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slow burn // two

pairing: lucas samos x nymph!female!reader

summary of chapter: it's the welcome party before the wedding. y/n and lucas are, visually at least, the perfect couple. of course, they can't get along for longer than a few seconds and get into an argument about a certain prince.

content of chapter: arguing, the royal family makes an appearance

word count: 1.4k

note: this is a little bit of a shorter chapter, but the next will be much longer.

You would have thought that out of everything, Y/N would have had control over how she was dressed for her welcome party. At least, that’s what she had thought. She was wrong. Her mother chose her dress, chose how tight to lace up the corset, chose everything. It was a Prussian blue thing, with silver fabric peeking through on the skirt. It wasn’t completely hideous, though Y/N would never admit it. She was wearing heels and, even though she had told her mother that there was absolutely no way that anyone would be able to see her feet, they were just as elaborate. Y/N was never one to complain about wearing a heel and sometimes would rather wear them over anything else, but these were making her feet ache within just ten minutes of wearing them.

Nonetheless, she had a smile plastered on her face. She wouldn’t be anything but a blushing bride. Her parents would be a horror to deal with if she was any other way, and all it would do was embarrass her. She couldn’t be caught being rude or in any way cold towards any guests. There would be nobles and government officials there, allies that her’s and Lucas’ families would need if the time ever came. Plus, it didn’t look as if Lucas was uncomfortable. He had a beaming smile on his face as he stood close to her, one hand occasionally grazing her back in a show of comfort, the other used to shake the hands of their guests. The medals and ribbons on his jacket seemed to glint in the light, showing everyone who could see them just how awarded her fiancé was.

What they didn’t see was the tightening of her jaw every time she felt his hand graze her back. She knew it was just another way to convince everyone that the two were in love, a way to save both their reputations even if everyone knew that their families had arranged the union. It was better this way. Better that the two looked to be in love rather than forced to marry. Then maybe Y/N wouldn’t be looked down upon with pity for her situation.

She was lost in this thought, mind straying away from the present due to boredom and the horrible pain in her feet, when an announcement of the arrival of the royal family sounded. Her eyes snapped to the entrance. The first to walk in were the King and Queen, looking as handsome and beautiful as anyone their age. They donned the colors of their houses, the King in red and black with his crown of flames atop his head, the Queen with her dress of navy blue and white with her own crown. While Delia had never quite enjoyed the company of the Queen, her icy gaze always sending a shiver down the girl’s spine, she had to admit she was strikingly beautiful. The two royals made their way to the couple, the smiles on their faces obviously ingenuine.

“Congratulations on the union,” the King merely said, eyes gliding over the two young Silvers. In response they bowed their heads.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Lucas spoke. Y/N was suddenly much more aware of his hand resting on her waist along with the fact that the older couple standing in front of them seemed just as uncomfortable with each other as herself and Lucas. She knew they weren’t married because they loved each other, but she would have hoped that after being together for so long that they would have figured out a way to be happy with one another. The sight did little to make her optimistic that one day she could have a comfortable life. If even the Queen wasn’t happy with her partner, the king, how could she? Y/N watched as the two made their way through the party while greeting others they were closer with. Her eyes tore away as they disappeared into the crowd, only the tops of their crowns seen moving away.

She watched as the two princes entered, both wearing jackets with just as many, if not more, medals than Lucas. She was sure that they hadn’t earned them as Lucas had, but that wasn’t for her to discuss. Despite both of the boys being Burners, Maven seemed to be much colder. He still held a smile upon his face, but there was something… off. Maybe it was the fact that his mother was Elara, or just because Y/N was just closer with his older brother. Cal, the heir to the throne, had been one of the only people that hadn’t excluded her from groups. She had been told numerous times, from Cal’s uncle Julian, that the late queen Corianne, Cal’s mother, had taken a liking to Delia before her death. She had been too young to remember, but from the stories she had heard, the old queen seemed like a beautiful soul.

