#Sirius and Remus were childhood friends and they encountered each other years later

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Remus knew that if he didn't meet Sirius when they were kids, he would have never been part of a group like The Marauders. They were so cool. They were so fun. They were the group of friends anyone wished they had.

Remus knew he was an intruder. Sometimes he felt out of place. The three boys were rich, they had everything. They never experienced what Remus did. They never lacked of anything.

James, Sirius and Peter had been friends for years. They had inside jokes Remus didn't understand. They had shared adventures Remus hadn't.

James and Peter only liked Remus because Sirius said so. And Sirius only liked Remus because of what they went through as kids. A nostalgic feeling more like.

Remus would have never been a considered in other circumstances. He wasn't actually their friend. He wasn't actually a Marauder. He was so different and uncool.

What Remus didn't know was that he balanced the group like no one else had. He was a complement for the Marauders. He made the boys better, the group better.

Remus became a confident for James. He listened to whatever rant he had. James loved to talk a lot and Remus was a good listener. He casually became friends with Lily, the girl of his dreams. And Remus was their matchmaker. He helped him get to know her better and he taught him how to behave around her. Remus listened with a smile how he talked and talked about her nonstop.

James also understood through Remus, the consequences of his actions. Remus had been a victim of bullying and mockery before. And James realized he didn't want to be that asshole anymore. Instead he swore to protect Remus from everyone who treated him differently. James considered Remus a good friend.

Remus became like a brother for Peter. Before Remus, The Marauders' dynamic was pretty much centered around James and Sirius. Sometimes they didn't take Peter seriously. Of course they loved him and worried about him, but their personalities were so chaotic that sometimes they didn't realize Peter needed someone to listen to him and pay him attention. James and Sirius joked around Peter. And he felt included when they did that. But not everything was a joke. Remus paid Peter more attention. Because while James and Sirius were more wild and open, Remus and Peter were more quiet and calm. Remus noticed when Peter was down and needed someone to talk to. Remus truly listened and tried to help Peter with his issues. He tried to make sure Peter didn't put himself down. And he was constantly telling him he was good enough.

Remus made James and Sirius notice when they were wrong with Peter. When their jokes stepped over the line. So James and Sirius felt bad about making Peter feel bad and genuinely apologized.

Remus became Sirius' first love, the one to make him feel in the clouds, but also the one to put him in the ground. Remus made Sirius knew other types of realities and problems. That he wasn't the center of attention. He showed him that he didn't have to pretend to be perfect all the time and he was allowed to be vulnerable. But also with Remus, and what Sirius felt for him, he had more courage to be himself, to be more queer and more open about his feelings.

When Sirius acted like a proper dick (and he did most of the time, based on how he was raised), Remus put him in his place. He was the only one to make him calm down when he was having one of his tantrums. Because James just pleased him too much and Peter just left him alone (not to be involved in that). But Remus made him realize he was acting like a whinny baby. So Sirius stopped. Sirius matured thanks to Remus.

Remus didn't know how The Marauders appreciated his arrival. Remus made the boys better and the group better. He was the missing piece of The Marauders. They weren't meant to be three. Always four. And Remus was meant to be their friend.

#In my headcanon Remus got to Hogwarts before their sixth year #Sirius and Remus were childhood friends and they encountered each other years later #Sirius helped Remus get a scholarship at Hogwarts so they could be together again #marauders #marauders era #muggle au #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #jily

[coffee--writes]

The Message on the Wall

Pairing: James Potter x gn!Reader - Marauders x Reader Content

Word Count: 5.9k (jdklfdh im sorry) 

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Implications of... yeah. I think that’s about it. 

Requested: Yes, a long time (i feel bad for only getting to it but i hope the nonnie stuck around to see this piece) by an anon who asked for James x Reader with childhood best friends to lovers trope. 

Summary: In which, James Potter was busy writing himself a message on the wall but was too blind to read what he had to say. 

Pictures. 

In actuality they were only images. For Muggles, they stood stagnant, for James Potter they moved slightly. 

But in deeper meaning pictures were moments in time captured in a frame. They were a personal reminder of things that were, things that used to be and anything else that didn’t fall into one of the other two categories. 

James Potter adored pictures. His room was littered with them. A handful were of Quidditch players and Tutshill Tornados merchandise. One picture of him and his parents sat on the nightstand beside his bed. But adjourned on the wall to the left was a mostly blank wall. One small Tornados banner was pinned against the soft red paint and in the middle a picture he was particularly fond of. 

The film captured James at the age of four. A broom was clutched in his left hand and a toothy smile on his face as the wind rustled his hair causing it to stick up more than it already did. Beside him was you, your eyes crossed and your tongue licking a swirled lolly. 

When his mother had shown him the picture you had just left for home, making a young James quite sad that his friend couldn’t stay just a little longer. Euphemia Potter had smiled, handing the picture to her son. “It’s okay, my love. Now you have a piece of Y/N with you.” 

“How?” James had asked, his lower lip jutting out in a frown. 

Euphemia laughed. “The picture captures you together. Look how happy the two of you look!” she points at her son’s smile in the photo. “You can do whatever you’d like with it.” 

James grinned, his eyes lighting up once more. “I want to hang it, mum!” he dragged her hand into the bedroom with him, climbing on top of his bedsheets and pressing the picture to the wall. “Here. That way I can say goodnight to them even when they're not here.” 

Euphemia Potter smiled watching as her son tucked himself under the covers. “That’s a brilliant idea, James.” With a wave of her wand, two pins fastened themself to the wall, the photo beneath. 

That was the beginning of James’s love for pictures. More pictures would accumulate such as the one of him and his father at a Tornados game. Drawings you would give him of flowers and Kneazles. The pictures would come and go but yours stayed the same. An additional picture of you and James would later be added three years later when the two of you were seven. James’s broom no longer sat in one hand, instead was gripped with two and hovering five feet off the ground. He had a wicked smile on his face, his glasses slightly falling down his nose. You sat behind him, your small fingers clutching to his waist as the picture captured you mid-squeal. 

