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South America was a place of beauty when you visited last, staying out at campsites under the stars, long hikes with guides to search for plants unheard of by most of the wizarding world, and the locals who always treated you with kindness that you reciprocated to the fullest of extent. But everything was different now, no more staying at campsites, guides, or kindness. Instead, you hide in the shadows of the dense vegetation of Paraguay.

It had been weeks since you both left Hogwarts together getting out of Europe as soon as possible had been the best move you could make. Getting as far away from the ministry had been your plan, so here you are on the other side of the Earth, as far as you can go. By the time the three of you reached Paraguay Buckbeak had made it obvious that he did not like all of the flying you were doing, having an increasingly bad attitude over the past few weeks.

Culminating to right now, where you are having a staring competition with him. You had caught him looking at you a while ago and now you can’t help but stare back, a little on guard that he will attack you. It had also been increasingly obvious that Buckbeak preferred Sirius to you, and seeing as how he had left an hour or so ago, you were on your own. Food had been the worst thing to try and find, both of you couldn’t show your faces and no one wanted to give food to a stray dog. So Sirius had started stealing enough to get you all by, leaving you in charge of Buckbeak for a few hours each week.

You turn your head in the direction of the small village that you were staying near, hoping to see Sirius walking back by now. Unfortunately, your eyes don’t find anything and when you look back at Buckbeak he hasn’t moved. You adjust on the log bouncing your leg a bit in impatience and anxiety, his eyes never leaving you. A bit frightened now, you turn your head back to look in the same direction as before, this time finding Sirius walking through the trees carrying a sack.

“Hey,” you call to him when he gets closer, “Anything good today?”

“Some chicken and veggies,” he says to you smiling.

“Oh, we are eating good tonight,” you tell him mirroring his expression.

Sirius laughs while walking towards you, “Has he given you any trouble today?” Sirius jests, he is well aware that Buckbeak prefers him over you and thinks it is hilarious.

“You like making jokes and shit,” you tell him standing up, “But one day you are gonna come back and he will have murdered me, pecked eyes out, clawed me to death, or worse.”

“Well I don’t know what would be worse than any of the things you just listed,” Sirius says, placing the sack on the log you were formerly sitting on, “But I highly doubt that he would hurt you in any way.”

“You say that,” you say to him.

“Oh!” he says, “I got a letter from Harry today.”

“Did you read it yet?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” he tells you, “Most of it was him complaining about his Aunt and Uncle or that you and Remus won’t be back to teach next year.”

“He did not write to you about me,” you tell him rolling your eyes.

“Why not?” he asks reaching into the bag and producing said letter, “I will show you.”

He briefly skims through the letter and then says, “Here,” and points at a section of Harry’s writing.

‘-Hermione won’t stop complaining about y/n leaving, she was writing letters to the Ministry but they told her to stop after two weeks. As much as I wish she would stop complaining, she is right. Nothing will feel the same next year without y/n here,-’

When you are done reading the letter you can’t help but smile. Even though you were only at Hogwarts for a short amount of time your impact resulted in students caring about you and your teachings.

“Thank you for showing me this,” you tell him.

“Did you think that they would just forget about you?” he asks jokingly.

But honestly, yeah. It wasn’t like you were the D.A.D.A. professor, you were only in charge of teaching kids how to grow plants. The idea that you would be memorable with less than a year of teaching at the school was insane but here you were, “I mean I just didn’t think they would care, I guess.”

“Well, Harry and Hermione will definitely miss you,” he says.

“Don’t act like there isn’t a pull paragraph about how he wants to live with you,” you remind him, “And not his aunt and uncle.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says waving his hand at you, “Doesn’t really matter if he wants to.”

“When everything dies down a bit we should be okay heading back,” you tell him, the same promise you have been making for weeks, “Harry will still want to live with you, even if it’s a year from now.”

“We should head back,” he says, redirecting the conversation, “It’s getting dark.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “The cave will be hard to find if we wait much longer.

It’s a bullshit excuse, you both know it. Sirius had been avoiding the topic of his return since you brought it up the first time weeks ago, it seemed like he thought he might never go back. Not that it mattered at the moment anyway, seeing as how you were both wanted criminals.

Sirius picks up his bag and walks over to Buckbeak preparing him to leave. You were getting sick of dancing around the topic, increasingly reminiscent of the situation back in January. Was this something he did usually? Just move on from important things and not think twice?

All three of you make your way through the dense jungle of trees and plants. Sirius and Buckbeak are in the front, leaving you trailing behind, trying not to spiral. When you get to the entrance of the cave both of you sit down and eat your meal of stolen chicken and vegetables.

“I’m gonna write Harry back,” he tells you, “You should write him something.”

After dinner, Sirius writes Harry another letter and you write yours as well.

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know that during the summer you are with your aunt and uncle usually, so I don’t know if you can talk to Hermione but when you can, give her the other letter I enclosed.

I wanted to write to you to tell you how pleasurable being your teacher was. Even though it was only for a short while teaching you and your friends was the best part of being at Hogwarts. I truly hope one day we will meet again.

Your friend,

y/n Figg

The next day Sirius sends both of your letters off on a rather large brightly colored bird, while you hadn’t told Harry where the both of you are he could probably have figured out you weren't in Europe anymore.

For the rest of the day you don’t speak much to each other, unusual considering you are the only person around. But you leave it, not wanting to bother him and start a fight or some shit. So you leave him alone for the day, eating the leftovers from the day before by yourself. Entertaining yourself by sketching on some parchment, the page is full of drawings of plants around the cave by the end of the day.

When the sun sets you go into the cave and lay down on your area covered with a few blankets you’ve been able to find. Sirius comes in not log after you, laying down on his blanketed area after putting Buckbeak in the back of the cave.

As time passes you have no idea how long you try to sleep for, shifting every so often trying to find a comfortable spot on the cave floor, listening to the sounds from outside from animals and the light fall of rain that has started to come down. Deciding that you aren’t going to fall asleep anytime soon you get up and walk towards the entrance.

The rain coats the rock floor a slick dark grey and the air is filled with moisture. You put your hand out catching the rain in your palm which overfills with warm rainwater. Taking a moment to pull off your sweater, you throw it far enough in the cave it doesn’t get wet, before going out of the cave into the rain. You close your eyes and tilt your head up, allowing the rain to run down your face to soak into your clothes.

You stay like this for a while, your clothes and hair catch the water, sticking them down to your skin. Still, you allow the rain to soak you just listening to nature around you, breathing in. Then out.

“y/n?” you hear from behind you.

You know it’s Sirius so you don’t answer him right away, thinking for a moment, “What in the bloody hell are you doing?” he asks you, his voice much closer this time only a few steps behind you.

Turning around you find Sirius looking at you, his face full of concern, “I’m fine,” you tell him.

“Really?” he asks you raising an eyebrow.

“No,” you tell him, “I’m not fine, I- ugh.” You rub your hands over your face wiping the rain off, thinking about everything that you both have gone through over the past few months. January seems like so long ago compared to the last month, but you want to bring it up. You want to bring everything up, tell him exactly how you have felt for months but can’t.

“Why didn’t you talk to me today?” it’s a shitty out you know that, but you don't know what else to say.

Sirius’s face goes from concerned to guilty, “You know what? It’s okay.” you tell him beginning to walk away.

“Wait,” he says grabbing your arm.

You stop for him, both of your bodies parallel to each other. The sound of your heartbeat fills your head as you look at him. Sirius moves his hand from your arm to your face, cupping your cheek.

“Why didn’t you kiss me in January?” you ask him, if it weren't for how close you were he probably wouldn’t be able to hear it over the rain.

Instead of answering Sirius leans in and places his lips on yours, rain pouring down. For a second you don’t know what is happening and don’t react, shocked at the turn of events. Sirius pulls back for a second, “I have wanted to do that since before Christmas,” he says sincerely.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Honestly,” he says, “I thought that you wouldn’t want to kiss someone with fucked up teeth.”

You laugh, “I feel stupid now.”

The rain continues to fall around you, but in that moment, it feels like everything else fades away. Sirius's admission breaks through the tension, leaving you both vulnerable yet oddly comforted in each other's presence. “You don’t need to feel stupid,” Sirius says softly, brushing a strand of wet hair away from your face. “We’ve both been through a lot, and it's okay to have doubts. You meet his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions swirling inside you. “I don’t want to keep doubting,” you admit your voice barely a whisper against the rain.

“Then let’s stop doubting,” Sirius replies, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. “Let’s take things one step at a time, together.” His hand lingers on your cheek, his touch grounding you amid uncertainty. And in that moment, as the rain continues to fall and the world around you fades into the background, you realize that maybe, just maybe, there's hope for brighter days ahead.

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mothguillotine · 2 months

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VIII.

When you wake up you are in a familiar place, the hospital wing of the school. Your head is pounding from your injury but when you reach up to rub your head you are unable to. Both of your hands are cuffed to the bed not allowing you to move much. Looking around you see the privacy panels are blocking you from seeing most of the room. You can hear a few voices speaking near you.

“If she did aid in helping Sirius then she will be sentenced by a court,” a man's voice says, “Nothing will change that, Dumbledore. One of your professors has volunteered to be a witness in her trial and with all of the evidence we have found she will most likely be sent to Azkaban.”

“Now if you will excuse me,” the man says, “I have to check on Black.”

The sound of his footsteps fall away and you hear Dumbledore sigh from behind the panels. A few moments later you hear him walk around the panels into your view. His usually comforting presence is now disgruntled, “I assume you heard that?”

You nod your head unable to vocally respond, there is no way that you can survive in prison. Both of you know this, “Thank you for trying.”

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he tells you, “I still have a few more tricks up my sleeve.”

The much older man walks back out from your makeshift room and out of the hospital wing you can assume by the large doors being thrown open and closed. You sit silently for a while, enjoying your last few hours of freedom. Until you hear the door open yet again, the footsteps walk over somewhere for a moment and then make their way over to your panels.

Hermione walks out from behind them seeing that you are awake she greets you, “Professor Figg,” she says, “I just wanted to say thank you for everything, Harry and Ron are still knocked out from everything that happened.”

“I’m just happy that the three of you are okay,” you tell her sincerely.

“What will happen to you?” she asks looking at your wrists.

“Honestly, Hermione,” you tell her, “I will probably go to Azkaban or worse.”

“What?” she asks loudly, “How could they do that? You didn’t even do anything.”

“Well, aiding and embedding in one of the most wanted criminals is probably pretty damning,” you tell her.

“But you just can’t! They just can’t!” she yells, frustrated, “Sirius is getting executed by dementors and you are being sent to jail.”

“Not everything works out all the time Hermione,” you tell her sadly.

“Are you really going to give up?” she asks you.

“Hermione,” you start, “There is nothing I can do. I am quite literally chained to this bed.”

Hermione lets out a breath, “I’m sorry.”

“Sweetie, it’s okay,” you tell her, “It’s not your fault, but there is something that you can do for me. Just tell my aunt that I love her and I will miss her.”

“Of course,” she promises, “Is there anything else, Professor Figg?”

“Well, you don’t have to keep calling me professor,” you tell her, smiling trying to lighten the mood, “I doubt that Dumbledore would allow a prisoner to teach so…”

“Will you be okay?” she asks.

“I don’t know Hermione,” you tell her, “My aunt does work for the ministry so she might be able to pull some strings, but this whole situation is so public that it probably won’t work.”

“I wish everything worked out how you wanted it to,” she says sadly, “Sirius deserves to be free and so do you.”

“You should go before someone comes in here,” you tell her, “I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

“Bye, y/n,” she says.

“Goodbye, Hermione.”

Her shoes make little echoes as she walks somewhere else in the room. Whispers come from behind the panels making you unable to hear anything. For a few minutes that is how it stays until you hear Harry, “I saw my dad.”

“What?” Hermione asks.

“He sent the dementors,” he says, “I saw him across the lake.”

“Listen, Harry,” she says, a bed creaking under the pressure of someone sitting down, “They’ve captured Sirius and, well they think that Professor Figg was helping him try to kill you. Any minute the dementors are going to perform the kiss on him and y/n will be sent to Azkaban.”

“You mean they are going to kill him?!” Harry asks.

“No,” she says, the bed rustling as Harry quickly gets up, “It’s worse than that. Much worse. They’re going to suck out his soul.”

The heavy doors open and in walks someone with heavy steps, “Headmaster, you’ve got to stop them! They've got the wrong man and y/n is innocent!”

“It’s true, sir!” Harry says to Dumbledore, “They are both innocent!”

“It’s Scabbers who did it,” Ron says, who must have woken up during Harry’s outburst.

“Scabbers?” Dumbledore asks.

“He’s my rat, sir,” Ron explains, “He’s not really a rat. Uh, well he was a rat. He was my brother Percy’s rat. But then they gave him an owl, then I got…”

“Point is, we know the truth,” Hermione says, “Please, believe us.”

“I do, Miss Granger,” he says, “But, I am sorry to say, the word of three 13-year-old wizards will convince few others.”

You hear Dumbledore walk over to the bed next to you, where Ron is, “A child’s voice however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.”

He stops for a second, “Mysterious thing, time. Powerful. And when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen and you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight more than one innocent life may be spared –three turns should do it.”

Dumbledore walks out of the room but before fully leaving he says, “Oh by the way,” he says, “When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.”

The doors shut, leaving the four of you alone in the medical ward, “What the bloody hell was that all about?” Ron asks.

“Sorry, Ron,” Hermione says, “but seeing as how you can’t walk…”

A few moments later you hear Ron exclaim, “Bloody hell!”

“What is going on, Ron?” you ask him.

“Harry and Hermione, they just- disappeared!” he yells, “It was wicked.”

“What happened exactly?” you ask.

“Hermione had this necklace,” he says, “She put it around their necks and then they were gone.”

“Well, I hope everything goes well,” you tell him and not a minute later the doors slam open again. This time rushed footsteps are quick to run over to the panels that surround you, no one is there for a second until Hermione reveals herself, pulling off a cloak. She looks much more exhausted than when you last saw her, hair sticking out all over the place.

“We need to go now,” she tells you, brandishing her wand and shooting a spell to rid you of the cuffs.

“Hermione, what is going on?” you ask her.

“I don’t have time to explain to you,” she says, “They will only be gone for a bit while they search for Sirius.”

“Okay,” you tell her, “Let’s go.”

You get out of bed and rush over to her following her out of the paneled area. Ron is, as you correctly guessed, on the bed next to you looking confused. Hermione stops at his bed and looks at him, “If anyone asks, you were asleep.”

“Oh- okay,” he says, then she walks to the doors and peaks out.

“Bye, Ron,” you tell him, waving.

“Come on,” Hermione rushes you, “We need to go!”

You run to the front of the room and Hermione wraps the cloak around the two of you, turning you invisible. Both of you slink down the halls to the courtyard where three figures wait in the darkness. The moon is bright in the sky, as you both make your way further from the castle.

“Harry,” Hermione whispers when you grow closer.

“Hermione?” Harry asks from the shadows, Hermione takes the cloak off the two of you with the confirmation that her friend is indeed there.

“I got her,” she says and Harry and Sirius emerge from the darkness, along with Buckbeak.

“Sirius, are you okay?” you ask him, actually having the chance to talk for the first time since everything started.

“I should be asking you that,” he tells you, with a look of regret in his eyes, “We need to go.”

“Yeah,” you tell him.

“I hope you are okay with flying,” he says which you take to mean that you would be flying on Buckbeak.

“Yeah,” you tell him, then you turn to Hermione and pull her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

You then move towards Harry, “Promise me that you will stay safe?”

“I wish I could,” he tells you smiling which you reciprocate and pull him in for a hug as well.

“Hey, Hermione,” you say to her which catches her attention again, “Give Ron a hug from me will you?”

She blushes and nods at you, probably wondering if she had been that obvious about her feelings. You walk over to where Buckbeak is waiting while Sirius says goodbye to Harry, Hermione stays by his side.

Sirius moves toward you, “Are you ready?” you ask him.

