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send in some remus lupin headcanons!! I’d love to write some short fics based on them <3

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #james potter

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Remus Lupin

Draw stars around my scars - pt.1

#harry potter #remus lupin

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I managed to lose the request for this fic so hopefully the person that requested it ends up seeing this! This will be a two part story and I’m going to get started on part two tomorrow <3

Draw stars around my scars - Remus Lupin x Female Reader 

Synopsis: It is a few days after a full moon, a bad one. You haven’t seen Remus since and you are beginning to get worried, so you sneak into the infirmary. How will Remus react to your surprise visit?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.

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It’s Sunday, four days since the full moon. Sirius and James were still adamant that you could not visit Remus, claiming various things such as, “They gave him the wrong medicine and now his head’s twice its usual size” or that “If you step even one foot into the hospital wing, you’ll catch the most recent strand of wizards’ flu – and that stuff is deadly!”

At first, you were sure that they had Remus’ best interests at heart when they were spouting this nonsense at you, but in all honesty, you were beginning to doubt it. You had always visited him after previous full moons – hell, you had even helped carry him to the hospital wing after some particularly bad nights, so why could you not see him now?

This line of thought is how you found yourself padding along the hallways under the thick cover of night, moonlight pouring through the vast windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, where chandeliers hung down. Paintings lined the walls too, and you could hear murmurs of their complaints behind you as you carried on walking, your wand serving to illuminate your path.

You rounded the final corner to the hospital wing, tentatively approaching the entrance as a shiver ran its way up your spine – you were beginning to wish you had worn a little more than just your pyjamas and cloak, a pair of shoes probably would have made the journey less chilling, but you left in such a rush to see Remus that you did not even consider that.

Lifting your wand up, you held it steadily in front of the lock and whispered, “Alohomora.”

After hearing the tell-tale clink of the door unlocking, you stepped forwards, wrapping your hand around the doorknob, but your thoughts stopped you for a moment. Normally, breaking into the infirmary would be something you frowned down upon and if Madame Pomfrey caught you, or if anyone caught you for that matter, there would undoubtedly be consequences, even if you were just trying to check that Remus was okay. You weighed out the pros and cons, fingers still gripping the handle, before making your decision. You missed Remus and seeing him was worth any punishment you could be given. And so, you twisted your wrist, wincing as the doorknob whined.

Following a slight struggle, you resorted to shoving the door open with the brute force of your shoulder, which you found made the entire ordeal a lot easier, but also a whole lot louder. You finally stumbled into the infirmary, the scraping sound ceasing as the door slowly clicked back shut behind you.

Your eyes flitted around, taking in the numerous empty beds and lit sconces that brightened the room, the shadows of the flames flickering and dancing across the walls. As you wove between the rows of beds you noticed that none of the students were first years, let alone suffering from the black plague, like Sirius had told you – though it was not as if you would believe him, he was an absolutely terrible liar.

Once you had finally reached the far end of the hospital wing, you located Remus’ bed, which was not a massive feat. The curtains were drawn around it, obscuring your view so that all you could see was his silhouette, curled into itself as he laid there.

You assumed that he was sleeping and turned to leave him alone to rest, but before you snuck back out again, you heard his sheets rustling and a particularly pained groan slipped out from his throat.

Concerned, you shuffled back towards the curtains, reaching forward and carefully pulling them back, trying to create as little noise as possible.

As you revealed him, even under the dim lighting, you took notice of the many bandages wrapped around his head; more than were usually there and you frowned, it must have been another bad full moon, the first one in a while.

“Remus?” you questioned, eyebrows knitting together in slight worry when he did not respond. “Remus, are you alright?”

“No.”

You wanted to kick yourself for that one – he had just been locked away in the Shrieking Shack to deal with a full moon alone, what sort of answer were you expecting?

“Well,” you replied cautiously, picking up the copy of The Daily Prophet that laid atop his bedside table and unfolding the pages to reveal today’s headline, “How would you feel if I read you the paper? It says there’s more information on the national goblin strikes – I remember you mentioned being interested in that, Rem.”

“Already read that one,” he grumbled, rolling over so that his back was facing you.

“Okay, how about,” you offered, wandering around to the foot of his bed, taking a seat on it, springs squeaking as you got comfortable, “once you get better and the strikes stop, we can go down to Gringotts, get some money out, and then we can buy some new books together.”

In response to this, Remus said nothing, but instead buried his head further into his pillow, hardly even acknowledging you.