“Congratulations, Y/N/N.” Cal spoke directly to Y/N, a wide grin appearing on his face as he used the childhood nickname he had given her. They had grown apart as they had gotten older, but the nostalgia was still there. Y/N had been given more opportunities to find a husband or a career that would help the family move up in court. Cal had been given more jobs and responsibilities in a move to help him be prepared for the throne. Neither could or would do anything less than what was expected of them in fear of the backlash from their families. They weren’t in love, and it wasn’t as if Cal could have the luxury of choosing his wife anyways.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied simply before adding on, “Your Highness.” She bowed her head as she had with the King. Maven was slightly less pleasant to greet. His icy blue eyes were similar to his mother’s, so different from Cal’s. The way he looked at her reminded her of the way others would look at her in training when she could perform a simple movement of the water in front of her. It had been years since then, and Maven hadn’t been much older than four or five at the time, but it was as if he had been there himself. But it wasn’t as if the boy was evil, right? He was just a kid still, only seventeen.

It was then Y/N realized she hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. Before she could greet him, or even open her mouth, Lucas beat her to it. She had forgotten he was even there, too caught up in thinking of the past.

“And thank you, Prince Maven, for attending.” Lucas greeted the younger boy, a forced smile upon his face. Y/N thought it was strange that even such a dedicated soldier as Lucas couldn’t find a way to be comfortable with the prince. The only response the officer had gotten was a simple nod and hum, which made Y/N frown slightly. She looked back to Cal, only getting a small shrug with a smile before the two boys continued on into the crowd, following their father and Maven’s mother.

Y/N hummed in annoyance, feeling Lucas shake with quiet laughter at her discomfort from the interaction. She looked up to him, furrowing her brows when he looked back at her.

“You find it funny that the prince looks down upon us?” She asked him, making sure she kept her voice quiet. She bit her lip to keep herself from bursting out in frustration as she had the week before when they had seen each other last.

“He’s the prince, there’s not much I can do about it. And what I find funny is how much it bothers you.” Lucas replied, his voice just as low as hers. “He seems to make you almost as bothered as I do.”

“That’s not possible.” She sniped back with narrowed eyes, seeming to forget that others were around them.

“What is it about me that makes you so furious all the time?”

When Y/N didn’t answer him, he smiled softly. He tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her twisted hairstyle behind her ear, lowering his head to speak into her ear.

“Try to keep that smile on your face until the end of the party.”

He turned away from her, going to speak with one of his friends from his time in the army. He left her with a flushed face and a strange feeling in her stomach. A feeling that didn’t fade away even after her mother ushered her over to the wife of the head of House Rambos to talk of wedding details.

#lucas samos #red queen #x reader #cal calore #evangeline samos #imagines #killorn warren #lucas samos imagine #lucas samos series #lucas samos x reader

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slow burn // one

pairing: lucas samos x nymph!female!reader

summary of chapter: y/n osanos found about her engagement through the red servants' gossip. after months of trying to convince her uncle, lord osanos, to call it off, it's revealed that they have to move the wedding up.

content of chapter: anger, irritation, arguing, the older adults are like the worst people ever, use of y/n, arranged marriage, like one swear word, reader is looked down upon, reader is mean to lucas

word count: 1.9k

Y/N was to marry the Samos boy. There was nothing anyone, including Y/N herself, could do to stop it from happening. She had been trying for months since the news broke to her, news she only found out when she had overheard Red servants while passing by the kitchens late one night. When she had pressed them to find out how they had figured this news out, they were hesitant to tell her, never having seen the young woman so angry before. She wasn’t known for speaking harshly to the help despite most of the other Silver’s doing so. When they finally broke and spilled that it had come straight from the mouth of her uncle, Lord of the House Osanos, she had been speechless. She knew she had to stop it from happening.

“House Samos is full of brutes and maniacs,” she had tried to reason. This only made her parents and uncle angry, all of them becoming even angrier when Volo and his own family had walked in only seconds later, obviously having overheard her comment. He had sneered at her before walking past her, nearly knocking her down in his movements. Ptolemus and Evangeline, his children, seemed not to care too much about her thoughts. The eldest of Volo’s children had only smirked over to her, eyes shining like a cat chasing its prey, while Evangeline looked rather bored. It was Lucas, their cousin and the man she was supposed to marry, who seemed to be the odd one out, looking equally as annoyed as the nymph girl.

