#fred weasley x wolfstar!daughter

[etherealacoustic]

Lifeless Eyes pt.3

Pairing - Wolfstar x daughter!OC, Fred Weasley x OC!

Summary - Nova Lupin-Black comes home for the Easter holidays and her parents are in for a shock.

Warnings - breakdown, depression and cursing.

Here is the final part of the small series, my first ever as well! Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing this <33

Link for pt.1 here

Link for pt.2 here

And before she knew it, a pair of arms were wrapped carefully around her vulnerable frame.

Sirius held her close, pulling his daughter close against him as much as possible, wanting to hide her away safely from all of her demons.

"Shhh," he murmured and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Da," she sobbed, her hands tightening as she gripped his shirt. "I c- can't- 's too much- I can't do- I'm sorry-"

"Hush love," Remus whispered from her side and rubbed her back. "Let it out".

"Pa," she stuttered and lifted up her head to look at him and Remus had never felt his heart being broken like this before.

A huge amount of pain had struck his chest as he looked at her destroyed state. He himself was shaking and he could also feel his eyes starting to water.

Her eyes on the other hand were crimson red, puffy and all wet with the tears that continued flowing down. She was shattered, as though she really had enough of everything.

Remus swallowed down his own lump and cupped her face, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm right here," he said desperately and she fell right into his arms.

"I'm right here," he repeated and shut his eyes tightly, a lone tear slipping down at last as he hugged her.

Nova Lupin-Black cried.

She cried and cried and cried.

She cried till there were no more tears left to fall, she cried till her throat was sore, she cried till her eyes were a deep red and her face a mess, she cried till every broken piece inside of her was free of all the emotions that were kept bottled inside for too long.

Her body stopped trembling after a few minutes and she lifted her head from its place on Remus' shoulder.

She let a deep breath escape her lips as she wiped her face, feeling her heart lighten at the breakdown.

"Sit down," Sirius instructed softly and directed her towards the bed while also handing her a glass of water.

"Feeling better now?" Remus asked.

"Loads," she answered and sniffed. "My shoulders seemed to have lost half the weight".

The two just smiled at her, their faces the embodiment of gentleness and comfort. They glanced at each other and both had the same thoughts.

They sat in silence after that, both men in no way intending to pressure or rush her.

"Can- can I tell you everything?" Nova broke the quiet hesitatingly.

"Course you can, love," Sirius grinned, extremely glad at her decision.

"Take it at your own pace," Remus suggested. "Go slow if it gets too hard".

She nodded gratefully but was then stumped, "From where do I even start?" She laughed nervously.

"Anyhow you like it," they said in unison.

"Alright," she said and bit her lip before beginning. "Well I've been like this for the past 3-4 months at least. And I didn't know what was happening. One day everything just suddenly went dull, black and ugly. I was no longer happy, or enthusiastic or passionate about anything anymore. It took a lot of effort to even smile, you know? It was like my face was a statue, like my very heart had gone numb".

"Dolores Umbridge," she muttered suddenly and both of their eyes narrowed at the rather familiar name. "She's the main reason, Dad," she mumbled, addressing them both.

"That woman is horrible, vile, cruel, evil, monstrous and every other synonym there is left. She tortured everyone, Da!" She exclaimed with slight emotion.

Sirius didn't say anything but Remus noticed the way his jaw had tightened considerably.

"She- She still has us read all those useless textbooks that have nothing apart from ridiculously long theories and boring passages. We still don't do any practicals because she's afraid we're gonna start our own army or something. And she's turning a blind to Voldemort as well! Talking about Cedric that way-" her voice broke as she took a minute to collect herself.

Cedric Diggory. Her best friend, the type of brother she never had. The loving, handsome, funny, brave and pure Hufflepuff.

Her Ced, whose memory was tainted everyday by the woman's false statements.

Now the only thing Nova felt was anger, and both of her parents sensed it quickly.

"I tried Pa," she said honestly and looked at him, her grey eyes meeting his honey ones. "I really tried to be as quiet as possible and not let her taunts get to me. And I was good, seriously I was".

He nodded, knowing there was a huge but coming up. He wasn't angry at her of course, he knew she had tried.

"But you can't expect me to stay quiet when that bitch mentions you," she said through gritted teeth.

"She what?" Sirius asked sharply, his gaze an identical one to his daughter's.

"Yes she did!" Nova said, glad that someone was now on the same level of furious as her.

"What did she say?" Remus questioned, his mind once again filling with thoughts of self-hatred.

"I can't even say it for merlin's sake! She- she insulted you because of- because of your furry little problem. In front of the whole fucking class!" Nova seethed.

"She did not," Sirius now whispered in a deadly tone.

"She did, Da!" Niva riled him up even more, but the pair fell silent at Remus' warning look.

"What did you do?" He asked cautiously, not wanting her to be in trouble because of him.

"I defended you," she answered with an innocent smile that was failing to hide the satisfied smirk. "Respectfully".

"Sure you did," he scoffed but a smile spread across his face anyways at seeing Sirius high-five her and at the huge grin adorning her face now.

"I got detention, but it was worth it," she shrugged. "And don't you dare tell me off for that. Even if you do, it'll be all worthless as I'd do the entire thing again in a heartbeat," she warned.

"I won't say anything," he rolled his eyes playfully. "But you should've been careful".

"Godric do I feel so much better now that I've got everything off," she laughed .

She laughed.

The two men stared at her for a second before laughing out loud themselves.

"This was the main part, the rest was just stress, tension, pressure from the exams and studies," she added.

"Sure?"

"Sure," she nodded. "Hogwarts has really become a terrible place since that wretched thing has stepped foot inside. I don't even wanna go back," she mumbled.

"No problem!" Sirius said with a very obvious glint in his eyes. "We have a teacher at home, you'll be all set".

Remus shook his head as the two shared a wicked laugh. "As much as I would love to keep you here, darling, you have to go. Unfortunately".

Nova faked a pout and huffed dramatically before resigning to her fate. "Well, the force can't always be with me".

He chuckled and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, "What did she have you doing in detentions?"

Silence. And more silence.

Remus' smile faded as his eyes glanced between Nova and Sirius, who looked a bit anxious too.

"Love, what are you not telling us?" Sirius asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion and also anger at Umbridge.

"I- um- she had me doing lines," she answered, not fully honest but not lying either.

"And?" Remus prodded her, knowing there was something to add.

She sighed, her eyes wandering for a second before she slowly lifted up her sleeve and put forward her left hand.

All that followed her action was a deadly calmness, one that was so intense that she was sure there was going to be a murder happening soon.

Remus swallowed and his eyes pierced the swollen skin of his daughter's hand, his entire figure radiating anger.

"Always a monster, always a disgrace," Sirius read it out through gritted teeth. "She's etched these words, Nova!"

"She didn't do it by herself," Nova mumbled. "I was given a blood-quill, where you use your own blood to write and the words appear on your hand".

"That absolutely revolting and bloody maniac-" An endless stream of curses fell from his lips as he paced around the room.

"Pa?" Nova said cautiously.

Remus didn't say anything and just took her hand in his, his touch filled with every bit of gentleness that his eyes were failing to provide at the moment. He tapped the red skin with his wand and she hissed a little as he healed the deep cuts.

"It looks fresh," Sirius added as he sat down again and watched the wound being treated.

"Well I did have my last detention just a day before coming here".

"For how long?" Remus questioned.

"Almost a month now".

"Why didn't you send a letter?" Sirius muttered and was already planning different ways to commit a crime.

"She would've intercepted it and the result would be more detentions," Nova grumbled. "But it's okay though, I'm fine now".

"It's not okay!" Remus exclaimed. "It's not right to use these things on students. This is a form of torture for godric's sake!"

"I know, Pa," she nodded and spoke softly. "And believe me I would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of her, but it'll not only land me, but us all in trouble too. And it's not worth the risk".

"And where did that girl go who always quoted, 'What's life without a little risk?'" Sirius frowned, not at all liking this.

"I'm still the same, Da," Nova smiled. "But it's really not worth it".

"It bloody is, it's you who's on the line. It's worth every fucking risk," Remus scowled but he did understand.

"Yeah yeah whatever," she brushed it off and flopped onto his lap while keeping her legs in Sirius'.

"If you happen to get the news of Dolores Umbridge mysteriously turning bald, I didn't do anything," he said suddenly and the other two burst out laughing.

"You'll be the first to know," Nova grinned and poked his stomach.

The trio sat there till it was quite late. Just speaking randomly and enjoying each other's presence after being away for so long.

"I'll go get some water," Nova got up holding her stomach as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, the reason being Sirius' very bad joke.

She still had a smile on her face as she reached the kitchen and was met with her best friends.

"Hey boys," she greeted cheerfully and the two turned around unbelievably fast.

"Nov," George breathed out and his lips rugged upwards at seeing her back. He quickly went over and hugged her tightly, almost squeezing the life out of her.

She grinned and pulled away to see him pushing Fred towards her and then shooting them a wink before leaving the two alone.

"Hey Freddie," she whispered softly and snaked her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.

"Hullo love," he smiled giddily and wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers with double the passion.

He kissed her with every bit of emotion that was filling his heart, all for her. He kissed her as a sorry for not doing more, for not helping out more. He kissed her as a thank you for fighting the battle and coming out victorious. He kissed her lovingly, feeling his happiness rise upon seeing hers.

"Thank you," she said after they pulled away. Breathless and overwhelmed.

"Every time," he replied and pecked her cheek gently.

"And sorry too".

"I'll take that one as well".

The couple laughed like buffoons, being crazily drunk over each other that they were unable to form a meaningful sentence.

Fred gave her a beautiful smile and wrapped her in an embrace, "I love you".

Her lips twitched and she leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth and intimacy. "I love you too".

She then pulled back and gave him one last kiss before saying good night.

"Night," he whispered back and watched with a daze as she walked up the stairs.

Nova still had the red hue that had coated her cheeks during the kiss and as she entered her room, her parents were quick to spot it.

"Took you long enough to just get some water, eh?" Sirius teased and lifted his eyebrows while Remus smirked.

"Oh shut up," she grumbled and laughed despite herself as she finally settled on the bed.

"Of course," Remus smiled, one that wasn't sincere in any kind of way making her roll her eyes.

"Sleep now," Sirius said after toning down the teasing session and turning off the lights.

"Yeah," she answered, grabbing the blankets and closing her eyes.

"Love you, darling," said Remus.

"Tons and tons," completed Sirius.

"I love you 3000," she offered them a cheeky grin and wink before letting sleep take her.

The two men chuckled fondly at her antics, glad to have their little star once again. They looked at her adoringly before gazing at each other with the same amount of love.

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[wolfstardaughter-jj]

Y/n: *literally just existing*

Fred from afar: *staring lovingly*

Fred: look at her...I would die for her...I would kill for her...either way, what bliss?

George:

Lee:

Everybody near him:

Fred:...I said that out loud, didn't I?

#freddie<3 #wolfstar daughter #y/n lupin black #fred #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley smut #the weasleys #weasley twins #the weasley twins #george weasley #lee jordan #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #fred being a simp #gomez addams #gomez and morticia #addams family #morticia addams #wolfstar

[robynlilyblack]

Always little wolf

Fred Weasley x wolfstars daughter! reader

Summary: While y/n and Fred walk home in the snow, the simplest conversation makes Fred sure of one thing, he's going to marry that girl

Warnings: established relationship, kinda luna lovegood type reader, reader loves random facts, kissing, so much fluff, one proofread

A/n: 0.7k words, day 4 we have another fluffy little blurb with freddie and wolfstars adopted daughter, enjoy xx

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“Did you know…”

Fred’s already chuckling, the sight of you trying to get on your big fluffy coat whilst tipsy was cute enough, but combine it with an excited random fact? You have his heart melting like crazy. He was used to your random trivia but never grew tired of it, he loved it in fact, especially as it hardly ever related to anything you were doing.