Time went on yet the pictures of the two of you stayed the same. Along with your drawings, which had improved dramatically since you were seven, he’d occasionally find a Hollyhead Harpies banner plastered to his wall. When he came to scold you, pink banners adjourned in his hand, you’d laugh at the pout on his lips. He could never stay angry at you and always joined in on your laughter. 

The final year before things would slightly change was the year before going to Hogwarts.  A third picture was added at the age of ten. The Potter family had accompanied your family on a trip to Diagon Alley in which you had bought your screech owl, Juniper. James had one arm wrapped around you. His hair was untidy and a goofy smile was on his face as his other hand flicked your forehead. Your eyes were closed mid-laugh as one hand pushed his face away and the other perched with Juniper who screeched happily on your available arm. 

Again, time went on quickly and changes were made in James Potter’s room but you were not one of them. He packed up his Hogwarts things the night of August 31st, leaving his room full of pictures with a soft smile. 

You rode on the train with him, both of you waving goodbye to your loved ones. You grinned at him wickedly, “Excited?” you ask. 

“Definitely.” he responded. “Do you have money for the trolley?” 

You slide into a train compartment, one small boy already sitting there. “Yeah. Do you need to borrow some?” 

James nodded and you rolled your eyes, handing money over to the kind witch who passed by, grabbing pumpkin pasties for you and Bertie Botts for James. 

The ride was life-changing as you made acquaintances with similar mindsets. Two more boys entered your compartment and along with the scrawny boy from before, all of you made it to Gryffindor. “Where dwell the brave at heart” as James liked to put it. 

First year was an interesting feat with James quickly falling head over heels for Lily Evans. Your friendship never faltered although the thought of her in his life made you feel odd. However, you were sure she wouldn’t be in his life for quite some time seeing as his persistent efforts were met with an equally stubborn rejection. 

“She’s a firecracker, that one.” he sighed, walking beside you down the hall after another devastating encounter with Lily. 

“You’re just embarrassing yourself now, my boy.” you reply, dubbing his nickname to ease the comment. 

He smirked. “Then why do you hang out with me?” 

“Because, I’m the one who makes sure you don’t cross the line from embarrassing to mortifying.” 

He shakes his head with a silly grin. “I doubt that. You love me. That’s why.” 

You laugh, an effective way of avoiding the curious ideas that ran through your young mind. “Don’t throw around the l- word so quickly! You’ve got to mean it.” 

James bumped your side. “But I’ve known you for years.” 

You ruffle his hair, making it messier than it already was. “Save it for Evans.” 

---

The year ended and the two of you went home to Northern England hands overflowing with Gryffindor red, spirits high with a drive for Quidditch practice and addresses from Remus, Peter, and Sirius tucked away in your pockets. 

James’s room changed tremendously that first year. Alongside the Tutshill Tornados merchandise were small Gryffindor banners, lions enchanted to roar at the touch. You had given him one of your sketches from the school year, one of Sirius and him laughing in Transfiguration, another of him and Peter skipping stones. The pictures of the two of you still remained, a small collection of dust coating the edges which he wiped away with a smile. 

Second year was merry and full of high spirits. James had acquired his father’s invisibility cloak which gave cause to a number of nighttime rendezvous and adventures in the kitchens. Suspicion arose on Remus, whose monthly disappearances came to your attention. With the help of Sirius and Peter, the group soon discovered Remus’s guarded secret and accepted the furry little problem with open arms. 

The Lily Evans situation did not get any better with James’s persistence holding up fiercely and her hatred toward him even more harsh. As Sirius had dubbed it, “Mate, at this point you’re never getting married.” Remus and Peter whole-heartedly agreed, sending James into an adolescent spiral. 

“What if I don’t get married, Y/N/N?” he confided in you by the shores of the Black Lake. 

You chuckled, his delirium quite adorable. “You’re going to get married, James. Trust me.” 

He sighed, snapping a twig between his fingers. “It’s not definite.” 

“Nothing is.” you counter. 

James groaned. “I know. I know. But I would like it to be. Wouldn’t you?” 

You contemplated the idea, a thought coming to your head. “What if it could be?” 

He stared at you curiously. Your eyes lit up and James grinned. “Hit me.” 

“If by the time we are thirty neither of us are married then we should get married to each other.” you propose, a proud smile on your face. “That way we can have a definite of our own.” 

James grinned. “I like that idea. But what if one of us gets married before that?”

You frown. “Then I guess it’d be a flop. But it’s better than nothing, right?” 

He agreed quickly. The sun was setting into a pond of pink. The wind rustled and birds chirped and the moment seemed picture perfect and James wished a camera would magically pop up and capture the moment so he’d be able to hang it on his wall for years to come. It did not work that way, instead, he turned to you with a smirk. “I don’t have anything to propose with.” 

You looked down in embarrassment and gave him a shove. “We’re not getting married yet! It’s just a deal not the real thing.” 

He rolled his eyes at you. “I know but it feels as though something special should happen. How about we seal with a spit swear?” 

You stick your tongue out and pretend to gag. “Ew! No.” you flick his forehead causing him to wince. He grins before flicking you back, watching as you fall back onto the grass. 

“I guess a flick works as well.” he sighs. “Y/N Potter has a nice ring to it.” 

Your head falls against his shoulder. “I can’t believe I might be a Potter one day. Sounds disgusting.” 

James laughs, the weight of your head feeling oddly familiar against his shoulder. “Oh, shut it!” 

--- 

The years came and went. Third year, James made the Quidditch team and he quickly became a ladies man despite his obvious pining over Evans. You made sure to keep his feet on the ground as you didn’t want his ego to get larger than it already was. You came to all his games, occasionally bringing a camera so that James could add his moments of glory onto his beloved room wall. There was the time he tried dedicating a shot to you and ended up getting knocked off his broom by a Beater. 

He made the next one thankfully. 

