam Pomfrey must’ve drawn up.
With his eyes closed, relaxed, with the covers drawn to his chin he looked much younger. The darkness usually shadowing his features was gone, the nearly constant annoyed crease in his brow was smooth, his lips puckered slightly as he settled into a deep sleep.
Smiling softly to yourself, amazed at the fact you had Draco Malfoy sleeping in a cot by your bedside, you let your lids slide closed again.
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Young Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:language, fighting, very very slight hints of smutish behavior Word Count: 2,721 A/N: The next story I will be uploading a part for is ‘A Shit Tutor’, so all my fellow Draco stans, fear not, more is on the way. Anywayyyy hope you all enjoy this chapter, enter Lilyyyy!
Ch 3: Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff
Just then, a group of Hufflepuff girls came walking down the aisle, and after having made eye contact with a smirking Sirius, all started giggling and whispering intensely, shooting off random bright smiles as they passed. Peter smiled at one in the back hopefully as they slowed, and to your intense surprise, she smiled back timidly.
“Emmaline Nelson, Hufflepuff obviously, she’s in our year. I believe we have Transfiguration together this year if you fancy talking to her,” you pushed to Peter, who blushed something awful and stared at his feet.
“Aaaand, here we go,” James sighed playfully as Sirius beckoned one forward with his finger. She and her friends had evidently been pondering entering and stood in wait at the door. They all watched with jealous eyes as she approached him.
“Hello, love,” Sirius said, donning the silk voice he always did when talking to girls. A bitterness seemed to fill you entirely.
“Hi,” she giggled, going red in the face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Something you needed?” Sirius asked, grinning cockily at her.
“Uh,” she stuttered, giggling more.
“I might be sick,” you rolled your eyes as you looked at James, who made a gesture of agreement.
“Not really. Just, I mean, if you ever like, want a study partner or something, or whatever,” she seemed to be losing her nerve as Sirius continued to rake his eyes over her. “You can just let me know, ya know if you want.”
Leaning back, feeling suddenly intensely annoyed and wanting to look anywhere but at the two of them, you got out Jinx and began stroking him as he perched on your knee.
“Pretty bird,” the girl breathed, smiling at Jinx. You pulled a face in response, but hers told you it came off ruder than you intended.
“To study?” Sirius smirked, looking at her accusingly.
“Yeah, or whatever,” the girl smiled, grasping the ends of her hair nervously. It was simply more than you could take.
“Happy as I am the two of you are going to, er, study, perhaps spare us from the rest, yeah?” you quipped as Sirius smirked and opened his mouth to silkily retort.
Everyone’s eyes fell upon you, and you curtained your hair over your face, returning to stroking Jinx.
What the hell was that? Girls flirted with Sirius all the time; there was never a moment you didn’t catch at least one set of eyes on him. Sirius was hot, cocky, sexy, arrogant–but with the talent to back it up. And top it all off with a gorgeous set of dark curls framing a shadowed, structured face with high cheekbones and dark eyes. It wasn’t hard to see why he encaptured the attention of so many.
Face burning, you realized you found him hot too. Incredibly so.
The girl then looked at you, affronted, but turned nonetheless and stormed from the compartment.
“The bloody hell was that, Twitch?” Sirius said in an offended tone, gesturing to the storming Huffelpuffs shooting you dirty looks.
“Nothing, I don’t know,” you said quickly, tearing your eyes from the group of them. All four boys were peering at you confusedly, and you stood up sharply, causing Jinx to fall from your lap. Hissing in pain, you looked down to see three claw marks on your knee as he was shocked by the abrupt change. He hooted sharply at you and went back into his cage, turning away from you. “I uh, have to go to the bathroom.”
Face and knee burning, you walked with your head down to the bathrooms, mind reeling the whole time.
Sirius was no stranger to being flirted with, regardless of present company–hell, last year, he’d taken to snogging several on the couches in the common room as the younger years trailed off to bed. You remembered feeling annoyed when he did so, but that was logical, right? Who the hell wanted to watch that? Especially week after week with girl after girl. Perhaps you were just being prudish; sure, all the experience you had involved Alekand Nole, a dare, and a broom closet, but surely it was abnormal to blow through girls like that? Or do those kinds of things in front of prying eyes, right?
Pushing open the bathroom door, you groaned internally as you saw the same girl whispering angrily with her friends. Their looks turned murderous as you walked in.
Great. Well, too late now.
Trying to be quick about things, you almost made it out without a scene, but just after washing your hands, you were stopped.
“Oi, what the hell is your problem, Y/N?” the girl asked, her blonde hair shaking as she rolled her neck angrily.
“Excuse me?” you said, turning around to face them, temper already flaring.
“You heard me. What do you care what I do with Sirius, not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.” her friend giggled ruthlessly as she sneered, “Tell me, how is it that you’re best friends with the bloody Marauders, the hottest guys in our year and you can’t get even oneof them to snog you?” she said, laughing haughtily as her friends howled. Your blood boiled as their biting laughter filled the little room. “Not even that trail along. What’s his name, Peter?”
At the jab of both you and your friend, you snapped.
“See,you, unlike me, are a whoring slag who can’t wait to be the latest notch in his belt. AndI, unlike you, have self-respect, love. It’s quite simple,” you all but growled, turning to walk out of the room. You heard the outraged noises and almost made it back to the compartment when you felt a harsh tug on your hair.
“The bloody hell?” you yelled, jerking backward as she pulled, pain rippling from your scalp.