Like when he first met you, you had tagged along with Harry and his dad, your godfather, James, to the quidditch world cup, instead of a 'did you know this about quidditch fact' whilst you walked up the stands with him him, he got a 'did you know otters hold hands while sleeping so they don’t float away from one another?'

It was safe to say he had been at your mercy ever since

"...that...one second...that s-"

“Here…” he gently interrupts your fact before you can start, helping you get your hand through the sleeve “...good girl” he pecks your forehead, adoring the the grin he receives as you cheese up at him, eyes glassy, clearly only half here but the love in your eyes shines through

After one last shout goodbye to those at the party you and Fred brave the cold, his hand finding yours before guiding into his larger pocket to keep it warm

“It’s snowing” you note, free hand coming to wrap around his bicep, as your cheek presses into it

“It is...almost as pretty as you my love” he flirts, adoring your giggle before you let out a little yip, head shooting up to look at him as you move away slightly to smile up at him “What?”

“I forgot to tell you the fact” you say softly and his heart warms, secretly glad you remembered

“Hit me” he flashes you a goofy grin, unable to hold it back as he wraps his arm around you and leads you down the now snow dusted path

“Did you know that Scotland's national animal is a unicorn because there was this wizard whose pet unicorn followed him into a muggle battle?” you say, a little slurred and in a higher pitched tone, the same one you always used when saying your little facts  

Fred chuckles, pulling you a little closer into his side “Seriously?” 

“Siriusly” you start giggling 

“See this is the stuff Binns should have taught us…” Fred shakes his head “...actually you know what lovely? You should try and poach his job” he presses a kiss to your hat clad temple 

“Nah” you shake your head 

“Why not? You love facts, adorable at telling them, cute as a button so all the guys and gals will crush on you, be closer to your dads and uncle” he lists with a shrug, genuinely surprised you wouldn’t be interested

You stop walking, gently removing yourself from Fred's grip and taking his hands in yours instead. His eyebrows pinch but his face soon softens into a smile as he sees you shining up at him 

“Because then I wouldn’t see my favourite person everyday...” you answer simply, easily, almost like it should have been obvious but the next bit floors him "...and when I find out a new fact I can't tell anyone else until i've told you, I always tell you first"

He always felt it in his heart that he was going to marry you one day, but this was the moment he knew for sure...so much that in less than a weeks time you would be saying that three letter word to make it a reality

“Merlin I love you...” the words tumble out breathlessly in the same manor as yours "...so much...so...so much" he emphasises squeezing your hands

Your smile widens at that, a giggle escaping as you step forward, chests grazing “Ditto” you shine, placing a sweet kiss to his nose

He doesn’t let you pull away fully, instead dips down to capture your lips, hands slipping out of yours to cup your chilled cheeks while the snow lightens around you for a moment, large flakes fluttering down slowly like you were in some movie. The cold forgotten for a moment as your warm lips dance with one another, your hands gliding up to find his chest, not caring that it made your fingertips go numb

Your lips still ghost the others as you break away, your cheeks rising with your smile in his light grip as you whisper “Did you know if you remind yourself you aren’t a fish your hiccups will stop?” 

“You're pulling my leg” he whispers back

“Wanna bet Weasley?” you say letting your lips meet again tentatively

“With you? Always little wolf”

Thank you for reading ♡

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley and you #fred weasley #fred and reader #fred x reader #fred x you #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley blurb #wolfstar daughter #wolfstar x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #robbiesadventcalendar

[leviosatothestars]

just imagining (canon compliant) Theodore Nott dating fem!Wolfstar!reader and like the angst of it because realistically, Sirius’ daughter dating a Slytherin?? Sirius’ daughter dating a Nott?? A very well known family of followers of Voldemort? And all Remus knows about Theo is that he was the quietest of the boys in reader and Theo’s year and that he didn’t spend time with Draco and Draco’s friends. Sirius tries to get information from Harry and Harry doesn’t even know Theo exists so he asks Hermione who Theo is and Hermione rolls her eyes because Theo is not only a lone wolf and quiet, but he’s highly skilled in Potions and Ancient Runes and it frustrates Hermione because she has never once seen Theo in the library studying.

(Non-canon compliant because Enzo is a fanon character) So Harry asks Neville, Seamus, and Dean for more information because while Remus knows enough information to judge now, Sirius is still not too happy about this arrangement. Harry learns from Neville, Seamus, and Dean that Theo rarely speaks, but they have seen the boy hang out with Enzo and Blaise on numerous occasions.

Sirius is still not too pleased because while he now knows Theo is not a complete loner who’s intelligent is normal Pureblood subjects, Theo is friends with a Zabini, a rich and powerful family, and a Berkshire, a Pureblood family not part of the Sacred 28 and Sirius isn’t too impressed in the choice of friends the Nott boy has made. Sirius asks Harry to get Ron’s brothers, known pranksters and troublemakers who are good friends of reader, to pull a prank in Theo’s vicinity to see how the Slytherin reacts. Sirius believes that a guy who doesn’t enjoy pranks isn’t good enough for his daughter.

So Fred and George pull off a prank on Lorenzo Berkshire while Enzo’s spending time with Blaise and Theo. The twins somehow, I’m not good at writing pranks, get paint all over Enzo and Blaise and Theo by accident. Enzo’s trying to laugh it off because it’s Fred and George, they obviously didn’t mean any harm while Blaise is disgruntled and trying to not hex the twins because now he has to wash paint out of his hair which is not an easy task and he’s just praying the paint Fred & George used wasn’t acrylic. Theo’s smirking and holding back a chuckle at Enzo and Blaise’s reactions, not even noticing the paint that splattered onto him. Fred and George are rolling around on the grass, laughing so hard their lungs hurt and while all of this is happening, reader is only standing a distance away, mouth ajar and eyes wide because Fred and George had sworn Theo would be off limits now that Theo was dating reader.

I might honestly end up writing this myself because I’m so hooked on it now. Also, in my mind fem!Wolfstar!reader is also a Ravenclaw and secretly highly mischievous.

#Slytherin boys #Wolfstar!reader #Wolfstar!daughter #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #Fred and George Weasley #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #Harry Potter #Hermione Granger #neville longbottom #seamus finnigan #Dean Thomas #deamus #thestarsaretalking

[pbielik]

FRIANA

I wanna be your lover

I don't wanna be your friend...

*'*

You don't know what you've got

'Till it's gone, my dear

#hogwarts #fanfic #polska #wattpad #wizarding schools #wolfstar daughter #marauders #wolfstar #slytherin #gryffindor #fred weasley #oc #fem oc #slytherin girls #noble and most ancient house of black #gryffindor x slytherin #love triangle #second wizarding war #first wizarding war #death eaters #order of the phoenix #Spotify

[moonstruck-poet]

Fred Weasley Masterlist

Lifeless Eyes

Lifeless Eyes pt.2

Lifeless Eyes pt.3

No Sleeping

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter #golden trio #fred weasley x reader fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x wolfstar daughter

[xxmarcxline]

001 - THE GETAWAY CAR - “enchanted!”

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

ENCHANTED MASTERLIST!

By no means do I support R*wling’s biased views! This profile is meant to be a safe space promoting escapism <3

TW: none ( although, please feel free to message me if you believe i missed some!! )

THE WEASLEYS’ FLYING CAR LET OUT A distant honk that broke the quiet of the woodland night. It drew your gaze off the several critters that chittered in annoyance as you set your sights on the sudden brightness from the other side of your window.

For two months—two months too long, Harry Potter had given you and everyone else no sign of life. He had yet to reply to any of the mountains of letters you, Ron, and Hermione had sent over the eight weeks that had passed.

That day at King’s Cross Station, he had asked everyone to keep in touch over the summer, that everyone (he not-so-subtly turned specifically to you, Hermione and Ron affirmed upon exchanging a silent gaze) remember to send their owls and exchange letters about everything and nothing at all. And that had been exactly what you did—that was the case for three of you, at least.

At first, golden boy’s silence had been, what you believed, was but a delay of Hedwig’s travel. Godric knows that poor owl would lack nutrition in a madhouse like the Dursleys. But as weeks, and eventually, months went by, all three of you had grown all the more concerned, eventually evoking this ingenious escapade.

“You have got to be joking!” you breathed, jaw slack in awe as you tugged your window open. “Please tell me at least one of you has a clue about what you’re doing. . .”

The redheads simply grinned, exchanging a humorous look between them, as though a joke had been told and you were the only one who lacked its context. Ron was leaning out of the back window of the old turquoise blue car, which was parked in midair.

“Stupid question,” he scoffed in amusement. “We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t, now would we?” His tone was almost incredulous as you stared at the three brothers, eyes blown wide and locks going a shade of bright blue and lilac.

The near-silent squeaks from the top of your head drew everyone’s attention to the little bowtruckle that had climbed from its original place on your shoulder. “Oh, ‘ello Bowie!”

The said creature only chittered angrily. Unlike your puffskein and that troublesome owl, Hermes, Bowie hadn’t been as pleased with the thought of sharing you. Having been present from when you were but a babe wrapped in blankets and to this day, stood in a sweater and trousers before the open windowsill, he has grown in your company and become an extension of you; leaving your side for Hogwarts had not been a choice, as he snuck into your pockets, just as he had every time you left the cottage.

“I was under the impression that we’d be flying there—”

“Exactly what we’re doing—” The twin sat in the driver’s seat (you believed it to be Fred) interjected dumbly.

“I meant on our brooms, you idiots!”

To that, they exchanged a baffled glance. To think they wondered how you’d known about their illegal flying contraption.

“Never you mind,” Ron shook his head, “Now come on! We’re burning moonlight!”

You only gazed at them for a moment more. It was an astonishing, and admittedly impressive sight. Without a thought of self-preservation, you climbed aboard the flying contraption, not a care in the world for the ground that promised great risk fifteen feet below you.

As the car took off and you glanced to where your father stood, waving you goodbye, you couldn’t help but fear that this would be the last you would see such a sight. While you trusted your friends deeply, you hadn’t a clue if your life was truly all that safe in their fumbling hands.

“You wouldn’t happen to have some form of insurance, would you?” you gazed at Ron’s elder twin brothers, who grinned at you from over their shoulders. “And what the bloody hell is that supposed to be, little Miss Mood Ring?”

To that, you could only sigh, gazing down with pursed lips as Bowie moved to hide within your sweater’s pocket.

This was going to be a particularly long night.

Time passed rather quickly for the four Gryffindors, blanketed from Muggle eyes by the car’s invisibility feature.

Meanwhile, at number four, Privet Drive, Harry Potter dreamed he was on show, in a zoo, with a card reading ‘UNDERAGE WIZARD’ attached to his cage. People goggled through the bars at him as he lay, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He saw Dobby, the house elf from earlier in the crowd, and shouted out, asking for help, but Dobby called, “Harry Potter is safer there, sir!” and vanished. Then, he saw you, effortlessly pretty with your bowtruckle atop your head as always, gliding through the crowd unbothered, clueless of his struggle. He wanted to call out to you, beg for you to save him, when the Dursleys appeared and Dudley rattled the bars of the cage, mocking his pleas.

“Stop it,” Harry muttered as the rattling pounded in his sore head. “Leave me alone. . . cut it out. . . Please. . .” your name spilled his lips as he muttered in his sleep.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes. Moonlight was shining through the bars on his window. And someone—rather, a pair of familiar faces were giggling through the bars at him: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone alongside the very face he had subconsciously conjured and yearned to see again.