Y/N ignored them all and turned to leave the room, knowing whatever they were to speak about she had no say in anyways. It was when she reached for the door, hand resting on the doorknob to pull it open, when she nearly had a heart attack.

“The wedding has to be moved up.” Volo announced to the room. This was unexpected. Everything had been planned to happen within a set number of days. There would be a welcome party for guests two days before, a ladies’ tea and gentlemen’s social hour the day before, then the beautiful wedding. Lucas was to go with the royal family back to Archeon and his wife was to follow. Y/N was supposed to have at least a few more weeks to get used to the idea that she would have to spend the rest of her life tied to someone she didn’t even know.

“What?” She turned to the rest of the room. It didn’t look like Lucas was surprised by this, something that made her scowl. He obviously was given more information and say about his life than she was. He was slightly older than her, and it helped that he was a male in one of the High Houses. Everyone, sometimes including the younger Silvers, looked down on her or at the very least underestimated her. She wasn’t the best in training, having struggled to control her ability until an older age than most. She had excelled in Protocol, but the only person who was proud of that was Lady Blonos herself.

Volo, as usual, ignored Y/N. “It seems the King would prefer to keep the months following Queen’s Trial to be about the Prince and his betrothed. A wedding between two of the High Houses would be… ‘distracting’.” He finished his sentence with a look on his face that said he agreed. He probably did, seeing how everyone believed that his daughter would be the next queen of Norta. Lord Osanos huffed, seeing this change in plans as an inconvenience to his day.

“Fine.” He replied flatly, looking at his brother and sister-in-law. They looked slightly annoyed with the change in plans but knew no one could go above the King. They nodded, looked at each other, and her father spoke.

“Next week.”

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It was late. Y/N knew that. It had to be at least 1 AM, and everyone was asleep. Everyone except her and a few Red servants. She should be sleeping herself, but her mind was racing. She couldn’t help but think that this marriage was going to be the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Tossing and turning, somehow never finding a comfortable spot or position to sleep in, she was so frustrated that she could cry. But it was when she thought about running away for the fifth time that night that she decided some warm milk may help her sleep. She threw on her robe, tying it tight in an attempt to help soothe her in case she might run into someone on her way to the kitchens. Mindlessly walking through the halls, she kept her steps light and quiet. She passed guards, some she recognized and some she didn’t. Regardless of that, she nodded and smiled kindly to them all, even when most didn’t even acknowledge her.

Rounding a corner near one of the dining rooms, she looked up from her feet. It was a good thing she had, locking her eyes on a certain blonde guard who she was determined to stay away from until their wedding. Y/N stopped in her tracks, deciding she would take the longer route to the kitchens if it meant not having to walk past him. She turned quickly wanting to get out of that situation as quickly as she could. She would have gotten away too, if it hadn’t been for the table that was directly behind her. She ran right into it, her hip hitting the edge, both making the table move about an inch and what was sure to be a giant bruise right on her side. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, knowing at least five guards had seen it happen.

“Y/N?” When she heard her name come from his mouth, she cringed. Facing him, she noticed his hand on the hilt of his dagger. She scoffed, narrowing her eyes. She didn't say a word to him yet when she started to walk away from the hall, she heard his footsteps following her. She sighed, walking faster. Of course, he caught up to her, his legs being longer and faster than hers. They fell in step together, no one saying a word for a few moments.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Lucas asked her with a soft voice. She knew he was trying to be kind to her, knew he was trying his best not to piss her off, but the question just made her angrier about their arrangement. She didn’t know why. He hadn’t directly done anything to her. Maybe it was just the circumstances, but the only thing she felt towards him was resentment.