“I am notawhoring slag, you bitch!” she screeched, lifting her arm up to strike you. Seizing your chance, you bent and rammed your shoulder into her stomach, knocking her wind out and sending her flying onto her back.
After years of having an older Muggle, boy cousin who tormented you for sport, you learned how to take care of yourself.
“Y/N?” you heard Sirius’ voice sound out suddenly. In the midst of it all, the girl had gotten an iron grip on your hair and was now using her legs to kick angrily at you from the floor as her hands held you in place by your hair.
“Let go of my hair, you cheating whore!” you screeched, trying futilely to pry her deadlocked fingers from your hair.
Footsteps sounded down the compartment hallway, followed by various annoyed noises as they were pushed against the sides, Sirius barrelling down the hall to reach your voice.
“What the hell?” he questioned. “Let her alone!!”
For a wild moment, you thought he was telling you to leave her alone, but a second later, you felt a pulling sensation around your midriff. Yelling out, you reminded him of her grip on your hair, and he yelled out an apology and dropped you, warning James as he came skidding to a halt seconds later.
“What in the bloody–” Remus cut off, seeing the girl kicking at you like a monkey from her back.
“Little help whenever would be great, boys!” you called, scratching at her arms and wrists to loosen her grip on your hair. “Only bitches pull hair!”
“Stupefy!” someone called, and suddenly you were airborne. As you flew back, you noticed several strands of your Y/C/H hair had come loose in the girl’s fists.
You hit the ground with a thud and gasped as you fought to force air back into your stunned lungs.
What happened next was utter chaos.
Spells went flying from behind you at all angles as each of the boys shot a different hex at the wand that’d sent you flying. Various crowd members who had poked out to figure out what all the noise was about began screaming and jetting off in different directions in the cramped hallway space, trying to dodge the bouncing hexes. Spells then started flying towards the boys in retaliation, and finally regaining your breath, you got to your feet and pulled your wand to help.
“What in the hell is going on here?” you heard the voice of Lily Evans enter the scene, and James immediately straightened and fluffed his hair before she came into view. Finally, she broke the crowd and turned, glowering at the group of you.
“Should’ve known you gits were involved, honestly Remus, you’re a Prefect!” she hissed, scolding the boys, who all began to interject.
“Y/N? What’s happened?” Lily asked, walking concernedly over to you as you sopped the flow of blood free-streaming from your nose. Seemed the twit managed to get one good hit in.
“Thatslag attacked me; evidently, somebody’s a little sensitive,” you sneered, lowering your eyes at the girl in front of you who was now sporting an ever-growing nose as small antlers were making their way out of her head. Looking down, you saw her hands twitching violently and smiled at the boys in front of you.
“Is that true?” Lily turned to the girl, who was bright red with embarrassment and fury.
“I wouldn’t have had to if the stupid bitchhadn’t poked her nose where it doesn’t belong!” she screeched, pointing her finger at you accusingly.
“Well, it looks like you’re about to do the same, Pinnochio,” you jeered, causing her to pounce once more, this time being dragged back by the male Hufflepuff Prefect.
“Alright everyone, show’s over! Back to your compartments before I hex the lot of you nosy sods!” Lily yelled at the onlookers, causing all to duck back into their compartments, shutting the doors tightly behind them.
“Excellent handling of the situation, might I say, Ms. Evans,” James simpered, already kissing Lily’s arse.
“Potter, you are downright shameless,” she said, lowering her bright green eyes at James as he grinned back boyishly, “And you, Remus, been shirking on responsibilities again, have we? I’ve just finished situating the first-years when I hear what sounds like a fightat the Gryffindor end of the train! Honestly, theleastyou could do is control yourlittle friends if you’re going to leave the rest to me, yeah?”
“Right. Sorry Lily, most rude of me…” Remus nodded solemnly, feeling as though he wholeheartedly deserved her reaming. Lily seemed to soften slightly under Remus’ guilt, and she breathed out, relaxing her shoulders and unclenching her fists.
“Well, I dunno about everyone else, but I’m starved,” you said, pulling your sleeve back to see the bleeding had finally ceased.
“Come here, Twitch,” Remus beckoned, pulling out his wand once more, “Tergio.”
You felt the funny sucking feeling of all the blood leaving your face, and you wiped a spot to find your fingers clean.
“Cheers, Moony!” you smiled as he blushed slightly and grinned back.
“I could’ve done that,” Sirius said, sounding oddly annoyed, “Come on then, here comes the trolley.”
Sure enough, you heard the comforting voice of the old woman with the Honeydukes trolley wafting down the hallway as she made her way down the train.
“Care to join us?” James asked Lily hopefully, gesturing forward with his arm. Not bearing to see your friend’s crestfallen face when she likely refused as always, you intervened.
“I’ll make sure he’s on his best behavior,” you pushed, looking at her meaningfully. “C’mon, Lils, he’s really not thatbad…”
And to your intense surprise, she caved.
“Alright,” she sighed, stepping into the cabin. You didn’t need to be part psychic to feel the excitement rolling off of James as she stepped by him, sinking into the seat next to his.
“Didn’t even know Hufflepuff’s fought,” Remus sighed, collapsing into his seat.
“Haven’t even made it off the train, and little Twitchy is already getting in duels,” Sirius jeered, knocking your knee with his hand. A rush of heat flooded you, and you blushed, hoping the others would take it as embarrassment about the fight.
“Well, if you’d stop entertaining rubbish like that, I wouldn’t have to,” you quipped, glaring at Sirius before offering him a small smile. Peter giggled at your comment and kept checking the window every few seconds, anxiously awaiting the trolley.
