#sirius black young

Imagine Sirius Black helping you out of a thunderstorm predicament.

requested by: anon!! i know you requested for a slytherin girlfriend but imagine this before the relationship begins! 

The thunder had been rolling for a while, crashing against the roof of Honeydukes - typical November weather. And you, terrified of thunderstorms, were stuck in the shop up until closing time. People were being asked to start leaving, students and residents alike, and you knew you should be leaving but you just couldn’t bring yourself to brave the thunderstorm. Every time you felt a surge of confidence and started toward the door, another crack of thunder would put you back into a corner, pretending to be browsing the sweets, but your insides shaking in fear and shame.

And now everyone was going home, out into the storm, and you knew you had to, too. But how could you?

“Hey,” a hand on your shoulder pulled your attention from your internal war. You turned to meet the cheeky eyes of one of those Gryffindor hooligans, the one you recognised as Regulus’ brother. “You gonna buy those whizbees or what? Shop’s closing.”

“O-oh, um,” your anxiety had you on edge to the point that this sudden human contact had you a little dizzy and the most intelligent response you could come out with was a few garbled noises.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, and then when they widened in realisation he dropped his hand from your shoulder. “Wait, you’re that Slytherin chick, aren’t you? Regulus’ mate.”

Your own eyes narrowed, your words snapping back to their right formation as you crossed your arms, picking up on the boy’s disdain. “Well, I don’t really know him- Ah!”

A bolt of lightning slashed the sky, a deep crack of thunder following immediately, and you couldn’t help but fall against the wall, knocking a couple of boxes of fizzing whizbees off the shelf behind you, fists clenched tight against the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You could have sworn the boy hid a laugh, but he knelt to gather the boxes at your feet. “Careful,” he scolded, “You might make a fool of yourself.”

You huffed at him as he put the boxes back on the shelf, but found you couldn’t quite match his witty tongue in this situation. Whether it was the storm or his presence, you were off your game. You helped him right the boxes in silence.

He turned to you, a brow raised as he placed the last box on the shelf. The smirk that seemed so at home on his face was vacant. “Are you alright?”

You arched a brow right back, immediately defensive. “I am.”

“You’re scared of the storm.”

His abrupt assumption had your brows knit together in a glare. “I’m not.” As if to spite you, a deep roll of thunder echoed through the room and your strong stance crumbled into one of fear. His eyes remained on you, but they weren’t mocking. You explained yourself with a clear of the throat, “Ahem. It’s the thunder.”

The smirk that you were keen to keep away slipped back onto his lips. But no, it wasn’t condescending or spiteful, like you expected. There was a light behind his eyes that painted that smirk a mischievous colour. He looked over his shoulder at the final customers that were preparing to go and made eye contact with a bespectacled friend of his. He jerked his head towards the shop and Glasses sent him a grin and a salute before leaving the shop.

You looked back at Black, not even trying to hide your confusion. “What did I just witness?”

He leant in towards you, whispered a quick “Come on,” and took your wrist, gently pulling you further into the shop.

“Hey- what!?” You squirmed out of his grasp, pulling his attention as he rolled his eyes and gave you a look. “Where are you taking me?”

“Away from the storm.” He stepped closer to you again, his voice low and almost seductive, a glint of wilderness in his eye. “Have you ever heard of the one-eyed-witch passageway?”

written by: archie