“I can’t.” She answered quickly, voice just as quiet as her steps. Lucas waited for her to elaborate, but when Y/N hadn’t spoken again, he knew she wanted the subject dropped. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“Why?” This time, Y/N glared at him. She crossed her arms over her stomach, manicured nails catching Lucas’ attention. He smiled slightly at the light peach color.

“You know why.” She bit back, balling her hands into fists. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes from the frustration. The last thing she wanted was for Lucas to see her cry so she angled her head away from him. Lucas’ heart broke at her answer. While he wasn’t necessarily thrilled with the whole situation, it wasn’t the worst thing, was it? Was the idea of marrying him really that horrible? He didn’t understand what he had done to make the sweetest girl had known hate him so much.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, not just for the marriage, but for his family, for her family, for anything he had done to anger her. Instead of calming her, it did the opposite. Her eyes flared with irritation and she whipped her head to him. The tears had since fallen, any evidence of them having been wiped away by Y/N. Lucas leaned away when he saw the look on her face.

“For what? For having to marry me? For letting your family treat me the way they do? Or is it for the fact that you can’t even hear me crashing into a table without reaching for your weapons?” Y/N burst out, voice louder than before. She saw the doors to the kitchen just ahead, thankful that their time together would soon be over. Just as she went to reach for the door, Lucas’ hand fell onto her shoulder. They locked eyes, Y/N seeing that the softness in his eyes had been replaced by a burning fire of annoyance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re mad about that?” He was angry, only a bit. He couldn’t believe that the little moment in the hallway would really have stuck with her that much.

“Yeah, I am! You can’t even try to solve a problem without resorting to violence!” Her voice was getting louder and by that point a few Red servants had opened the kitchen doors a crack to see who was making such noise at that hour.

“It’s my job, Y/N. I have to protect the royal family, the kingdom of Norta! The Scarlet Guard is running around and I wasn’t sure if they had broken in.” He seethed back.

“Spare me the bullshit, Lucas.” She scoffed out. “You’re just like the rest of them. You’d rather kill first, ask questions later, if it makes your life easier.” Y/N pulled away from him, ignoring the way her arm felt colder without his touch. Lucas didn’t move. He couldn’t believe what she had said. He was kind, was he not? He still couldn’t figure out why she was acting so cold towards him, why she could be loving towards everyone else but couldn’t even find a way to act civil with him. After a moment of contemplation, he entered the kitchens.

Red servants milled about, preparing vegetables and meats to be cooked in the morning. They ducked their heads when he passed, acknowledging his rank as a Silver guard. He spotted Y/N in the corner, chatting with an older Red as she waited for milk to warm. She was smiling, talking kindly with the woman. After pouring the liquid into a cup, she bid the woman goodnight before exiting out a different set of doors. Lucas followed her, keeping himself a few steps behind in an attempt to keep her calm. It didn’t work.

“Don’t follow me.” She spoke over her shoulder, continuing to walk. As the walked, Lucas looked to the other guards in the halls. They raised their eyebrows to him, eyes full of amusement. They knew the two were betrothed to one another. They also knew that, for whatever reason, Y/N couldn’t stand the Samos male.

“I’m just making sure you make it back to your room safely, as I would for anyone else.” He told her.

“I’m not completely helpless. I can protect myself.”

“You’re not helpless.” Lucas echoed back. Y/N didn’t speak again after that, not knowing what to say to that. It sounded as if he thought she was more than a little Nymph girl who had once cried when Instructor Arven told her she was weak.

They reached her door together, Lucas having caught up with her somewhere along the way. She stepped inside, eyes flitting to the ground so she didn’t have to look at him. As she closed the door, she heard one last thing from him.

“See you next week."

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MASTERLIST

THE WIZARDING WORLD

one-shots

regrets // sirius black : post-azkaban!sirius black x female!reader, golden trio era, takes place during order of the phoenix

you’re pregnant with sirius’ child and the two of you are cooking dinner when buckbeak is mysteriously injured. against sirius’ wishes you attempt to help tend to the creature’s wound. whilst arguing with you to let him deal with it, buckbeak accidentally bucks up and you receive a gash in your arm. you run off in tears after sirius yells at you. that’s when sirius is called to the ministry to save harry, and though he tries to apologize when he leaves, you’re too stubborn to reply.