“Oh, believe me, I’ve learned my lesson,” Sirius said, looking at you rather intently. Before you could blush again or give yourself away some other way, Lily spoke.
“Oh, I see. So I tell you off about those girls of yours for years, and you can’t get it through that thick skull of yours, but Y/N gets in one little row…” Lily shook her head, leaning back before she could get her temper going again.
“Amazing, isn’t she?” James said quietly, his voice in awe as he gazed, mesmerized at Lily–who blushed pink at his comment.
“Oi, Prongs, mate. We can all hear you,” Sirius laughed, whispering playfully at his friend. Everyone’s laughter was interrupted at the arrival of snacks.
“Anything from the trolley, dears?” the old woman smiled sweetly at the group of you.
After spending most of her time there dolling out Peter’s numerous sweets, each of you had your treats, and she was off to the next compartment.
“Coconut ice and cauldron cakes?” Lily laughed as you happily sucked on a coconut cube. As you sheepishly looked around, you caught Sirius watching you, his eyes seeming darker than usual, somehow.
“What? They’re my favorite!” you defended, loving the way the sweet spread across your palette. After months of your grandmother’s unimaginative cooking, this was heaven–it had to be.
“Oooh, can I have a chocolate frog?” you asked, seeing Sirius’ stack on his lap.
“Help yourself, Twitch,” he shrugged, opening one of his own. “Alberic Grunnion?”
“Oh, you boys best stand up and salute!” Lily laughed as Sirius read out the name. The boys merely shared confused looks.
“The maker of the dungbomb!” you explained, to which they all erupted into a chorus of ‘oh’s’ playfully gave a salute to the card in Sirius’ hand.
As you leaned in to grab a chocolate frog, you caught a whiff of the new fragrance potion he must’ve been trying out. He smelled of pine, smoke, and something sweet you couldn’t quite name. As you were distracted, your hand brushed across the seam in his jeans, and the both of you met eyes, you blushing a furious shade of red.
“New potion?” you pushed after a second, unable to bear the awkward silence between the two of you. He nodded imperceptibly and smirked slightly.
“Very nice.” you complimented. He shot you a small smile, and James turned to Lily.
“Have a good Holiday, then?” he asked her, looking hopeful.
“‘Was alright, try as Petunia might to make it hell. I wish Muggle schools and Hogwarts had opposite schedules,” she sighed, drawing one of her long legs up onto the seat.
“My god, could you imagine? Virtually never even having to see Blakely anymore?” you said, painting a dramatic look of longing on your face.
Everyone laughed, Peter actually choking on the three cauldron cakes he’d stuffed into his mouth.
“Apapneo,” Lily said, pulling her wand. Peter coughed once and looked up at Lily.
“Thank you,” he wheezed, smiling as he dabbed at his now watery eyes, bits of chocolate spilling from his mouth.
“Uhm, Lily Evans? Y/N Y/L/N?” a small girl in blue-lined robes asked, looking wide-eyed at the boys around you.
“That’ll be Slughorn, then?” Lily said, rising from her seat.
The girl nodded and ducked off, running back to the Ravenclaw section of the train.
“What’s he want with you?” James asked bluntly, looking put-off that she was leaving.
“Charming, Potter. He happens to like me. And Y/N, evidently.” Lily said, smiling at you. “Let me just get my robes,”
Using her wand, she sent her robes flying from her trunk, and you dug yours out.
“Have fun, girls,” Sirius said as the two of you made to leave the compartment.
“See you there, boys,” Lily sang back.
“Save us a carriage seat,” you said, turning back to shoot a wink at Sirius. His face looked funny for a minute, but he recovered quickly and shot one back.
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:none, slight language (but that’s for every chapter rlly) Word Count: 3,108
As if on cue, you heard a knock at the door just as your foot touched down onto the landing. The sound of quick, heeled footsteps sounded immediately after; Grandmother briskly coming down the hall followed by the slower steps of Blakely as he surely wanted to gaze curiously at your friends.
“Prongs!” you breathed upon seeing James, smiling fondly at the messy mop of black hair atop your friend’s head.
“Twitchy!” he smiled back, opening his arms in greeting. You wasted no time in falling into them, smiling into his chest as his hug signaled the true return to Hogwarts.
“Mrs. Killianis,” James said, suddenly formal as he looked to your severe grandmother behind you. Following his gaze, you saw her eyes narrowing as Sirius and Remus all but fell out of the car, Peter’s wheezing laughter following them out.
You smiled fondly after them as Remus brushed the dirt from his knees, frowning up at Sirius. Sirius grinned back and ran a hair through his raven black hair, brushing it from his eyes.
“Hello, Mrs. Killianis,” Sirius said, his voice taking on a tone you’d never heard before. You and James glanced warily at each other.
“Hello, boys,” she said stiffly, her eyes now staring rudely at the scars littering Remus’ exposed skin.
Remus cleared his throat, clearly catching your grandmother’s eyes. “Shall we get your trunk then?” he said, clapping his hands together as he smiled at you.
You offered him a sympathetic smile and pushed an apology into his head at your grandmother’s rudeness.
“That’d be great, Moony, thanks.” you nodded. Peter followed him up into your room dutifully. After a moment or two, you heard what sounded like a reprimanding noise followed by a sharp smack and idly wondered what was going on.
“I suppose you’ll be staying at the school for the Holidays again, yes? Blakely and I were planning a trip,” Grandmother said suddenly–it didn’t take a genius to figure out you weren’t invited.
“Definitely,” you answered briskly. The choice between a Hogwarts Christmas with the boys and a visit to Grandmother’s sister’s house in the States with Blakely was a no-brainer.