Ron Weasley and [Y/N] Black-Lupin were outside Harry’s window.

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[midnightmoonytales]

𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔽.𝕎

Wolfstar!daughter x Fred Weasley

A/n: AU where everyone lives and VoldyMoldy is nonexistent. The song wont start until a little down the line. I've listening to the same song on repeat for three hours because if I changed songs I wouldn't have gotten it done. Also no shame to Snape I love him T^T also, this is dedicated to my Tumblr bestie @ghostofscarley who I hoped had an amazing day. Love you ghost

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now.

1.7K Words

*Not edited*

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"Come on pup, you can do it." Sirius motioned towards himself. "Come to papa, pup." You, staring up at him from beside the arm chair, Remus was currently sitting in. Watching his lover and you from above his book. Slowly inching one leg into the air, only to slam it back down, babbling nonsense. Turning to stare up at Remus, grabbing a handful of his trousers in your small hand.

Remus chuckling under his breath, seeing the hope in Sirius eyes disappear as their child grabbed onto him. "Go to him little one, papa calling you." Ushering you to turn around and face Sirius.

Finally facing him, looking at him questionably before showing the gummiest smile to him as he opened his arms. "I know you can do it pup, papa wants some love from his favorite girl." One leg after the other, you finally reaching him. Scooping you up in his arms, swinging you around in the air. "There's my little pup, you walked just like a big girl. I'm so proud of you"

The sound of a camera going off alerting Sirius, pulling you back down into his chest. Turning around to see Remus holding a camera, smiling. " It was too precious not to capture." Remus spoke finally, leaving the room so he can dip the photo into the developer.

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The first time Sirius ever mentioned getting you a broom to Remus, he was instantly shut down. Remus stating you were too young and that it was too dangerous. Given thar After months, and months, and moths later Remus finally got on board. "She cannot go higher than we can reach, understood?" Remus sternly said, Sirius just shacking his head. The only thought in his head, him showing off to James that you are already learning how to fly.

Later that day, making his way down to Diagon Alley to get you a broom so you could start practicing right away. But not forgetting the groceries Remus told him to get along the way. "I'm home!" he shouted across the house, slamming the door shut with his foot.

Carrying everything in his arms, excited to show you, you're surprise. The sounds of multiple feet pattering across the floor board of the house. Remus shouts flowing across the hall where he chased you down, hair brush in hand. Sirius chuckling, as you took refuge in his arms. A wicked grin appearing on his face. "Who wants to open their gift!" Sirius asked you, reaching towards the counter to show you a long, paper wrapped present sitting in front of you.

Shouts of I do, I do, I do, spilling out of your mouth as you slashed your way out of his arms. Remus giving up on trying to do your hair. Swiftly pulling it into a ponytail as you tore the wrapping paper apart. "Can I go fly it now Papa, Dad?" You're pleading eyes, pulling at Sirius heart strings.

"After dinner, than all of us can go out there together." Remus butted in, knowing his lover would give in. With a huff you agreed, deciding that you rather have both parents there to watch you.

Sirius waited patiently for you to eat, watching as you spread your food around your plate to make it seem you ate more than you did. Knowing that he did the same thing once upon a time. Gathering all the dirty dishes aa Remus ushered you to eat a few more bites.

Finally after getting you to eat a few more pieces, the three of you ushering outside. Them explaining, step-by-step, slowly. "Look! Look! I'm doing it! Papa, Dad look!" You exclaimed, slightly loosing balance as you rose into the air. Both their hands going under your broom in the event that you fall. Leveling back out evenly, they left you rise higher. Sirius smiling as he watched you from the ground.

"Hogwarts better watch out, a new little star making their way into town." Sirius joked, the feeling proud of the angel in front of him.

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The feeling that I'm loosing her forever, and without really entering her world, I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter that funny little girl.

The feeling that I'm losing her forever, and without really entering her world, I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter that funny little girl, I try to capture every minute , the feeling in it, slipping through my feelings.

The sounds of people rushing throughout the house in an early-morning rush. Books floating throughout the air. Dishes from the previously eaten breakfast sitting in the sink. After the sheer amount of chaos that ensured that morning, you made your way to Platform 9 3/4.

Turning to your parents, giving them an anxious smile. Sirius and Remus told you many of their adventures when they went to Hogwarts, from snape to the Marauders map, which you totally didn't have in mind to steal from Filch's office. That's the same time you learned who filch was and how he was a buzzkill.

Sirius giving you once last pat before he pulled you close. Embracing you, "don't forget about me y' hear, you're still my little pup." Laughing as you pulled away.

"I'll be okay papa! I'll write you all the time." You say, going to give Remus a hug too before departing.

And that's what you did, every Saturday you sent your parents a letter. When Sirius found out that you were sorted into Slytherin he was livid, stating that the sorting hat was wrong. Remus talking some sense into him, and how not all Slytherin is wrong. For example, their little pup being the definition of a good Slytherin.

Eventually, you went to being like her parents. Snapes worst nightmare, when he learned there was a Lupin-Black he thought he was going insane. It was safe to say, you were each others worst nightmare.

They also learned that you were best friends with the Weasley twins, eventually the three of you were so close the Weasley started attending the annual summer feast.

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Sleep in our eyes, I let precious time go by then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of wonderful and a sense of guilt I cant dent, what happened to the wonderful adventures the places I had planned for us to go.

It was just the crack of dawn, Sirius and you sitting in the kitchen where you, the Potters, and the Weasleys were all staying. No a creature in sight, nor the sound of others. It was the summer before sixth year, everyone going down to the cabin we have on the beach for a week.

It was an excuse for parents to relax and spill gossip with each other as their kids hanged out. Usually off playing quidditch for the millionth time or swimming in the salty ocean. Like clockwork you and Sirius were sitting at the table looking at photos from previous summers while talking about how school was.

Sirius listening as you boasted about becoming Slytherins captain and how it was definitely hard with Harry keen eye, but it wasn't impossible. Along with all the mischief the twins and you had gotten into and how you all turned snapes hair bright pink.

Around an hour later, the sound of a pair of feet coming down the stairs alerted Sirius. A mop of red hair making it way into the kitchen with an strangled g' morning through a yawn. Watching you lighten up when you see Fred, snuggling into his side as he gives you your usual quick morning hug.

"Do you remember we put those nasty smelling bugs inside the teacher lounge back in fifth year?" You asked, looking up a Fred smiling, eye hazy as if remembering the moment.

" We got detention for a week for it! I still say it was worth it though." Fred commented back laughing. Not loud enough to wake everyone else up. The two engrossed in memories, Sirius sitting back watching the two children be blindless to falling for each other. The not to subtle glances and small squeezes and you lean into him laughing.

Smiling sadly as he watched his little girl grow. No longer only needing just your fathers, sharing your love with another one. Even if you don't know it just yet. That's how the rest of the trip was, watching you enjoy yourself and find comfort in another. Hating that he had to share you, but not intervening.

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Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, She keeps on growing, Slipping through my fingers all the time, Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time,

Standing outside the door, Sirius pulling himself together. Barley being able to grasp the fact that his little girl is getting married. And after getting married its kid- "You okay? Remus nudged him, questionably looking at him from the side. Nodding his head and taking a breath.

"Just trying to grasp the fact that our little girl isn't so...little," He spoke melancholily. Holding his husbands hand. "I am too, I am too..." Remus squeezed his hand before opening the door to Ginny's room where you were getting ready.

"Papa! Dad!" Turning around from the mirror to look at your parents. The first time they got to see you in your dress. "Don't cry your gonna make me cry and Hermione worked really hard on this makeup" You said, pulling a tissue to your water line so you don't ruin your makeup.

"You're absolutely stunning pup," Sirius spoke out, spinning you around to see the whole dress. "He going to be blown away." It was getting closer to the start of the wedding. You couldn't believe it, after 4 years of dating Fred asked both of your parents if he could marry you. Them agreeing along with an extensive amounts of death threats if he ever you. And today was actually the day. Bill and Fleur got married five months back and it was now Fred's and yours turn. The sound of Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone making their way downstairs to find their seats outside, taking a deep breath. " I'm ready." Latching both your arms into theirs, you made your way downstairs and to the start of the isle. Anxious to walk down the Isle, but soon calming down seeing your teary eyed lover standing down at the end. Unwrapping both of your parents slipping a kiss on both of their cheeks, "I love you," mouthed quietly to both of them as they sit down.

Sirius and Remus watching their not so little girl slipping from their fingers.

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OMG I'M DONE HEHE. I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR 5 HOURS MY BACK IS ABSOLUTELY DEAD. I'M PEACEFULLY GOING TO CRASH! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED AND HAVE AN AMAZING REST OF YOUR DAY. BE AWARE IM POSTING THIS WITHOUT EVEN READING IT BC I JUST WANT IT OUT AND AFTER I SLEEP AND HELP CLEAN TOMORROW ILL GO AND CLEAN IT UP - Yours Truly Grimmie

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And I Love Her ~ Harry Potter X Reader ~ Chapter 1: The Swatter, The Fly, And The Audacity Of This Guy

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Description: Y/n Lupin-Black, the daughter of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Her and her best friend, Ron Weasley, met Harry Potter on the Hogwarts express and immediately became friends with him, along with Hermione Granger. She falls for him but the real question is, does he love her?

Additional information: AU where Remus is trans (AFAB). The reader dresses grungey in the story cuz it's the 90s so why not, I also love the grunge aesthetic. I have also made a playlist for this story. Ron and Y/n were introduced to each other when they were young and became best friends. Y/n is also really close to Fred and George and likes to prank people with them. I'm probably going to put the clothes that Y/n is wearing at the top but if that gets annoying just tell me pls. I'm also going to put this on Wattpad. I'm also going to come up with weird title because Y/n is the daughter of Wolfstar so I makes sense.

Warning(s): Dementors, screaming(?)

Pairing(s): Harry x Reader, Remus x Sirius

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"Here, this one is empty," Hermione says as the four of us walk through the Hogwarts Express, trying to find a seat. 

"Good," Harry says as all of us step into the cabin. He closes the door, "I have something to tell you."

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asks.

"You guys have heard of Sirius Black, right?" Harry questions.

"Yeah," Hermione, Ron, and I say simultaneously. 

I know that Sirius is my dad but with everything that goes around about him, my other dad told me to never tell anyone that Sirius is my dad, or at least until I am out of Hogwarts. I feel like I know almost everything about him, my dad talks about him so often.

"Ron's dad told me that Black was the one who sold my parents to Voldemort. He said that he's broke out of Azkaban to kill me," Harry explains.

"Well, then we won't let that happen," I tell him.

"Thank you," Harry says to me and smiles. 

I smile back, "You're welcome." I grab my Army green canvas sling bag that my dad gave me before I started my first year, and put a never-ending charm on it. I reach into the bag and grab my Discman. "Music?" 

"Sure," Ron replies. I already had the Nevermind disc in it so I just pressed play. Smells Like Teen Spirit starts playing. The four of us talk about our summer while Nirvana plays in the background. After the album is finished I switch it to Metallica, and after that, to August and Everything After. Mr. Jones starts playing then the train comes to a sudden stop with a violent jolt. Everything gets cold, the window gets very frosty, and the lights go out. The music starts cutting out and then shuts off. 

A hand grabs the door and pushes it open, a huge hooded creature appears in the doorway. Fear falls over me, it feels like I'll never be cheerful again. It goes to Harry, he starts shaking like he was having a seizure. 

The creature hovers over to me, everything around me goes quiet, then that silence is filled with barely coherent screaming. The words become clearer it sounds like “NO! SIRIUS! HE’S INNOCENT! NO! I NEED HIM! SIRI!” Then everything goes black and silent again.