On the other hand, you had earned the title of master dueler amongst the third years for your quick arm and sharp spellcasting. While James was at Quidditch practice: you, Peter, Remus, and Sirius would practice in empty classrooms although after a while they became rather bored as you would always win. James would cheer you on, even when you beat him there was a compliment of your skill and he was more than anything, proud. 

The summer between third and fourth year was the year the Marauders got their first group picture together. Everyone had met up at the Potter residence, Euphemia Potter snapping the photo with Sirius and James to the left, Peter and Remus on the right, and you in the middle. James hung the picture on his wall as it was routine by now. The whole gang got to see his famous wall of pictures, his life an open storybook to anyone who looked closely. 

Fourth year sparked love, pranks, and new ideas. Peter went on his first date, flaming at the cheeks as his friends waved him off embarrassingly. Group pranks ensued upon Snape whose oily hair was dyed all colors of the rainbow by the end of the first semester. You had gone on your first date as well, Steven Goldstein from Hufflepuff whom James threatened to beat up and Sirius who gave him “a talk”. 

Most importantly, the group addressed Remus’s furry little problem seeing as each year he came back with more and more scars than before. Two ideas sparked up from the meeting and both were large feats that every member of the group was willing to take. 

“So wait..” Peter asked. “You want to make a map… that tracks everyone in Hogwarts?” 

James nodded and Remus shook his head. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Don’t look at me that way, Remus.” 

Remus shoved him lightly. “How would that even work though? Isn’t it a little invasive?” 

You smiled. “It most certainly is invasive but think about how awesome it’d be to have something like that. All we would need is…” 

“A complex locator spell.” you and Sirius said together. 

Everyone grinned. “Pete can do the drawing and sketching. He’s good at that stuff. We should check for secret passageways. All of us could do the magic. We’ve got the brains.” 

“I don’t think someone with brilliant magic technique would use the word brain to describe their intelligence.” you point out. James simply flicked you in the head. 

“And there’s the Animagi thing…” Sirius added. 

“That’s a reach.” Remus replied. 

“More than the map?” Peter questioned. 

Remus sighed. “You guys don’t have to do that for me. I’ve been transforming on my own for years. No need to have buddies now.” 

“Nonsense.” you say. “Anything for you, Rem. This is what you deserve.” 

The friends looked at each other silently. “Are we ready to pull off the biggest student feat in Hogwarts history?” Sirius whispered. 

“Aye, aye.” Everyone cheered. 

Peter grinned. “We’re up to no good.” 

James smiled back. “Then let us manage our mischief well.” 

WIth that the group commenced, exiting the abandoned classroom they used and taking off to class. James walked by your side as you headed to astronomy together. 

“I can’t wait till we pin this down. It’s going to be an epic year.” he grinned. 

You chuckle. “I know you’ll end up stalking someone, Potter. Evans by the looks of it.” 

He shook his head, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Nope. I’m gonna stalk you instead. See if you’re hiding any secrets from me.” 

You smile. “What secrets could I possibly be hiding from you, my boy?” 

James nudged your side with a smirk. “You’re telling me a good-looking fellow like yourself isn’t sneaking off with some other lad other than their best friends.” 

You shook your head, the word “good-looking” repeating itself in your mind. “No. If I did I would tell you.” 

“Good.” he said, starting up the stairs to the Astronomy tower. “I don’t need some arsehole stealing you away from me.” 

You roll your eyes. “No one could ever steal me from you, James. I’m not a Quaffle.” 

He nods with a grin. “Yeah. I suppose you’re more of a Snitch.” 

You laugh, dashing up the stairs in hopes that you wouldn’t be late for your Astronomy lesson.

--- 

As one could guess more pictures and sketches made their home on James Potter’s wall. It was a cluttered mess but beautiful nonetheless. It was as though the wall had an expression of its own with its array of Quidditch jerseys, photographs, art, and ticket stubs. Nobody touched the wall except James as he liked having every picture in place. His wall organized the way he liked it best… messy. 

Fifth year was the first year you didn’t see James every week. He had eagerly signed up for Quidditch camp and had left for Wales with promises that’d you write about the boys and the progress on the map and Animagi projects. The projects went well with Peter completing the outline sketches of the maps, Remus filling piles of papers on Animagi transformations and finally Sirius and you gathering the needed ingredients for the Animagi process. 

You had grown taller over the summer, hair lightening and your features more accentuated. Eagerly you awaited James’s return and when the time did come you had woken up early in the morning to see him arrive by Portkey on the hill. The second he appeared you had rushed over, engulfing him in a hug. You had missed his touch, his constant nagging and overall  the James Potterness that followed him around that would never fade with time. 

Meanwhile, he was left out of breath, a couple of inches taller and a smile on his face as he squeezed you back. “Y/N/N! I missed you, you lazy hag.” 

You laughed, messing up his hair that sat more neatly than in previous years. “And I missed you, my boy.” 

The next days before school were spent catching him up on the map and at the pond by your house. With each swim you noticed the changes in James such as the six-pack the tedious trials at Quidditch camp had given him. 

“Oi!” you shouted, splashing him in the face. “Whatever happened to the skinny twig that was my friend?” 

He smirked. “Oi! Why are you looking?” 

You bit your lip, not allowing him to see you flustered. “I’m sorry. You’re my best friend and it’s a very noticeable change!” you pointed at his toned stomach. 

James tapped your nose and you stared at him in annoyance. “It’s only noticeable if you want to notice it.” 

He turned around, making to walk back to the shore of the pond. You didn’t remember when James had gotten so cheeky although he’d always been that way, just never with you. Wickedly, you took the bucket that floated beside you and dunked it in the water. With a mischievous grin, you snuck up behind him, dumping the bucket of water on his head. 

James turned around with a gasp, jaw dropped. You laughed, a wide smile on your lips at the sight of him drenched in his swim trunks. It wasn’t until his arms tucked along your waist, dragging you to the deeper ends of the pond did the smile drop and his return. 