“Lovely thing Hogwarts does, providing a home for the holidays,” James grinned, putting an emphasis on ‘home.’ Grandmother lowered her eyes, but Remus and Peter were already coming down the stairs, hauling your heavy trunk between them.
“Bloody hell, Twitch,” Remus huffed, blowing his thin brown hair out of his eyes, “What’d you pack?”
“Mind your tongue, boy,” Grandmother snipped as the two of them passed through the front door. “You won’t behave like the heathensthat you are in my presence.”
“Er,right,” Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes and laughing under his breath. “C’mon, Twitch, don’t want to be late.”
Eager to leave the situation, you quickly followed the boys out and made your way into the baking heat. Just as they made to load your trunk, you clucked your tongue as Peter fumbled his end and dropped it roughly into the undoubtedly magically enhanced trunk.
“Sorry,” Peter winced, rubbing his hands together in an anxious sort of way.
“S’Alright Wormtail. Now, shall we get a move on, then?” James said, using his wand to swing open the car door for you. You heard your grandmother let out a small gasp, and Blakely took a step back. As most parents took the time to drop their children off at Platform 9 ¾, the journey there was generally a sort of grace period if you wanted to use magic; the Ministry wouldn’t take the time to differentiate each use of magic on this day between parents and students. Per wizarding law, they’d never seen magic as you didn’t use it during your time here–aside from your special gift.
“Please,” you said, turning to leave without glancing back.
“You aren’t going to say goodbye?” you heard Remus ask. You turned to answer him before you slipped into the car, but he wasn’t talking to you.
“Excuse me?” Grandmother said, clearly affronted he was saying anything more than ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’
“Honestly, Moony, just let it alone,” Sirius moaned as he made his way back out of the car to gather him.
“You aren’t going to see your granddaughter for 9 months, surely you’re going to at least say goodbye?” Remus pressed on, equally affronted. Sirius took a step closer to his friend, and you saw your grandmother’s eyes fall upon the several tattoos that already littered his arms; Sirius lived to upset his family, and tattoos were such a Muggle form of rebellion it only bolstered his point.
Her eyes then fell to the both of their wands, which were gripped tightly in their hands, and let out a breath she’d been holding. Lowering her eyes but acquiescing nonetheless, she sighed.
“Goodbye, then,” she said stiffly, nudging Blakely, who was locking eyes with a mischievous looking Sirius. Glancing behind Blakely’s head, you saw a dish hovering dangerously above his head and looked to see Sirius’ wand pointed right at it. Rolling your eyes, you pushed the dish back with your own and threw a knowing grin at Sirius.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” you said silently. He grinned back boyishly at you and threw you a wink.
“See you next summer,” Blakely allowed, lowering his eyes at you and grinning in an awful sort of way. You could’ve sworn you heard a growl on your right and found Remus glaring at Blakely, who swallowed harshly and disappeared back into the house. At that, you slipped into the front seat next to James, the rest of the boys piling into the backseat, Remus scolding Sirius for shoving Peter out of the way to get in first. Fondly, you smiled and listened to them bicker.
“Merlin, glad that’s over.” Remus shook his head as James smoothly pulled away from the house. “Don’t know how you do it all summer.”
“Aw, what’s the matter, Moony? Not a big fan of familial tension, are we? I think it’s rather quite nice; reminds me of home,” Sirius said with a fake voice of longing. James looked through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes at Sirius.
“Muggles giving you hell again?” Peter squeaked from the backseat, grabbing the head of your seat and leaning up towards you.
He’d always been a mousy boy, but after his first successful transformation, his commonalities with his Animagi only became more pronounced.
“When do they not, Wormtail?” you laughed, throwing a gum wrapper at him playfully as you popped a piece into your mouth.
“Ooh, is that gum?” Sirius asked, peering over your shoulder from the backseat.
“Yes, but it’s Muggle-gum.” you reminded him.
“Bit boring, but it’ll do. Jamesy won’t let me smoke in the car,” Sirius sneered, looking amusedly at an annoyed-looking James in the mirror.
“It smells! Isn’t my fault Dad has the nose of a bloody hound,” he defended, looking disgruntled at the thought of being a do-gooder.
“Good ol’ Fleamont, what a chap,” Sirius laughed, spreading out on the backseat and draping his arm along the seats. He reached and affectionately gave Remus’ hair a tussle, jostling Peter in the process, who grinned.
“So, now that we’ve all been reminded how horrible my lovely grandmother is, how was everybody else’s Holiday?” you asked as James drove the car expertly around the busy London streets–Muggle driving was a skill he was particularly proud of.
“Oh, you know, wonderful as always. Mother only threatened to have me disenfranchised and disgraced twice this year, so that’s a mark better than last Holiday.” Sirius laughed, blowing bubbles with his gum but frowning in disappointment when they popped.
“Didn’t you go to Prongs’ early this year?” you asked, remembering James’ letter that Sirius had arrived a few weeks into break.
“Yeah, don’t know why the evil hag insists on having me around anyway. All she does is dote on Regulus and send the nearest object flying at my head. Don’t even get me started on Kreacher…I don’t think I’ll go back next year.” a dark look came over his features, and you found yourself staring at him.
“What?” you asked, shocked at the nonchalant tone of his serious words.
“Yeah, I didn’t so much go to Prongs’ early this year as I did run away,” he said, looking slightly sheepish as you looked accusingly at him.
“What? What happened? Why didn’t you tell me?” you gasped, turning in the front seat entirely to glare at him.