I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke up Harry was also waking up. Harry picks up his glasses off of the seat and we both sit up. I look up to see my father, Remus Lupin, kneeling in front of me.

"Are you all right, pup?" He asks while holding my face.

I nod, “Yeah, all right.”

Dad pulls me into a near bone-crushing hug, “I’m glad you’re all right.” He pulls away from the embrace and kissed my forehead.

Dad grabs some chocolate out of his pocket and hands Harry and me a piece of it, "Here, eat this. It'll help. It's alright, it's chocolate."

Harry sits upright and takes the piece of chocolate from my dad, "What was that thing?"

"A dementor," Dad explains, "one of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. They're searching the train for Sirius Black. Now if you'll excuse me I need to have a little word with the driver."

"Can I go with you?" I ask him as I finish the chocolate that he previously gave me.

"No I want you to stay here, please," He tells me then sets the rest of the chocolate on the seat between me and Harry

I nod, "Okay, dad."

Dad turns to Harry, "Eat, you'll feel better." He closes the door and then walks away. 

"Y/n, what is your dad doing here?" Hermione asks.

"He is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," I tell her.

"That explains a lot," She states. "Who is your mom? If you don't mind me asking."

"Um..." I start but stop and think of how I am going to explain it. "Technically... that is my mom. He's trans and doesn't like being associated with feminine things very much, so he prefers me calling him dad rather than mom." 

"Oh, who's your other dad?" She asks,

"It's not important," I answer.

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry," She apologizes.

"It's alright," I say, "It doesn't matter, I can't even remember him, I haven't seen him in twelve years."

"That's even worse," Ron mutters.

"Well at least he's not dead," Harry says, "Or is he?"

"No, he's not dead," I respond.

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~new year's eve party at the Weasley's~

Y/n, who's extremely drunk: Harold, I have something to tell you but it's a secret okay!

Harry who is very sober: Y/n, I won't tell a soul.

~later on~

Harry: RON! RON! RON! Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON ONE OF YOUR BROTHERS!

Ron who is also very very drunk: BLOODY HELL! SERIOUSLY?!? ohhhh I wonder who it is... Percy? No he's a git...Charlie?! No, she doesn't really know him that well... BILL?!? Wait no, he's engaged... George? Wait or is it Fred? Wait which one of them is which....oh crap....*big gasp* WHAT IF ITS GINNY?! Wait no, she's my sis-

Harry:... It's Fred

Ron: OHHHHHH!!!

Ron:

Ron: which one of them is Fred again?

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hi love! could you maybe do this one “I need to tell you something...” with dads!wolfstar or just dad!remus (and yes bisexual!reader!)? <3 thank you if you do and I understand if not <33

It’s okay to like both

dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader 

Summary: Remus and Sirius’ daughter is having a hard time figuring out her feelings, after getting overwhelmed at a family event, she finally tells them she’s bi

Warnings: comfort fluff, Sirius and Remus being the greatest dads, mentions of food and drinking, Dorca being a fab aunt

A/n: 1.8k words, hi cutie! yeah of course, I actually almost did the original as wolfstar but i wasn't sure if thats what the requester wanted, see the solo Sirius one here, again i hope i did a good job with this, enjoy 💛

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You were sat on a bit of wall listening to your godbrother gush over how pretty Ginny looked “You probably don’t get it but she’s just…” he sighs looking over at her “I just want to hold her hand and brush her hair…merlin I must sound so pathetic” he whines head falling into his hands

Looking over at the girl you see her giggling and smiling with Hermione, Harry was right she did look stunning, more so than usual but there was an ache in your chest that he didn’t think you would understand the attraction

“You aren’t pathetic it’s sweet” you assure him, hand on his shoulder as he leaned on the wall beside you

Harry places his hand on top of yours “Speaking of Weasleys?” he points to Fred and George arriving

You chuckle nervously, watching as Fred and Ginny hugged before engaging in conversation, the two of them your definition of bi panic. You had gotten over your crush on Ginny some time ago, she was better suited for Harry…or Luna if she was into women, while your crush on Fred was still debatable, it didn’t help everyone saying you were perfect for each other

Even if that fact was true you couldn’t help but feel like they were putting you in a box, a box that stopped you from pursuing any kind of relationship. You would think having gay dads you wouldn’t feel so nervous, hell you could even see your aunties Marlene and Dorcas dancing together with their toddler at that very moment, you were surrounded by openly out people yet you were utterly terrified

You knew your friends would accept you, but understanding you was a different story. You knew your dad, Sirius, had dated women in that past but the way he talked about it made it sound like he was in denial. Your other dad, Remus, had dated a boy called Grant before finally getting with Sirius for good, and your aunties had only ever been with each other.

You felt like the way you were was…wrong but that wasn’t the quite the right word, more strange. Because you liked both, you had tried to stick one way or the other, force yourself into the straight or gay box but every time some cute girl or guy would come along and your little heart would flutter like crazy

“Earth to y/n” Harry waves his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you look around to see Ginny, Fred and your godbrother all looking at you somewhere between amused and concerned

“Alright love?” Fred asks with a smile you could just melt in to

You nod “Yeah just spaced” you tilt your head side to side

You felt Ginny’s hand move to your forehead “You sure?” she asks and you feel your face heat “Maybe it’s the sun”

“I’m fine really” you try to assure them

You felt more than a little panicked with the attention especially as you couldn’t tell them the real reason

They didn't look convinced “I can get you a drink lo…” Fred motions to the table but you cut him off abruptly

You jump down from the wall “No I’m fine” you say ruder than you meant, instantly feeling bad “I’m fine, I'm normal, I'm fine” you repeat making your way back into the house, feeling embarrassed and confused

They all watched you leave looking deflated, Fred worse than the others

“You want me to go after her?” Ginny asks Harry

He shakes his head “She’s been acting weird for a while, I think I’ll go get Sirius and Remus” he says giving the two a small smile

Harry makes his way over to Sirius and Remus who were dancing, although it was more Sirius dancing around Remus 

“Uncle Sirius, Remus” he gains their attention

Sirius’ face lights up “Alright Harry” he moves to wrap his arm around the boy’s shoulder “Up to mischief I hope” he smirks

Harry turns to Remus “He’s had a mimosa”

“Or two” Sirius confesses with a chuckle before looking around “Thought you were our pup? She better not be off with Weasley I haven’t had the chance to put the living fear of Salazar in him yet” 

Remus chuckles at his husband “I think virgin mimosas from now on”

Sirius scoffs “I am no vir…” he sees Harrys look of disgust “…forgot you were there” he cringes messing up the boys hair endearingly “Where is our pup?” he asks a little more serious as his eyes scan the crowd and can't see you

“She got a little upset and went inside, I think somethings going on with her, she’s been a little off recently” Harry explains, the men’s faces instantly concerned 

Sirius was about to march in but Remus stopped him “Tell us what happened first so we know the context”

While Harry explains your abnormal behaviour and the events which just transpired, you were crying on the one of the couches inside, sniffing so much you didn’t see your aunt Dorca approaching until you felt the dip in the couch next to you

“Honey you alright?” she asks with the softest voice

You shake your head unable to form any words

She reaches out to take your hand while the other rubs circles in your lower back “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head once again

“Hug?” she offers

You nod this time, falling into her as she shuffles closer to you, wrapping her arms around you in a bubble of support. That was one thing you loved about Dorca, she never needed context, she didn't even need to hear a word and she somehow made everything feel like it was going to be okay

“Don’t worry about getting anything on my dress, my little ones already puked on it” she says making you let out a small giggle even more so as she adds “twice”

She held you for a good few minutes before you pulled back, trying to wipe your nose with your hand but she pulls out a handkerchief and wipes it for you

“Blow” you do as she says “Good girl” she smiles warmly, folding the snotty fabric and putting in her baby bag

“Thank you” you say, voice raspy from the crying

She squeezes your hand “What are aunties for” she winks at you before both of you turn to see your fathers entering the room “I’ll leave you to the experts” she kisses your cheek and stands up

Walking out she gives Sirius’ the mens shoulders a small pat

Remus makes his way over to sit beside you while Sirius crouches down in front, Remus’ hand moving to pick away the pieces of hair which had stuck to your face while Sirius just gives you an assuring smile

“Hi” you greet them in the tiniest voice

Sirius takes your hand in his “What’s wrong pup?” he asks, he looks sad with a hint of worry sprinkled over it

You look between your fathers, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to figure out how to tell them...if you should tell them

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to” Remus reassures you

You sniff again going to wipe your nose when Remus pinches at the end of his jumper and wipes it for you “Thanks dad” you give him a thankful smile

He smiles back. You then turn to your other dad to see him giving you a similar look, his soft grey eyes looking up at you with such love and reassurance, you decide it was time

“I…” you look between them a few times before just blurting it out “I like girls and boys...like, like like both, like fancy them” you say it quickly before closing your eyes tightly like you had just released a bomb, cringing that you said 'like' way too many times

You don’t hear anything for a few seconds so you open one of your eyes peeking out to see Sirius looking a little amused by your actions

“Aww pup come here” he hithers, moving onto his knees and shuffling back

You half fall off the couch and into your dads’ arms, your other father moving down as well and rubbing your back, giving Sirius a kiss to the cheek

“Is that why you were so upset?” Remus asks as you pull away

You nod “I was scared, I didn’t know if it was okay to like both” you confess

Their heart ache, they never wanted you to feel the way they did about their own sexualities, they had tried so hard to just let you do your own thing and come to them with it that they never realised it had only made you more confused

Remus places his hand on your shoulder, then moves it up to graze his thumb over you cheek “It’s okay to be scared, I was too” 

“And it is okay to like both, more than okay pup” Sirius adds

Remus pulls you into a tight hug “I’m so sorry if we made you feel like you couldn’t tell us” he kisses the side of your hair

“It's okay Dad...but I can’t breathe” you say a little strained

“Oh” Remus pulls back with a small chuckle “Sorry pup” he cups your cheek before pressing a kiss to your temple

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sirius asks in a way you know it’s okay to say no to

After taking a second to think, you begin to explain how you were feeling. How you first started to realise you liked girls then grew confused when you started feeling the same way about boys, your crushes on certain Weasleys, and why you felt so confused.

They just listened to you at first, allowing you to let all of the emotional baggage that had been weighing you down for so long out. Watching as you became more confident the longer the conversation went on, ‘I thinks’ shifting to ‘I knows’ but there was just one thing you needed to ask, one thing that you needed to know

“If I ended up with a boy…” you start but trail off 

Sirius knows where you’re going with it though and he places his hands on your shoulders “That doesn’t make you any less bisexual pup, likewise if you date a girl, and if anyone says anything, you have two dads, two aunties who happen to have a child that looks like a future ass kicker if Marls' raising her…” you giggle “…not to mention godparents and so many friends that will kick their arse for it”

“You think my friends will be okay with it?” you ask them hopefully

They nod “You’re still you pup, they love you and they will even more when you’re ready to be your full self” Sirius says firmly, making sure you know how loved you are

“And to be clear you don’t have to tell anyone else until you’re ready” Remus assures

You give them a big smile nodding, feeling lighter

As you were about to stand up you hear footsteps followed by Fred coming into the room 

He stops awkwardly “I was sent in for skewers, we’re gonna roast marshmallows” his eyes going to you as he explains, a hit of sadness in them at the tear stains but it washes away as you smile

“You want to join them?” Remus asks

You nod “I can show you where they are” you stand leading him into the dining room “This way Freddie” you gesture for him to come

The boy smiles as he follows you but it turns to a mild fear as Sirius points two fingers to his eyes and then back to him basically saying ‘I’m watching you’ before Remus nudges him playfully yet also gives him a quick look to say ‘he’s right though we will kill you if you hurt her’

Thank you for reading, feel free to comment and let me know what you think 💛

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[berrieluv]

Heyyy. I’m so sorry if I bother you or you already answered this question but are you planningon doing a part 2 of ,,the moment I knew”?