RED QUEEN

series

slow burn // lucas samos : lucas samos x nymph!female!reader, takes place from beginning of the book series until the end, not completed yet

y/n osanos was always going to be betrothed to another from a high house, but she never imagined it would be to lucas samos, a son of one of the most cruel of the silver houses. though she is kind to almost everyone she encounters, she can't feel anything but irritation towards her future husband.

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

one-shots

life and death // klaus hargreeves : klaus hargreeves x platonic!female!reader, takes place before series and slightly towards the middle of season one, coming soon

klaus' childhood best friend, who 'breathed life into everything she touched', had died a month after graduating high school and he is too afraid to see her so he is constantly drunk or high. when he finally sobers up to save the world, they meet again.

#imagines #red queen #maurauders era #sirius black #lucas samos #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #x reader #female!reader #fem!reader #x female!reader #x fem!reader #masterlist

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regrets // sirius black

pairing: post-azkaban!sirius black x female!reader

content: frustration, arguing, wounds, death, grief, pregnancy

summary: you’re pregnant with sirius’ child and the two of you are cooking dinner when buckbeak is mysteriously injured. against sirius’ wishes you attempt to help tend to the creature’s wound. whilst arguing with you to let him deal with it, buckbeak accidentally bucks up and you receive a gash in your arm. you run off in tears after sirius yells at you. that’s when sirius is called to the ministry to save harry, and though he tries to apologize when he leaves, you’re too stubborn to reply.

note: i originally posted this on a different account, but i'm switching it over to make this my main account.

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"You shouldn't be in here." You heard the voice of your husband scold you slightly.

Just minutes ago, you had both been trying making dinner for two, which wasn't going too well. It was a new thing for both of you. Sirius had always had food made for him, whether it was by a house-elf or a fellow magic-maker. Your father was a Muggle and had been brought up by a single mother, so he taught you the essential cooking skills, but over the summer Molly had been so intent on keeping you off your feet when the announcement of your pregnancy came about that you had become a bit rusty.

But then you both had heard Buckbeard let out a sharp cry of pain. Sirius rushed up the stairs with you waddling closely behind him to find an angry hippogriff with a deep gash. Sirius tried pushing you out of the room to keep you from getting injured, but you had refused due to the pure fact that you had become too fond of the creature to leave. Now, you were attempting the clean out the wound while Sirius tried to hold him still.

"I can do this myself." He grumbled.

"Just let me help. I've almost got it." You replied with, dabbing at the cut.

A shriek and a yell later and you were leaning against a wall holding your upper arm. Blood coated your fingers and was dripping onto the ground along with your teardrops. Sirius rushed to you, shaking his head as he gently grabbed your arm.

"You should have listened to me." He sighed out. "Now get out and fix that. I can't remember any healing spells." He continued and moved back to Buckbeak, who was waiting

"I'm fine." You said, moving toward Buckbeak, only wincing a bit when you moved your arm.

You grabbed a roll of bandages and started to try to dress Buckbeak's wound. You had dropped it at least three times before Sirius pushed you away from the beast.

"Go." He said firmly, pointing to the door.

"I'm fine." You said through gritted teeth as you were attempting to move past him.

Sirius had finally snapped. He loved you too much to let you do this. He shook his head angrily and took a few steps back when he saw no movement from you.

"Just get out, goddammit!" He yelled, turning away from you.

You stumbled back, the hand of your uninjured arm immediately going to your swollen stomach. You let out a shaky breath as you turned and waddled out of the room, slowly padding down the stairs. You grabbed a kitchen towel from the counter and wrapped it around your arm. You couldn't heal it magically at the moment because you had injured your wand arm. You wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your face and wobbled over to a chair. You sat there for at least an hour, simultaneously hating yourself and cursing Sirius out in your head. You occasionally checked on your injury, lifting the blood-stained towel up to see an ugly gash. You only faintly heard Kreacher's voice from another room but thought nothing of it. The house-elf always talked to himself, and you didn't feel the desire to hear more slurs about your blood status.