“Dunno, I mean, I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” he shrugged.
“Well, go on then, tell me more,” you insisted.
“Just more of the same Twitch. You don’t understand,” he paused, and his usual carefree, light demeanor vanished and was taken over by a dark cloud that seemed to fill the car. “That house, it’s like a black hole. It swallows you whole. It’s like a bloody residential dementor. Every decent thought you have gets sucked into the black wallpaper, every horrible thought you’ve ever had on repeat, magnified. I can’tbreathe in that house; they’re all so cozy, so comfortable in that dark, that evil. The Noble House of Black, it’s killing me slowly, draining the life out of me.”
He seemed aware of how much he was saying, how serious he’d gotten, because, at the end of the little speech, he let out a deep breath and forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously.
“Nothing like Prongs’ here, for example,” he grinned up at his friend, who shot him one from the mirror.
“I mean, you basically already lived there,” James shrugged. “Besides, Mum was thrilled–you know, I think she likes you better than me sometimes.”
“Oh, she definitely does, mate. Euphemia and me? Kinda besties,” Sirius grinned, and the dark cloud dispersed. You found yourself staring at Sirius, chest full of emotion. The quickness with which he dismissed himself was almost worse.
“And, Moony? How was yours?” James asked, filling the silence.
“Decent, I suppose. Though I’ve almost worked my way through every decent book worth reading at the library closest to home, all the rest are the silly little Muggle books in that dingy section they have in the back…though I started reading this one called the ‘Bible’; Merlin does it tell some truly fantastic tales…whales eating people, turning water to wine, healing the blind–this Jesus bloke even rose from the dead! I reckon he was some type of early wizard or something, don’t know how the Muggles don’t…” he trailed off while the rest of you shared knowing glances. Moony was prone to monologues full of on-the-spot thinking, constantly prattling on about something he’d read in some book.
“You’re doing it again,” you shot a meaningful look at Remus, who blushed scarlet at your mental words and trailed off.
“Hey, no fair!“ Sirius whined from the back seat at you. "I wanted to see where he was going with that. There definitely could’ve been something in there well worth making fun of!”
“Opportunity missed, Padfoot.” James hissed in sympathy at his friend, smiling at him in the rearview mirror.
“You all leave Moony alone. Just because he gets abnormally excited about really obscure Muggle things doesn’t mean we get to make fun of him for it,” you shot a smile at Remus in the back seat, who rolled his eyes but nonetheless smiled around sheepishly.
“How was your summer, James?” Peter asked from the backseat, leaning up hopefully.
“Alright, my parents set up a little Quidditch pitch in the back; Sirius got his arse handed to him a couple times,” James smirked, throwing a playful grin at his best friend in the backseat.
Wormtail laughed gleefully at James’ story as he described a match while Sirius sat up indignantly, poised to argue.
“I’m a Keeper, Potter. Not a sodding Seeker. Not too quick to tell everyone how miserable you were at trying to get the Quaffle in, though, are you?” Sirius quipped from the backseat.
“Down, boy. We all know how great of a Keeper you are, wouldn’t have won that last match against Ravenclaw without you..” you pushed into Sirius’ head, stroking his bruised ego. He met your eyes in the rearview and smirked up at you, clearly appeased by your comment. Lounging lazily once more in the roomy backseat, he turned to Peter.
“What about you, Wormtail? Your Holiday good?” Sirius said, cocking his head at his friend with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“S’alright..” he trailed off, looking around nervously as Sirius grinned at him.
“Really? Didn’t miss having Prongs’ arse to kiss?” he sneered at his friend, who blushed and stuttered.
“Let him alone, Pads,” Remus smiled at his friend from across the seats.
Just as the boys began to bicker more harshly, James pulled into the parking lot at Kings Cross, and the group of you piled out of the car.
“Wormtail, go find us a trolley,” Sirius said, and with a wave of his hand, Peter was gone.
“Obedient little bugger, isn’t he?” Remus said praisingly, rubbing his chin.
“Why d’you think he’s made it this long?” Sirius laughed, lifting his trunk out of the car as Peter came wheezing around with the trolley.
“I’ve got it, Y/N,” Peter said, exerting tremendous effort to lift your trunk until Remus saw him and reached in to help.
“Thanks, Peter…always so helpful.” you pushed to him in thanks. You saw him blush violently and smile to himself.
Your gift had taught you many things, but perhaps above all: people were so easily manipulated, one well-timed compliment, and it could send a person fawning. Though you weren’t shy to use it to your advantage, it was lucky a person of your moral stature had the gift. It could be so easily used…perhaps it was thoughts like these that led to the Sorting Hat’s consideration of your placement in Slytherin.
Half an hour later, your trunks were placed in the train’s storage carriages, and the group of you were lounging in a compartment, your various pets making random noises as they settled in for the long train ride.
Jinx hooted sleepily in his cage before lifting his wing and drifting off to sleep. Sirius’ handsome jet-black Screech Owl, BamBam, seemed to take a cue from Jinx and buried his head into his wing as well. They almost resembled salt and pepper shakers as they stood next to one another in direct contrast. To most everyone’s intense surprise, Remus’ pet was a fluffy siamese cat named Cleo. Unsurprising, however, was Peter’s choice of a pet rat named Nibbles. Though, Nibbles was on his last leg–most common rats only lived a couple of years, and Nibbles had been with Peter since first year.
“What’re you doing?” Peter asked, sitting up interestedly in his seat as Sirius drew out his wand and flung open the compartment door.