I loved the first part and it’s all I can think about since I’ve read it.

Have a nice day / evening!

The Last Time.

The Moment I knew (Part one).

Summary: "Please, I want you to realize that not seeing you hurts me. I'm not strong" She sobs as Sirius and Remus continue with their chores, stopping everything to look at her, after a moment of being talking they finally look at her. "This is the last time I'm asking you this; Please, put my name at the top of your list". TW: angst, child denial, this fic is not a safe space for james potter, remus lupin and sirius black, mentions of suicide. A kiss for those who find the song references.

I felt like a kid doing this draw and then I remembered this is angst.

"My dads are gonna love this!" [y/n] smiled showing her teacher her new draw. "This is my dad Remus" She pointed at the edge of the paper and looked at Mrs. Longbottom "He's wearing his sweater, he loves those sweaters, and his hair is kinda wild because he doesn't like to comb it"

Alice Longbottom smiled at her and nodded. "Yes, you're very right, love. Remus Lupin has never comb his hair a day in his life"

"No like daddy" She points at the other edge, near from the little house "Daddy Sirius always comb his hair. He takes care of it too much" She leaves the draw in the table for a moment and stars to comb her ponytails "I learn from him. Even tough he gets mad because I use his hair products. But look..." [y/n] takes Alice hands and puts it in her hair, making her feel how soft it was. "It's soooo soft. Just like daddy's"

"It is, my dear"

"Daddy Sirius is wearing his black leather jacket. It's his favorite"

"They're gonna adore it, [y/]"

It took Remus a while to get home from work, and it took Sirius longer, but by 10:00 p.m. they were there. It was past [y/n]'s bed time, but she was awake to show them her draw.

She was doing some things in her bedroom to keep her far from sleeping when she heard the door being opened, she walked downstairs as fast as she could and she stopped a moment to let them say goodbye to Mary Macdonald (now Mckinnon), her babysitter.

While she was almost falling asleep in the stairs, she woke up when she remembered what she wanted to do.

Running to her parents, Remus saw her, her feet without any shoes or socks on.

"[y/n]!" He yelled, making her stop abruptly at the loud voice "How many times have I told you?!" He walks to her with her slippers in hand "No running on the stairs, you can get hurt. And no going without shoes around the house, you can get a cold"

"Sorry, daddy" She mumbled as she slipped into her shoes "I want to show you and daddy something" She toked his hand and walks him to the living room, where Sirius was holding a beer and watching a Quidditch game on the T.V. "Daddy!"

Sirius turns to look at her and in annoyance answers "What?"

His tone passes by her and she walks closer to him, draw in hands; but she was too little to look behind the paper, realizing she's about to spill his beer.

And she does. And Sirius yells.

"Fuck!" He gets up of the couch and looks at her, clearly mad, his favorite leather jacket was now full of beer. Now, what was he supposed to use for work tomorrow? "Fuck, [y/]!" He trows his hands everywhere, making his anger even more clear "Why do you always have to do the same?! Why the fuck can't you be fucking careful?!"

And she gets scared. And she cries.

"I'm sorry, daddy" She tries to help him clean with her little hands, and Sirius only trows her away from him "I didn't mean to"

"That's always the fucking problem, you never mean to but you do it anyways"

"Sirius..."

Remus warns him.

And Remus doesn't know how to deal with two children. And Remus punish her.

"[y/n] go to your room"

"But dadd-"

"But nothing. Go to your room"

She leaves the draw in the chair in front of the couch and walks slowly upstairs.

"Everything alright?" She hears Remus' voice.

"Yes, yes it was just my jacket"

"Sorry"

"Is not your fault, love" Sirius sighs "It was me who insisted on getting a child"

"Maybe she can go back to the Mckinnons"

Sirius nods in a "No" and she gets scare while going to her room when she doesn't hear anything; "Let's just make sure she's sleeping at her hour"

Why would they send her to her babysitter house? She wasn't her dads, she wanted to be with her dads, not with her babysitter.

And she blamed herself. If she would've been sleeping none of this would happened. If she was more well behaved. If she was more careful. And she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, Lily was there to take her to the kindergarten along with Harry. She kissed her parents goodbye and James stayed there to have breakfast and go with Sirius to work.

"Harry made this draw" He took it out of his wallet and showed it to his bests friends "It's me and him in a Quidditch game. He made one different for Lily. He's taking the separation very well, he's a smart kid. He understands that it's nor that mommy and dad don't love each other anymore, just, things didn't work out as in a couple. But he loves his dads being friends"

"[y/n] made a draw for us too" Sirius smiled looking at Harry's draw "Is not as good as Harry's tough"

James frowns listening to Sirius; How can a dad be sayin those things about their child?

"I'm sure it's really pretty. She's very good at those things" James looked at them "Let me see it"

But none of them knew where it was. After a passionate night on the couch, the draw was the last of their worries.

"She took it school with her" Remus answered quickly "We ask her for it to hold it on the fridge but she wanted to do some 'fixes`"

James nodded and smiled, finishing breakfast to get ready to work with Sirius.

"I just want a time to assimilate everything. To think. Why are they leaving?"

[y/n] was send to the school psychologist when she cried for the fifth time at school while being ask about her parents. But she would never tell. She would never talk about how Sirius would slam the door and leave home as soon as she does something that bothers him and how Mary arrives five minutes later because he can't possible tolerate her.

She would never talk about how Remus is always busy at Hogwarts, dealing and taking care of other people children and not her, about how there's days he's not even at home.

She would never talk about how some days, none of them are at home.

"Is there a problem with your parents, dear?"

Pandora Lovegood asked, looking at her in a warm way, with love and understanding.

"No" She asked quickly. Lying. "I just- I would like them to be a little bit more at home"

"Why aren't they?"

"Work"

Pandora nodded and when she refused to say more about Remus and Sirius, she changed the topic, talking about friends, dreams, and goals.

"I don't know why they're far from here"

[y/n] said later that day when Mary was told she had to see the psychologist due to daddy issues.

"They work vert hard, my love"

"Yes but, I mean, they could work a little less" And Mary knew it was true, she knew they weren't working. They were just far. "I would like them to think a moment about me"

"I bet they're thinking about you all the time" Mary smiled at her "I bet they're working hard and they say "Omg! With all this hard work I'll be able to buy [y/n] a..." Mary stops a moment and thinks about, looking at her "What would you like to get?"

"A doll house!"

[y/n] smiled. "I bet they think they would finally be able to buy you that doll house"

[y/n] nodded smiling.

But the years passed. And she didn't get her doll house. Yes, she did get all those Christmas presents, but they were never what she wanted. Because Remus and Sirius wouldn't listen to her. They just didn't want to look like bad parents in front of James, Lily and the Weasleys. And [y/n] craved for a little bit of attention from them, so it was ok. Any gift was ok if that meant she would get a hug when she faked excitement after opened it.

And after that horrendous birthday party, she decided to put limits. For her own sanity. Because she knew she couldn't do this anymore.

"I want to talk to you"

"What do you want now?"

She ignored Sirius annoyed voice and she sited in front of them on the breakfast nook.

"You weren't at my birthday party" Sirius rolled his eyes and Remus snorted "And before you can say anything. I'm not mad"

"Well, I don't see why you would be" Sirius answered as soon as she shut. "It wasn't like you were alone".

She bites her mouth so she doesn't spill the tears. "This is the last time I'm gonna ask you this" She plays with her hands, showing how nervous she was "Please, put my name at the top of your list"

Remus looked at her, her teary eyes as she spoke "This is the last time I ask; Why you break my heart in the blink of an eye? Like I would feel nothing. Like if it was nothing."

Sirius and Remus look at each other. They were never good parents. They wanted to. Of course they wanted to be good parents, but they wanted a boy. They're plans were never deal with a girl.

"What if we re-do your party, hu?" Remus asked, looking at her with a smile. And she nodded happy "We're organizing it. It's a "we are very, very, truly, sorry party"

And she hugs them, because there has been a long time since she felt her parents love. Not everything was bad all the time.

They were nice sometimes. Like when all the starts aligned and they were in an excellent mood. Like when they would go to a picnic under the moon and the stars. Or the week before a rough full moon, when they tough about everything they could someday lose. Or when Albus Dumbledore would congratulate their daughter for being first in every single class and they could brag about it in front of Draco and Lucious Malfoy. And mostly when Snape had to admit that [y/n] Lupin Black was an exceptional child.

And they weren't there. The party they organized. They missed. James missed. They weren't there, because Harry wanted to visit the new Quidditch stadium somewhere in London.

[y/n] found herself at Fred and George's door, their department on top of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but she forgot they weren't there. And just like all those times before, she ended with Mary, after looking for comfort everywhere, she was always the one for her.

"I'm not sure how i got here" She tells her, crying "It just, it feels better when you're looking at me"

Mary smiles, with sadness in his expression, but she hugs her, and she holds [y/n] in her arms.

And right before her eyes, she stars to break. And in that moment, Mary comforts her, and she forgets the past and the reasons why she was crying, and she forgets that no matter how many times she would be there for her, she would always end up with Remus and Sirius when she's happy. But at that moment, it was just Mary and [y/n]. Mom and daughter.

"What if me, Marlene, and you, move?"

"Move? Where would we go?"

"Anywhere you want" Mary smells her hair and squeeze her harder.

"But what about Marls' job?"

Mary thinks about it for a moment and realizes that it's not that easy to run away "Or just, just come here, mhm?"

"I don't want to leave my parents"

"You don't have to. You would always be allowed to visit them. Just take a break from them"

She nods. And by the next day, her things are out of home.

"Do you think they will miss me?"

"Sure" Mary kisses her forehead as she helps her to install in their home.

"I feel bad"

"Why? You gave them enough opportunities"

"I told them nothing"

"They don't need to know"

"I didn't tell James"

Mary groaned at the mention of the name; She hated James. She despised him and how he would sleep with the girl he saw grow up. "Look, I'm not stopping you from doing what you want or feel like doing. It's not like me. But think about it twice".

"I know. I'm weak when it comes to him"

"You're weak when it comes to anything that can help your daddy issues"

[y/n] laughed, and nodded. She loved Mary. Her and Marlene were like her moms, and she would give everything to be born again and have them to raise her.

It was 3 a.m. and [y/n] couldn't sleep. She was far from home. She has never been that far from home. Remus and Sirius were just fine. And James was better. Sleeping after a night of sex.

And they notice she wasn't there when they needed their daughter to assist to a social event.

"Where's her?"

Sirius shrugs and Remus looks everywhere, the last part he checks is your room, only to realize you things weren't there.

"She left" Remus told Sirius, feeling his hear break "Why?"

He was breathing heavy and Sirius noticed how his lover was starting to have a panic attack.

And just as Remus is failing to breath, [y/n] does too, and Marlene enters her room, scared, not knowing what to do.

"It's gonna be alright, darling. It's gonna be alright"

But she doesn't know how it's like in her mind. She doesn't know what it's like to want to die.

"I can't carry this anymore"

[y/n] went back to Remus and Sirius after three days with Marlene and Mary. Not because she didn't like to be with them. But because Remus and Sirius were her fathers, and when they came looking for her, with worry in their expressions, she told herself it was gonna be different.

She saw how they were cheering Harry as he did the shots game at Ron's birthday party.