The front door of the house banged open to reveal an out of breath Remus. You frowned at him.

"Where's Sirius?" He breathed out frantically.

You pointed to the stairs meekly just as Sirius came rushing down.

"What's going on?" He asked Remus, the glanced at you to see if you were okay.

You didn't even look at him. Instead, you stared at the tablecloth in front of you. You were too scared to look at Sirius, but not of him. You were scared of what you would do if you did look at him.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lured Harry to the Ministry," Remus said quickly, grabbing out his wand from inside his jacket.

You looked up at this. Harry was like your nephew. You had immediately gotten along with the boy when you two first met, back when Sirius was in Azkaban. The Potter had only been eleven, and at that time, Dumbledore had introduced you as merely one of James' friends rather than Sirius' lover. You had been close to James before he was killed by the Dark Lord. He had treated you as his sister, and you had treated him as your brother because your own was too busy 'ruling the school' with Lucius Malfoy. You were treated as one of the boys, though you had never learned of the Marauder's Map until it was in Harry's possession. He had let you hang with the four Gryffindors most of the time, and they had all joked with you.

Then you had taken a special liking for one of the boys when fourth year rolled around. Sirius had always seemed to make sure you were happy, and sometimes even made you promise to cheer for him at Quidditch games. Your hands had grazed the other's frequently, and that was about the only time you ever saw Sirius blush. He had finally decided to ask you out on a date around Christmas time. It was just a simple butterbeer together at Three Broomsticks, but it was enough. You two had had butterbeer together before, but only in the presence of Remus, Peter, and James. This time it would be alone.

After the drinks, Sirius walked you back to the Gryffindor common room and just before you had headed off to the girls' dormitory, he had swiftly grabbed your face and placed a kiss upon your lips. You kissed back, of course, and that had led to you two cuddling and being as romantic as can be on the sofa. The only problem you two had not thought of was James. He had walked in on the two after a great day in Hogsmeade. He didn't seem to like his best friend being an item with his 'sister'. This led to an early bedtime for you both. By morning, Sirius had convinced James that he would keep you safe, and you had promised that you would still cheer for him at his Quidditch games. You were made one of Lily's bridesmaids and Sirius was made James' best man. At your own wedding, you had asked Lily to be your maid of honor, and Sirius had practically begged James to help him with his vows and be his best man.

So to say that you had felt a special bond with Harry was an understatement. You waited for Remus to continue with something, anything that would make you feel better. But he didn't. Instead, Sirius sprang into action. He told Remus to beat him there so he could make sure Harry was safe enough, swiped his wand from off the counter, and slipped on his shoes. He rushed over to you and placed a kiss on your lips just as he had done the first time.

"I love you, (Y/N/N)." He told you.

When you didn't answer him, he sighed.

"I'll be back." He declared before Apparating out of the home.

You instantly regretted not answering him. You moved from the chair you were sitting on to the bedroom you two shared, which was just Sirius' old bedroom with some of your things inside. You let your hand graze over the pictures of the two of you, of James and him, of the Marauders all together, and of just you. You gently laid yourself onto the bed and closed your eyes, cherishing the silence. You could smell Sirius on the blankets and pillows. It helped you fall asleep, but it didn't keep you asleep.

Only a half an hour later, you woke up with tears streaming down your face. You had the worst nightmare ever, one where Sirius died hating you. You couldn't stand it. You placed your feet onto the ground and walked out to the living area. You sat on the sofa and waited. You felt like you had been waiting forever before you finally heard the familiar sound of the door opening. You rushed as fast as you could to the door, greeting who you thought was Sirius with a hug.

"(Y/N)." You heard Remus' voice.

You threw yourself off of him and looked at him with concern. You noticed that Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

"Remus, where is he? Where's Sirius? I need to say something to him." You told the werewolf.