“Having some fun,” Sirius shrugged, the grin you all loved so much donning his face. James watched his friend and broke into a smile; Peter seemed to be struggling to sit still with excitement; even Remus peered over the top of his book to watch.
Fully aware he was holding all of your attention, Sirius pointed his wand at the wall opposite your door.
“Carpe Retractum,” Sirius said, and a length of rope came spouting out at the end of his wand. “Bollocks…what’s that one to get something to stick to something else?” he asked into the compartment after a moment.
“Epoximise,” Remus answered from behind his book once more, seemingly having seen everything he needed to.
“Right, cheers, Moony,” Sirius smiled and did the incantation, sticking the other end of the rope to the wall. Pulling on his wand, he seemed to test his theory and smiled in success as the rope pulled taught–effectively making a tripwire.
“Very nice,” you complimented, to which you received a playful little bow of his head.“Might I suggest something, though?”
“By all means, Twitch,” Sirius said, gesturing to the tripwire.
“Omnino dissimulare,” you spoke, pointing your wand at the length of rope. As the white beam of light hit it, the rope disappeared from view, and you smiled triumphantly. You’d been working hard on that one towards the end of last term and were worried you’d have to start over with the holiday break.
“Excellent!” Peter cheered, clapping wildly at the two of you.
“Where’d you learn that?” Remus said, finally putting his book down and looking at you curiously.
“Been working on it for a bit. Found it in a book Madam Pince let me take home last Christmas,” you answered, feeling a bit smug that you’d impressed Remus.
“Pince let you take home books?” Remus said, incredulous.
“You know she pities me,” you laughed, waving a hand. “Though, she did threaten to turn me inside out if there was so much a creased page–so only marginally.”
“Wait, wait!” Sirius called, pointing to the door excitedly; Peter was positively quivering.
A group of already-robed Slytherins came strolling past your window, and you smiled in anticipation. At the last second, Sirius jerked his wrist and tightened the rope, sending the group of Slytherins sprawling across the floor.
The group of you exploded into laughter, and they all got to their feet, whipping their wands out, looking for a culprit. Given the rope was invisible, however, they found no such thing and resigned to giving the group of you ugly looks before grumping off.
“Oh, very good, Padfoot,” Peter simpered, laughing heartily as tears of joy rolled down his plump cheeks.
“A little juvenile,” Remus scolded, smiling ruefully at his friends, “But funny. However, as a Prefect, I am not to indulge in such behavior and as such must sincerely reprimand you.”
“Most eloquently spoken, dear Moony. Tell me, does being a Prefect mean you have to be just a bit of a prat on principle?” James asked his friend, painting a serious look on his face as Sirius and Peter erupted into laughter. You let out a small giggle as Remus blushed slightly and put down his book.
“Well, you should sure as hell hope not,” Remus began, smiling mischievously at his friend. “Imagine fawning after Lily Evans for years, at her often utter disgust, only for her to end up being a prat. Talk about unfortunate, mate.”
The group of you were in stitches over Remus’ response, and even James let out a laugh.
“Touche, Moony. Touche,” he laughed, shaking his finger at Remus in a playful manner. A warm feeling spread through you; you were so happy to finally be going home.
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James Potter
Love Languages: James Potter was failing History of Magic. Luckily he has a cute Ravenclaw tutor to help him turn his grade around.
Sirius Black
Bad Dog: There was no way in hell you’d let a bunch of Slytherins bad-mouth your boyfriend. Having him there to patch you up after the fight was just a plus.
“Ms L/N, I have an inquiry and would like to be let in.” He gave 'that’ look with his sparkling eyes.
Oh, but you knew that look all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you played a prank on Barty Crouch Jr. and he wanted information out of you.
“No. Say it now” you were not budging this time.
No one ever spoke to the old Professor that way and it was clear to see. He looked slightly alarmed but gathered his usual composure quickly.
“I want you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts Position and Hogwarts.” He still gave you his warm attitude.
You took several moments.
You had all this success and Fame… Why should you leave a relationship? The relationship in which for a fact you knew he was sleeping with other women… But your career, where most of your job was done because you did such a good job at your job… The Dog… That you were thinking of getting.
'Why am I staying?’ You questioned.
“September First I’ll start I suppose. And I want a big office none of those shitty corner offices… And I want a higher pay than the rest of the” you stated your wants clearly to the professor.
“Done and Done… Professor L/N” He smiled.
“Thank you… Sir” you shook his hand and quickly shut the door. With your back leaning against the closed door… For the first time in eleven years, you began crying. You mourned for the eleven years you spent without your boys. The life you could have had.
After a good half, an hour of crying you composed yourself.
It was August 30th 1995. Albus was a little late with the offer you had to say. But… A little part of you was excited. Life was slowly getting better.
Your bag had been packed for years now. That should have been the first sign to leave. But you were scared like always. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriend saying your goodbye and telling him how to sort all your affairs.
You left the apartment you have had for a decade. A decade of wasted useless memories… If you could even call them that.
The Leaky Cauldron is where you decided to reside. It was where you spent a lot of your teenage years with your ex-boyfriends.
Tom the owner recognised you immediately not for your fame but from when you were younger. It was a nice refresher.
Unfortunately the Jet Lag really got to you and you ended up sleeping for 36 hours. You were late for the grand feast at Hogwarts.
The feast started at 7:00 pm it was now 7:15 pm.
“Shit. Shit. Shit” you began quickly getting dressed and putting on your make-up with very useful enchantments.
You quickly grabbed your two suitcases and ran down the rickety old stairs.
“Bye Ms L/N” Tom the Owner gave you his famous welcoming smile.