“Remus please, just speak to me alright? I’m here for you,” you pleaded him, your eyes lighting up slightly as he began to sit up, looking at you for the first time since you had arrived. This close, you could really see how torn up he was, with fresh scratches across his face, crossing over the faded scars of older wounds, almost looking like reflections of each other. He still had some blood on his skin around his cuts, though it was dried now, and you assumed that the nurses had not been able to clean it off without worsening his pain.

He seemed to notice your eyes roving across his face and body because he began to pull down the sleeves of his sweater, covering his forearms as an almost ashamed look took over his features.

“Please just leave me alone,” he pleaded, his eyes shut, and brows knitted together – a melancholic sight, and you wished you knew how to help him.

“Rem…” you whispered, leaning in to him, your arm lifting up to cradle his face, “you don’t have to talk to me yet, okay?” Your palm was on his cheek now, you could feel the ridges of his scars under your fingers, the heat of his skin warming yours up, the left-over blood sticking you to him – like some sort of blood bond, you thought, a small smile raising the corners of your lips.

You stayed like this for a moment, a peaceful moment, before you brought your other hand up to rest against the column of his throat, atop the layer of bandages wrapped around his neck and you could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“I love you, Remus,” you mumbled, as if it were a promise, something to be shared between you two and no one else, a secret.

You found yourself tipping your head forward, foreheads kissing as your palms held his face, his skin feeling damp… with tears? You pulled back and his soft brown eyes stared into yours, unblinking, something changing behind them as he grabbed your wrists and yanked them away from his cheeks, holding them tightly in front of him.

“I told you-” he spat, roughly shoving your hands away- “just piss off.”

#harry potter #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin angst #remus lupin x reader #remus john lupin #sirius black #sirius orion black #james potter #james fleamont potter

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It’s been a long time coming, but I’ve got some posts coming up!!!! I know I kept saying that but I’ve got a few fics on the go and they’re nearly ready! <3

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin

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It’s been an absolute millennia since I last used this account to write stuff but I finally have some free time!! Pls send in requests I'm begging you

See who I write for here!

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter

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Eddie Munson

To Mordor

Nightmarishly adorable

#stranger things #eddie munson

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

#stranger things #billie hargrove #eddie munson #jim hopper #robin buckley #steve harrington

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so i just finished volume 2 of stranger things, and jesus. 😭🫶

not sure if i’ll ever recover from it, butttt do people still want me to write eddie fics??

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

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i would love a part 2 for your eddie fic!!!! part 1 was so good and i’m dying to know what happens next!!!!

i’m working on it at the moment! i’ve had mocks this week but i promise it should be out soon!! sorry for the wait 💞

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ahhh this fic was so fluffy and amazing, darling!! definitely made my day 😭🫶

awww thank you!!! it felt quite rushed but im sooo glad you enjoyed it 💕💕

anything fluffy with eddie honestly has my heart 🫶

#mae.txt #eddie munson

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i just came across it recently but i love your writing so much 💗 if you’re up for it could you do eddie from stranger things helping the reader fall asleep, maybe some cuddling? just soft and fluffy haha, it’s up to you and please do whatever you’re comfy with!! thank you lovely and have a wonderful day!! :) <3

I combined this ask with another one, hopefully that’s okay! thank you for the kind words, they absolutely made my day!! enjoy 💞💞

Nightmarishly adorable - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: You’ve been having nightmares and Eddie comforts you.

Warnings: swears, fluff!!

1.4k words

When you fell asleep, there had been a comforting patter of rain against the roof of the trailer, but now, as your body jolted itself awake, the rain was accompanied by the harsh sound of thunder that made you want to shrink back into the sheets.

But, fighting your drowsiness, you rolled over – your skin feeling grossly sticky with sweat and your eyes stinging as you forced them to stay open. You cautiously dangled your feet off the side of the bed, using them to search for the shirt you had thrown off during the humid night.

You felt something light and cotton, so you hopped off the bed, rushed to the light switch and used your hand to trace across the wall, your chest tightening the longer it took you to find it.

You felt something light and cotton, so you hopped off the bed, rushed to the light switch and used your hand to trace across the wall, your chest tightening the longer it took you to find it.

Bright light flooded the room, and your head whipped around – expecting to find some warped, faceless creature behind you; its pale arms stretching out, ready to snatch you from this world. But instead, you were greeted by your reflection in the window, and Christ – you looked dreadful; almost unwell.