“Well you are the one who is about to be a wanted criminal,” he says, “So, are you?”

“Let’s go,” you tell him.

He pulls himself atop Buckbeak and then sticks out his hand for yours, grabbing his hand he helps you climb up the hippogrif. Hermione hands Sirius the chains that are wrapped around Buckbeak's neck, “You really are the brightest witch of your age,” he tells Hermione.

Hermione smiles and walks back to join Harry, who is standing further back. Sirius raises his arms and sets Buckbeak off. Both of you flying into the night.

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VII.

“y/n, he is right there,” Sirius says to you, “Let's get him.”

“Sirius,” you tell him, turning your back to Ron, “This was not the plan, you were only supposed to grab the rat.”

“This year is almost over,” he tells you, “I want to be free, it’s been twelve years.”

“We are so close,” you tell him, “You are so close to being free.”

“Professor Figg?” Ron asks, “Harry trusted you, we all trusted you.”

“Someone is coming,” Sirius says, pulling you back behind the open door as footsteps come pounding up the stairs.

“Ron!” Harry says worriedly as he rushes in to help his friend followed closely by Hermione.

“Ron, you're okay,” Hermione says with relief.

“The dog,” Harry asks, “Where is it?”

“Harry, it’s a trap!” Ron says pointing at the both of you, “He’s the dog! He’s an Animagus! And he’s been working with her!”

Harry and Hermione turn to look at you both and the door in front of you slams shut revealing you and Sirius.

“Professor Figg?” Harry asks confused and angry, “You are working with Sirius this whole time?!”

“Harry,” you start walking towards him.

“If either of you want to kill Harry,” Hermione says, putting herself in front of him, “You’ll have to kill us too.”

“No,” Sirius says, “Only one will die tonight.”

“Then it’ll be you!” Harry shouts pushing past Hermione and grabbing Sirius by the neck and throwing him to the floor. He takes out his wand and points it at Sirius’ face.

Sirius chuckles, “Are you going to kill me, Harry?”

The door suddenly bursts open, drawing your attention away from Harry and Sirius, finding Remus, “Expelliarmus!”

Harry’s wand shoots out of his hand and Remus motions to Harry to move. He stumbles back to where Hermione and Ron are still waiting and Remus positions his wand towards Sirius. You put your hands up showing that you aren't holding anything and back up towards the window.

“Well, well, Sirius,” Remus says, slowly approaching Sirius who is still on the floor, “You look remarkably put together for someone imprisoned for the last twelve years. The photograph in the paper made you look mad, the madness within finally reflected on the surface.”

“Well, you’d know all about the madness within,” Sirius says, “Wouldn’t you, Remus?”

Everyone is silent and you can’t help but look between the two men, wondering what is going to happen. Remus suddenly lowers his wand still looking at Sirius then smiling and reaching out his hand to help him up off the floor. Sirius gladly takes his hand and pulls him in for a hug as soon as he is up.

“I found him,” Sirius says to Remus, “He’s here!”

“I understand,” Remus says to him taking his forearms.

“Let’s kill him,” Sirius tells him.

“No!” Hermione shouts, “I trusted you! And all this time y-you’ve been his friend. He’s a werewolf! That’s why he’s been missing classes.”

“Oh shit!” you exclaim, you really had not paid attention to the staff this year.

Remus (and thankfully no one else) reacts to your outburst instead he walks towards Hermione, “How long have you known?”

“Since Professor Snape set the essay,” Hermione says to Remus.

“Well, well, well, Hermione,” Remus says, “You really are the brightest witch of your age I’ve ever met.”

Sirius looks done with this topic of conversation, shaking his head and walking behind him, “Enough talk Remus! Come on let’s kill him!”

“Wait,” Remus says trying to calm him down.

“I did my waiting!” Sirius yells, “Twelve years of it- in Azkaban!”

For a moment the room goes silent as Remus looks between the kids and Sirius, “Very well.”

“Okay, wait,” you tell the both of them as Remus hands Sirius his wand, “We at least deserve an explanation to them.”

“Yes, I agree with y/n,” Remus says facing Sirius, “Harry has the right to know why.”

“I know why!” Harry yells, “You betrayed my parents! You’re the reason they're dead!”

“No, Harry,” Remus corrects, “It wasn’t him. Somebody did betray your parents, but it was someone who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead!”

“Who was it, then?” Harry asks him.

“Peter Pettigrew!” Sirius shouts, “And he’s in this room! Right now! Me and y/n have been trying to get him for nearly this entire year! Come out, come out, Peter! Come out and play!”

Before you know it Snape is at the top of the stairs and rushing into the room, “Expelliarmus!”

Remus’s wand flies out of Sirius’s hand making all three of you defenseless. Sirius backs up against the piano behind him.

“Ah! Vengence is sweet,” Snape says, his wand still directed to Sirius, “How I hoped I’d be the one to catch you.”

“Severus, it…” Remus starts but stops when Snape redirects his wand towards Remus instead.

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend try to get into the castle,” Snape says walking towards Remus and Sirius, causing them to back towards you, “And as for you, Figg, I have informed Dumbledore about my stolen classroom items and will be sure to report you to the ministry given your involvement. And now, here is all the proof I need.”

“Now Snape don’t be rash,” you tell him and he directs his wand towards you instead, “There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.”

“Save it for the courts,” Snape drawls, “You should also learn to take better care of your things, although in Azkaban there won’t be much use.”

“Brilliant, Snape,” Sirius says stepping in front of you, blocking you from Snape, “Once again, you put your keen and penetrating mind to the task, and as usual, come to the wrong conclusion. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Sirius continues walking forward toward Snape, who looks flabbergasted and reacts by shoving his wand towards Sirius’s neck his face now full of disgust, “Give me a reason. I beg you.”

“Severus, don’t be a foul,” Remus says walking towards Snape and Sirius.

“He can’t help it,” Sirius says laughing, “It’s habit by now.”

“Sirius, not the right time!” you shout.

“Be quiet,” Remus suggests to him.

“Oh, both of you be quiet,” Sirius says to which Remus walks away from the two of them.

“Oh listen to the three of you,” Snape says.

“Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?” Sirius jests which results in Snape’s wand pressing hard against Sirius’s neck.

“I could do it, you know?” Snape asks Sirius, “But why deny the dementors? They’re so longing to see you. Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh, yes. A dementor's kiss. One can only imagine what that must be like to endure. It’s said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but I’ll do my best.”

“Severus, please,” Remus begs.

“Snape, at least give us a minute to explain,” you plead. Snape ignores the two of you, pointing his wand toward the door gestering for Sirius to leave.

“After you,” Snape says to Sirius and turns his head towards the kids, wanting them to leave the room.

Harry walks over to Snape slowly and points a wand at Sirius, who looks down not able to meet Harry’s eyes. As he grows closer he suddenly moves the wand to point at Snape, “Expelliarmus!”

Snape flies back across the room hitting the old bed which collapses when he hits one of the supports. When he flies back a familiar-looking wand falls out of his robes landing on the ground by Sirius’s feet.

“Harry, what’d you do that for?” Ron asks, both he and Hermione wearing shocked expressions.

“You attacked a teacher!” Hermione shouts.

Harry ignores the two of them aiming his wand between the three of you, “Tell me more about Peter Pettigrew!”

“He was at school with us,” Remus explains, “We thought he was our friend.”

“No,” Harry says, “Pettigrew’s dead. You killed him!”

Harry’s wand is directed at Sirius alone again and Remus steps in front of Harry, blocking his view of Sirius, “No he didn’t! I thought so, too until you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map. Then y/n explained what she and Sirius have been trying to do this year.”

“The map was lying then,” Harry says.

Both Remus and Sirius look exasperated by the course of the conversation, “The map never lies!” Sirius shouts, “Pettigrew’s alive! And he’s right there!”

Sirius points in Ron’s direction, “Me?” Ron asks confused, “He’s mental! I-”

Sirius cuts him off, “Not you! Your rat!”

“Scabbers has been in my family for-” Ron starts but is cut off yet again.

“Twelve years?!” Sirius asks, “A curiously long life span for a common garden rat. He’s missing a toe, isn’t he?”

“So what?” Ron asks.

“All they could find of Pettigrew was his fing-” Harry says, starting to put the pieces together.

“Finger!” Sirius exclaims, “The dirty coward cut it off so that everyone would think he was dead. And then he transformed into a rat.”

“Show me,” Harry says.

Sirius reaches down to grab the rat out of Ron's hands, which causes Ron to pull the rat closer to him. Squeaks coming from the protesting rat as well as Ron desperately trying not to lose grip of him.

“Give him to him, Ron,” Harry says.

“What are you trying to do to him?!” Ron yells but loses his grip on the rat, “Scabbers!”

Sirius takes Pettigrew by his neck, carrying him over to the back of the room. Remus watches as he walks past him, Ron is being held back by Hermione, “Leave him alone! Get off him! What are you doing?!”

Sirius places the rat on the top of the open piano, to which it immediately runs off. Both Sirius and Remus move after it and you move to grab your wand off the ground. The rat dashes past all of the spells thrown at it and runs towards the door trying to escape, just as it reaches the hole in the wall that would allow it to be free a spell finally hits it, revealing Peter Pettigrew. The man is halfway through the hole when he is transformed so is trapped for a moment until Sirius and Remus pull him out, covered in dust from the wall and looking very rat-like.

“Remus?” he asks, “Is- is this Sirius? My old friends!”

Pettigrew immediately tries to run for the door again but is blocked by the two men who shove him back. All three of you have your wands directed towards him. Knowing that he can’t convince them of his innocence he looks around and finds a new target in Harry.

“Harry, look at you,” Peter says, walking towards him, “ You look so much like your father, like James. We were the best of friends, he and I…”

“How dare you speak to Harry!” Sirius yells which scares Pettigrew away from Harry and back towards the piano, Sirius chases after him, “How dare you talk about James in front of him!”

Remus joins Sirius by the piano, making sure Pettigrew doesn't escape, you move over to the kids to make sure they stay safe. All of your wands pointed in the direction of Pettigrew.

“You sold James and Lily to Voldemort, didn’t you?!” Remus questions.

“I didn’t mean to!” Pettigrew cries hysterically, “The Dark Lord-, you have no idea the weapons he possesses! Ask yourself, Sirius? What would you have done?”

Sirius takes a moment before yelling, “I would have died! I would have died rather than betray my friends!”

Pettigrew suddenly decides to crawl under the piano, Harry runs in front of the door stopping him from leaving. Peter grabs his shoulders and leans in to whisper in his ear. Remus and Sirius struggle to pull him off Harry.

“You should have realized Peter,” Sirius says, he and Remus pointing their wands at the man pathetically pressed against the piano, “That if Voldemort didn’t kill you, then we would, together.”

“No!” Harry shouts still standing in the doorway.

“Harry this man is…” Remus tries to explain.

“I know what he is,” Harry says, “But we’ll take him to the castle.”

“Oh, bless you, boy,” Pettigrew says going down on his knees and reaching out to grasp onto Harry’s pant leg in a disturbing scene, “Bless you!”

“Get off!” Harry shouts at him moving away from the whimpering man, “I said we would take you to the castle. After that, the dementors can have you.”

The whimpering unfortunately grows louder, now his whole body shaking in terror. The man looks around yet again his eyes landing on you.

“Miss, please,” he begs, crawling over to you, “Have mercy!”

“If you are looking for sympathy,” you tell him, “Look elsewhere.”

The man starts sobbing pathetically, Remus and Sirius both come over to lift him off the floor, “Please! Children, Ron, Hermione!” he begs as he is dragged away.

You turn to face Ron and Hermione, “Are you both okay?” you ask them, “I know that this is a lot to take in all at once.”

Ron and Hermione look at you in bewilderment still huddled together, “Yeah,” “Mhm,”

“Okay,” you tell them, “We should probably, you know, get out of here.”

They both get off the chasse and leave the room after Sirius and Remus, Hermione helping support Ron with his mangled leg. After they leave only Harry and you remain in the dusty room.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, “I know that it’s probably a stupid question but I need to ask.”

“I- I don’t know,” he says, “I still don’t understand why you were helping him?”

“What do you mean?” you ask him confused.

“Why you were helping Sirius, I mean.” he says, “Why take the risk of helping him and making sure I didn’t get hurt?”

“Like, what was in it for me?” you ask him, to which he nods and you think for a second before answering, “Well, I didn’t really do this for any particular reason. I just wanted to help.”

You place your hand on his shoulder, “Come on let's get out of here.”

The two of you make your way out of the old bedroom and down the stairs to join the rest of the group. When you reach the bottom of the steps the rest of the group is all standing around the hatch in the floor, Sirius notices the both of you coming downstairs and smiles. Remus sits down at the opening and jumps down.

“Now, you Peter,” Sirius says pointing his wand in his direction and gesturing toward the trapdoor. Pettigrew scurries towards the hole in the floor, carefully making his way down the rocks.

“y/n,” he says, motioning you to come over, “You’re next.”

You nod your head and he reaches out his hand, helping you get down under the floor. Remus already has his wand out when you reach the bottom, emitting a soft light that reaches the walls around you. Harry comes down after you, followed by Ron, and then Hermione.

Harry helps support Ron until Sirius gets to the bottom of the passage, also choosing to help Ron. You and Hermione trail in the back behind the three of them as you all make your way out. Remus chooses to lead you all out as well as keeping a close eye on Pettigrew, who is being tightly held onto by the arm.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, Sirius decides to break it, “Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.”

“A bit?!” Ron asks, “A bit?! You almost tore my leg off!”

“Now, I was going for the rat,” Sirius says, “Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog.”

That makes you chuckle a bit, seeing as how you met because of him as a dog, who was very strange and not as he put it sweet, “Is there something you would like to add?”

“No,” you tell him, laughing a bit, “It’s just that, I never took you for a sweet dog is all.”

He turns his head to look at you, his expression mildly offended, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you tell him, “Never mind.”

“Anyways, your dad,” he says, directed at Harry, “In fact, more than once suggested I make the change permanent. The tail I could live with, but the fleas- they’re murder.”

Harry smirks at the mention of Sirius's dog-related challenges. The group continues walking through the underground passage, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the rocky walls. As the group nears the exit, you notice the familiar feeling of dampness and the earthy scent that signifies the Hogwarts grounds. The passage opens up into the moonlit night, and the cool breeze greets you as you step out into the open. The castle stands majestically against the night sky, clouds cover most of the stars, but beautiful nonetheless.

Harry and Sirius place Ron next to the tree, Hermione immediately moves to look at the damage to Ron’s leg and Harry stands observing them. Sirius on the other hand walks away, taking in his surroundings as a proven innocent man. After all of these months of work, it’s finally over.

“You better go,” Ron tells Harry.

“No,” Harry says, “No, don’t worry. Okay?”

“It’s fine we can stay,” Hermione says to him, “You go.”

“You okay?” Harry asks Ron.

“I’m fine,” Ron tells him, “Go.”

“He’ll be fine Harry,” you say, “I promise.”

Harry nods and walks away from the three of you, bending down you look closer at Ron’s leg with Hermione, “Ow,” she says, “That look’s really painful.”

“So painful,” Ron says, “They, uh, might chop it.”

“Ron,” you tell him, “They will not chop off your leg because of a dog bite.”

“Yeah Ron,” Hermione says, “I’m sure Madame Pompfrey will fix it in a heartbeat.”

“It’s too late,” he says dramatically, “It’s ruined. It’ll have to be chopped off.”

“Ron,” you tell him seriously, “They NOT going to chop off your leg. You probably won’t even have a scar.”

“Professor Figg is right,” Hermione says backing you up, “No one is going to cut off your leg.”

“Turn me into a maggot!” you hear come from beyond the tree. Looking over you see Remus chasing after Pettigrew, who is coming straight towards the tree, “Dung beetle. Flobberorm! Anything but the dementors!”

“Shh,” Remus tries to quiet him while attempting to drag him away.