“Nice seeing you Tom” you waved goodbye and quickly hopped into the fireplace and floo* away.
You arrived just outside the great hall where Filch was with his scrawny little cat.
'That Thing is still alive" You thought.
“Hey Filch” you gave him you cheeky grin.
“No, Not you it’s bad enough with the others” He snapped.
“Others?” You mumbled to yourself.
“Anyways, would you kindly take my luggage up to my room” You gave him a darling smile “and if you even try to open it will bite”
He grumbled and snatched the two cases off you.
You began making your way to the entranceway to the great hall when you heard a distant 'ouch’ from Filch. You chuckled to yourself knowing you still got it.
The doors were closed meaning you were going to have to make a dramatic entrance and not a quiet one like you hoped. You quickly took out your wand and swung the doors open with power.
The students and staff were greeted with an enormity of wind from the doors and you.
You made your way in boots clicking on the floor.
The hall was silent all eyes were on you.
Then there was a “HOLY FUCK THAT’S Y/N L/N THE AUROR” and the hall erupted into chatter.
Then you saw them. Remus, James and Sirius. Looking at you with mixed emotions of Shook, Anger and Sadness.
You greeted Dumbledore and he showed you your seat right beside Hagrid and… Remus.
’Fuck’
You promptly sat down not even acknowledging the werewolf beside you who was staring at you with all his might.
The chattering was still going on to which Dumbledore shouted 'SILENCE’.
Boom. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Now, Professor L/N is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher so I think we should give her a proper welcome”
The whole hall erupted into applause but you didn’t stand up. You were used to standing ovations this was nothing you were not really bothered.
The clapping quietened down and everyone went back to their meals.
Hagrid made light conversation with you and offered you food around five times but you could!’t eat you felt sick with them around.
They all took turns glaring daggers at you.
You just remained staring at your lap the whole time.
“Erm Y/N-” Remus’ soft voice started.
You quickly got up from your chair,
“I think I am going to retire for the night, Goodnight Professor Hagrid” he nodded to you with a concerned smile and you quickly got up and left the room.
It was the next day and you started your first lesson with First Years. They were all scared and new so it was easy to get things done and it was a quiet class. Next was a set of Fifth Years in which you threatened maybe too harshly so they were quiet for the rest of the lesson.
Now it was third years.
They were all filing in and about to sit down.
“Don’t sit down” you said flatly.
“Assort yourself Alphabetically statting with A’s at the front”. It took about three minutes for everyone to get into their seats which took a bit of shouting from you to get them to move faster.
You then went through the role.
“Pansy Parkinson”. “ Here, Professor”
“Parvarti Patil” “Here”
“Harry…”
'What the actual Fuck… THEY PROCREATED’ Your mind was racing.
There it read 'Potter-Lupin-Black’. This was going to be shit.
“Harry Potter-Lupin-Black” you repeated stiffly.
“H-here Professor” “Don’t Stutter. It lets your opponents know you’re scared” you gave him 'the look’.
He gulped and looked down.
You got on with the role and class began.
“So, what defensive spells do you know?” You asked.
No one put their hand up.
“Did you learn anything in the past 2 years?” You snapped in and the students all jumped.
A girl with curly brown hair put her hand up.
“Yes?” You questioned.
“Eh s-stu-”
“Don’t stutter” you cut her off.
She quickly composed herself not looking you in the eye.
“Stupify,” she said more confidently.
“Name?”
“Hermione Granger,” she said quickly still refusing to look you in the eye.
“Next?” You questioned.
Then the one you knew to be Harry put up his hand. There was no questioning that he was James’ son, He looked almost identical… Except for the eyes. You have seen them somewhere but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Go”
“The disarming spell,” he said proudly.
“And it’s name?” You questioned.
“Expelliarmus”
“Okay, any others?” You quickly moved off from him.
No one out their hand up.
“Are you serious? Does anyone know anything? Merlin’s saggy balls. Who was your teacher?” You wondered how they knew absolutely nothing.
“Eh… Professor Lockhart” a girl told you.
“That dumbass? No wonder?” You rolled your eyes.
“I think expelliarmus works quite well” Harry said.
“What?” You asked him
“It does is a really good spell… Do we need much more?” The boy questioned pathetically.
“Oh I’m sorry”
“What?” He asked looking confused.
“I’m sorry. Why don’t you get up here and teach the class? You seem to know quite a lot about disarming spells Mr Potter-Lupin-Black. I didn’t mean to impose on your magical ability.” You were harsh but it was necessary.
“I eh- erm”
“What did I say about stuttering?” You snapped “It seems the great Harry Potter-Lupin-Black thinks one can get through life by simply snatching someone’s wand! Believe me Harry there are much worse ways someone can threaten you without a wand. Ways your mindless brain couldn’t even comprehend. Do you think I got where I am today by simply disarming someone Potter?” You were now leaning over the poor boy giving him daggers.
“No… And it’s Potter-Lupin-Black” he looked down shamefully.
“It’s Potter in this class. And don’t you dare correct me again.” The class was in terror and the boy was shaking.
“Give me your wand Potter” you held your hand out to take it from him.
’“But prof-” he started to whine.
“Looks like your precious disarming spell might come in handy Potter. Give me the fucking wand” He quickly put the wand in your hand and you placed it on your desk
“You shall not get this back until you write a list of every defensive spell you can find in your textbook and library and write them all down with what their purpose is and the motion used. All of you will do it and it should be on my desk, next class” The class collectively groaned.
“Class is dismissed for the day” you waved them off.