Your hair such a tangled mess that as you bought your fingers up and began to run them through it, you grimaced – cringing at the feeling. To top off the living-dead-esque look; your eyes were sunken, and they were dull – nearly lifeless.

But then again, that’s what three nights without sleep would do to you.

You would never openly admit it to anyone – because it was so exquisitely stupid – but for a few weeks now, you had repeatedly found yourself waking up – always at three am – in a cold sweat, visions of a strangely familiar realm lingering in your mind.

Like normal dreams, you could never quite remember what had happened, but you were still frightened – an impending feeling of… something, something awful, following and eating at you every day.

But you pushed it out of your head for now, padding back towards to the bed, grabbing the t-shirt, and slipping it over your head – messing up your hair even more in the process. Then, you made your way to the bedroom door, grasping the knob, slowly twisting it open.

You slipped through the gap, attempting to be as quiet as possible, as not to wake up Eddie, who was fast asleep on the couch. But, as you were walking past him, you couldn’t help but stop to admire him; the way his pink lips were agape as he took in peaceful breaths was utterly adorable.

Continuing, you adventured to the kitchen, hunting down a glass. Whilst you rummaged around in the numerous cupboards, you wondered what would’ve happened if Eddie had slept in his bed with you, rather than insisting on taking the couch.

Maybe nothing would have happened, but in your mind, you liked to pretend that you two would be curled up together, arms and legs intertwined, his warm breath on your neck.

Yanking the final cabinet wide open, you were met with an abundance of mugs, one of which would do well enough for a quick drink of water.

Getting up on your tiptoes, you clambered onto the countertop, reaching in to grab one.

Your hand wrapped around the handle, and you turned to climb back down, your weight balanced precariously between the brink of falling off and staying upright. You had just lifted your foot up, half on and half off the counter when an unexpected noise echoed throughout the room, making you slip, landing on your back with a now chipped mug beside you.

Taking in deep gulps of air you relaxed somewhat, your heartbeat slowing.

Was that… was that Eddie snoring?

You placed your palms behind you, pushing up until you were standing. Then, carefully, you wandered over to the sofa, eyes focused on the floor – helping you evade the fragments of smashed ceramic.

When you reached the sofa, you peered over the side, noticing that his chin was quivering sightly.

“Eddie?” you murmured, prodding him in the shoulder, making the corners of his lips curl up. “Eddie, I know you’re awake,” you pried, continuing to poke him.

Deciding to try a different approach, you leant further over the couch, tickling his sides. Finally, his eyes opened, wide in faux fear as he writhed, trying to escape your grasp. “S-stop!” He cackled, slapping your hands away.

A couple minutes later, you stopped, grinning at him smugly. “You snore, you know that?”

“Shit, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out,” he replied breathlessly, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Is that why you had to sleep out here?”

“No, I just- I just thought it’d be pretty weird if we shared a bed, cause like, we’re not dating,” he explained.

When you didn’t say anything, he carried on talking, trying to diffuse any awkwardness, “Um, what are you doing up anyways?”

“Bad dream- plus I needed to grab a cup of water- actually, sorry about that,”

“About what?”

“I smashed your mug – when you snored, it uh- it scared me,” you spoke softly, praying he wouldn’t be mad at you.

His eyebrows rose, his eyes fixing on you, “No, no, no – do not apologise - I’ve got hundreds of mugs,” his gaze softened as he continued, “But a nightmare? Are you alright?”

He hopped up, climbing over the back of the sofa so he stood in front of you; his face far too close to yours – lips almost touching.

“Uh… yeah,” you hesitate, swaying as you took a step backwards, making the space between you two larger.

“You don’t sound very sure,” he notes, placing his palm across your forehead, “Plus it feels like you have a bad temperature,”

Unbeknownst to him – as moon shining through the blinds provided very little light – a rosy tint coloured your cheeks at his gentle touch.

“Honestly, Eddie I’m fi-“ you began protesting, but his finger pressing against your lips as he hushed you made you pause mid-sentence.

“Come on, Y/n,” he coaxed, moving his hand down slowly to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his side, “You’re obviously not fine. Why don’t we go to bed, I’ll stay with you if you want?”

At this you nodded, heading to his room, his arm practically holding you up at this point.

He swung the door open with his other arm, leading you towards the bed before splaying out across the chair next to you.

This made you frown as you scrambled under the sheets. “What are you doing over there, Eds?”