"Would you like me if I drink that?" She asked Sirius over the loudly music at the place. "If you wanted I could take that"

"What are you talking about, love?"

She smiled and moved her head, telling him to forget it, and felt sad at the same time, because she knew she'll do anything for their love.

After a week back with her parents, she found herself hanging out with Cedric. Of all the people in the world. She was there, in the rooftop. With Cedric.

"I always wanted to come here" She told him. "I never tough it would be with you"

He smiled and nodded "Me either" He looked at her with love, his eyes making her feel appreciated, that was the Cedric's effect. He made everyone feel welcome and capable of everything.

"You know, when I die, I would like to have this view"

"When I die..." Cedric started. "I would like my wife to hold my hand"

She looked at her with a smile "And who do you want to be your wife?"

She liked Cedric. Of course she did. He was so handsome, and caring and attentive. But it was just a crush, she didn't planned on marrying him.

Maybe she would've marry Fred. In the past. If he wasn't with Angelina now, and if she wouldn't have been so in love with James Potter to notice Fred was in love with her, maybe they would be together.

"Well, I don't know who exactly I want to be my wife" Cedric answered "I just want to be with someone who loves me"

"And you haven't find no one?"

"Well, I've been engaged two times"

"None of them took you to the altar?"

"No" He simply said. "I guess I'm too fucked in the head"

"I think you're cool"

"Will you take me to the altar?"

[y/n] nodded.

“Well, I feel flattered”

But [y/n] mind was feeling different. “I feel so scattered"

"Then we better get away from the border"

She cries and Cedric panics. What was he supposed to do? They've know each other for a while, yes, but they were just starting to get into intimacy. So he kisses her. He tastes the salty tears on her cheek and gets her away from the shore when he stands up with her in his arms.

She found a safe place with Cedric. And him, along with Fred, became Mary Mckinnon's protégés.

Honestly, what Cedric felt for [y/n] was something he never saw coming. But he was okay with that feeling.

"You feel like the sun" Cedric says to her as they're lying in his bed.

"Mhm?" She murmurs in confusion.

"I feel warm when I'm around your arms"

"You know" [y/n] said "If I die, right in this moment, I will die happy" Cedric frowned at her and denied it.

"Not me. I wanna be holding my wife" She smiled and looked at him "That would be a heavenly way to die" He kisses her forehead and she laughs "I'd be so lost if you left me alone"

Everyone loved the way Cedric's eyes lighted up when he was talking about her; "I mean, am I even allowed to look at her like that?" He joked with his friends, [y/n] was at the other side of the room, but Cedric couldn't stop looking at her. "She's just so nice to look at" He state. "Look" He took a polaroid picture of her smiling, a summer dress covering her body and the background was showing a beautiful park that "She means everything to me"

But when she arrived home, she was miserable. Now, not only Remus and Sirius were at war with her, now the war was against each other.

And she asked when did they loose everything? Because even tough if they didn't love her, at least they loved each other, just as much as the moon and the stars.

"I'm putting all my energy on this matrimony and you're out there with James and Peter doing nothing about this! About us!"

She sited at the top of the stairs so they would not see her.

"I'm tired of you, Remus!" Sirius yelled back "I'm tired of you asking me for things I don't want to do! Just fucking let me be"

Remus massages his forehead "I'm just asking you to be a father"

"Believe me, I would be an amazing father if I had a boy"

"But you don't, Sirius. We have a girl. And we've lost enough years. Just, ok, it's really sad you couldn't have a boy, but you still have a daughter and she ran away once. I don't want her to do it again".

The fault, the blame, the pain was making its way on her chest. She was the reason her dads were fighting.

Would they be happier if she was gone?

"C'mon, Remmy. Give me a kiss" She smiled when after a while, they stopped yelling at each other.

"You had to fucking do it again" Remus groaned. He took her by her arm and drag her inside the house from their anniversary party. "Why can't you fucking behave for once?"

She blinked, trying to not see Remus in front of her, thinking her mind was wrong and the one letting out the bad words was Sirius, as he always used to, and not Remus, because even tough Remus had anger issues, he would never talk to her like that.

She couldn't move, he was jiggling her in an abrupt way, trying her to react. When did she become so numb? When did she lose herself? Not a single word at her tongue as Remus was physically hurting her. She couldn't even feel his strong grip in her arm.

"Sorry"

She said, but it didn't feel like her, it felt like someone else. She was paralyzed. Where were her feelings? Did she finally loose them?

Cedric saw them when he was looking for his girlfriend and he ran as fast as he could to take Remus hand out of her.

"What are you doing?" He carefully takes [y/n] away from there, looking at Remus with anger and confusion. He knew they had family problema but never tough it would ever be at this point "Love, are you alright?"

She nodded with eyes wide open and emotionless, she was paralyzed.

"I didn't feel it"

"What do you mean?"

"I know he was hurting me because I saw him doing it, but I felt nothing" Cedric hugs her "It's like I was someone else, why? He was hurting me and I just watched him. I just watch him"

She murmured the last thing "And I'm not feeling"

"[y/n]..."

"I don't even know if this is the real me"

"Let's get you to your room"

Fred was going round around the house, looking for [y/n] after Remus came back to the yard in shock, demanding Sirius to go inside with him.

He tried to go into the bathroom, the door was locked but he broke trough anyways, finding her lying on the floor. He kneels at her quickly, pulling her close to him so he can feel her heartbeat.

"Hey, [y/n]. Hey, darling. Love. Can you hear me? Please, please don't leave me"

He yells and Sirius, who's the one inside the house hears, he runs as fast as he cans when he finds himself paralyzed at the picture.

His daughter. His baby. The person he owned so much.

"No, no, no, no. Baby, baby hear me, please. Hold on, ok? Hold on" He looks at Fred "Get help"

And Fred knows there's nothing else to do when you finally close your eyes and your chest is slowly stopping its movement, but he goes out of the bathroom anyways, knowing Sirius and you need this time alone.

"Hold on, baby, please. Hold on, there's so many things we haven't done together" He tries to open her eyes, he takes a little bit of water from the bath and washes her face "Hold on I still want you. Come back I still need you" He cries "Please, please I swear I'll make it right this time"

But not amount of apologies and promises can't save you now.

Remus and Sirius are walking a long endless highway trough the hospital. [y/n] stays silent beside them. It felt like walking on a nightmare, but this time they couldn't wake from it.

The doctors took Remus out of the room, and Sirius could see him screaming "Please don't leave me!" to the door.

"I tough I wanted a boy" Sirius said when Remus sited next to him. "But I want nothing more than to be with her now" He cried "Why did it took me to this to realize? That I wanted to be a good father"

Remus hugged him. They were both wrong.

"I'm imagining her, coming out of that room, saying 'Daddy let's go home' just as she used to when it was late at a party"

"When she was like seven. Before she stopped calling us daddy or dad"

"Yeah" Sirius nodded "I just wanna take her home".

Mary was walking trough Remus and Sirius house as the funeral was being hold. She found Fred and Cedric siting on the couch in front of her picture.

"Cookies?"

They rejected them kindly.

"I booked the night train" Cedric said, playing with his mom ring in his pocket "I have no reason to stay here now" Her picture in his wallet started to talk to him, and he knew he would go insane.

"You..." Fred started "You told your family?"

"Yes"

"About what?" Mary asked them. None of them feeling the question as an intrusive one since they felt comfortable around them.

"I was about to ask her to marry me"

Cedric's plan was to wait for Sirius and Remus party to be over and start theirs. Now, no one's celebrating.

Sirius walked to them, completely dress in black as usual, but now, it looked sad. "Cedric, a word?"

He pointed at the stand next to her picture. He had a speech, but he's speechless. He denied, feeling his throat dry.

Love slipped beyond their reaches. The other people looked at Cedric with pity.

"She would've made such a lovely bride. What a shame she killed herself" they said.

"Fred?" Sirius invited, this time he accepted. Standing up and walking with a glass of wine in his hands.

"[y/n] was the bravest person I know" He started, feeling the words accumulating his throat but refusing to leave "She never showed she was afraid. But I guess feeling alone was too much to face"

Mary took over Fred's when the tears were too much, and he get down, to be comforted by Angelina. And Cedric envied that, because the only person he wanted to be comforted by was gone.

"Continuing with Fred's speech" Mary said, looking for Marlene's eyes "[y/n] would always tell herself she could do everything with no help at all. But when it got hard she would lose her focus, and she found herself at my door. I would tell her, that she doesn't have to be afraid, because we're all the same, and we all have fears and that soon the fog will clear up. I guess, sometimes it all gets a little too much".

Remus woke up next morning. Sirius did as well. His pretty grey eyes were now red and teary. Remus only gets to hokd him, he had to be strong, for Sirius, for him.

"I wasn't ready to let go"

Cedric had dreams about her. Where he can still see her smile, that same one she would wear every time he told him he loved her. Those memories would make him happy for a little while.

"At least when she run away we knew she was still here" Sirius said "Why did she had to go to a place where I couldn't follow her?"

Remus shrugs and gets ready to sleep.

"I like to sleep" He says to Sirius, allowing himself to be the vulnerable one now "I see her every time in my dreams. When I fall asleep"

"Lily says she's looking down upon us" Remus, who's now facing the pillow murmured something to Sirius "She says that when a flower blooms is she telling us that she's fine, or when one of those pretty birds stand in our windows and sing when we're missing her it's her, whispering; 'dads, it will be alright"

"That's a pretty way of seeing it" Remus said, positioning face up again.

"Yeah" Sirius sighs "But why did she had to go to a place where we couldn't follow?"

"Well, even if it was us first, she surely went to heaven, Sirius. She's an angel. She always has been. We're going deep down"

#james potter x reader #dilf!james potter x reader #james potter #remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #poly!wolfstar #wolfstar x daughter!reader #fred weasley x reader #harry potter x reader

[earlgreydream]

loyalty.

| golden era!wolfstar & daughter!reader | angst |

anon requested. but could you do a dad Wolfstar x daughter reader. The reader confronts her dads about how they prefer Harry and how they ignore her. It ends with wolfstar feeling bad and reader just over everyone's bs.

a/n: I altered/expanded on your request a bit, but kept the general idea. I hope you like it!

“Dad!” You called, and Sirius turned to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we have to go,” he spoke before following Remus and Harry through a corridor.

“Dad, I need you!”

Remus called an apology back before disappearing with Harry in a swirl of floo powder. You felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, leaving you broken and alone in the Order hallway.

You loved your dads, and they loved you, but your whole life, they had prioritized their godson, Harry Potter over you. You were repeatedly left and forgotten, even after your biological father escaped from Azkaban.

You always fought for attention, but Sirius and Remus often left you with a kiss on the forehead to run off, saving Harry.

Once again, you were left in the shadows, stuck at the order safe house. You fought back tears, shaking your head as you walked up the rickety stairs.

“Y/N!” Your name was called, and you walked down the hall, leaning into Fred and George’s doorway. They had been practicing magic when they heard your cries from down the hall.

The two gingers looked up at you sympathetically, and George moved over on his bed, making room for you. You walked in, your shoulders trembling as you struggled to hold yourself together.

You crawled into George’s bed beside him, burying yourself in your best friend’s arms. Fred sat behind you, laying his hands on your shoulder and side.

“They leave with Harry again?” George asked, and your weak nod was enough of an answer.

“I hate them,” you sobbed, and George squeezed you.

“You love them,” Fred reminded you.

“They love Harry more than me. Fucking golden boy.” You wept, and George let you cry in his arms.

“That’s not true, they love you so much,” George promised, and you hid your face in him.

You stayed with the twins that night, even after hearing Harry and your dads return. Muffled voices in the hallway told Sirius and Remus their daughter was safe with Fred and George, and you laid in the dark, biting back tears.