“Why you little…” you seethed. “James Fleamont Potter if you-” 

It was too late by then, your body submerged in the water and you swam up, his laughter the first noticeable sound. You scowled as he doubled over with laughter on the shore. “I’m never letting you go to Quidditch camp again.” 

The two of you walked home as the sun set, many flicks to the forehead ensuing as you did. 

---

Fifth year was by far the most epic year of your Hogwarts experience. Everything was prepared for the Animagi transformation and phase two of the map project was ready to launch with Remus having gained access to the restricted section of the library. 

It seemed as though the whole student body had recognized the change in James’s physique which only led to an inflation of his ego. The worst part was that Lily Evans just so happened to be one of those said noticers and while her defiance toward him was still strong, she could be caught staring in class much to James’s delight. 

The Animagi process began as soon as the September full moon. While Remus suffered in the Shrieking Shack, the four other Marauders set their Mandrake leaves into their mouths preparing for an uncomfortable month of bitterness on their tongues. The leaves were held under their tongues when talking in class and for the rest of the time they resorted to note passing leaving the entirety of Hogwarts wondering why the Marauders went quiet so suddenly. 

During the period between moons, they worked on their map. Stacks of books, both regular and restricted, lay among them. Each had a quill and parchment used to take note of spells or pass messages back and forth. As you worked you received a message from James in the form of a crumpled ball of parchment. You smoothed it out with a sigh. 

I hate this thing. It tastes like piss and lime. 

You held back a chuckle, writing your own message next to his. 

You’re not backing out of this, Potter. It’s for Remus. 

He stuck the leaf under his tongue in order to stick it out at you and you rolled your eyes. He scribbled a message back. 

I know. I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it. 

You smirked, tossing the parchment back to him. 

If your scrawny arse can come back from Quidditch camp with abs then you can stomach keeping a leaf in your mouth for a month. 

He smoothed it out and you went back to your work only getting in a minute's reading before the parchment bounced off your head. You scowled at his antics but he only looked at his book with a smirk. Unfolding the paper, James’s messy handwriting took up the last blank space on the parchment. 

Nice to know you still think about my abs. 

Your stomach squirmed at the feeling that inflamed from his words and the smirk that was on his face. You flicked him on the head, throwing the parchment into the fire before Sirius could ask what it was. 

--- 

It took moon soaked leaves, untouched morning dew and a lightning storm to finally complete the transformations. It was on a late November night that a lightning storm finally struck and in the fifth corridor bathroom the Marauders made their first transformations. For Peter, a small rat with a wriggling tail. For Sirius, a pure black dog. For James, a large stag with mighty horns. For you, a sly fox with sleek orange fur. 

Thus that night began the use of the nicknames: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Vixen. Dubbed by James and agreed upon all around. The final full moons of fifth year were spent prancing around Hogsmeade alongside Remus whose scars diminished with each transformation spent with his friends. 

The downside of it all was the building tension in the school. With Lord Voldemort on the rise, more and more of your classmates were showing their true colors. Select Slytherins no longer wore short sleeves, their wrists always covered even in the heat of summer. Watchful eyes and protective glares, you went home for summer in worry. 

Over the summer, Prongs lost his Pronginess. He wrote to Lily Evans most days of the week and now the things she sent him hung on his wall alongside you and the Marauders. An anticipated change but a scary one still. Every outing with James became more about Lily and less about anything else. You could feel your best friend slipping away and you told him so the night before the start of sixth year. 

The two of you sat together in the branches of a tree. The sun hit your skin in rays and clouds passed by over your heads. James’s voice droned on about his darling Lily flower and with an unknowing malice you snapped at him. “Shut it!” you groaned. 

His eyes looked over at you, hands holding your head in remorse. “Aren’t you happy for me? You’ve been acting off all summer.” 

“I’ve been acting off because you’ve been acting off. I am happy for you but Evans is the only thing you talk about these days. What happened to talking about the Tornados or sneaking out together for milkshakes?” 

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s different now.” 

“Well, it shouldn’t be.” you exclaim. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t grow up. I support the idea of you no longer being a cheeky bastard. If you’re happy with Evans then I am happy for you. But being with Evans doesn’t mean you have to forget about me or the Marauders or everything else.” 

James nodded, a leaf spinning between his fingers as he frowned. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.” 

You shake your head. “I am too. Sorry I snapped at you, my boy.” your head fell onto his shoulder the same way it had done for years only this time things had changed. The weight still felt perfect on his shoulder but now his stomach turned and his breath hitched at the close proximity. Things were indeed changing although the two of you only danced around it, not wanting to address the mess you two had made. 

Your head was still against his shoulder as you spoke quietly. “Just remember you’re not a Quaffle.” 

He chuckled, stroking your hair affectionately. “I guess I’ll be the snitch then.” 

You smiled, swimming in the feel of the James Potter you knew so well. Later that night, the two of you snuck out like old times, sharing a chocolate milkshake and sending each other glances the whole way home. 

--- 

Sixth year was a rollercoaster. The map was finished, all the efforts poured out finally receiving an equally impressive outcome with the parchment branded with the names of the Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Vixen. Remus had his first kiss and Sirius decided on leaving home and James welcomed him with open arms. 

The other Marauders were not impartial to the changes in your and James’s behavior. The miniscule changes in his face when you napped on his lap or the flush of your skin when he rustled your hair. In all honesty, it was as though the two of you were finally waking up and seeing what they’d been seeing all along. However, your own defiance was strong and love wasn’t simple. James was still under the impression that his heart beat for Lily Evans and you flirted around your feelings as opposed to finally confronting them. 

When Gryffindor won the Quidditch season, you were the first one in James’s arms to congratulate him. He spun you around, a large grin on his face. “We won!” 

You smiled. “That you did, my boy. Celebration calls and are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Hmm? Let me guess… Firewhiskey?” 

“That’s my boy.” you cheer, linking your arm in his and dragging him off the field as Lily Evans watched the boy she had taken a chance on run off with someone else.