Remus looked as if he had swallowed a giant pill. He looked pained and weak. You frowned softly at the man, looking up into his eyes as you waited for his answer. He looked down at you and wrapped you in a hug. You immediately pulled away, sensing something was wrong.

"What happened? Is he hurt? Did he get caught by the Ministry?" You asked him, a million and one scenarios going through your head.

Remus shook his head. He gulped down a breath and stumbled into the house further. He practically fell down onto a chair, staring into space and running a hand through his hair briefly.

"(Y/N), he-he's dead. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him and -" Remus said softly, his voice breaking.

He looked up at you, tears streaming down his face. You couldn't comprehend his words at first. When it finally clicked, your face fell, along with your body. Remus had barely made it to your falling form before you hit the ground. He held you on the floor as you sobbed, clutching onto his shirt and gulping for air. All you could feel was pain and heartbreak.

You blamed Bellatrix, you blamed Voldemort, you even blamed yourself. Why hadn't you kissed him back? Why hadn't you told him that you loved him? Why did you get upset over something that was truly your fault?

You must have been sitting there for an hour before a knock on the door came about. Remus slowly helped you stand and supported you as he led you over to a chair. He then walked to the door, wand at the ready. He swung the door open with his wand pointed at the person behind it.

Molly Weasley had a forlorn look on her face. She shoved past Remus and practically ran over to you before wrapping you in her arms. She always treated you like her own child, ever since you met, which was sometimes a bit annoying because of the smothering, but most times it was endearing. Molly pulled away after a few moments. She looked you over and caught a glimpse of your arm. She gasped at the bloody mess, drew her wand from inside her bag, placed the tip of her wand near the injury, and muttered something. Instantly your arm healed, leaving you with no trace of an encounter with Buckbeak. You sniffled softly, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"Now, you will come with me back to the Burrow. Go pack whatever you will need to bring, and I will find means of traveling. Apparating will hurt the baby, and I don't seem to have any Floo powder." Molly said, looking through her gigantic bag.

You did as she said, and packed everything you could. Your clothes, your toiletries, your favorite objects, and of course, every picture you could find that wasn't magically stuck to the wall. You carried the bag back to where Molly was. She immediately grabbed your bag from you and shoved it into Remus' arms. She then gently wrapped your traveling cloak around you and grabbed your hand. She led you outside the house, locking the door behind her with a flick of her wrist. You were carefully placed inside a taxi, with Molly next to you, Remus next to Molly. Molly gave the driver the address, stroking your hair gently as you leaned into her.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" The driver asked, attempting small talk.

Remus didn't say anything back. You held back a sob and snuggled into Molly even more, your tears streaming down your face faster now. Molly just nodded sadly and continued to stroke your hair. The driver didn't say anything else after that.

When you finally reached the Burrow, it was daylight. You hadn't gotten any sleep since your little nap, but you couldn't sleep alone. You had barely been left alone since Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. You slept with him, you ate with him, you cleaned with him, you cooked with him, you had even taken showers with the man. Before your pregnancy, it had been a sexy time with him. But when you had started growing a baby bump, he didn't want you to somehow pull a muscle by washing your hair. It sometimes was a bit bothersome, but it was also sweet. He was so excited to be a father. He never let you get too cold or too warm. He kept you stuffed with all your favorite foods.

But now he was gone. You were alone in this world until your child was born, a child you would have to raise alone. Your child wouldn't have a father. No one to check under the bed for monsters. No one to tease you with. You choked back a sob, knowing that Molly and Remus were trying to sleep. You softly rubbed your stomach and looked out into the garden.

After hours of Molly smothering you with every form of love she had, you were finally left alone again. The moonlight streamed in through the window of the room you were staying in. The stars shone brightly on the country hills. You quietly made your way down to the garden, then sat on a bench out there. You snuggled into your sweater and looked up at the night sky. You saw a particular star shining the brightest. Sirius. You wiped away the tear that had fallen and smile sadly at the diamond-like thing.

"I love you too." You whispered to it, remembering Sirius' last words to you.