Sirius and Remus were waiting for you when you went back to your bedroom, after spending the day holed up with the Weasley twins, the only ones you felt truly cared about you.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Remus spoke gently, and you stepped back.

“You’re right. We do need to talk. Why don’t you love me as much as Harry? He’s not even your real son! You always choose him over me. All your efforts, all your attention, it all goes to him!” You exploded, and Sirius looked hurt at the accusation. Remus, as always, tried to maintain a steady patience, but even he was taken aback.

“Y/N, you know that we love you more than anyone, or anything.” Sirius knelt down in front of you, taking your hands.

“Why don’t you show it?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you swallowed down the sob that rose in your throat.

Sirius felt like his heart was going to break as he felt your pain, and saw the hurt in Remus’s eyes.

“We’re doing our best-”

“Your best isn’t enough! Not when your best is ignoring me, and acting like Harry is your only child!” You screamed at Remus.

“Y/N!” Sirius shouted, fear spiking through you. Your fathers never raised their voices at you, and you were silenced by Sirius’s sudden display of emotion. 

“Padfoot. My love, I’m so sorry we’ve hurt you. We will be better, but you must understand that we’re fighting a war. And Harry is a key piece of it, we’re fighting-” Remus spoke gently to you, but you felt patronized.

“You think I don’t know we’re in a war? I know Harry is the chosen one, and I know that you’re just trying to make James proud-”

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” Sirius’s dark eyes blazed into yours, and you ripped your hands from his. 

“Sirius.” Remus put his hand on his husband’s chest, steadying Sirius’s emotions. 

“I’ll never be enough for you. Never enough like the Potters.” You shook your head, and Harry walked in.

“Y/N, it’s not like that, your dads are doing this to protect you.” Harry defended Remus and Sirius. 

“Leave me alone, all of you. Please!” You couldn’t stand it, and Remus pulled Sirius out before he could yell at you again. Harry followed them, pulling your door closed after him. 

Your chest heaved with sobs, and you blindly opened your wardrobe. You had to leave. You didn’t belong there, in the Order.

You slipped into a black dress, and black shoes, brushing your hair out. You grabbed your wand, and slipped out the window. You grabbed a drain pipe and slid down, landing on the cobblestone street outside. The sky was dark, the sun recently set and leaving the world in the silence of the night. 

You walked far enough away that your magic wouldn’t be tracked or alert the other Order members, and you whispered a complicated transportation spell, waving your wand. 

When your eyes opened, you stood in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor, and you looked up at the large home that stretched out in front of you. Guards alerted the residence of your unannounced arrival, and you were escorted inside the dark, luxurious mansion of your estranged relatives. 

“Y/N?” A soft voice asked, and Narcissa Malfoy walked toward you. Her husband was with her, and Draco came running from behind them. 

“Y/N!” He ran to you, and you threw your arms around your cousin’s neck. Draco hugged you tightly, and you started to sob. Narcissa’s gentle hands rubbed your back, and you held Draco tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Lucius asked. 

You sat near a fireplace, tea in your hands and Draco next to you. Back at Hogwarts, the two of you had been close before your dads dragged you to the Order. 

“I needed somewhere to go. I needed you.” You answered, looking up at Narcissa and Draco.

“And the Order?”

“They probably don’t know I’m gone.” 

“We can’t have-”

“Lucius.” Narcissa interrupted.

“Please, don’t kick me out,” you begged Lucius, who looked uneasy.

“Prove your loyalty, and you have a home with us. A family who will love you.” Narcissa promised, and Draco gripped your hand. You looked him in the eyes, and he shook his head.

“Don’t make her sign her soul over to the Dark Lord. Y/N isn’t a snitch, she just needs family.” Draco defended you.

“It’s okay,” you told him, and Narcissa nodded at you. You took Lucius’s outstretched hand, and you repeated the spell back to him that burned a black snake and skull into your forearm. 

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003 - THE LIGHT OF FREEDOM ON MY FACE - “enchanted!”

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

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THE FLYING CAR BEGAN ITS DESCENT, and soon enough, you were able to catch a glimpse of a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.

“We’re a little way outside the village,” says George. “Ottery St. Catchpole.”

The edge of the brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees, its radiance, Harry found, reflected your own as you grinned at the familiar sight of the Weasleys’ residence.

“Touchdown!” said Fred as, with a slight bump, you landed — a tumbledown garage in a small yard to your right, Harry looking out for the first time at Ron's house.

In all truthfulness, it was run-down, for lack of better term. The structure appeared unreliable at best, as though originally a large stone pigpen, but renovated to fit extra rooms and reach several stories high. It had been so crooked, staggering like the lightning-shaped scar on your friend’s forehead; however, like the mark etching his skin, magic had built and kept it ebbed stubbornly along the grassy surface.

Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign was stuck in the ground near the entrance reading, ‘THE BURROW’. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

“It's not much,” said Ron, rubbing a self-conscious hand along his forearm. He looked around the wooden walls of his home in uncertainty, just as he had when you first came over — a subconscious sign of his insecurity.

“It’s brilliant,” Harry was quick to react happily, thinking of Number 4 Privet Drive and the horrors he associated with its pale, perfected walls.

“It’s nothing short of wonderful,” you followed, smiling at the three brothers, meeting their silent gazes. As you exited the vehicle, the sun’s warm rays cast upon you, moving silently as your shadows crept towards the door.

“Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly,” said Fred, throwing a cautious glance at his surroundings, “and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast.”

He turns to face you and his younger brother, “Then, you lot come bounding downstairs, Ron going, ‘Mum, look who turned up in the night!’ and she'll be all pleased to see you and Harry, and no one needs ever know we flew the car.”

You raised an unimpressed brow at their careless grins. There were so many ways this could go wrong. . . for them. But you were never one for wiping off the twins’ smiles, no matter how stupidly aggravating their cheshire grins could be.

“Right,” agreed Ron, nodding his head in full agreement. He doesn’t give you a second glance as you go, guiding Bowie atop your shoulder. “You know your way to Ginny’s room, I’m sure. Now come on, Harry, I sleep at the top—”

Harry found it odd how his friend simply stopped, going a nasty green in complexion. Meanwhile, you exuded the opposite reaction, grinning goofily and waving madly, gaze set out the kitchen window. His eyes followed yours, blowing wide as he spotted Mrs. Wesley marching across the yard. Chickens scattered, Bowie took cover behind your hair, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, Harry found it remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.

“Ah,” muttered Fred.

“Oh, dear,” mumbled George.

“‘Ello, Molly!” you exclaimed shamelessly as Ron gulped. He appeared close to tears, you mused. How funny.

All of the above were telltale signs of the trouble you five were undoubtedly in, and if Harry had known any better, he would have taken off running and not looked back. But he didn’t, a stupid decision on his part, if Bowie were to say so himself. Mrs. Weasley came to a halt before the lot of you, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next (then there was you, a smile peeking through her tough exterior for a brief moment). She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of her pocket.

“Morning, Mum,” said George, grinning in what he believed to be a jaunty, award-winning means while you and Fred withheld a snigger.

“Where have you been?”

“Have you any idea how worried I've been?” said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper.

“Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to—”

All three of Mrs. Weasley’s children towered over her, yet simultaneously, they cowered as her rage befell them.

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —”

“Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred bitterly.

“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest as her voice rose an octave higher. At that, even you flinched, taken aback. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —”

“They were starving him, Mum!” You were unsure how you felt about your friend speaking up. But you were all for liberation, so, nonetheless of your conflict, you internally cheered him on. “They put bars on his window!”

“Well, you best hope I don’t put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley.”

You loved Molly, you really did. But she had the ill temper of a mad dragon, burning fierce and easily triggered. You consider yourself lucky to be receiving special treatment from the woman — saving you the need to fear being on the wrong end of her fury.

It seemed to go on for hours. You had attempted to ease the boys of her full attention a good few times, although Mrs. Weasley had no intention of cutting her lecture short, shouting herself hoarse before she turned on the pair of you.

While Harry backed away on impulse, Bowie returned to the comforts of your pocket. Godric knows how greatly he fears the woman.

“Oh, darlings!” she beams, her deep frown fixing into a welcoming grin, “How wonderful it is to see you both! Come in and have some breakfast!”

You needn’t hear any further invitation before joining the family for a meal.

Long story short, life at The Burrow had been all but ordinary. Every day, you woke to the sound of small explosions from Fred and George’s room — having to comfort Bowie each waking moment —, and every night, you were kept up by the incessant racket of the ghoul in the attic. The howling creature was a pitiful thing. But your patience could only take so much, wearing thinner every time it had interrupted you and Bowie’s beauty sleep.

With summer coming to an end, it wasn’t long before you heard from Hogwarts again. It had been a sunny morning about a week after you had been welcomed into the Weasley residence. You were at the kitchen table, seated by Ginny Weasley (she always looked forward to your company, eagerly offering to trade all her brothers to gain you as a sister) when you heard the boys thundering down for breakfast.

You feigned ignorance as the younger girl stiffened up beside you, taken by amusement with how she fawned over Harry and the oh-so-holy grounds he walked on. You saw her pupils dilate into cartoon hearts, you swore. And as one would in a cartoon, her admiration blinded her from all else — including her bowl of porridge, until she knocked it to the ground with a loud clatter.

You sent Bowie a silencing look as he chittered merrily, poking fun at the mortified Ginny whose face glowed like the setting sun. Meanwhile, Harry, pretending he hadn’t noticed such interactions, sat down and took the toast Mrs Weasley had offered him.

“Letters from school,” uttered Mr Wesley, passing you identical envelopes of yellow parchment, addressed in green ink. “Dumbledore already knows you’re here, [Y/N], Harry — doesn’t miss a trick, that man. You’ve got them too,” he added as the twins ambled in, their hair askew, still in their pajamas.

For a few minutes, there was silence as you all read your letters. It was the usual, come to King’s Cross on September the first, the need for school supplies, and finally, there was a list of the new books you would need for the coming year.

‘Second-year students will require:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart’

It was ghastly.

The man was one your father had spoken endlessly about, and not in the best sense. Upon every glimpse of his books the pair of you had encountered, his jaw would tick and he would give a subtle eye roll — one only you were trained well enough to see. He would go on about how Lockhart had gone to school with him, and how the Ravenclaw was most undeserving of his affiliations with the good house and his recent fame.

He was a freeloader, a credit-grabber. He would ask Remus to tutor him, and idiotically enough, he was able to provide the younger boy with the answers to his assignments, and all he would do was rephrase and reconstruct the wording. It was quite brilliant, yes, but it irked Remus to this day.

With that in mind, you couldn’t contain the grimace at the sight of that list. There was no way you would support his career by purchasing his books. No way in the seven bloody rings of hell.

Bowie, sensing your displeasure, was quick to attack the ink along the parchment, crossing every trace of Gilderoy’s name until it was but messy scrawls along ruined parchment. He made sure to keep the rest of it intact, however, that thoughtful beanpole.

Meanwhile, Fred, who took quite longer to finish reading his list, went to peer over at yours, eyes widening as he caught sight of the shredded patches. He instead turns to Harry’s. “You’ve been told to get all Lockhart’s books, too!” he said. “The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan – bet it’s a witch.”

At this point, Fred caught his mother’s eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

“Or perhaps a fool. . .” you lowly muttered to yourself, wincing as you caught sight of Mrs Weasley’s tattered book displayed on one of the countertops. You’d momentarily forgotten you were in the company of a die-hard fan. And a fierce one, at that.

“That lot won’t come cheap,” said George, with a quick look at his parents. “Lockhart’s books are really expensive. . .”