“Ron,” he says, “Ha-haven’t I been a good friend? A good pet? You won’t let them give me to the dementors, will you? I was your rat! Oh! Sweet girl! Clever girl! Surely you won’t let them…”

“Get away from them!” Remus shouts and grabs onto Pettigrew's arm dragging him away.

“All right,” he concedes, “Please, please! No! No! I’m weak. I couldn’t help it.”

Pettigrew continues shouting for help even though it has been made very clear that he will not be receiving any, “Quiet!” Remus shouts at him, “No one is going to help you.”

Remus has Pettigrew standing far away from the three of you and has his wand on him.

“You think they will let me skip my exams when this is over?” Ron asks you.

“They might,” you tell him, “You never know until you ask. I would recommend doing it when Dumbledore comes to visit you in the medical wing, but that will have to wait until this is all over.”

Hermione suddenly takes notice of something looking beyond the tree, “Harry!” she cries pointing at something.

Everyone turns to look at what she is pointing at and unfortunately, Remus sees it first, the moonlight. The moon rises above the landscape exposing his face in the white light. His expression changes right away going blank staring into the moon.

“Remus,” Sirius says to him running up the hill to join you all, “My old friend, have you taken your potion tonight?”

Remus grunts out in pain and Sirius rushes over to him, “You know the man you truly are Remus! This heart is where you truly live! This heart here!”

Remus does not respond to him though and instead continues grunting in pain. During the struggle with Sirius, Remus drops his wand. You watch as Pettigrew reaches down and picks up the wand from the grass. Before you can cast any spell, Pettigrew beats you to it, “Expelliarmus!”

You fly back into the tree hitting your head, knocking you unconscious.

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VI.

Both you and Remus discuss late into the night, what exactly will happen on Friday. You go through details you hadn’t thought about yet with Sirius and end up making the plan airtight.

Unfortunately, that plan is thrown out the window early in the morning. The plan was to go to Ron after breakfast in the morning and ask him to take Scabbers, aka that little rat Peter, to Hagrid’s on Friday. Eating breakfast, all you wanted to do was get up and talk to Ron, and now that you and Remus were on the same page he knew what your anxiety was about. As soon as breakfast is started to be cleared you see Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stand up ready to leave the Great Hall.

You quickly approach them, catching up with the trio before they can make their way out of the Great Hall. Hermione looks at you with curiosity, while Ron and Harry exchange glances.

"Morning, Professor," Hermione greets you.

"Good morning, Hermione, Ron, Harry," you nod at each of them. "Ron, may I have a word with you?"

Ron's eyebrows knit together in confusion, but he nods and follows you to a quieter corner of the hall. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before addressing him.

"Ron, I wanted to talk to you about Scabbers," you begin, “I was thinking that it might be a nice idea to take him over to Hagrids later this week, maybe it will help boost his spirits a bit.”

"Yeah, well, Scabbers is unfortunately missing,” he tells you, “So I won’t be taking him anywhere.”

“What?!” you ask horrified, knowing that isn’t true, “Why didn’t you tell the staff? We could have looked for him.”

“I blame Hermione’s bloody cat,” Ron says and you raise your eyebrows, “Excuse me, I think it was Hermione’s cat, Professor Figg. I woke up a few days ago and he was missing, blood was everywhere.”

“What about Redeye?” you ask him, concerned about the other rat.

“He’s fine,” Ron tells you sadly, “Crookshanks only seemed to wanna eat Scabbers.”

“Really?” you ask him, “And you didn’t find that weird… at all?”

“I just thought that Crookshanks was scared of him,” he tells you reminiscing over his thought to be dead pet, “Scabbers was a bit less intimidating given he was missing a toe and fat.”

“What day was this exactly?” you ask him.

He thinks back to a few days ago before telling you, “It was the same day as the trial for Buckbeak,”

“So the last time you saw him was on Friday night before going to bed?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” he says, “That sounds right.”

“And I’m just curious,” you start, “Do you normally… sleep with Scabbers?”

“Yeah, why?” he asks.

“You know bud, it’s probably not the greatest idea to do that,” you tell him, “Given the bubonic plague and all.”

“What?!” Ron asks you confused.

“The bubonic plague was started by fleas on rats, who went onto ships and bit people. They got infected and passed it on to others all because of the fleas,” you tell him, Ron looks horrified, “Do you understand?”

“Ye-, yes, Professor,” he says, “Is that all?”

You look around to find the Great Hall mostly empty, “Yes, that's all Ron.”

“Okay see you, Professor Figg,” he says turning and walking impressively fast out of the hall.

This was the worst possible thing to happen, you should have tried to capture him earlier. It didn’t matter though, Peter Pettigrew was gone. As much as you wanted to go and find Sirius to tell him about this development you had classes for the next few hours, so it would have to wait until later.

As the hours slowly pass you feel yourself growing more anxious. You can't shake the feeling that the situation is escalating, and you're running out of time to help Sirius prove his innocence. It's difficult to focus on the curriculum when your mind is racing with the implications of Peter's escape. The day passes in a blur until it's the last class of the day and you can’t help but rush out of the room.

You rush up to your room and throw your books and papers on your bed. Quickly you violently kick off your pair of clogs, one hitting the wall and the other flying out the window. Shit. Not important right now, you remind yourself.

Throwing on your trusty Converse and grabbing your wand, you leave your room in a rush, shoes squeaking down the corridor instead of your usual clomping. Running past many students who watched as you ran by. You run down the stairs and follow the path to Hogsmeade until you are panting as you walk into the woods. Trying to catch your breath, you walk briskly to the clearing.

You find yourself standing alone, the eerie silence of the forest surrounding you. Sirius isn’t here. While you hadn’t expected him to always be in the woods, you had no idea where else he could be.

“Okay,” you tell yourself, “If I was Sirius what would I do? He would probably want to be as close to the school as possible but he couldn’t take the path, so he went through the forest.”

Clouds cover the sun making the once-green forest look hauntingly dark, your wand’s light doesn’t expel the darkness all the way. The light is enough to see a trail of paw prints, most likely from the day before after your meeting, or at least you hope.

‘Hopefully, it’s not some other animal.’ you think to yourself.

Following the tracks with your light, you make your way through the dark forest. No birds seem to be chirping and you see no flowers or any greenery, everything instead is silent and grey. The light from the sun doesn’t reach through the canopy of trees and you can only rely on your wand to see, but even then the light only reaches a few feet around you leaving the rest of the forest ominously dark.

*CRUNCH*

You turn around quickly expecting to find some sort of hideous beast but find nothing. As ridiculous as you feel being this scared you can't help but feel anything besides that. As you move deeper and deeper some light starts to return, lighting the forest up little by little. Reaching the other side of the forest you see that you have ended up near the Whomping Willow, which is a relief now knowing where you are. Looking around you decide to walk over that way.

“Wait!” you hear someone yell and you see Ron running toward the tree chasing something.

Harry and Hermione come chasing after him a moment later seeing Ron lying dangerously close to the tree holding something in his hands. You take off running towards them due to their accident-prone nature.

“Ron!” Harry shouts, “Run!”

“Harry, Hermione, Run!” Ron shouts at him pointing behind them you look and finally find Sirius, “It’s the Grim!”

“Oh, shit,” you say under your breath trying to reach them.

You aren't fast enough and Sirius jumps over Harry and Hermione instead focusing on Ron, biting his pant leg, dragging him towards the tree.

“Harry!” Ron cries out, “Harry!”

“Ron!” Both Harry and Hermione shout over and over again chasing after Ron.

“Harry, help!” Ron shouts and Harry dives forward as a last-ditch attempt, unfortunately missing and Ron is dragged into the tree. The tree finally seems to come to life, swiping Harry and Hermione away from itself, both of them land at your feet.

“Are you both okay?” you ask them.

“Professor Figg?” Hermione asks, “What are you doing out here?”

“I was on a walk, but that’s not important,” you tell her, “We need to help Ron. You both stay here and I am going to help him. It’s very important that you both stay safe, okay?”

The pair of them give you a non-committal nod but you are too focused on helping Ron to care, slowly you make your way towards the tree dodging each of the swings towards you. Not moving gracefully just with pure adrenaline you are able to dive into the hole after Ron and Sirius. Unfortunately, the rock floor that you fall onto scrapes up your hands making your wand fall somewhere in the shadows. You search for a minute crawling on your hands and knees but ultimately give up instead you walk up the stairs that are lit dimly.

The farther down into the cave you go the darker it gets, you end up running your hands along the sides of the cave to ensure you are going the right way. The end of the cave comes suddenly and you nearly run head-first into it. Looking up you can see a little bit of light peeking through cracks, not nearly enough to light up the cave floor. The wall in front of you has large flat rocks sticking out of it, two on one side and three on the other. ‘It’s a ladder,’ you realize.

You plant your foot onto the bottom rock and hoist yourself up, when you reach the top the trapdoor comes loose easily when you push on it. Pulling yourself up out of the hole you begin to hear Ron crying from deeper in the house and Sirius yelling. After you replace the cover you rush up the stairs and fall on one of the steps, tumbling but picking yourself up quickly to make your way up the remaining steps.

“Ron!” you yell, “Ron where are you?!”

“Professor Figg, in here!” you hear him shout from the room in front of you, running in you see Ron sitting on an old chasse cradling his rat and Sirius standing on the other side of the room from him. While Sirius looks exceptionally less crazed than when you first met him, you can see how Ron would be frightened.

“Professor Figg,” Ron says, “Thank Merlin you are here, It’s Sirius Black!”

“It’s okay, Ron,” you tell him, “Everything is going to be okay.”

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The walk back to Hogwarts is full of you trying to figure out how to ask Ron to take his pet rat to Hagrid without sounding weird. You had decided to go for the route of comfort after his Hippogriff was executed. When you get back to the school lunch has passed and you head upstairs to grade assignments. The wooden desk in your room had stacks of assignments to be graded, many of them looking no better than chicken scratch. You sit down, take a deep breath, and prepare to translate for the next few hours.

As the hours pass you make a sizeable dent in your papers, and when dinner time comes around you decide that you have done enough for the day. Dinner is in fifteen minutes so you decide to head down to eat. Missing lunch had made you ravenous for some good food so to say you were happy was correct. Dinner is loud as always but you don't care. The food smells amazing and you enjoy your dinner, eating just the perfect amount of everything.

After dinner, you decide to walk around the grounds of the school, given you would be gone from campus for the whole summer. You knew that you would miss being at Hogwarts and teaching but you were looking forward to summer break. After all, you were invited to stay with Sirus and Harry, which you were really looking forward to. Many of the students had abandoned the Great Hall after dinner had concluded including Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You were hoping to be able to speak to Ron tonight but you would have to find him tomorrow.

Walking around past curfew was a luxury only given to staff so about an hour after dinner no students are in sight. Your shoes make quiet clomping sounds on the floor, cursed fucking loafers you had to wear given the dress code for teachers. While the herbology staff has a bit more leniency than the rest of the staff, the first day you showed up wearing a pair of old Converse Snape made a remark about them. After that, you dug through your closet to find the horrific shoes.

Of course, you can’t have a moment of peace and your walk is interrupted by a “Luminous” while you are passing a corridor. The light in your face makes you unable to see who is behind the wand but you would know that voice anywhere, Snape.

“Professor Snape, Is there a reason you are shoving your wand right in my face?” you ask him.

“I apologize, Miss Figg,” he says insincerely, “I mistook you for a student.”

“It’s Professor Figg,” you correct him, “And if I am not mistaken you still shouldn’t be putting your wand in someone's face let alone a student's.”

“Professor Figg,” he says, “Is there a reason for you to be wanding the halls so late?”

“Not that it is any of your business but I am just out for a walk,” you tell him.

“Be quiet,” he says, the darkness reappearing in the hall for a moment before you hear Snape walk down the hall you decide to follow him quietly. Around the corner, you see a soft light, and a few of the paintings are speaking to someone.

“Turn off the light!” “Watch it there, boy.” “We’re trying to sleep here.” “Yes, we are.”

As you both round the corner you know exactly who it is, Harry Potter. You hear him mubble a few words as well as “Nox,” shrouding you all in darkness yet again. Of course, yet again Snape shoves his wand into a person's face. Goddamn it.

“Potter,” Snape says with his usual distaste, “What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?”

“I was sleepwalking,” he says which you honestly don’t believe.

“Harry, please return to your dormitory,” you tell him shaking your head hopefully displaying your disappointment.

“No,” Snape draws out his wand still raised at Harry, “How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle.”

“My dad didn’t strut,” Harry says, “Nor do I. Now if you don’t mind, I would appreciate it if you could lower your wand.”

Snape tilts his wand out of Harry’s face, “Turn out your pockets.”

Harry reaches into his hoodie pocket and produces a piece of parchment, a very familiar piece of parchment. While this one had no writing on it let alone a map of the castle, it was very reminiscent of the one you had seen Fred and George with months ago.

“What’s this?” Snape asks.

“Spare bit of parchment,” Harry says.

“Really?” Snape asks, “Open it.”

Harry folds open the parchment, “Revel your secrets.”

Writing appears where the once empty space had been, “Read it,” Snape says.

Harry takes a breath, “Messers. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to Profesor Snape and…”

“Go on,” Snape says to him.

Harry continues, “And request he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.”

You can’t help but laugh, but Snape does NOT find it as humorous, “Why, you incolent, little…”

“Professors,” Lupin says from behind you.

“Well, well. Lupin,” Snape says pointing his wand towards the other professor, “Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?”

“Harry, are you alright?” Lupin asks instead of responding to Snape.

“That remains to be seen,” Snape says snatching the parchment out of Harry's hand with a big swish of his cape, or robe? Cloak? Doesn’t matter. “I have just now confiscated a rather curious artifact from Mr. Potter. Take a look, Lupin. Supposed to be your area of expertise. Clearly, it’s full of dark magic.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt it, Severus.” Remus says, “It looks to me as though it’s merely a parchment designed to insult anyone who tries to read it. I suspect it’s a Zonko product.”

Snape reaches to grab the parchment from Lupin who quickly moves it away, “Nevertheless I will investigate any hidden qualities it may possess. It is after all, as you say, my area of expertise. Harry, Professor Figg, would you both come with me please?”

“Professor Snape, good night,” Lupin says walking away with Harry and you trailing slightly behind him.

All three of you walk through the corridors to Lupin's classroom without speaking, awkwardness evident. Your loafers make their obnoxious clomping sound, echoing throughout the halls, causing some paintings to wake up and scold you. So you try your best to make the least amount of noise as possible until you reach the classroom.

“Come in,’ Lupin says opening the door to his class which is lit by beams of moonlight coming through the window, “Now I haven’t the faintest idea, Harry, how this map came to be in your possession, but quite frankly, I am astounded that you didn’t hand it in.”

“Should I leave?” you ask a little shocked that you were correct in assuming that this was the same parchment as the map from the semester prior, “I feel like I shouldn’t be here and that this is a private conversation.”

“No,” Lupins says looking at you, “Sit down.”

“Yeah,” you say relenting and sitting at a desk, “okay.”

“Harry, did it ever occur to you that this,” Lupin says gesturing with the map, “In the hands of Sirius Black, is a map to you?”

“No,” Harry says, “No, sir,”

Lupin approaches Harry, who can’t seem to look him in the eyes instead tilting his head down, “You know, your father never set much store by the rules, either, but he and your mother gave their lives to save yours. And gambling their sacrifice by wandering around the castle, unprotected with a killer on the loose, seems a pretty poor way to repay them! Now, I will not cover up for you again, Harry. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Harry says.

“I want you to return to your dormitory and stay there,” Lupin tells Harry who turns around, “And don’t take any detours. If you do… I shall know.”

“As for you,” he says walking over to the desk you are currently sitting at, “We need to have a serious conversation.”

Before Harry leaves the room he turns around, “Professor, just so you know, I don’t think that map always works. Earlier on, it showed someone in the castle. Someone I know to be dead.”

“Oh, really?” Lupin asks walking up to the front of the class, “And who might that be?”

“Peter Pettigrew,” he says, you make a face that you think Lupin unfortunately catches.