---

Firewhiskey made for a fine celebration and resulted in James and you collapsed on the floor of the Gryffindor common room at two in the morning. His glasses were crooked as he stared up at the ceiling and your hair fell in waves on the floorboards. 

“Blimey, I can’t believe we won.” James chuckled, his words slurring together slightly. 

“You deserve it, my boy.” you say, lightly punching his arm. “How are you feeling on this fine evening?” 

His cheeks went pink but a smile overtook his features making for a hilarious expression when he shouted out. “Randy!”  

You doubled over with laughter. “Gosh, James. I don’t need to hear about this.” you shove his grinning face with your palm. 

“What, you've never felt randy before?” he asked, a childlike expression on his face juxtaposing such an intrusive question. 

You hide your embarrassment behind a grin. “Yes, but I’m not going around telling you about it.” 

He tapped your nose with the tip of his finger and your stomach swirled. “And why not?” 

You turned over to your side. “I’m not sure best friends tell each other about being randy, Prongs.” 

James sighed. “I guess not. But how are you feeling, my little vixen?” 

With a swig of your drink and a grin you reply. “Randy.” 

The two of you erupt into fits of laughter. James pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it’s the whiskey then.” 

You stare up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I suppose so.” 

Both of you knew that wasn’t the case. You knew that despite the whiskey slowing the gears of your mind you still noticed James’s hand laying by your waist. You could still trace the outline of his chin and the bridge of his nose. James could still see the curve of your lips and the rise of your chest. Firewhiskey was most definitely not the cause of your randiness. 

But it was the easiest thing to blame. 

--- 

Your birthday came soon after with the Marauders celebrating in joy. Presents were exchanged with Remus giving you some books, Peter knitted (with the help of his mother) a pair of mittens for you and Sirius had gifted you a record to play on your stereo. 

But James had to be extravagant. It wasn’t everyday his best friend turned seventeen and he marked the occasion with something expensive yet meaningful. When you opened the small box inside had been a silver fox ring. It’s eyes sparkling gems that twinkled as if blinking. 

“James, I’m going to kill you.” you seethed. “This is way too expensive. I’m turning seventeen not fifty.” 

He laughed. “Oi, woman! It’s fine. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Besides, only the best for you.” 

You stared at it once more before engulfing him in a hug. “It’s beautiful, my boy. Thank you.” 

His arms squeezed your waist, breathing you in and remembering the sweet smells of childhood and friendship rolled into one. His eyes closed and it was as if he had drifted off into a pleasant dream. “Of course, my little vixen.”

You made certain to flick his head after. 

He was starting to regret giving it to you already. 

---

Sixth year came to a close with an even more devastating end than the last. The war only continued to rage with Muggles being murdered miles away from the school, Muggle-borns driving into hiding. Sirius’s brother was slowly falling into line with the other Slytherins, devoting their hours to the torture of Muggleborns, Lord Voldemort and the likes. 

James left Hogwarts heart-broken when Lily Evans broke up with him on the last day of term. “Look around!” Lily had told him. “You’re blind, James. I’m not the person you want and it’d be clear if you’d stop and take a look.” 

He hadn’t known what she meant and the first week of summer was spent crying and eating ice cream on the sofa with you by his side. His room had become a mess and Lily’s letters no longer remained on the wall instead crumbled up in a ball in the trash. 

Euphemia Potter couldn’t dread to see her son in the dumps any longer and she made sure to tell him so one evening after you had left. 

“James, you need to get your life together, my love.” she whispered, rubbing her sons back reassuringly. 

His words came out muffled into her neck. “It’s hard.” 

“I know.” she soothed. “And I’m always going to be there for you.” 

“Promise?” he asked. 

“Promise.” she smiled. “Now how about you go clean your room. It’s become quite dirty.” 

He nodded, trudging to his room with a broom. Lily’s words repeated in his mind as he entered. “You’re blind, James. Look around!” But there was nothing to look for. All he saw was his wall and a soft smile came to his face as he approached it. The Tutshill Tornado banners clung loosely to the paint and drawings of Kneazles and landscapes and trees. Pictures of the Marauders and Gryffindor lions. 

And finally the ones of you. 

His fingers ran across the picture in the middle. Four-year old James grinning and you licking a lolly. His eyes moved to the next one, seven years old and flying together on a broomstick. A grin broke out on his face as he saw the one with your owl in Diagon Alley, his fingers flicking your forehead. James’s mind was on hyperdrive as he examined each picture, one common factor in almost all of them. 

You. 

You were in many of the photos, a smile adorned on your face. If you weren’t in the photos you were the one taking them, knowing how much he adored them. Any pictures that hung were sketched by your hands. Here was James Potter’s open story, the story of his life all plastered to the wall as though it was an empty canvas. Present in every moment, every aspect, had been you. You had been the start of his book, the picture of the two of you as tots still smacked in the middle of the wall. Yes, he realized. You had started his book and had remained in it for quite some time. 

Lily Evans must’ve noticed and maybe everyone else had too. 

James had been blind to the message that was sprawled across his wall. He had been the one writing it, maybe not knowingly but writing it out all the same. Everyone had seen it except the writer and his subject, the message painstakingly clear years prior to its conception. 

He quickly removed all the pictures from the wall, grabbing each one that hung and piling them up in his hand. The door swung open as he dashed out of his room yelling, “I’ve got to go, mum!” before running out the front door. The hills of green were illuminated by the night sky, the stars burned for James as he hopped over branches and boulders to get to you. 

Your house was in the distance, your figure standing a few feet away from the home. He called out to you, your eyes turned to meet his. When he reached you, he paused, catching his breath. 

“James, what on Earth are you doing here?” you laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder as he breathed. 

He stood up straight, panting as he held up a photo. “This is us when we were four. The first photo we ever took together.” 

You squinted at him. “Right?” 