“But professor the bell has not rung yet” the Granger girl said.
“I am the professor and what I say goes. Now, leave all of you!” You sort of shouted the kast bit and they all scattered out the class room.
It was dinner time but you decided to skip out and start writing. You were writing a book on all your best wizarding battles in America.
You were sitting at your desk with the dim candlelight shining on your face accentuating your featured and Suddenly your door burst open with the three men you knew more than yourself came in.
You didn’t look up and kept writing.
“Threatening Our Son now L N” James snarled.
“Would have been nice of you to knock” you smirked to yourself still not giving them your full attention.
“Oh cut the crap L/N, You’re not impressing anyone” Sirius’s infamous voice rang in your ears.
“Wasn’t trying to, I think I am enough for all my adoring fans” you finally looked up at them and gave them a cheeky grin.
They hadn’t changed much in eleven years.
The three men stood there looking very tall and assertive.
Most of Remus’ scars had faded there were just one or two new ones. You knew every single scar on his body since you used to kiss each one after a full moon. He had some dark eyebags which wasn’t surprising since the full moon was only 2 days away.
Sirius had grown a beard which made him look older, mature and sexier. His eyes were still the same mysterious grey colour that at times you couldn’t stop looking at them. They consumed you.
James was still buff from quidditch. His hair was no longer as messy and as unruly as you remembered. He still had a mischievous glint in his eyes and smile lines embedded in his face from his famous 'Potter Smirk’ as Marlene McKinnon used to refer to it.
“See you’re still sitting on your fat ego” James smirked.
“Oh don’t worry Potter, couldn’t nearly compare to yours. Looks like you still have two bitches kissing your ass every night” you smiled which seemed to infuriate the three men more.
“Give me Harry’s wand” Remus spoke up in an angered tone.
“Oh no the big bad wolf is mad. Oh Please Remus don’t blow my house down after all I’m just an innocent little girl” you teased.
Sirius looked like he was about to pounce.
“Easy there mutt don’t want to go barking up the wrong tree, do we?” You were having the time of your life.
“We are all adults we can remain civil” James tried to calm the room.
“Not to worry Jamsie I won’t do nothing… Just having a little fun”
“Seemed to be having a lot of fun being a bitter bitch to my son? Jealous L/N” Sirius questioned.
“Your son can’t even rub two brain cells together to come up with a better spell than expelliarmus” you snorted.
“Typical L/N ignoring the question. I asked if you were jealous? Huh L/N. Oh I get it she’s scared again” You quickly pulled your wand out and pointed it right at him.
James and Remus quickly pulled out their’s.
“Say it fucking again Black. I dare you. I could do things that not even Grindlewald could fathom” you seethed.
“Look at you again. Putting up all these walls cause your scared. You act all tough with your top Auror position but deep down you are a scared little Bitch” He smirked.
“And you don’t fo the same thing Black? Hows Mummy?” You snarled.
“Okay, what crawled up your bitter arse and died?” He shouted.
“YOUR FUCKING CHILD” you screamed back and immediately realised what you said and clamped your hand over your mouth and gasped.
You couldn’t believe what you just said.
The room went deadly silent.
It was terrifying.
Then there was a burst of laughter from Remus.
Followed by the two other men.
You started laughing as well.
For the first time in years, you had a proper laugh.
The laughing went on for a good minute until it died down to a few chuckles. You were all wiping the tears from your eyes.
“Fucking hell” James sighed still laughing a little.
The room was in comfortable silence for a few moments.
“You are right” you admitted.
“What?” They all questioned at the same time.
“I am scared. I’ve been scared for the last thirteen years. I was scared for a child… Then I left and was scared to leave my stupid boyfriend and I am scared to face you.” You hated to admit it but ur was true.
“I’m sorry. Truly I am I don’t regret what I did though. I don’t want children. Never have and never will. I do regret leaving you though. But then at the same time, I don’t because I think you could have fought harder to find me. But you didn’t” you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
“It was better that you left anyways” Sirius said.
You knew what he was going to say the one thing you didn’t want to them to say but it was gojng to happen.
“We were cheating on you” There it was.
Deep down you knew it all along.
“How is Lily doing?” You asked. It was Lily it had always been Lily. They loved her first and she would always be first. The girl with emerald green eyes and flaming red hair. They told you not to worry about her but you knew and you were right. No matter who you were you would always be the second choice. Because why choose Y/N L/N when they can have Lily Evans.
“How di-”
“Wha-”
“This was a mistake” you stood up from your desk and walked to your room. You grabbed your suitcases not been unpacked yet. And grabbed your book from the desk.
“Tell Dumbledore I am sorry but something else came up” you stated flatley.
“Y/N-” Remus started but you cut him off.
“I refuse to be second choice again not with you or this job. He wanted you first and you refused… For the first time in my life, I’m not going to be second… Goodbye, My Loves, I’m sorry” With that you stepped into the fireplace and vanished in the flames.
Harry came into the Potter-Lupin-Black household holding a book in his hand.
“Hey Look what I found in the Muggle Book shop” Harry came in and showed his three fathers.
It was a light lilac book, average size with gold accents.
On the cover, it read 'to my first choice, from your second - Y/N L/N’
I’M BACK LOVES!!!
sorry I went M.I.A. I am studying A lot because I have a Big Exam in June so yk. Also, I’m a lazy Bitch. Anyways you can now stop your enquiring about when will Part Two be out. It’s here now also on April Fool’s Day it’s not a joke though I promise. Also Happy Birthday to the Weasley Twins who are both very alive and well. Sorry for the like Year-long wait.