Lupin shakes his head a bit, “That’s not possible.”

“It’s just what I saw,” Harry says then turns to leave, “Goodnight Professors.”

Lupin stands still at the front of his classroom still holding the map, his face barely lit by the moon. He holds out the map in front of him, pointing his wand at the parchment.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” he says.

You move out of the desk and join Lupin, who is staring down at the map.

“Wanna go rat hunting?” you ask him.

Lupin points his wand at you, “How do you know?” he asks.

“It’s a really long and complicated story,” you tell him putting your arms up in defense.

“I believe we have time,” he says not relenting with his wand.

“Listen I swear I had NO IDEA any of this was happening when I originally signed up to teach here,” you tell him, “At the beginning of this year when we first met on the train I recognized you, I didn’t know where though until I found a picture of my aunts sister and you were in it. The Order of the Phoenix. It had a whole bunch of people in it, Dumbledore, Hagrid, and all of the Mauraders. You, James, Sirius, and Peter. I didn’t really know what to make of it at the time until… well-”

“What?” Lupin asks you.

“Listen, I need you to keep an open mind about this part,” you tell him, “In Hogsmeade, I kept seeing this black dog, something just wasn’t quite right with him, so one day I followed him into the forest. And well, I ran into a very wanted criminal, Sirius Black, and before you freak out I a not working with Sirius to kill or maim Harry in any way. Anyway moving on, I figured out that something wasn’t quite right with the whole story and Sirius told me all about how he found out Peter was still alive. Since then I have been getting him supplies and we have been planning the safest way to get Peter away from Ron.”

Lupin looks speechless for a moment, his mouth agape, “If you know that Peter and Sirius are animagus then do you also know about…”

“About what?” you ask him, confused you had never bothered to ask why they decided to secretly become animagus.

“Sirius never told you why?” he asks.

“I mean, I never asked,” you tell him, “It wasn’t really important, was it?”

“What’s your plan?” he asks.

“Well that is also pretty complicated,” you tell him.

“Talk me through it.”

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IV.

Staying true to your word you showed up the next weekend and every weekend, snow being inevitably replaced by the green returning to the world. Neither you nor Sirius brought up the meeting after Christmas again, which made it obvious to you that he regretted what had happened. So you try to forget, try to stop thinking about him, but no matter how hard you try you just can’t.

On the other hand, at least the snow had melted and you could easily reach Hogsmeade. The days were longer now leaving you more time to spend at the clearing with Sirius. It hadn’t been awkward the times you visited after Christmas, but you could tell something was bothering him. Throughout the months of visiting him on the weekends, you watched as he became himself again. While still not completely put together, his overall look had improved greatly. He looked nearly completely different now, well everything except his teeth. Unfortunately, you had not found any books at the school about magical dentistry. At the bookstore in Hogsmeade, they had looked at you like you were crazy but ordered the book nonetheless. Today you finally received the book after the backlog of orders came through.

While you were still fast asleep this morning, a loud *BANG* came from your window. You shoot up out of bed grabbing your wand from the side table, you walk over to investigate. When you open the window you are pleasantly surprised to see an owl with a package.

“Sorry, buddy,” you tell him, scratching his head. To which the owl drops the package and flies away.

You cut the twine holding it together and tear open the brown paper wrapping, Dentistry: A How To. Just what you expected, the aforementioned book. You look through it, and many pages are full of diagrams of different types of teeth from wizards to werewolves. Flipping through the pages you find just what you are looking for, the ingredients and steps to make Dentiserum. Which, while a painful process, will regrow teeth. Unfortunately, the potion makes new teeth for you while pushing out your old ones. Ew. Looking at the list you realize that all of the items are going to be in Hogsmeade, making your life very easy in this regard.

So you get up for the day, putting on some clothes, brushing your teeth, dealing with your hair, and finally grabbing the book. When you leave your room, you go down the halls to the potions classroom. You peek your head in, making sure Snape isn’t in the room. In there, you steal a small cauldron and a vial, placing them in your bag with the book.

For the past few months you hadn’t really paid attention to much of the staff, save for Professor Lupin. Although you did hear that Hagrid’s hippogriff was under trial. You hated that an innocent animal was being punished for Draco’s stupidity. While you luckily had managed to avoid that little shit this year, last year he would constantly make remarks throughout your lectures. To say you had no love for him was an overstatement.

As much as you wanted him to win you knew it would be near impossible given he was going up against the Malfoy’s. And last weekend when Hagrid came back from the trial visibly upset you knew you were right. Buckbeack’s execution was set for the following Monday which is tomorrow. Hagrid's mood had significantly darkened throughout the week leading up to Monday.

Making your way back down the halls, footsteps echoing through the empty corridor, you are the only person awake enough to visit Hogsmeade at this moment. Although you suspect more people will join you given how nice of a day it was. Instead of the coat you usually wear you opt for overalls and a t-shirt. It was nice to be able to walk down the path to Hogsmeade without freezing at the end.

The sun was out now no longer being hidden by the winter storm clouds, warmth radiated through you, feeling the sun on your face. When you get to the village you are quick to visit the alchemy store, picking up each of the necessary ingredients for the potion. The shop is near the entrance so you enter quickly to get the supplies.

The shop is lined with shelves and baskets, each one labeled with the ingredients it holds. While outside the sun is bright, here it feels, dreary. Walking down the first aisle you scan the shelves for your ingredients.

“Do you need any help?” a voice asks from behind you, startling you. When you turn around you see an older woman, who is about the same height as you. Her hair is gray and cut short curling gently around her ears.

“No,” you tell her, “I think I can get everything myself, but thank you.”

“Well if you need anything,” she says, “I will be over there.”

As you continue looking through the shelves, you feel her watching you. But when you look up she is looking at a book, checking inside the register, or keeping busy. While it takes you a while to look through each of the shelves for the ingredients, around fifteen minutes, you choose not to ask her for help, getting creeped out more by the second.

“Did you find everything all right dear?” the older woman asks you at the register.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “How much is it?”

“Seventeen galleons,” she tells you with a bright smile.

You look through your bag for money, eyes landing on your wallet. Rifilliling through it, you pull out the coins and hand them to her.

“You're the new herbology professor?” she asks, “Right?”

“Uh- yeah,” you respond, confused.

“Is this for a school project?” she asks you.

“Well, no,” you tell her, “It’s more of a- personal project.”

She holds out the little sack for you, full of the ingredients, “Well I just ask because my grandson is in your class.”

“Oh, what's his name?” you ask her.

“Rodney Striker,” she says, “Every weekend he comes by and tells me that you are his favorite.”

You know very well who her grandson is. Rodney Striker was a menace in your class, most definitely one of your least favorite students. Like many Slytherins, he had made your life trouble the moment he showed up on the first day of class months ago. So to hear this made you more than surprised, the correct term being mind-boggled. It wasn’t like you would tell her that though, even if he was the biggest troublemaker in his class.

“Ah, yes,” you tell her, faking a smile, “I believe I have him in the morning, he’s never late to my class.”

“He gets his punctuality from his father’s side of the family,” she tells you laughing, laughing with her, I'll be it a bit uncomfortably. Why is she telling you all this?

“Well, I have to get going,” you tell her, “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, dear,” she tells you.

You grab the sack off the counter and leave her shop. On the street there is a few students just arriving in the village, moving quickly to the edge of the increasingly busy street to make sure you aren’t spotted. The treeline is just beyond the buildings so you make a run for it, hoping the buildings block anyone's view. Dashing past the first few trees you slow down once you know you won’t be seen anymore.

The forest is regaining the lushness it lost when it was cold. The once white-covered bare trees were now full of leaves. Green was almost completely surrounding you, with the exception of the sky, a brilliant blue. The walk down your path was pleasant, the birds chirped, rays of sunlight peak through the trees, and you picked a few flowers along the way.

Continuing through the woods, you follow the familiar path that leads to the hidden clearing where you meet with Sirius. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sunlight dances through the foliage, creating a warm and serene atmosphere. Despite the pleasant surroundings, your mind is preoccupied with the events unfolding at Hogwarts, particularly the unjust trial of Hagrid's hippogriff.

As you approach the clearing, you see Sirius waiting patiently. His eyes light up as he sees you, and a smile plays on his lips. The magical world around you seems to dim as your attention is solely drawn to him.

“Hey,” Sirius greets you, standing up from the tree stump he was seated on.

“Hi,” you reply, a small smile forming on your face.

You hand him the sack filled with alchemical ingredients, and he glances inside with curiosity, “Working on something interesting?” he asks.

“Just a potion to help fix your teeth,” you respond, “How was your week?”

Sirius shrugs, “Same old, same old. Avoiding Dementors, contemplating life choices, you know, the usual.”

You both share a chuckle, and the atmosphere lightens. Finding a comfortable spot on the ground, you settle in for your weekly meeting. Pulling out the cauldron and grabbing the ingredients from his hand.

As you discuss your week and share anecdotes, all while stirring the ingredients together. For a moment you both stay silent, Sirius's gaze shifts to the flowers you picked on the way here, “Those are beautiful,” he comments.

“Thanks,” you say, handing him the small bouquet, “I thought they might brighten up this place a bit.”

He takes the flowers, a genuine smile on his face. “You know, you bring light into this place every time you come.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you feel a warmth spreading through you. The connection between you and Sirius is undeniable, and even with the unspoken tension, there's comfort in being with him.

The conversation turns serious as you share the details of Hagrid's trial and the challenges he's facing. Sirius listens attentively, his expression growing more somber. “It's not right,” he mutters, “Hagrid doesn't deserve this and neither does that innocent animal.”

“I know," you agree, "But the Malfoys have a way of manipulating things. It's going to be tough for him.”

After you finish all of the instructions in the book, you reach for the vial in your bag, pouring in the potion from the cauldron.

“For you kind sir,” you say in a faux British accent, trying to lighten the mood.

Sirius crinkles his nose, “How long have you lived here?”

“Oh, shut up,” you tell him laughing, holding the vial out to him.

“You are not trying to poison me?” he asks, “Right?”

“I think that if I wanted to poison you I would have put it in the food,” you tell him, “Which I have been giving you for months. So why would I try to kill you now?”

“Just curious,” he says, “I- i was joking by the way…”

“Yeah, I know,” you tell him laughing, “Anyways, the potion is going to hurt pretty bad, you can read all about it.”

“Ahh, yes, another book,” he says.

“The pictures in that one are horrifying to look at,” you tell him, thinking about the monstrosities of diseases in that book.

You hand him the vial full of light blue liquid, “It takes a few hours to work and you will be in pain the whole time.”

He gives you a wry smile, “Well, bottoms up, I suppose.”

With a swift motion, Sirius brings the vial to his lips and drinks the potion. Almost immediately, a surge of magical energy emanates from the concoction. Sirius winces, his features contorting in discomfort. You watch with concern as the potion works its effects on him, Sirius sits on the ground next to you holding his jaw with both hands.

As the next few hours go by you try to comfort Sirius as much as you can, rubbing his back whenever he seems to be in especially bad pain. About an hour into it, the first tooth comes out, and then another, then another. At one point all of his teeth had fallen out of his mouth, and his pain seemed to let up for a bit, letting him catch his breath. After though the pain returned, teeth growing in at an alarmingly fast pace.

Another hour or so passes before Sirius has a full set of new teeth, grabbing his mirror he examines his new set of pearly whites.

“Bloody hell,” he exclaims, “You did it!”

“What can I say,” you tell him, “I suppose I am just amazing.”

“More than amazing,” he says, “You have been helping me so much, I just don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

“You act like I don’t want to do this,” you tell him, “I want to help, not just because of Harry, you are innocent, I’ve believed that since the first time I met you. I want to help you.”

Sirius looks at you, a genuine gratitude in his eyes. “It means more to me than you know. Having someone believe in my innocence, it's... well, it's a rare and precious thing. You've become a beacon of light in this dark period of my life.”

You offer a reassuring smile, “You deserve to have your name cleared, Sirius.”

“Thank you for everything,” he says.

“I have to get back to the castle,” you tell him, “Next week are exams so of course all of my students are turning their papers in at the last minute.”

“You must be everyone's favorite professor,” he tells you, “All of my professors wouldn’t take any late assignments.”

“Trust me, I am not everyone's favorite professor,” you tell him, “Many of my Slytherin students do not feel the same.”

“They just don’t want to admit it because you were in Gryffindor,” he tells you, “I have said it once, and I will say it again, I wish that-”

You cut him off, “That I was your professor, yeah,” you laugh, “You’ve said it more than once.”

“We need to talk about the rat problem,” he says, “It’s almost the end of the year and Ron hasn’t brought Peter to Hagrid’s once.”

“I’ll ask him about it,” you tell him, “Maybe I can get him to go to Hagrid’s with him on Friday or something to say goodbye.”

“Okay, Friday it is,” he says.

“What?” you ask, “Like the plan is happening on Friday?”

“We need to do it before the school year ends,” he tells you.

“Okay, I’ll talk to Ron tomorrow,” you tell him, beginning to pack up all of your belongings.

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III.

Back at Hogwarts throughout the week, you gather the supplies to bring to Sirius, you gather the largest clothing that you own, which turns out to mostly be large sweaters as well as collect food during each meal that wouldn’t go bad, such as loaves of bread and some apples. The final item you collected just before leaving on Saturday morning, is a pair of scissors and a hair brush.

When you arrive in Hogsmeade you make your way over to the shops to buy a few more things, such as a pair of pants and some undergarments. You also threw in a toothbrush and toothpaste just to be safe. After a bit of shopping, you make your way to the clearing that you had met at the week prior. There you wait for a bit for him until you see him in his animagus form come out from the shadows of the forest. He looks around before transforming back into himself as a human.

“Wanna do your haircut first?” you ask him.

You ask him questions while you do so, nothing serious, just to fill the time while you cut his hair.

“What’s your favorite color?” was your first question.

“You want to know what my favorite color is?” he says, laughing. It was the first time you heard him do such, his laugh was deep and you could tell what you said was humorous.

“What’s so funny?” you ask him, “It was a serious question, Sirius.”

Which makes you both laugh, you try to focus on the task at hand, which is cutting his hair. “So what is it?” you ask.

“Hm I would probably say blue,” he tells you, “Like the sky. And you?”

“What?” you ask him.

“What’s your favorite color?”

You stop and think about it, “When I was in South America studying plants I came across this beautiful flower. When it was dark the flower released gorgeous lights, it was its pollen. The petals were this gorgeous violet color. But that is probably my favorite color.”

“You traveled?” he asked you, “Where?”

You both go on like this for a while enjoying the comfortable conversation. After spending two days with Sirius you were honestly confused as to why anyone thought he would be capable of killing anyone, let alone one of his friends. By the end of his haircut, he looked much more put together. At the end of your time together for the day, you both agreed that just taking the rat was too dangerous. Ron for some unknown reason really cared for the rodent and you were left wondering why. Agreeing that you needed to wait to get him alone before acting. Both of you knew this plan came with many risks but you knew that you could protect Harry if it came down to it.

At school you kept a close eye on Harry and the rat, it was hard not just to expose him, not go to Dumbledore and tell him everything. This week you collected food from each meal like the week prior, you also decided for your next meeting you would bring him a washcloth and some water. Throughout the week you find your mind constantly thinking about Sirius, about things you think he might like. You also ask Harry about a few things, such as quidditch, his favorite classes, and anything else you think Sirius may want to know. Unfortunately, your secrecy is soon found out by none other than Remus Lupin.

The man had been suspicious of you since the beginning of the year and these past two weeks solidified his concerns. You had been avoiding him since the first day which he found weird, and then you started actively avoiding him. Which did work for quite some time, from the beginning of November until nearly the end of the semester he would walk into a room and you would immediately walk out. At first, he thought you may have some sort of crush on him but after trying to talk with you once a week ago he figured out that this wasn't the case.