He shuffled through the pictures, fingers tracing each one. “And this is from when we were seven. That one from when we were ten. You gave me this drawing when we were six because you loved Kneazles and wanted one as a pet. That drawing was from the first year when we went skipping stones at the Black Lake and you sketched me and Peter.” 

Your face melts slowly. “James, I don’t understand. You’ve had these for years.” 

He exhaled, his eyes lighting up. “That’s the thing. I never saw it till now but Lily said I was blind and that she wasn’t the person I wanted.” You nod, wiping the sweat from his forehead with your sleeve and he grinned. “See that right there. That’s what I want.” 

The night air bit at your spine. “You want me to wipe the sweat from your forehead?” 

He shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Not exactly. I want you to wipe the sweat from my forehead for the next year and the next ten and then the next fifty. You’ve been doing it for years already and the thing is… I don’t think I want anyone else doing it for me.” 

You blinked as he came closer, his palms cradling your cheek as you gazed into his eyes. “You’ve been in my life for as long as I could remember and I want you to stay in it for as long as I live. You told me once to not throw around the l-word and I said…” 

“But I’ve known you my whole life.” you mutter. 

“I think I’ve loved you for a while. I just didn’t know it yet.” 

You shook your head as the wind rustled the branches, the windchime on your porch creating soft melodies. A large grin spread across your lips yet you continued to shake your head. “There’s a war, James.” 

He smiled. “Only more the reason to be with me.” 

“But I’ve been with you my whole life.” you tease. 

“Oh, shut up!” he chuckles, before leaning down to capture your lips. At that moment everything made sense. All the pieces of the puzzle sifted into place and the stars applauded you from the sky and the night gale created a ruckus at your shed blindfold. 

“Be my Snitch?” he asked. 

You rolled your eyes, “That’s the cringiest thing you’ve ever said, my boy.” 

He smirked. “Oh, but you love it.” 

“Perhaps I do.” you replied, flicking his forehead for good measure. 

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[thewolfstarchives]

do you have any wolfstar fics where they were childhood best friends??

Strangely enough, we weren’t able to find very many fics in this category (sorry!), but here are a few with childhood friends to lovers!

where are we now? by @miraxb (M, 6.4k, ,2 chapters)

The Berlin stories

Sirius meets a familiar stranger while visiting Berlin. Everything is different. Everything is the same.

Save Me, Save Me, Save Me by @mollymarymarie (N/A without smut, 15.2k, 1 chapter)

Remus overhears a conversation between James and Sirius about Sirius being in love and discovers rather abruptly that he doesn't like the idea of Sirius being in love with anyone who isn't him. THEN WHY IS HE HELPING SIRIUS COOK THIS WOMAN DINNER??

Probably so that, while chopping vegetables in the kitchen, he and Sirius can perform an emotional duet, serenading each other to Phil Collin's "A Groovy Kind of Love." AND THEN GET ALL WEIRD ABOUT IT AFTERWARD.

Because they're idiots.

Vows Under the Covers. by @mollymarymarie (N/A with smut, 21.5k, 1 chapter)

Remus is getting married. And not to Sirius.

"All the promises - vows under the covers. We would play pretend, my love, But it was real. To me."

Everything’s Connected by @severus-snape-is-a-butt-trumpet (M, 44.2k, 11 chapters)

When he's seven years old, Sirius Black has a brief encounter with a strange boy in the woods, who, in their short exchange, teaches him an important lesson about the nature of the Universe, only to then disappear without a trace.

Nine years later, Sirius, along with his two best friends, is a student away at boarding school, with a brand new transfer student as his roommmate--a foul-mouthed, astronomy nerd named Remus Lupin.

Between school, hormones, relationships, and the fact that he is keeping a (magical) secret away from everyone--Sirius' year starts to go a little off the rails.

Not to mention, there's something familiar about that Remus Lupin kid that he just can't seem to shake...

Inquiries? Ask the Archivists!

#file under: #kay #friends to lovers #childhood friends #childhood friends to lovers #rec list #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #hp #remus x sirius #remus/sirius

[hpdabbles]

Regulus in a crop top and James is jealous please.

Bonus if Wolfstar are also in the fic.

Thanks! Love your stuff.

There were a lot of changes now that two of the Marauders were married to each other. One of them was the dynamics of the group.

 When Remus and Sirius started dating it made things a little awkward for James and Peter since the two couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Oftentimes they wind up disappearing to only return with flushed faces and wrinkled clothing, making outings a bit rough since Peter and James had to sit there waiting for them to come back trying really hard not to acknowledge was happening a few feet away. 

The fact that the other two had to often remind the lovebirds to please use a silencing charm at night in the dorms was enough reason for them to both be very happy for their friends and also very angry.  

Yet anyone with eyes and ears could see that the two were madly in love with each other. It came as no surprise right after Hogwarts the two ended up moving in together while Peter had found a ministry desk job that came with monetary boarding until he finished his apprenticeship if he wanted to move up.  James himself had always thought he be rooming with Sirius or married to Lily Evans after Hogwarts, but life didn’t seem to follow childhood dreams.

Lily made it clear that she only saw James as a friend after their first date went south and he was hurt for a long time, hurt even now, but he knew it was time to let her go. She didn’t love him and he couldn’t keep pressing her for something that wasn’t going to work. 

He hadn’t heard of her since graduation four years ago but he was sure she was doing amazing because she is amazing.

James himself was working to be a Auror, to help the war effort, yet his flat felt so empty and he hated being there on his own especially with his parents passing a few days after his graduation. He always looked for excuses to visit his friends but tried to keep from being overbearing. On one of his surprise visits to Remus’ and Sirius’ flat he encounter another large change now that his best fiends were married.

That came in the form of Regulus Black, Sirius younger brother he never cared too much about as Sirius avoid the other boy like the plague in school. James didn’t know the full story of how the brothers reconnected but he knew that it was Regulus using his new found Hire Apparent status to officiate Sirius’ and Remus’s wedding and thus giving the werewolf full citizenship that would later allow the two to blood adopt should they choose. 