“Well, we’ll manage,” said Mrs Weasley, but she looked worried. “I expect we’ll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny’s things secondhand.”

Just then, Percy walked back in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his knitted top.

“Morning, all,” said Percy briskly. “Lovely day.”

It was a wonder how he got up and ready for the day so early in the morning. You may have awoken earlier than him, but you were by no means ready to start the day. Your hair was quite a mess, and you were still in your knitted sweater and comfy pajamas. Most often, you would be able to start your day early. But today was not one of those days. Rather, any day at The Burrow was not one of those days.

He sat down in the only remaining chair but lept up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a molting, grey feather duster – at least, that was what the pair of you (Bowie and yourself. . . plus Harry) thought it was until you saw that it was breathing.

“Errol!” said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. “Finally – he’s got Hermione’s answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys.”

He carried Errol to a perch by the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so you cringed as the thud echoed loudly in the silence, and despite Bowie’s defiance, you went to pick the poor creature up and balance it on its two left feet. The bloody creature had no sense of balance left — well, if it had any to begin with. Laying him on the draining board, you overheard Ron muttering, “Pathetic,” in much dismay.

Meanwhile, from over by the dining area, Harry admired your care for the rugged creature. He couldn’t contain the small smile that erupted his expression, admiring the gentleness of your gaze despite telling the poor creature off.

Whilst he paid attention to you, Ron made haste, ripping open Hermione’s letter, its contents spilling out, and read her long-awaited message aloud:

Dear Ron, [Y/N], and Harry if you’re there,

I hope everything went all right and that Harry is OK and that you both didn’t do anything illegal to get him out, [Y/N], Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. You both know how often [Y/N] gets injured, especially on the ventures that lack my assistance.

The majority, if not all your days as a first-year (that was an exaggeration, but it certainly felt like it) were spent wallowing (healing) on the second bed of the dull, cramped, sullen hospital wing. (Okay, that was yet again an exaggeration. It was clean and spacious enough, and well-kept, and Madam Pomfrey ensured it to remain as such. But by Godric’s beard, did it get tiring — its four walls became your home at some point or another. But at least, the madam was a good gossip, keeping you entertained during your stays.)

There was that one time a troll had knocked you against the bathroom wall, that “so-so” injury you sustained during that one quidditch match (“A broken arm is by no means mediocre, Ms. Black-Lupin!” you could hear Minnie’s yells echoing from a distant memory), those boils you’d gained from that one Potions class, that one encounter with Lord Volde— You cringed at the growing list.

Nonetheless, I’ve been really worried, and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, might I suggest Hermes, or perhaps Hedwig, because I think another delivery might finish this one off.

I’m very busy with schoolwork, of course – “How can she be?” said Ron in horror. “We’re on holiday!” – and we’re going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don’t we meet in Diagon Alley?

Let me know what’s happening as soon as you can, love from Hermione.

“Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too,” said Mrs Weasley, starting to clear the table. “What’re you all up to today?”

Mrs Weasley woke the lot of you bright and early the following Wednesday. After a quick half-a-dozen eggs and bacon sandwich, you pulled on your coats and Molly took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

“We’re running low, Arthur,” she sighed. “We’ll have to buy some more today. . . ah, well, guests first! After you, [Y/N], dear! Your father must be expecting you.”

And indeed he was. The pair of you had been exchanging letters almost daily throughout your stay at the Weasleys and agreed to meet at the Leaky Cauldron before heading off to buy your supplies. While some notes exchanged your plans for today’s awaited reunion, others contained sweet nothings and greetings, and others bore more pressing matters, such as your father’s well-being after the previous full moon.

Poor Moony had to deal with its aftermaths on his own this time around. . . You could only hope that your friends (the little critters that resided in the forest and those that took permanent residence in your room) were enough company to bring him some semblance of comfort while you and Bowie were away.

“I’ll meet you lot at Flourish and Blotts, yeah?” you turned to your friends for a moment, ignoring the puzzled gaze of Harry as Mrs Weasley offered you the flowerpot. You only smiled as he blinked in confusion, taking a pinch of glittering powder from the clay pot, stepping up to the fire, and casting the powder into the flames. You only faintly heard him ask about the wonders of the Floo network when a large emerald flame swallowed you whole upon exclaiming, “Diagon Alley!” and vanishing.

Remus had been looking forward to this day from the moment he waved you goodbye. It had been a quiet two weeks without your company, and he knew that it would be an even lengthier rest of the year with you off at Hogwarts.

There was something in his gut telling him that this year would be much unlike the last. Not in the sense that he would never see you again, but that. . . his yearning for you, his only daughter, would be strengthened twice fold. That something peculiar, even beyond Lord Voldemort’s reappearance the previous year, would occur.

Thus, he wished to make the most of the little time you had left before the school year began and planned to make it as memorable — if not more — than the last.

If only your (other) father were here to help him with that. After all, despite everything that went wrong, it was undeniable that Sirius Black loved his daughter endlessly. Once, the man compared it (his love) to the galaxy. Infinite and unmistakably immense. Neverending.

Your father always said he “loved you all the way from the moon, and to Saturn.” Always, he would say he loved you even more than that, but, like Saturn’s rings, his love for you orbited his entire world. It was his entire world.

But then again, if that truly was the case, why did he leave? Why did he betray their friends? Although, Remus always made sure to leave that bit out of your bedtime tales.

Every night, as you grew up, unlike most parents who read their kids fairy tales and books, he would recount the stories that consumed his youth. He would recall his days at Hogwarts, the escapades that filled the four marauders’ nights, and the laughter that filled their halls by day.

As much as he despised the love of his life for betraying you both as he did, for depriving your childhood of any sense of normalcy, he couldn’t bear to tell you such a thing. That your father, who claimed to love you so, had left you behind to serve the dark lord. That in his madness, he got himself sentenced to life in Azkaban, never to be seen again. Or so he could only hope.

His secrecy did little to shield you from the rest of the world, however. It was inevitable that you learn of what happened (or what was said to have happened), just as it was inevitable to recognize the fear, pity, and distaste in some passerby’s eyes. But you were strong. You did not let that deter you, if not for your own sake, then for your father’s, who worked tirelessly to provide for you both.

Remus, righteous as he was, was always too ashamed to take anything from the Black family vault, nor from Sirius’s own savings (which contained more than enough, mind you). Although, he did allow himself to use some of the latter to send you to school. He at least owed you that.

The rest, however, and all that you both spent as you walked the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley, he took from his own pocket. He enjoyed spending — so long as it meant seeing those light blue streaks highlight your head of hair.

He grinned as you shared a cup of butterbeer brittles from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, (though, thanks to his familiarity with the owner, received it with a discount), sniggered as you nearly tripped, having stepped on a cracked stone, and hid a scowl as you joyously greeted one of the subjects of a pile of your letters home from the previous year.

Cedric Diggory knew not what he did to receive a strained handshake from your father, but he shook it off with a nervous smile as you waved him goodbye.

Striding down the rest of Diagonal Alley with an occasional smile, wink, and wave (you were quite popular amongst your peers, you learned the previous year), you caught a glimpse of a shop or two that caught your fancy. There was Ollivander’s Wand Shop, where you’d received your wand (the old man noted it a peculiarity, albeit you hadn’t a clue why), then there was Quality Quidditch Supplies, where you made your rounds, though exited with nothing.

Finally, you reached Flourish and Blotts, where you were immediately tackled into a hug.

Hermione Granger, hair bushy as ever, had weaved through the crowd to greet you after a summer away from one another. You missed each other greatly, yes, but you seem to have underestimated just how much.

“Oh, [Y/N], how I missed you!” Exhibit A.

“‘Mione, oh, love of my life! You haven’t a clue how I missed you! In fact, the parchments of my notebook are drowning in inked sonnets of just how much!” Exhibit B.

“You’re exaggerating,” she hid a grin behind a shake of her head.

“Oh, but I’m really not,” you blinked innocently in reply. Indeed, you really weren’t.

In your trunk was a notebook filled with little things you had noticed about your best friend — how her eyes set alight when she reached certain parts of her books, how she straightened in her seat and furrowed her brows upon a particularly page-turning plot twist. You noticed it all, and being the poet daughter of a Black and Remus Lupin, you turned these simple moments into words, etching them along the pages of your notebook, and on occasion, annotating them by particularly relevant lines of your books.

Truth be told, there was once a time you mistook your affections for her to be beyond platonic. You thought, at some point or another, that Hermione Granger would be the person you would love silently for the rest of your life. But of course, you were only twelve. What could you have known about love?

Not far later, you traded those faux butterflies with the realization and contentment of a sister. That was what you were to Hermione Granger, and what you learned, she truly was to you.

That didn’t stop you from admiring the beauty in her simplicity, however. Rather, you carried on, albeit, now also noticing the others that composed her background. You would smile wider upon Blaise and Theo’s bickering, giggle (though you despised the word) more heartily at the tickle of Bowie’s movements, and drown in grief, albeit momentarily, as professors spoke of your likeness to your fathers, once believing you to be out of earshot.

But that was nothing. You would shrug it off after a moment or two.

Like then, you went on with the remainder of the day. After a short reunion with your friends, Blaise and Theo, as well as a mini meet-and-greet with your father’s favorite schoolmate (he wished to strangle the man in his place), you ran into a bit of trouble with your not-so-distant relatives, the Malfoys.

Lucius was pretentious as ever, taunting Arthur Weasley and your father for their blood and financial status, while his spawn, Draco, was unbearable as the previous year. He, like his father, simply had to taunt Harry with every waking moment, and in doing so, only managed to piss off the rest of his company, and in particular, a temperamental metamorphmagus.

In later retellings and biographies of your life, some would state that it was accidental magic on your part that dropped a particularly heavy book atop Malfoy Senior’s head. Meanwhile, others would say you knew exactly what you were doing, and performed some degree of wandless magic or that you had simply thrown it with your fantastic, Quidditch Chaser aim.

You couldn’t be bothered to correct any of them.

It wasn’t long before dusk made its return, the sun slowly setting to signify the day’s end. Exchanging brief promises of “see you later”s and meetings at the train, you eventually parted ways, gripping your father’s hand as you headed in the direction you first came.

It wasn’t long before you disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a proud set of twins, a starstruck Ginny, a content Ron and Hermione, and a wistful Harry.

The boy was smiling to himself again, staring at the grounds you once stood. It was a strange, dopey-looking smile that left Hermione amusedly rolling her eyes at her friend.

“A sickle for your thoughts?” she asked him, breaking him out of his [Y/N]-induced daze.

“What?” he could only stammer in response, blinking up at Hermione in confusion.

“I see the way you look at her, Harry,” Her tone was almost teasing as she smiled at him. “Don’t worry though. You have plenty of time to win her over.”

“I’m sure of it.”

He couldn’t be bothered to deny her insinuations. After all, it was useless to argue against Hermione — she wasn’t even wrong to begin with. She never was.

Harry took comfort in her words. She was right. He had more than enough time to win over your affections. It couldn’t be that difficult — if Cedric Diggory and Oliver Wood could do it within a year, why couldn’t he? And he had seven!

What could possibly prevent two best friends from becoming more than that?

Meanwhile, as night came upon London, a young boy of the name Edmund Pevensie, gazed out his windowsill in contemplation.

Earlier that day, he had overheard his parents speaking of sending him, alongside his four siblings to a family friend — some professor, if he remembers correctly. He recalls his mother fretting, expressing her worries about the four of them, when they heard a distant creek along the wood of the floor.

They retreated into their room, and somehow, Edmund couldn’t make out a sound.

The rest of the night, he was left to worry, silently and to himself, of whatever was to await them in the coming days.

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