“I’m staying in here, just makin’ sure that you’re okay,” he said calmly, despite the fact his stomach was doing flips at the sweet nickname you’d made up for him.

“C’mere-” you patted the empty mattress bedside you – “I wanna cuddle with you.”

His eyes lit up and he practically leapt into the bed; far too eagerly but you were so tired that you didn’t even notice.

He pulled up the blanket, burying you both in it as he wrapped his arms around your waist; chests pressed up against each other.

You could hear his heart beating – it was fast, but as you both laid there in silence you felt it slow down, becoming a sort of lullaby for you.

After a while, you broke the silence, “Does this mean,” your words slurred together with sleepiness, “Does this mean that we’re dating?”

“What do y’mean?” He mumbled into your hair.

“You said you wouldn’t share the bed with me cause we weren’t dating.”

He paused, thinking through his choice of words. “What do you want it to mean?

“I- I mean I wouldn’t mind if we dated.” You admitted, hiding your face in his neck at the confession.

“Me neither,” he agreed, his hold tightening around you.

“So we’re dating now?”

“Definitely.” he mumbled, leaning back and admiring your face. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, eyes flirting away from yours.

Silently, you wriggled forwards, bringing your mouth up to his and leant in, pecking him on the lips, stunning him.

You pulled away, but he slid his hand behind your head, bringing you in for a longer, more passionate kiss; the heady smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses.

Not too long after, you dozed off in his embrace, safe and grounded by the faintly ticklish feeling of his fingers running up and down your back.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson fic #nancy wheeler #mae.txt

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hellooo!! i’m working through my requests at the moment, and i’ve nearly finished a fluffy eddie fic! i’ll post it later today, and then i’ll start working on pt2 to the angsty fic 💞💞

i hope you’re all having / have a lovely day ☺️

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would anybody in read a fic about your first time having sex with an inexperienced eddie?

cus there’s just so hot something about the idea of you being his first time 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson

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hellooo! saw that you're accepting eddie munson requests and well i need more eddie angst, so can you pleaseee do one where reader has been hanging out with steve a lot just because she needs help planning for a surprise for eddie on their anniversary or something because it's near but eddie gets jealous and insecure and thinks that maybe steve is better for the reader to be with and just breaks up with them right before the day of their anniversary and when eddie finds out what reader has been planning, he's completely crushed and you can decide for the ending. thankyouu!!

eeeeeek!! this is my first eddie fic and hopefully it’s alright!! i actually really enjoyed writing this even though it took longer than i’d like to admit and also my requests are still open!! tysm for the request, i think i went on a bit of a like detour but maybe part 2? idk! 💞💞 

To Mordor - Eddie Munson x Female Reader 

Synopsis: You and Eddie’s anniversary is approaching, and you need Steve’s help to plan it. But when you’re seen spending too much time with him, how will Eddie deal with it?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, alcohol use. 

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Your head rests heavily against Eddie's denim covered shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek as he looked down at you, credits rolling on the television. "What movie do you wanna put on next, Babe," he asks, running his fingers through your hair, "I think Poltergeist, I can one hundred percent guarantee that it would scare the shit out of you." He laughs, eyes creasing slightly at the sides.

As you sit up your hands wring together, "It's six thirty, Eddie," you murmur.

"So? We have loads of time to watch another, I can order us a pizz-"

"I'm meeting Steve at seven," You wince as you say it; this is the third time you've bailed on him this week. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I promise this is the last time," You stumble as you get up, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together and his face seems to dim.

He diverts his gaze away from you, choosing to focus on his hand as he rolls the tv remove between his palms, "It's fine, just go."

You can tell it's not fine, his jaw clenching and the tears pooling in his eyes tell you enough.

"Baby," You whisper, the soft thud of you foot as you step tentatively towards him making his head whip up to look at you, "I love you, and I promise this is the last time I'll ever ditch you, okay?"

After a beat of silence, you reach out to hold his face, but he slaps your hand away - a gasp of shock coming from both of you.

A guilted look crosses his features briefly before he jumps up, strides to the door, and yanks it open, the sound of his rings clashing with the metal handle making you jolt.

"Go!" He repeats, jerking his arm at the exit, "And you might as well fuck Steve whilst you're there."

You rap your knuckles on the door, your face all different shades of red - the scarf wound around your neck doing nothing to fight the evening chill.

You go to bang your palm against the wood again, your hand falling shy, cutting through thin air as the door is flung open - revealing Steve, who looked unusually smug - even for him.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, flinging his arms up in the form of some strange greeting. “Come in,” he prompts, guiding you in and pulling the door shut behind you, “wait upstairs real quick, I need to grab something.”