The Werewolf Capture Unit could no longer touch him as a official member of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, disown husband none standing. If Remus is to ever be outed, there was no chance of him being excecated. It was a relief for everyone in the know.

Regulus had apparently been the only Black to support the unity and had been kicked out of his home by his parents for his efforts in helping his older brother. Of course Padfoot took him in and now the younger man was staying with the newlyweds until he got back on his feet, exploring the word and himself with new found freedom.

James just wished this new found freedom didn’t included crop tops. 

“Bloody hell that bastard is practically panting on him” He growls watching a wizard lean into Regulus’s space as the shorter man eagerly explain some magical theory or another. The teenager was hopping to be a Unspeakable  apprentice to study magic soon. He was plain adorable when he got going on his ideas. 

The young Black didn’t even seem to be aware of what was happening, not seeming to think the black crop top coupled with the those tight trousers made him look like a delicious snack to the starving Aurors who were attending the charity function for the department. “Padfoot, tell him to get away from Regulus already!”

“Why?” Sirius asks from his left. His Aurors partner was much too relax with his colleagues taking a interest in his brother in James’ opinion. “Reggie isn’t bothered by him and he seems to be having a good time.”

“That’s because he thinks the other bloke actually cares about how wands shouldn’t be passed down in generations!” James hisses, not missing the way Regulus turns, the slip of skin the crop top shows making the action more seductive then it should be for the way he was moving his arms and talking about genetics effects on wand’s cores. The Auror’s eyes followed the movement with clear appreciation and it made something nasty burn through James’ chest. “For Merlin’s sake, he is just a child!”

“Reggie is nineteen Progs.” Sirius sighs. “He graduated Hogwarts and he can date who he wants as long as they treat him right. Merlin’s beard knows he deserves a good bloke after everything we been though in this war. Thank heavens Neville Longbottom put a end to it all.”

Ah yes, the Boy-Who-Lived, the hero that gave them all the ending of a bloody war. 

“You know who likes to argue a baby couldn’t have killed He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named? Regulus. I’ll best go fetch him and ask him about his theories-” He rose from his chair but Sirius planted a hand on his shoulder forcing him back down.

“Oh no you don’t. Look Prongs, I know you fancy Reggie but this jealousy bit needs to end. Either you man up and tell him, or you let him meet someone. But you will not stand in the way of-”

“W-w-what!? Me, fancy Regulus!? Padfoot don’t be ridiculous!” James spluttered face bursting red. “Regulus is a boy!”

Sirius raised a unimpressed eyebrow.  “Yes he is.”

“I don’t fancy boys!”

His best friends seemed to grow even more unimpressed.  “Mate, you do realize the way you described some men is not what someone who doesn’t fancy men would right?  Oh, Wood, is so good at Quidditch, you should see how strong he is! Oh you know McCall, the one who’s hair shines in the sunlight? He is an  amazing Seeker! That Malfoy is so smart, he actually pointed a incorrect print of the test, and he look so effortless graceful while doing so! ”

James gapes as Sirius keeps going, repeating things he knows he has said in the past but not in a swooning voice that the other is using. 

Sirius stops and then blinks. “Huh, just realized you have a type mate. Either they are academically advance or they play Quidditch. There is no middle ground.”

 James can’t find any words which is just when Regulus struts over, his hips memorizing with the sway of his steps. He grins at them both, unaware of the longing look the Auror throws his back. He takes a sit next to James who is suddenly extra aware of his crop top, and his stomach and oh no is that a hip bone-

 “What is so scandalizes it’s causing James to resemble a tomato?” Regulus asks leaning towards his brother. One unknown fact about the man was that he was a giant gossip. 

Sirius gives James a long look before smiling. “Just one of the Aurors having some trouble wooing a oblivious idiot is all.”

“Oh and here I was hoping it be something fun.”

“What...what do you count as fun?” James asks clearing his throat and fighting to keep his eyes off Regulus outfit. 

The smile he receives makes heat rush all the way to his toes.  “Why don’t come over tonight and find out?”

He stands giving another twirl that has his top lifting slightly before marching off and James watches him go with his heart in his throat. The younger boy throws him a smolder over his shoulder right before he enters the dance floor and finds a woman to spin. 

Regulus is a beast on the dance floor.

James watches the way he moves with a whimper “I’m in trouble aren’t I?”

Sirius throws his head back in laugh, thumb tracing his wedding band. “Trust me, when we Blacks want someone, they really are in trouble. But trouble makes life fun! Good luck, Progs, he is going to eat you alive.”

#anonymous #Hpdabbles #Harry Potter #james/regulus #Wolfstar #Crop tops #Regulus knows he looks good #Bi James #Boy who lived Neville Longbottom #Since Harry obviously wasn't born #Sirius is aware James is bi #Bi panic

[watermelons-pomegranates]

Sirius and the Potters

-Sirius first met the Potters right before Winter Hols started in first year, when the Marauders got off the train and James rushed to introduce his new best friend to his parents (he also knew Sirius wanted to stall going home so thought it’d be a good idea). Sirius was nervous but excited, because he had heard James talk about them and they seemed to be the polar opposites of Walburga and Orion. Their conversations went something like this:

“Hello I’m Siri-”

“Sirius Black! Yes we’ve heard ALL about you, dear Jamesie talks of you so much in his letters to home.”

“Mum! Stop it!”

and the conversation continued and Sirius felt so accepted and welcomed for the second time in his life (the first being with James) and he wished he could stay with them forever

-the second encounter happened over the summer before second year, when Sirius flooed into the Potters home, shaking and crying and bleeding, calling out James’ name, albeit quite weakly. He eventually collapsed onto the floor - right before Mr. Potter came into the living room wondering what the fuss was about. He took one look at the boy and called his wife down, and the elderly couple woke him up, healed him in a few seconds, settled him onto the sofa letting him sleep, and were quietly discussing what could have possibly happened. They decided they’d talk with him in the morning, and when they came down at dawn, they found James huddled up next to Sirius, the two gangly boys sprawled against each other, hugging each other tightly, and both Euphemia and Fleamont thought they look like they should be brothers.