That same day last week he began to notice you taking food from each meal, which on its own wasn’t really concerning, but then last Saturday he saw you leave. On your back was a bag full of things stuffed inside and when you returned he didn’t see any of it. He concluded that that is where you took the food, which is correct. This week after observing you closely he sees you frequently speaking with Harry and keeping a close eye on him. All of this information is starting to make you look very guilty to Remus, of what… he did not know.

“y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?” Remus asked, his tone serious.

You nodded, feeling a bit anxious but also slightly curious about what he had to say. You both found a quiet corner of the corridor, away from prying eyes.

“I've noticed you've been acting strangely lately,” Remus began, “and I can't help but wonder what's going on. You've been collecting food and asking Harry a lot of questions.”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. “Well, you know, I just care about Harry and his well-being. I thought I'd try to make sure he's getting enough to eat and enjoying his time here.”

Remus raises an eyebrow at you, “I understand what it's like to lose both of your parents before you even knew them. And I know that what happened to me is nothing really compared to him but that makes me want to protect him even more.” you tell him honestly.

You didn't feel bad about withholding the truth from him. Sirius had told you how mistrusting Remus became of him in the end, he still truly thinks he's guilty. Nothing you could say would change his mind so you would just have to prove his innocence first.

Remus seemed to consider your words, his expression softening with understanding. "I appreciate your concern for Harry. Losing his parents at such a young age is undoubtedly a heavy burden for him to bear. And I appreciate you looking out for him.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't fault you for caring about Harry's well-being, y/n. It's just that your recent actions seemed a bit... secretive. I've been worried, and I guess I jumped to conclusions."

You gave him a reassuring smile. “I understand, Remus. I didn't mean to come across as secretive, and I appreciate your concern. If you ever have any questions or if there's anything you'd like to discuss, I'm here.”

Remus nodded, still looking thoughtful. “I trust you, y/n. And I'm here for you as well.”

“I hate to leave in a hurry but I do have another class to teach,” you tell him, “I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Yeah,” he says smiling at you, “See you later.”

While Remus’s fears are soothed he still can't help but wonder, what was in your bag then?

You walk through the corridor to the greenhouse, your students are all talking amongst themselves. Oblivious to the fear that you are feeling at the moment. Has he been watching you this entire time? How did you not notice? Knowing that Remus was a little less suspicious, you felt a bit better, but it made you more cautious. You didn’t take as much food as before during meals, opting just to buy food when you got to Hogsmeade the next day.

That night you pack your bag for Sirius, you feel bad you can’t bring him more but given the fact that Remus took notice, anyone else could too. Besides the water, washcloth, and the minimal amount of food you collected, you also don’t want him to be terribly bored. So you grab the picture that once belonged to your aunt's sister and put it in as well, but not before scratching out Peter Pettigrew’s face and name. After packing a few more surprises for him you crawl into bed for the night.

The next morning you put on warm clothes and grab your bag, go down the stairs and out of the castle. You don’t bother getting breakfast, planning on grabbing something when you get into town. The snow is becoming treacherous as the end of the year comes up, having to pick up your feet to make it to Hogsmeade.

You stop at the bakery first for breakfast and a few more items for Sirius. Making sure you aren't being followed you head into the forest to meet with Sirius. Next week is mid-year exams and then it's holiday break. You are excited to have a break for a few weeks, even though you will be staying at Hogwarts this year.

It’s the first time you will be spending the holidays without your aunt, even when you were traveling you still made an effort to go home during the holiday season. While you are sad you know that it is necessary to protect Harry. Your meeting with Sirius goes as planned, you give him all the necessary supplies he needs first but then you move on to the more fun items.

“Okay,” you say, “Now close your eyes.”

“What?” he asks, confused but laughing a bit.

“Just do it!” you tell him with a smile.

He relents and does as you ask, “Okay keep them closed until I say so,”

“Yes, of course,” he says.

You grab the items from your bag, excited to see if he will like them, “Okay, hold out your arms,”

When he reaches out you place the items in his hands, a blanket, and your book, “Now, open your eyes.”

When he does he looks at the book first, “ Botany in the World of Magic: A Complete and Comprehensive Guide by y/n Figg.” he reads, “I had no idea I have been spending time with a published author.”

“I thought you might want something to read and that's the only thing I have an abundance of copies.” you tell him, “It’s signed too, so you might get some money if you try and sell it.”

He looks mildly offended, “You think so little of me?” he asks, “It would be wrong.”

“I just wanted to give you your options,” you tell him throwing your hands up in defense.

“Thank you,” he tells you, “I wish I had something to give you, but being an escaped convict doesn't fare well with money.”

“Oh please, your presence is enough for me,” you tell him smiling, “I also have something else.”

“Well, now I’m just being spoiled,” he tells you.

“If anyone deserves to be spoiled it's you,” you tell him reaching into your bag to procure the photograph, “Given that you were locked up without trial for twelve years.”

“I promise to pay you back someday,” he tells you sincerely.

“Oh please,” you tell him, “Do not, trust me I want to help. Here you go.”

You hand him the photograph and he looks at it for a moment, examining it. “Thank you,” he tells you.

“I just wish I could do more honestly,” you tell him.

“You have done so much for me and Harry,” he tells you, “but come to think of it I do have something I want you to do.”

“Of course,” you tell him, “What is it?”

“Can you send him a gift from me?” he asks you, “I can't exactly go to the store myself and send him an owl, can I?”

“Yeah, you have any ideas on what to get him?” you ask.

“I do.”

After your meeting you head back to Hogsmeade to order said present, sending it to the castle. You also decide to shop for a few gifts of your own, Harry gets a bag of sweets, and Hermione gets a few new books that you think she hasn't read yet, but you wouldn’t be surprised. Ron’s present has been a long time coming though, seeing as how his pet is a grown-ass man. You buy him a new non-animagus rat, it's a white one with red eyes. You also buy your aunt some new notebooks, seeing as how she fills hers up so quickly with notes from ministry meetings.

You make your way back to Hogwarts through the crowded streets, full of students doing last-minute shopping. The snow was coming down heavier than before, making it horrendous to walk through the snow. With each pass of your foot the more wet the inside of your boots grow. You are passing right by the pub when you hear something that catches your ear.

“Harry Potter?!” a woman nearly shouts.

You turn your head to look and see Professor McGonagall escort the pub owner inside. Following them is none other than Minister Fudge and Hagrid. While that is a bit concerning it’s not like you can turn invisible and follow them. Not that you really want to, getting caught would not be good, especially with Sirius relying on you for food. So while your curiosity IS peaked, you decide heading back to Hogwarts would be best.

So you make your way back, freezing your ass off. The snow unrelentingly comes down as you walk down the paths to the school. While walking your mind wanders from the situation at the pub to Harry to Sirius, while on your way back. You wanted Harry to like his gift from Sirius, knowing that he would smile at the story you would tell him after Christmas. You just wish he was there to see Harry himself, so you did the next best thing.

On Christmas morning you go into the Gryffindor common room to give the kids their presents, also bringing your camera so you can show Sirius some pictures of the holidays. All of the kids were up already, presents were all torn open. While you had hoped to be there when the broom was opened, Harry seemed to love it. The room had been decorated fully, even with a Christmas tree of its own. The kids are sitting on the couches around the fire talking to each other, unaware of your arrival.

“Merry Christmas!” you tell them.

“Professor Figg?” Hermione asks, “What are you doing in the Gryffindor common room?”

“I just came to give you all your presents,” you tell her, showing her the three packages you were carrying, “I hope you all like them.”

You walk over to the kids and hand them their presents one by one, starting with Ron. The rat you had gotten for him had behaved amazingly for you for the past week leading up to Christmas, “Okay open it.”

He begins unwrapping his present and you snap a picture of him when he's done, holding his new rat, Redeye.

“Look at his eyes,” he says, “They are red!”

“Yeah,” you tell him, “He has been a good rat for me, not running away.”

“Yeah,” he tells you laughing, “Maybe Scabbers can learn a thing or two from him.”

“Okay, Hermione next,” you tell her, handing her present over.

“Professor, you didn't have to get me anything,” she tells you.

“Just open your present,” you tell her holding up your camera.

“Alright, alright,” she tells you relenting, opening her gift. You snap a picture of her as well, she looks so entrailed by the books.

“Have you read any of them?” you ask her.

“No,” she tells you examining each of the books, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you tell her, “I wanted you all to know secretly that you are my favorites. And of course Harry finally.”

Harry takes his present and as he opens it you take yet another picture. All three have come out quite well and you plan to take a few more.

“I do have to tell you though, this wasn't your only present from me,” you tell him, “I had it sent to the castle and they put it here for you.”

“The Firebolt is from you?” Harry asks, surprised.

“Yeah, I was hoping to see you open it but it's alright,” you tell him, “I just hope you like it.”

“Professor Figg!” he says, “Why did you buy me this.”

“Well I am a bestselling author so money isn’t really a problem,” you tell him, “and someone else helped me get it, so do not fret young one, I wanted to give it to you.”

“Also, how else is the best seeker gonna go back out on the field with a broken broom?” you ask him.

“Well, in any case, thank you, Professor,” Harry tells you sincerely.

“Of course, Harry,” you tell him, “Here let me take a picture of you with it.”

He stands holding the broom in one hand poses, smiling widely with happiness. You take the picture of him capturing the moment nicely.

“Okay, now one with you all together,” you tell them, receiving groans from them, “Come on it’s the last one.”

The three of them gather in front of the tree, going from Harry, Ron, then Hermione. Ron wraps his arms around both of his friends, you take the picture, “Okay, now a silly one!”

They all pose crazy-like and you take the final picture, Harry is putting bunny ears behind Ron’s head and is crossing his eyes. Ron has grabbed both of them pulling them in close and makes a goofy-looking face. All while Hermione looks completely over their shenanigans. The picture is perfect, each of them showing off their individualities.

“Okay,” you tell them, “I will let you all go back to your Christmas, see you.”

You make your way back to your room, looking over each picture. Deciding to keep the ones of the kids opening your gifts for them, as well as the silly picture. Sirius would want the picture of Harry holding the broom, as it had been his idea in the first place, and you also decide to give him the picture of the kids around the tree.

“I took some pictures for you,” holding out the photos to Sirius, “The first one is of Harry holding your present and the other is of him and his friends.”

He takes them out of your hands, examining them both. They had been taken a week ago and you hadn’t seen Sirius since before Christmas. By the looks of it he had started using the mirror to take care of himself, his beard was less ruly as well as his hair. He also looked as if he wasn't caked in at least an inch of dirt. Less of a crazed vibe going on and more of a… homeless one? It honestly didn’t matter to you, seeing as how he looked more like himself.

Since Christmas, the snow has continued falling in mass amounts each day, making it nearly impossible to get to the clearing you would meet at, but to sheer willpower you made it. You were on a mission and no amount of snow would make you unsuccessful, leaving you to jump through the snow to get through the woods. Seeing Sirius smile though made the trip worth it.

“What’s their names?” he asks you.

“Well, in the middle is Ron, who became friends with Harry on the train in first year,” you tell him, “Next to him is Hermione, who they became friends with during the same year.”

“Did he like his present?” he asks you.

“I think he did,” you tell him, “He seemed really excited to test it out.”

He stays silent for a moment, “He looks just like his father.”

“So I’ve heard,” you tell him, “You can’t really tell in the picture because it's not in color, but people say that he has his mother's eyes.”

“How does he act so much like his father without ever having met him?” he asks.

“We need to come up with a plan,” you tell him, “You deserve to have your name cleared and Harry deserves his godfather. You both deserve so much more than you have gotten out of life so far.”

“Do you have any ideas?” he asks you.

“Kinda,” you tell him.

“Kinda?” he asks you.

“Like the beginning of a plan,” you tell him.

“Okay?” he says.

“So obviously you can’t be seen and it’s not like I can just go and grab him, but what if you were in your animagus form and got him?” you ask, to which he looks a bit apprehensive, “We get him somewhere away from the school and take him somewhere. Then I will get Dumbledore and explain everything. If we have Peter no one could possibly believe him about anything, seeing as how he’s been masquerading as a family's pet rat for over a decade.”

“Do you really think that would work?” he asks, “What happens if Ron tries to get him back?”

“That's why I am there,” you explain to him, “To make sure the kids don’t follow you. I tell them that I will go and investigate, follow you to make sure he doesn’t escape, then go to Dumbledore.”

“How will we get him out of the castle?” he asks you.

“Harry and them go to Hagrid’s when the weather is warmer,” you tell him, “We just have to wait until he brings his rat.”

“Honestly, that's not a bad plan,” he tells you.

“If everything goes to plan you should be able to have Harry with you this summer,” you tell him, “He will be excited to leave his aunt and uncle's house and stay with you, even if he doesn’t know it yet.”

“You really think so?” he asks.

“Definitely.”

“You will have to visit us over the summer,” he tells you, “Harry will want to see his favorite professor.”

“How do you know that I am his favorite?” you ask him humorously.

“Well you did just gift him a new broom from the both of us,” he explains, “Besides, speaking from personal experience, if I had a professor as beautiful as you I might have not failed herbology second year.”

You smile at him and shake your head, “Oh, please, you would just be even more distracted.”

“You might be right,” he says laughing, “Although your book does seem very educational.”

“You read it?” you ask him.

“Well, there isn’t a lot for me to do,” he says to you, “So reading your book has been most enjoyable.”

“Well I am happy you enjoyed it so much,” you tell him, “I do have a few more options for you this time. One is a muggle fantasy book that I got when I was younger and the other ones are just from the library.”

“You are a wonderful, wonderful witch,” he tells you, grabbing your head and planting a kiss atop. You laugh at his actions and when he pulls away he is grinning, both of you stay like this for a moment. Still holding the books you brought for him as he is cupping your cheeks the snow continues to come down. He moves his hands from your face to the books you are holding taking them from you.

He steps away suddenly and you can't help but feel a bit disappointed, which surprises you. While you are aware that he is attractive you never really thought about actually kissing him. You didn’t think that you had a crush on him, but you do enjoy spending time with him, you like picking things out for him, you like hearing him laugh, seeing him smile, and of course hearing him speak. You don’t say anything though, allowing him to back away from you.

“I- uh, should get back soon,” you tell him, turning around to pack your bag but also secretly cringing at yourself.

“You will be back next week,” he says to you, voice echoing through the forest, “Right?”

“Unless I tell you otherwise,” you respond, “I will be back every weekend.”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

The walk back to Hogsmeade is full of too much thinking, did you like Sirius? How did you not realize before now? Did he feel the same? He had held on to your face far longer than most would consider friend-like behavior, although is that what friends do? You had never done that with any friends before, so probably not.

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II.

On your first week of school, you truly tried your best to be a good teacher, took house points and gave them, and gave numerous talking to’s. Many of them are to Ron’s older brothers, Fred and George. They had a tendency to pull devious pranks throughout the school. One time you found them attempting to pour a whole bunch of water in the hall with the intent of freezing it so people would slip and fall. Each time you found them outside of class and today was like no other.

Walking down the hallway you see the two of them huddled together looking at a piece of parchment, on which was a map of the school with names of students and teachers. Your eyes find Harry, Hermione, and Ron first. They are by themselves, definitely not in class, with another person, a student you assume.

“Ahem,” you clear your throat to which they turn around, “shouldn’t you boys be in class?”

“Yes, you are completely right mam’,” one of them says, while the other slips the map into his robes, to which you pay no mind.

“Go back to class before I take any house points,” you tell them.

Knowing that your aunt would never answer your questions truthfully, you look for them alone. Newspaper clippings you found were the only reliable thing really. Many of the names on the back of the picture were no longer alive or worse. The main concern you drew from the news clippings was Sirius Black. He had betrayed Harry's parents ultimately getting them killed and then proceeded to kill twelve muggles and a wizard named Peter Pettigrew. The name you recognized from the back of the photo.

Throughout the beginning of the year, you could only focus on getting answers and your students but now you had read everything there was and your only escape from the halls of Hogwarts is your weekend trips to Hogsmeade. The fresh air made you forget your worries, only if for a bit. It was nice to visit each of the small shops each week and drink at the tavern as well.