With that, he sped off, leaving you to find your own way upstairs; framed family portraits leering down at you from the walls as you pulled of your sneakers, grasping them as you headed towards the staircase.

Unravelling the scarf from your neck, you made your way up the stairs, pushing the already ajar door open with your hip.

You'd finally gotten comfy on his bed, back leaning against the wall, when he stepped into the room, one hand hidden behind his back. "Guess what I managed to find."

"A miracle, I hope,"

"No, two Black Sabbath tickets actually," he replies, revealing to tickets which he proceeds to wave around before pausing, "Hang on- a miracle? Why would you need one of those?"

"Eddie, he- you falter, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "He thinks I'm cheating with you and and I'm not! But it's not like I can just explain it to him is it? Our anniversary is in two days - it would ruin the surprise!"

Steve falls silent, his forehead creasing as he thinks.

"What am I meant to do, Steve!" you plead.

"Okay, okay," he takes a few steps towards the bed, sitting down opposite you with a firm grip on your shoulder. First, you're going to calm down, I mean, I always used to get this with my chicks."

"Eddie's not your chicks, Steve, he's... he's just different. That's why I can't lose him, not over something this stupid."

He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Here's what you should do. Tomorrow morning, go to his and give him the tickets. Yeah, it'll ruin the surprise but at least he won't be able to stay mad at you."

The second Eddie had slammed the door behind you, he span around, hands tightly fisting at his hair. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, stumbling backwards, practically tripping over the back of the tattered sofa; the trailer shaking at the impact.

He landed face first into a cushion and groaned as he breathed in - it reeked of beer.

Rolling off the sofa, he wondered if his uncle had kept that bottle of whiskey from Christmas. He probably had; he could've sworn he'd seen it the other day. He got down, kneeling on the tiled floor, fumbling with all sorts of cartons and boxes before his hand gripped onto the neck of a bottle - a bottle of bourbon.

As he yanked the lid off and sauntered across to his room, he could hear you nagging at the back of his mind, telling him not to drink it. He would've listened - had he not been attempting to drown any thought of yo uout.

He sunk down onto his mattress, taking frequent sips between thoughts.

Honestly, he couldn’t really say he was surprised. You were absolutely gorgeous – totally out of his league – and – as much as he hated to admit it – Steve Harrington was practically made for you, with his frustratingly perfect hair and charm.

He thought he would’ve seen this coming and Christ did he feel stupid now.

You glance down, twisting your wrist so you can see the watch face without sunlight reflecting off of it. 10:30. That seemed like a reasonable time to wake up someone who was incredibly pissed at you. At least that's what Steve had said.

Breathing in, you swiftly knocked on the metal door, hearing an undecipherable grunt.

“Hello? Eddie it’s me, Y/n.” you called, shrinking back as you finished the sentence.

Blinds flickered next to you, making you crane your neck around, catching a glimpse of his disheveled hair.

“Go away. We’re over.”

"Eddie, I'm here to apologise." you tried again.

Several minutes passed, and you realised that he wasn't coming out, so you headed back to your car, slipping an envelope into his mailbox.

For the third time now, the alarm next to his bed – which was swamped with his dirty clothes – blared. He sat up, squinting his eyes and glancing around his bedroom. Had you come to see him?

No, he told himself, that must’ve been a dream.

Once he had chucked on some clothes and generously sprayed deodorant over himself, he clambered out of the trailer, heading over to the collect the mail.

There were two letters for his uncle, an advert for some scout event and, a letter for him? He never got letters, so when he ripped it open to find two tickets to see his favourite band and a note from you, to say he was shocked would be an understatement.

“Eddie, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t expect you to open the door, so I wrote a note. I would’ve explained things sooner, I asked Steve to help plan our anniversary, (which is what the tickets are for) and I couldn’t explain without spoiling it for you. I promise that I would never cheat on you, and that I love you all the way to Mordor and back again.

- Y/n”

Oh fuck.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #mae.txt

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i just finished stranger things s4 and omg it was so good!! pls anyone send in eddie munson requests i really want to write for him but i have no ideas 😭

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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Lucius Malfoy

The Library 

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Harry Potter Masterlist:

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

James Potter

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

#harry potter #draco malfoy #fred weasley #george weasley #hermione granger #james potter #lucius malfoy #remus lupin #sirius black