On a brisk day sometime in mid-October you visit the village. As always you visit the shops, socializing with the owners and making your purchases. Nearing the end of the day you see something peculiar on your way to the tavern for your weekend butterbeer, a dog. Not just any dog but the one you would see frequently around Hermione's cat, Crookshanks. You watch as he stalks in the shadows and moves briskly towards the tree line after a moment.

After a few weeks, you allow yourself to let go of any questions you may have because there is nothing else to read or learn from. While you were so absorbed in your research you hadn't realized that Halloween was this weekend. You missed celebrating Halloween, all of the pumpkin carving, trick or treating, and of course dressing up. Each day leading up to Halloween the third years became increasingly excited, as that day was the first time they could go to Hogsmeade.

You were also excited because you planned on staying back this weekend to grade in the library, which was usually full of students, and was sure to be nearly empty. On Sunday most of the students leave to visit the village in their non-school clothes. You go to the library which as expected has only a few students in it as well as the librarian, Madame Pirce. As the day passes you grade students quizzes, many of whom do not understand how to properly label a plant diagram.

As you finish grading all of the work you resign yourself to your room for the night, on the way up the stairs you hear a ruckus. It's coming from the Gryffindor dormitory and by the sounds of it, it’s not good. As you rush up the stairs so do more students, blocking your view of the situation. When you finally push your way through the mass of students, some of whom were not even in Gryffindor, you see it. The portrait that is the entrance for the students has giant tears through the canvas, the woman who is usually the guard, is gone. Not good.

“Keep calm, everyone,” Percy says, “Ravenclaws, back to your common room.”

You usher the Ravenclaws down the stairs and see Dumbledore and Finch coming up to investigate. Some of the Ravenclaws keep looking back, full of curiosity.

“Come on,” you tell them, “It’s none of your concern.”

After you return the Ravenclaws to their rooms you find out what happened. Sirius Black was here, in the castle. Really not good. That night the Gryfindors are barred entry from their dorms, instead sleeping on cots in the Great Hall.

That night you look again at the picture and in it, you find a young man. He doesn't look as though he could be a mass murderer, he looks charming and handsome. But you suppose that's how some people get their victims. At a quidditch match not long after Halloween Harry got severely injured. You stood next to Ron and Hermione, excited to see him play in a game for the first time.

“Go, Harry!” Hermione shouts as Harry whooshes by on his broom, “Go, Harry!”

You all watch as he narrowly misses a downed broomstick, cheering when he escapes it narrowly. Then he flies past the viewing towers, outside of the arena. He flies up into the clouds chasing the Slytherin seeker chasing the snitch.

“I hope he's okay!” you shout to his best friends over the sound of cheering.

“Me too!” Ron shouts over Hermione, who gives him an annoyed look.

You all return your attention to the game until you see Harry falling from the sky. You nearly miss it, too focused on the game until Ron shouts, “Harry!”

Harry is luckily saved in the nick of time and taken to the infirmary. Where you and some of his teammates, as well as Ron and Hermione are all gathered. Madame Pompfry is non too pleased to have so many people in the room but allows it given you are there as well to keep them in line.

“He looks a bit peaky doesn't he?” Ron asks.

“Peaky?” “What’d you expect?” Fred and George ask at the same time.

“He fell over a hundred feet,” Fred says.

“Yeah, come on Ron,” George says, backing up his twin, “let’s walk you off the astronomy tower and see what you look like.”

“Probably a right sight,” Harry says groggily. “Better than he normally does.”

Everyone laughs at this, “Guys, give him some space,” you laugh.

“Thank you, Professor Figg,” Harry says sincerely and everyone backs away except Hermione, who continues to sit on the side of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“Oh, brilliant,” he says sarcastically.

“A right good scare there, mate,”

“What happened?” Harry asks.

“Well… you fell off your broom,” Ron says.

“Really?” Harry asks, “I meant the match. Who won?”

Hermione stands off the bed, “Um… no one blames you, Harry. Dementors aren’t supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off.”

The following weeks at Hogwarts were full of security and terror. But as the weeks passed, people soon forgot, instead focusing on happier things, such as the impending winter break. Snow had started to gather this morning and it had been clear this was here to stay. Even though you still had a month left until many students went home you could sense the unrest.

Grabbing the book that you had been reading you make your way to the Great Hall to eat dinner. The end of the day was welcome to you as had been the upcoming weekend. You were starting to feel burnt out and a little time away from the castle was much needed.

The following day you head down to Hogsmeade like usual the day is a welcome distraction from the confusion of your personal life. While the day started like no other during your walk to the tavern you felt a pair of eyes watching you. While the bright Christmas lights strung up around the village lit the street it did very little for the shadows beyond the multicolored lights. You take out your wand and walk over to the darkness. As you slowly approach you can't help but second guess yourself, you were not an Auror, you couldn’t fight, but as much as you wanted to turn back you persisted, drawing further away from the light and into the dark.

“Lumos,” you say facing your wand into the darkness which is soon filled with light from your wand. The pair of eyes you immediately identify as a large dog, the same one you had seen with Crookshanks. As much as you want to relax, after all, it’s just a dog, but you can’t help but feel as though the dog isn’t quite right. Their eyes seemed too human for your liking but before you could continue studying the dog, it runs off into the woods. You decide to chase after the dog, running through the snow and into the woods with your wand handy.

The light that illuminates from your wand pushes the shadows of the forest back and shows you the trail the dog left in its wake. Following the trail you arrive at a clearing in the woods and you can see your target, you quickly flick your wand and the light shuts off. In the clearing, the dog seems to stop for a second and you hide behind a tree. Your heart is beating fast and you can't understand why. It's just a dog… right?

You peek your head out from the side of the tree, the dog seems to be pacing. Rays of light peak through the canopy of trees bouncing off the snow, almost glowing. The dog continues to go back and forth, maybe you had overreacted. Now absolutely nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary with the dog. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Watching the dog for a bit longer you nearly convince yourself to leave, the keyword being almost. Just as you are about to turn away you watch in horror as the dog transforms into the most wanted man at the moment and not in a good way, Sirius Black. Now you knew you had to get out of there not only for your protection but Harry’s as well. You had to warn him, you had to warn everyone.

As you turn you suddenly step on a branch, you had thought things like this only happened in horror movies, but a loud *CRACK* comes from under your foot. You turn only to find the man already behind you, so he simply takes your wand from your hand.

“Listen,” you tell him backing away, “I really don’t wanna die, I have so much to live for.”

“Who are you?” he asks.

“I- I'm a professor at the school,” you say continuing to back away to which your foot catches on a root. As you fall back he quickly grabs your arm and saves you from injury. Which is strange, you stop and think for a second. Why didn’t he attack you? Like right away? Why hasn’t he attacked anyone yet? That what you would expect from an insane person is just violence with no reason.

“I’m gonna confess that I am very confused right now,” you tell him, “I’ve been told you are a crazed killer but- that just doesn't make any sense. I’ve seen you with Hermione's cat on campus and you have had opportunities to attack.”

You look at him confused, both of you standing much too close to each other. “Why haven't you?”

“I didn’t do it.”

You had read all of the newspaper articles, you knew that he professed his innocence until they sent him to Azkaban. Maybe the truth wasn't so black and white as you once believed.

“Who did?” you ask him.

“Peter Pettigrew,” he says with venom lacing his voice.

“I thought he died?” you ask him.

“No, he is at the school this very moment,” he tells you.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, “Surely someone would recognize him.”

“He is the rat,” he tells you, which you don't quite get at first.

“Well, I know he is a rat he killed twelve muggles and got Harry’s parents killed,” you exclaim.

“No, I mean he is literally a rat,” he tells you.

“Oh, oh fuck, he's an animagus?” you say quietly to which he nods, “How do you know?”

“The Daily Prophet,” he says, “There was a picture and I recognized him instantly.”

You suddenly remember Ron telling you all about how his family was in the paper, you remember seeing the newspaper. Ron was proud of the accomplishment and even more proud of the fact that his pet rat, Scabbers, was in the picture as well.

“Yeah, I think I know where he is,” you tell him, “One of Harry's best friends has a pet rat of course, who has had an unusually long life span of twelve years.”

“What did you say your name was?” he asks you.

“Oh, I don't think I said,” you tell him, “y/n Figg.”

“Are you related to Arabella Figg?” he asks you, looking a bit surprised.

“I was adopted by her older sister after I was born, my Aunt Sylvia,” you tell him, “My mom died right after I was born, I never knew her.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he consuls, “I wish I could have been there for Harry when he lost his parents, alas I was locked up.”

“Harry is truly wonderful,” you tell him, “he and his friends get into so much trouble together, despite everything he has gone through he is just such a sweet kid.”

“I’ve seen him around,” Sirius says sadly, “he looks just like his father.”

“Do you want me to tell you about him?” you ask.

“More than anything,” he responds.

So you do, that night you both sit on a log and you tell him about Harry and his life. Everything that you know about him you spill. How he did in class last year made him smile, hearing that he and his friends would commonly sneak off looking for trouble made him realize just how similar he was to his father. You told him about Harry’s fight with the basilisk as well, he looked horrified that he would put himself in danger but had a hint of pride on his face. As time passed and it grew later and later you realized that you would have to leave soon.

“I’m sorry but I have to go,” you tell him standing, “I will come back next weekend with some new clothes and some food.”

“What?” he asks, “You don't have to do that.”

You look him up and down, “Trust me you do. Anyhow, do you want me to bring scissors so I can cut your hair?”

“Uh, sure,” he says to you.

“Okay, Saturday next week,” you tell him beginning to walk in the direction you came from.

“Miss Figg?” he calls to you, “Won’t you need this?”

You turn around and realize he still has your wand. Embarrassingly you walk back over to him and grab the wand, “Thank you.”

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Rating: T (swearing)

Relationship: Sirius Black x Fem!(kinda)American!Reader (she/her)

Summary: As a former student at Hogwarts you knew what you were signing up for before you agreed to become the new head of herbology. Unfortunately, the giant snake from last year wasn't enough and now you have to deal with an escaped prisoner who is targeting one of your students. Slowburn.

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII

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As an FYI reader transferred to Hogwarts from Ilvermormy but this story isn't really about that seeing as how it takes place while Harry is going to school. It's mentioned a few times and is important to the story but not yet... Anyway, I hope you all like this! I have worked on it obsessively for the past few weeks and originally it was a whole document that was 94 pages long.

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On the night of your birth, it had been like no other. A storm came of no one's fault, lightning struck the ground causing it to shake and the rain poured down making the roads slick, countless car accidents happened that night. The hospital, which was understaffed for the night, got a mass of patients and your mother, who had come in to have you. That night your mother died, while you lived.

You soon moved in with your mother's best friend, Sylvia Figg. She and your mother met after Aunt Sylvia moved from the United Kingdom. After that, you moved to New York City. Your aunt would tell you stories of magic, creatures, and such tales trying to prepare you. When you were eight the world ceased to make sense to you anymore.

“Aunt Sylvia?” you call from your bed to the woman leaving your room after tucking you in, “Something happened today, and- I'm just confused.”

“What happened dear?” she asked you, even after all this time of living in the United States she still had an accent.

“Today at school, when we were outside, a girl was being mean to this boy. He was swinging and she shoved him off.” you stopped to think about what to say next, “While she was swinging I kept wishing that the swing would just break and she would fall off. Then it did.”

That was the first time you had anything like that happen to you and your aunt knew that she could no longer keep up the roose. That night she told you that everything you once knew as stories before bedtime was real. She told you that your mother was a witch, as was she, and as were you. The stories became more detailed. Your mother had gone to a school called Ilvermormy and she had worked as a healer for many years up until her death. Aunt Sylvia started bringing you around magic users and for once in your life you felt whole.

A few years after that you got your Ilvermormy letter, inviting you to study at the school. Which you did with much excitement, after arriving you knew fast what you wanted to study, plants. In the nonmagic world plants were, well, boring. Here though you could almost hear them speak to you, your professor once remarked “You are the only witch I have ever met that the plants seem to like.”

The plants seemed to flourish in your care, plants that were once deemed on the brink of death came back to life, and no one could figure out why. Perhaps that was why you were in Pukwudgie house, you were incredible at healing plants.

The day you came to this school you had never wanted to leave it. Here you felt closer to your mother than ever before, given you were in the same house as well. All you had wanted was to know her. Around the school, you had found a few mentions of her, mostly of her academics, but she also had trophies in the display case in the main hall. Your mother was an amazing quidditch player you found out, pushing the Pukwudgies close to victory each year she was here. While you found no interest in playing quidditch you still went to all your house matches, loving the sport from a distance.

Unfortunately, your last days at the school, were much sooner than expected. During the summer before your fifth year at Ilvermormy, your aunt got a job offer. The Ministry of Magic wanted her to become the replacement for a soon-retiring department head.

“My dear you do not have to leave the school if you don’t want to,” she tells you sitting in her chair facing you, “You can just travel there during the breaks.”

As much as you did want to stay here it felt too safe, you wanted an adventure. No, needed an adventure. Perhaps it was the fact that not only had the Pukwudgie statue reacted all those years ago but the Thunderbird as well. You couldn't help but wonder, what would have happened if you had picked the Thunderbird house. At age fifteen, you were beginning to doubt if you really belonged in your mother's house.

“Aunt Sylvia, you are the most important person in my life,” you tell her, “I want to go with you.”

So as the summer drew closer to an end you packed up your things and moved to a house in the countryside. The change was drastic, as you were used to living in the city, but you loved it. Here you had space to grow plants and non-majs would never know. Before the school year officially started you and your aunt went to Hogwarts to meet with the headmaster, Dumbledore. That day you were sorted into a house in private, Gryffindor would have a new student as it was decided by the hat. Your aunt looked relieved in a way but you decided not to bring it up.

At Hogwarts, you were welcomed but you didn't really fit in anywhere. Most of your free time was spent with Professor Sprout in the greenhouse. You both got along really well.

“Curse that hat for putting you in Gryffindor,” she complained to you during your first year, “I wish you were in Hufflepuff.”

Your love for plants grew during the many years you went there. Each year you and Sprout became less professional and more like family. At the end of your time at Hogwarts Professor Sprout made you promise to pursue a career in botany, which of course was your plan all along. While you were sad not to be able to see Professor Sprout as frequently you were also relieved that you wouldn't have to deal with Slythirins every day, such as Professor Snape. Who for some reason really hated you, even though you had passed each of his classes with no problems. You had come to terms that he had something against Gryffindor, but the hatred he felt for you was unwarranted. Perhaps he hated Americans that much, but it sure didn't feel like it.

After graduation, you began studying under every botanist who would let you, keeping all your notes in a journal. Traveling across the world to study with different wizarding societies and even after years of traveling you always came back to the house in the country. Years, after you had graduated a young man, came to Hogwarts, Harry Potter. Your aunt had shielded you from the war while it was happening but everyone at Ilvermormy knew the story of the boy who lived seeing as how you-know-who was defeated during your third year. But honestly, a war that was happening across the ocean was the least of your worries at that point. You didn't care to read about violence in your free time and thus stayed oblivious to what was happening in the war.

A bit after that, your travels came to an end. You decided to publish your journal, Botany in the World of Magic: A Complete and Comprehensive Guide. Within a week it was a bestseller. You had also sent Professor Sprout and Professor Dumbledore a signed copy, each with personal notes thanking them. And just for the hell of it, you sent a copy to Professor Snape, signed of course.

You hadn't really expected to hear anything back knowing that the beginning of the school year was right around the corner but much to your surprise you hear an owl arrive in the morning on an August day. The owl you don't recognize but the letter is addressed to you. The letter invited you to Hogwarts for a meeting and tea with Professor Sprout the following day.

The next day you apparate to Hogwarts near midday and even after all these years, you can't forget which way to go. The school confused you for a long time when you first arrived, a giant labyrinth. For weeks you would show up late to class along with the first years, it was embarrassing. You were thankful now to know that you hadn't forgotten.

“Professor Sprout?” you ask into the greenhouse with a knock at the door frame. A second later you see her pop up from behind a row of planters.

“Oh, my dear you are here!” she says, “You look so much older even after just a few years.”

“Well it has been over half a decade,” you tell her laughing, walking into your old classroom and over to Professor Sprout to pull her in for a hug, “How have you been?”

“Wonderful,” she tells you, squeezing you a bit harder before letting go, “Especially since I received your book.”

“Oh, I'm so glad you liked it,” you tell her smiling.

“Liked it?” she asks you, “No, I loved it. So much so that I asked Professor Dumbledore to include it in the school's curriculum.”

“No way,” you exclaim, “What did he say?”

“I'll show you,” she says leading you over to a cabinet to which she pulls open the doors. Each of the shelves is lined with your book. You could honestly say that you had never felt so accomplished.

“This is why I invited you here.” she says, “Me and Albus, sorry, Professor Dumbledore were curious if you would want to give a few guest lectures during the year.”

“Oh Merlin, I would love to,” you tell her smiling.

During that year you had the pleasure of meeting Harry Potter, as well as his friends. Hermione Granger was your favorite though, not that you would ever admit that to any of them of course. Ron Wesley had also caught your attention, not for any good reason, unfortunately. But for his affinity for killing plants quickly. After your first few lectures, you fell in love with teaching. Each week you ended up at Hogwarts at least once. Even though many times, Professor Sprout cautioned you away after students became petrified. At the end of the year though you were proud to have been a part of the cure for the students.

After saying goodbye to the students for the year on the last day of classes Professor Sprout pulls you into her office for a final cup of tea. You both reminisce about the year of chaos, thankful to have a break for a few months before it starts all over again. Nearing the end of your cup you can't help but wonder.

“Professor Sprout, I was wondering if I can come back again next year?” you ask, “I really enjoyed it, I would be here every day if I could.”

“Ah yes well I have been thinking,” she tells you, “I have been teaching here for a long while and I think it's time for me to move on.”

“Oh, do you think that the new professor would mind me coming in?” you ask her.

“Do you not enjoy your own company?” she asks you.

“What?” you ask her, confused.

“Dumbledore asked me who I thought was a good replacement and we both agreed you were the only person for the job,” she tells you smiling.

“Are you serious?” you ask her.

“If you want the job,” she says, “It’s yours.”

Which led you to now, sitting on a train full of students, old and new. You had seen Harry, Hermione, and Ron on the platform before getting on, waving to them before boarding the train. Searching for a cabin that wasn't full of students was difficult before landing on one with a man who looked asleep with no one else. You decided to continue reading your book until three students happened upon your cabin.

“Hello, you three.” you greet them with a smile.

“Do you mind if we join you?” Hermione asks you, “There are no other empty ones.”

“Oh, not at all.” you tell them, “I was lucky to find this one that's only a bit occupied.”

Each brings in their bags and puts them on the baggage carrier above your head. Ron is holding a rat, which is a bit weird.

“Miss, what are you doing here?” Ron asks you, which earns him a slap from Hermione on the arm.

“Ronald, don't be rude.” she scolds him.

“No it's fine,” you tell her, “If you must know Mr. Wesley I am the new professor of herbology at Hogwarts.”

“Oh, congratulations miss, I mean Professor,” Ron says to you.

“Thank you,” you tell him, “I am excited to start. Although I am not excited to see Professor Snape every day, let me tell you. When I was at Hogwarts he hated me, being a Gryffindor and all that. He might have hated me because I am from America but I don't know.”

After a while, they began to talk amongst themselves and you began reading your book again. It felt like being on the train as a teen once again until the train stopped. You look up confused, the train shouldn't be stopping for another hour or so and when you look outside you are in the middle of a field, definitely not Hogwarts. The kids look just as confused as you are and you take out your wand. Readying yourself to protect them if need be, over the summer you had read the articles about the escaped prisoner from Azkaban, Sirius Black. The kids had also been talking about the dangerous fugitive.

Last year it was a giant snake and this year it was an escaped-crazed criminal who was intent on making everyone's lives hell. You had read about what Sirius Black had done to Harry's parents, it made you angry. No one should ever have to go through what he did and you knew his pain well, even though you never knew who your father was. You swore to protect them all but especially Harry.

“Kids get behind me,” you tell them standing in front of them and the door. You knew what this was, a dementor. The three of them sit as far away from the door as possible when a shadow appears on the glass. Your heart is beating fast as the door opens revealing what you had correctly assumed is a dementor. The creature begins feeding on Harry, to which you lift your wand to get rid of it but before you can another light comes from beyond your shoulder.

The man, who was once passed out, is now fully alert. When the dementor is banished with the bright light your first thought is of the children. Ron and Hermione look scared but the more important issue is Harry, who is now passed out in the seat.

The man had stayed after the kerfuffle making sure you would all be okay following the attack. You took note of him, slightly recognizing him, his face had old scars scraping across and he stood quite tall. Everyone's attention was on Harry though seeing as how he was the one attacked. The train started moving soon after the attack and you continued on your way to Hogwarts. You felt guilty about not being fast enough to protect them but it all worked out fine in the end with Harry waking only a few minutes later, being comforted by his friends.

“Harry,” Hermione calls to him softly, which wakes him, “Harry, are you alright?”

She hands him back his glasses to which she receives a small, “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” you ask him to which he does not respond.

“Here, eat this,” the man says, “It’ll help. It’s all right. It’s chocolate.”

“Wha- what was that thing that came?” Harry asks after taking the chocolate bar from him.

“It was a dementor, one of the guards of Azkaban.” he explains, “It’s gone now. It was searching the train for Sirius Black.”

“Do they think he's coming after Harry?” you ask.

“I have no idea,” he says, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver.”

He stands to leave the cabin and turns back smiling at Harry, “Eat you will feel better.” Then he leaves and shuts the door. Luckily the rest of the trip is undisturbed and you soon make it to Hogwarts. Rain is pouring from the sky when you arrive making you rush to the cover of the carriages.

When you finally arrive at Hogwarts you quickly make your way to the Great Hall which as usual is filled with lit candles and tables full of food. Looking at all of the staff on the platform you realize that you are the last one to arrive, it makes you realize just how out of place you are here. These people are much older than you and have much more experience.

“Professor Figg, running a bit behind?” Dumbledore asks you, catching Remus’ attention.

“Sorry,” you tell him, making your way up the steps to the long table, the only seat left open was the one next to the man from the train, “Won't happen again.”

Soon enough students began coming into the Great Hall and you see none other than your three favorite students among them. Once all of the older students are sat at their respective tables the first years come in, each of them sorted into a house. This was one thing that you had wished to experience while you were at Hogwarts, the cheering of each house as a new student was brought into each house was a stark contrast to the silence of the statues at Ilvermormy.

Before the students were allowed to start their feast the school choir performed a song, you couldn’t help but observe that the man sitting next to you was constantly sneaking glances at you. It was strange, maybe you did know him from somewhere then, but it made no sense to you. ‘Why wouldn't he just say something?’ you wondered. After the song concludes you watch as Dumbledore stands and walks to the podium.

“Welcome! Welcome!” he starts, “To another year at Hogwarts. Now I would like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good luck to you, Professor.”

The man beside you stands and makes short bows of appreciation towards the applause. While his face is familiar his name rings a bell, you had once seen a picture of him, but you had no idea where.

“I would also like to welcome back y/n Figg who has taken up the position of teaching Herbology. Professor Sprout sends her well wishes as she has decided to travel the world.” Dumbledore says, “We have a final addition to the staff as some of you may know, Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be filled by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid!”

Hagrid stands up but unfortunately bumps the table causing a few things to fall. But you can’t seem to focus on anything besides where you know the man next to you from. At the end of the feast, you make your way to your quarters, where all of your things are waiting for you. Unpacking is a slow process, putting away all of your things you stumble upon an old photo album that your aunt gave you.

All of the pictures were enchanted, at the beginning, it was pictures of your aunt and her older sister, some with their parents, you flip through the pages watching each of them age. You had never met your aunt's sister, only seeing pictures of her when they were younger, up until Sylvia left and moved to the States. The only picture after that of her was one that she had sent many years ago, it was tucked in the back of the book. You flip to the back of the book and gently pull out the picture, in it you find a very familiar face belonging to Remus Lupin.

Turning the photo over you read the list of names including Harry’s parents, Nevilles’s parents, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, and Arabella Figg, your aunt's sister. There was also a name on that list that made your blood run cold, Sirius Black.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you tell yourself, confused. All you knew about your aunt's older sister was that she was unable to use magic, a squib. That night you fall asleep with your last thoughts wondering what was going on. With each day that passes you settle into teaching well, but the anxiety in your stomach grows more.

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Rating: T Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Summary: When you and your family are caught in the beginnings of the apocalypse with a group of many different characters, what will you have to do to survive?

(Set in the 1st and 2nd season)

*Formerly titled Bare Trees

Published Chapters

I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII.

Chapters Not Yet Written

VII - XIV

This work is not completed yet, but I plan on finishing it soon.

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VII.

Daryl had left before you had gotten up the next morning. Not wanting to ask to borrow a horse before leaving. The past two nights had been haunting him at all hours. His desire to spend as much time with you as possible was misguided in his eyes. All of his time should be spent trying to find Sophia, not wanting you despite the fact that you would never want him. He had realized that last night when he had thought about you too much.

He hadn’t really meant to start thinking in that direction, but once one thought was there, he couldn't stop them. He had thought about kissing you, but more than that, he had thought about how he wanted you. In his mind he had blamed that stupid impractical dress, he had only seen you wearing it for a short time but his mind was plagued by thoughts of you in the dress as well as thoughts of you outside of it.

When he woke up the next morning, it was obvious he had continued to think about you while he slept. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. The guilt that he felt surrounding the entire situation was eating him up alive. What he didn't know was that you felt the same way, unable to stop thinking about him. The rational part of your brain was convinced that he would never see you that way. You were just some random woman that he had gotten stuck with after the world ended.

On the other hand you had taken note of everything he had done around you. The way he pushed most of the group away and had let you sit with him at night by his fire. Yesterday when he had stared at you on top of the RV before rushing off. But none of this really counted towards anything. He had not directly made anything clear but you assume that he would never do anything else unless you initiated it.

As the day went on you became more and more concerned about Daryl. You had initially gone to Rick and asked him. To which he told you he was off by himself looking for Sophia. A few hours later after hearing nothing from Daryl you decided to go out and look for him. As you gather your supplies to set off for him you can feel yourself being watched. When you turn around you make eye contact with Jesse, who looks disappointed.

“I have to find him.” you tell him.

“You are not the only person who matters in this situation.” he says to you.

“It's not about me. It's about him. He’s been searching for Sophia for days and not hearing from him for this long isn’t like him.” you tell him.

“Y/N don’t try to lie about this. It's obvious how you feel about him.” he says, which takes you aback.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” you tell him faking ignorance about the situation, but you know he can see past it. You turn back and continue packing your supplies.

“You are the only person she has left.”

You know who he is talking about right away, Adi. It’s true, you know it. It makes you stop for a second and you know he is right.

“You're right.” you tell him.

“I usually am.” he tells you.

“You most definitely are not.” you tell him laughing slightly before the moment is ruined by a single gunshot from somewhere on the farm.

You both take off towards the noise, first taking note that both of the girls are safe from danger still under the tree they were playing at. When you finally reach the source of the noise you see Daryl looking nearly dead which springs you into action rushing over to the wounded man you instruct Rick to keep pressure on his wounds and get him to Hershel as fast as they can.

You see Andrea holding a gun looking guilty. You put it together with not much thought. Andrea had just shot Daryl when he was returning from his search.

“Andrea what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” you yell at her, “Are you that fucking stupid that you shoot someone comeing back to camp after you know someone is out there? Before getting the confirmation that it is a walker you just decide to shoot? It was one goddamn person you stupid motherfucker.”

“It’s not my fault he was disgusting looking and limping.” she says defending herself.

You curl your fist and punch her. The initial shock of being punched knocks her to the ground. Honestly it probably hurt you way more than it hurt her but it got your point across. You run up to the farm hour prepared to help in any way possible.

The next few hours are a blur of blood and bandages. You and Hershel are able to slowly work on him, patching up all his wounds and checking him over for any more permanent damage. Hershel leaves after finishing up, you decide to take wet rags and clean the dirt off his skin. Allowing yourself to view any more minor damage that he had sustained.

You find a large bruise on the side of his stomach. While cleaning him up you notice the scars that reside on his back. You do your best to ignore it even though it hurts your chest. After finishing up cleaning him you sit back in the chair that is next to his bed. You watch his chest slowly rise and fall, almost scared to look away as if it would stop. So you remained watching his chest until you dozed off.

When Daryl woke up he had a headache. He assumed it was from getting shot on the side of his head. The next thing he noticed was you. Sleeping next to the bed in a chair, your head leaning into your palm. You had blood staining your hands, his blood, he realizes. You had at the least cared for him while he was unconscious. He then noticed his lack of shirt. He pulled the covers up covering his chest.

When he hears a few knocks from the door he sees Carol. She is carrying two plates of food, one for him and one for you. They talk for a minute about his discovery in the woods.

“You know she stayed here helping Hershel the entire time.” Carol told him, “She cleaned you.”

Daryl hadn't noticed that yet. He didn’t have much dirt or blood left on him. Oh god, he thought, this is just getting worse. You caring for him was not helping him bury all the emotions he held for you. The whole point of leaving so early this morning was to put space between the two of you and here you were taking care of him when he did some stupid shit.

Rick came in next, he spoke with him about where he had found Sophia’s doll. He couldn’t help but notice Rick's questioning eyes going between the two of you. He didn’t say anything about it, but he didn’t have to. Daryl could see what he was thinking in his head.

Soon after Rick left you woke up from your sleep. You saw Daryl awake and felt relief that he was okay. He was looking at you when you opened your eyes. He passed you the plate that was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Thank you.” you told him.

“You stayed?” he asked you.

You knew what he meant. He was surprised when he had woken up, you assumed, when he saw you sitting here.

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?” you asked him.

“You shouldn’ care about no redneck like me.” he says.

“Daryl, of course I care about you. I’ve cared about you since the CDC.” you tell him, remembering how you had both agreed that Jenner was suspicious.

“I care about you too.” he says quietly, nearly imperceptible.

“Then it’s agreed, we both care about each other.” you tell him.

“Thanks for this.” he says, gesturing to his wounds.

“Of course, puts all my college debt to use.” you say to him.

“I thought you were a teacher?” he says.

“I was an assistant at a preschool over summer, after school was done.” you tell him. “I also never really wanted to be a nurse. It was what my parents wanted for me but I never was too fond of the idea. What about you, what did you do?”

Honestly you had a few guesses for how Daryl Dixon made money, your top one being a mechanic. You had seen him working on his brother's bike time and time again, each time stopping to watch him. Once you had been caught by Maggie who had laughed at you for staring. But you couldn't help yourself, when he worked on the bike his arms were just gorgeous. Even after Maggie had caught you a few days ago you still couldn't break your stare any faster.

“Nuthin,” he says to you. With how he reacts you turn away from that subject in favor of discussing anything else.

“Okay, how about your favorite color?” you ask him.

“What?” he says, caught off guard by your question.

“What is your favorite color?”

“Uhh, green?” he says unsurely.

“Are you sure?” you ask him as you smile a bit.

“Mh, you?” he asks you.

“I would have to say, purple.” you tell him.

“I like purple,” he says.

“I like green too.” you tell him, which gets a smile from him.

“Carol said you cleaned me up.” he says, “Thanks.”

“Well can it old habits of taking care of people when they decide to roll around in the mud.” you tell him humorously, “Also I just wanted to make sure the dirt wasn't hidin’ anything important.”

The next day you wake up in pain, your back killing you and your head pounding. You missed your bed, your pillows and blankets, and your stuffed animals. While you didn't own a lot you missed your belongings. Most of all you missed music. It had been so long since you had listened to your favorite albums, most likely you never would again.

When you got up for the day though it instantly got better. Deciding to join Lori in completing chores you had walked over to her, to which she gave you two bowls of food and told you to go to Daryls tent. Most people had steered clear of Daryl as much as possible, they had decided that you would bring Daryl his food seeing as how he likes you the most.

There had only been one other visitor for him so far, Andrea. She had gone to his room in the house only to be told he had relocated outside. When she arrived at his tent she found him lying on the ground fidgeting with a bolt.

After apologizing for shooting him and giving him the book she had brought with her, she turned to leave only to be stopped by Daryl's voice.

“Who gave you that?” he asks her, with amusement.

“Ask your girlfriend,” she calls to him over her shoulder.

While walking towards Daryl's tent you see Andrea leaving from his camp. When you both get closer to one another you see just how much your fist affected her face. Her cheek is swollen where you had punched her. The bruise was also nasty looking, even though you wanted to feel sorry about it you couldn't because she had deserved it. You finish your walk and see Daryl laying on the ground of his tent.

“Brought you some food.” you tell him, handing it to him.

“Thanks.” he says before starting to eat. You were not really sure what to do, so you continued to stand. “You can sit down.”

“Okay.” you tell him, sitting down and starting to eat your food.

“Did you punch Andrea?” he asks you, you can hear the amusement of it in his voice.

“Yeah.” you tell him covering your face with your hands. You weren't embarrassed by the action you had taken but now sitting here with the person you had done it for you were. What surprised you was he started to laugh. Which caused you to start laughing as well with your face still in your hands.

“Why?” he says.

“I thought she killed you and even after I knew you were alive, I was just so angry.” you tell him.

“You punched her for me?” he says, you're pretty sure the question isn't directed at you but you answer it anyways.

“I'd do anything for you.” you honestly hadn't meant to say it, the meaning of it being too heavy to actually say but you did. As of yesterday you had assumed that Daryl felt the same way about you. But sitting here in his tent made you doubt, while you waited for him to say something.

“Hey we are going to practice shooting, thought you might want to come.” you heard Rick's voice come from outside of the tent.

“I’ll… uh see you later.” you tell him gathering your bowls before getting out of the tent. His response, or lack there-of, confused you. Yesterday when you had stayed up with him for so long just talking you were convinced that what you felt for him was reciprocated, but here you were second guessing yourself.

Daryl felt like an idiot. He was angry at himself for acting how he did. He was so convinced that what you had said last night didn't really mean anything. His hallucinations of Merel had really messed with him and he had woken up this morning almost convinced that last night had been a dream. As soon as you said those words though he had nearly short circuited. All of the work of him keeping his distance from you had gone down the drain.

Even hours after you had left he kept replaying the words over and over in his head. What he didn't know was that so were you. After arriving at the area that was designated for shooting you had shown Rick and Shane that you were more capable than they had originally thought. Seeing as how you didn’t need much practice they had sent you away to help anyone else who needed it, the person you had focused most on was Jesse though. He had no idea how to properly shoot a gun.

At first he had tried to insist that shooting with one hand was the correct way to shoot. After arguing with him you conceded telling him to shoot the bottle on the fence post. The recoil of the gun knocks him over when he fires and he falls on his ass.

“Do you see why when we shoot we use both hands?” you ask him condescending.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he tells you, but never seeing him shooting with one hand again means your teaching worked.

You worked with him for a while until the only thing off was his aim which wasn't something you could completely fix, him getting better is up to how much he practices now. Happy with your progress, you move on to a few more people. Each of them having their own challenges until you all are told by Rick that it's time to get back to the farm.

After being away for so long you had nearly forgotten what had happened right before you left but as soon as you approached the farm the embarrassing memories came back. It made you want to dig a hole and live in it, obviously not possible. So the next best thing is to ignore.

Feelings for Daryl? No, even though everytime you see him you get butterflies. Attracted to Daryl? You're out of your mind, even though you had caught yourself on multiple occasions looking at him from across the farm. Wanting to spend time with him all the time? Never, except for in the evenings when you waited for him to sit by his fire so you can join him, and in the middle of the day when you think of something funny to tell him, of course in the mornings too when you would wait to see if he had left already to find Sophia, and most of all at night when you were left alone with your thoughts. This is bad, you decided. Getting over him was out of the question, seeing as how your entire mind was filled with thoughts of him, you, you both together. Yeah definitely not.

You decided to steer clear of Daryl for a while, which lasted until Lori asked you to take dinner to him. You caved instantly, your desire to see him building more and more throughout the rest of the day. When you approached the tent and could see inside you found Daryl reading a book. It was an amusing sight to say the least. You hadn't given Daryl enough credit if he had the patience to read a book. He still hadn't noticed you so you cleared your throat.

“I brought food.” you tell him.

“ ‘m sorry.” he says quietly.

“What? Why are you sorry?” you ask him, you had decided to never bring it up again to spare yourself the embarrassment.

“For earlier. I aint good with things like this.” he told you while you join him inside his tent.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn't have said that, it was too much.” you tell him.

“It’s okay if ya didn’ mean it.” he tells you.

“Well I didn’t say that.” you say to him.

“So you do?”

“Hmm?”

“Ya did mean it?” he asks you.

“Of course I meant it, I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true.” you tell him.

Daryl was never really one for words, he had always thought actions spoke louder than words. The action he took next spoke the loudest. He leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. It was just for a split second before he pulled away from you. When he opened his eyes you could see him studying your face looking for any sign of disgust. He didn't find any but he was taken aback by you pressing your lips to his this time with an intensity he didn't have in the initial one.

The action took his breath away but made him want you even more. His hand found the back of your head and the other rested on your thigh. You brought your hand up to his cheek, both of you staying like this until you had to pull apart to breathe. When you open your eyes you see Daryl studying your face. You pressed forward again, going in to kiss him again. He meets you in the middle, his hand finding where it had been on the back of your head. That is when you are interrupted by Jesse calling for you. Getting closer to the tent with each step.

“I- i have to go.” you tell him, but not before he pulls you in yet again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He presses forward anyways, stealing one final kiss before letting you go. When you climb out of the tent you see Jesse right away. Slowly walking towards the tent, he sees you and waves. You walk over to him and you both walk back to camp but not before you glance back at Daryl's tent and see him watching you walk away.

That night you can’t help yourself from imagining that your time in the tent had continued. You stare up at the top of the tent sweating from the heat of Georgia that your years living here couldn't have conditioned you for. The group had started talking about what you were going to do in the winter, seeing as how the temperatures were starting to drop. You couldn't help but feel as though they were making a bigger deal out of winter than you had initially thought. You had spent most of your life living in Michigan and nothing could compare to those winters. The months seem to drag on forever but you lived in Georgia now which had a much more temperate climate.

You decide to get up and go outside but not before grabbing your knife and a flashlight. The only other person who was up was Dale who was keeping a watchful eye on the property yet again. He notices you and waves, you return the gesture. The firepit was still smoldering to your enjoyment when you sit down. The air is cooler out here with nobody else near you. You hear footsteps coming up to you and when you look up it is the person who has been taking over all of your thoughts.

“Surprised to see you over here.” you tell him, smirking slightly.

“Came to view the real estate.” he tells you.

“You thinking of moving over here?” you ask him, which he makes a noise you take as an agreement. “There is space next to us if you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

When you wake up the next morning you are in a better mood than you had been in for a while. The weight of your feelings for Daryl finally getting off your mind and instead enjoying whatever time you spent with him. Your back didn't hurt like it had yesterday and your head felt normal.

Of course normal can only last so long, because when you get Jesse and the girls up for breakfast a very distressed looking Glenn is waiting to tell you all news.

“So, the barn is full of walkers.”

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VI.

The next morning, you woke up in your tent with both Gracie and Adi snuggled into you, Jesse had opted to sleep on the other side of the tent. While the ground may not be the most comfortable thing to sleep on, it felt like you had slept for years. Never had you been so exhausted that you passed out on the most uncomfortable thing around.

You wanted to lay here forever just enjoying being alive with the people you cared most about, but you knew you would feel guilty for sleeping while other people were up doing work. After (carefully) moving the girls from you, you got up for the day. Quickly changing into your *now* clean clothes, feeling more like yourself than you had in a while, you left the tent to find someone to help. The first person you spot is Dale. He is sitting atop the RV watching the property.

You decide to see if Dale needs any help or a bathroom break. He notices you right away when you begin to climb up the ladder. The RV shaking just slightly under the added weight on top of it.

“Good morning. I was begging to wonder if we would need to get Hershel for you.” he says, smiling brightly at you.

“No, I think I just needed some sleep after donating that much blood to Carl.” you told him, reflecting his smile right back. “Do you need anything? I was just coming to check.”

“Yeah I could use the bathroom.” He said standing up, he goes to hand the gun to you but stops suddenly. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“Yes. I know how to shoot.” you tell him with humor laced in your voice. And that's how you get stuck on guard duty for the next hour. You had waited for Dale awhile until a commotion from the other side of the farm drew your attention. It had also drawn Daryl's attention. He was preparing to leave the farm to search the woods for Sophia. Before he had left he wanted to check what the fuse was.

Daryl had initially climbed up the RV to get a better perspective of the issue when he found you. He was expecting Dale seeing as how this was his RV but was surprised to find you. Last night after your conversation Daryl got in his own head about the situation. Seeing you after you had cleaned yourself up, when you were wearing that stupid dress, something had clicked in his head. He realized that he found you attractive, but more than that he liked you.

That had kept him up nearly all night. The feelings he had felt were not new to him by any means. He had been out on dates when he was younger. Most of the dates though were with girls who didn't really care for him. Most of them had been with him to spite their parents or they had known his brother was a drug dealer and wanted free shit. He had never had a real relationship before much less the feelings of liking someone, at least since he had been a kid.

All his emotions about you were confusing, it made him uncomfortable. When he saw you through the uncomfort went away, replaced with something else. Something that he couldn't quite define. He had noticed that you had your clothes on again rather than the dress you had borrowed.

“Mornin’.” he said to you gruffly.

“Good morning.” you say back smiling as you do. This catches him off guard.

“What’s goin on?” he asks you.

“I have no idea.” you told him. The group of people were all gathered around the well looking down at the bottom.

“I was just about to go out to look for Sophia.” he tells you.

“Okay, I’ll tell them.” you say to him, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there looking at you. “Is there something else?”

“Nah.”

A half-hour later Dale finally returns to relieve you of your position. Adi and Gracie had just gotten up with Jesse. They all made their way to the kitchen area to get food. You joined them a little after. The day continued after that with more people searching for Sophia and Glenn leaving with Maggie on a run to the pharmacy in town.

At midday you and the girls were seated under a big oak tree that was on the property. Gracie sitting in your lap while Adi sat directly next to you. For the past quarter of an hour you had been reading to them from The Wizard of Oz. You had asked Beth if there were any kids books and she had given you this.

“When she had gone several miles, she thought she would stop to rest. She climbed to the top of the fence beside the roa-'' you were interrupted by Adi tugging on your sleeve pointing at Gracie. She had dozed off while you were reading aloud. “We can read more later.” So you sat with Gracie asleep in your lap and your back against the tree.

“Can I ask you somethin?” Adi asked you suddenly in a quiet voice.

“Of course.”

“What happened to my mom and dad?”

You knew this was coming. A small part of you had wanted to put it off as long as you could, not wanting to break her tiny heart into pieces. For most of the students you had no idea if they were dead or alive but much less their parents. In your mind you wanted to believe in the best outcome possible. All of the kids alive and happy with their parents, safe. Unfortunately you had known about Adi's parents' outcome in the world. Before leaving the preschool you had been assisting as you had seen them. They still looked like how they had before.

Adi’s mom had tight curls that surrounded her head and she was always wearing her pantsuit after coming from her job in the city to pick her daughter up. You had only seen Adis dad a handful of times. He was a veterinarian around where they had lived and very rarely dropped off or picked up Adi. They were both amazing parents though. You could see it with how much love Adi had for everything and everyone around her. But when you were running to your car with Adi securely in your arms you had seen their car pulled up to the front of the building. With two walkers inside. And when you look into her eyes you couldn’t help but say what you said next.

“I don't know what happened to them.”

You felt bad about lying to her like this but she was too young you had rationalized. The worst part about it though was the fact she believed you instantly.

A few hours later you were helping prepare dinner for everyone with Lori. You are carefully roasting the possum and squirrels that Daryl had caught while he was gone. The squirrels nearly done but the possum needing a while longer before being ready to eat. You see Jesse disappear into the horse barn you decided to follow him, but not before telling Lori that you were leaving and when to stop cooking the catches.

You find him in an empty stall looking angry. He turns his head up to look at you. That's when you realize what this was about. He wasn't just angry, he was sad. You lower yourself down to the ground crossing your legs and facing him.

“This is all your fault.” he tells you. “If you would have never left we wouldn't be here.”

“Jesse-” you start but get interrupted.

“NO! You left. You left me and Gracie with mom and dad. It just got worse after you left, they fought more. They sent us here!” he yells at you and when you look into his eyes you realize that he is crying. “If we never left I could have saved her!”

At the beginning of summer you had gotten your own apartment finally having enough money to not have a roommate when your dad had called you. They were getting divorced. Jesse and Gracie needed somewhere stable to stay for a few months and your parents had connected you. A few weeks later you picked them up from the airport and then it was history. For the past few years you had been in low contact with your parents. This was the first time you heard from them since.

Two months later when the world had ended you were still in charge of them along with Adi. Jesse at first had wanted to leave right away when reports started coming out about the undead. You had decided against it, saying that you thought up north would be hit way harder. What you hadn't known then was that Jesse had someone waiting for him back home. Elana was a year younger than Jesse but was extremely smart. She had moved to his school in the beginning of their sophomore year and had become friends. Later they began dating, Jesse had fallen in love with her quickly.

“Jesse, stop.” you tell him, he starts crying then. “It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault what happened. No one knew that the world was going to end.”

He continues crying and you pull him into your arms comforting him through his tears.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, “for being such a dick and for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “I love you, nothing will ever change that.”

After sitting for a while you both decide to get up and go to dinner. The squirrel and possum smelling suspiciously good. When you sit down you are greeted by everyone save for Carol and Daryl. After eating you set off to find him. When you approach his camp area you see him sitting by his fire.

“Missed you at dinner.” you said to him once you are close enough to him. He scoffs in response. “It’s true, it would be nice to share dinner with the person who caught it.”

“Im’ good here.” he tells you.

“Well you don't have to be.”

Which is why you end up staying by his fire for a while just talking back and forth, well you did most of the talking he would just add in things here and there.

“No I really did!” you tell him, “I passed out in front of everyone and had to go home for the day.”

“Yeah?” he says obviously amused.

“Really, I had never given blood before and didn’t know you were supposed to eat beforehand.” you told him laughing. He joined in after a minute. “But I had to call my mom to come and pick me up and she was so pissed off. She banned me from giving blood ever again because I wanted to get out of a math test. What about you?”

“What about me?” he asked you.

“I don't know, like an embarrassing story or something.” you told him.

He begins telling you about how when he was younger he got lost in the woods and had to find his way back all by himself. While you smiled at him telling the story you couldn't help but feel sad that no one helped look for him when he was younger. But it made you realize why he cared so much about what happened to Sophia.

“I accidently used poison ivy to go to the bathroom.” he tells you.

“No.” you say in disbelief.

After Daryl finishes his story you continue to go back and forth sharing stupid shit that had happened to you or that you did. You tell him a story about how you believe that little elves used to change the colors on the traffic lights and he tells you that he thought that too. He says that he swore he saw a chupacabra once and when he searches your face for amusement at him he finds nothing. You tell him that once you swore you saw bigfoot at the camp one night.

When you decide to turn in for the night you can't help but feel sad that your night with him is over. This makes you realize that your feelings are way stronger than you had initially thought. And when he says he will walk you back to your tent to make sure you get back fine you smile a bit to yourself.

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