-That morning, Sirius explained how his parents were extremely angry with him for getting sorted into Gryffindor and had decided to “teach him a lesson”, several “lessons” actually. The Potters were horrified, they knew that the Black family was sick and messed up but couldn’t possibly believe two parents could treat such a wonderful boy so awfully. They made sure to tell Sirius he was welcome whenever he wanted, and anytime he did visit, Euphemia and Fleamont were very careful and made sure to be especially kind and comforting (even more so than they already were) to their son’s best friend.

-Sirius visited the Potters frequently after that incident over the years, whenever he wanted to spend time with James (which happened to be all the time). By fifth year, Sirius basically felt like the Potters were his real parents, but he never dared calling them mum or dad, in fear that they would be taken aback and never look after him again. This changed when the four of them visited Diagon Alley the summer before fifth year, when a childhood friend of Euphemia saw them and asked her:

“And are these your sons?”

Sirius looked at his feet and shuffled them awkwardly, while James looked over at Sirius with a confused face, wondering why he was being so nervous for a question with a simple answer. 

“Yes, yes they are.”

-Sirius was exceptionally happy that year, and his bond with James (and the other marauders) grew even stronger now that they had become animagi together and were helping Remus. He also began to send letters to his mum and dad (no, not Orion and Walburga), talking about what he did in classes and how he was feeling. He especially loved to gossip about James to Euphemia, and the two of them exchanged many lines about James’ pranks, grades, and recent crush on the Evans girl. Of course fifth year didn’t end too well with the Snape incident, but Lily forgave both of them once they had realized they were in the wrong and went to her and apologized sincerely, promising to leave Snape alone from now on. In reality, Sirius didn’t care much for Evans or Snivellous, but it was important to James to be on her good side so it was important to him. 

-the summer before sixth year was when he ran away. The last week of July, at the dinner table when his parents were discussing the opportunities Voldemort was bringing and how much they agreed with his values, with Regulus nodding along meekly, he had decided he had enough. He threw his fork down and went into a tirade about the absolute stupidity of blood purity and how muggleborns shouldn’t be looked down upon, but he was cut short by a blast of pain. Apparently, his parents had had enough as well. They used the Cruciatus curse relentlessly, until he was howling with pain, and Regulus looked on frightened for his brother, but unable to do anything. Orion and Walburga eventually let him go, banishing him to his room. He decided quickly that he was done. They weren’t his parents, they were never his parents. His body hurt, he was dizzy, and there was blood everywhere, but he managed to stuff his clothes and books into a trunk, got onto his broom, and flew to his home - Potter Manor. 

-When he got there, he was surprised to see James at the table, writing on parchment with a smile on his face (he’d later learn was a response to a letter from Lily), but his surprise didn’t last long seeing as he collapsed within seconds of arriving. He woke up in a bed, with James snoring quietly next to him, and Fleamont sitting over them, watching. 

“I’m sorry I came in here dad but they’re such idiots with their blood purity and I spoke up and they hurt me, I couldn’t take it anymore...”

“I know son, don’t you worry. You’ll never have to see them again if I can help it.”

-Living with the Potters was the best thing Sirius could have asked for. He and James were brothers in everything but blood (actually, they did share a bit of blood since James’ grandma was his great Aunt) and Fleamont and Euphemia loved him just as much as they loved James.

-the Potters passed a few months after Hogwarts graduation, it broke James and Sirius completely and they wouldn’t speak to anyone but each other. Their conversations were small and broken, and they usually ended up crying onto each others shoulders. One day they had an exchange that Sirius would remember forever, he’d remember it when he found his best friend dead in his own home, he’d remember it every day in Azkaban, he’d remember it the moment he fell through the veil:

“Sirius, they may not be here anymore, but we still have each other. We’ll always have each other. We’re brothers till the end mate.”

“Brothers?”

“Brothers.”

#sirius black #james potter #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #black family #brothers #hogwarts #harry potter #marauders

[rk7puffinhuff]

I’m fine part 1

A/N

Hey guys!!! I am so glad to see that people like this!!! I actually didn’t realize that I didn’t put part 1 on it so this means there is going to be a part 2... I am not sure how many parts it will actually be but you know what lets just do this. 

p.s. this is actually supposed to be a one shot but my brain had other plans... hope you guys like this!!!

Remus Lupin x reader

mentions of James Potter x reader

Summary: y/n is a hufflepuff prefect that is Remus’ childhood friend. James then took an interest on y/n and dated her without Remus’ noticing. One day James broke it off with y/n, broke her heart, left her for Lily. Remus’ finds y/n with puffy red eyes but still smiling (trying to hide the fact that she was broken). 

Warning: angst, James being a jerk, fluff, James starting to regret leaving y/n, James being a little jealous, Remus being a alpha male(lol), Remus being over propective of y/n, y/n being such a hufflepuff, someone being a animagus secretly

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Remus’ POV

I was walking down the hall at night for prefect duties when I heard quite sobs. I followed the sad sounds and found my friend... my y/n... crying. 

“y/n?” she was startled and sniffled and turned around with a smile on her face. She was trying to hide the fact that I caught her crying. I began to think of reasons for her tears ‘was it a boy??’ ‘she was looking awfully flustered the past few weeks’ ‘whoever that bastard is they’ll pay’ my jaw clenched and my heart pained to see my childhood best friend with puffy red eyes and a smile to hide her pain away. 

“hi, how are you??” she said softly her voice croaking . Instead of replying I took her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace. She tensed up a bit and hugged back. She loves hugs, I then felt her sobbing on my chest. My heart ached, I began whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Just like how she did to me when I needed someone, this time it’s my turn to comfort and be a shoulder to cry on. ______flashback______

I was behind a tree looking down crying. The other kids did not want to play with me, they did not want to be my friend because I’m hideous. I look like a monster.... no, I am a monster... I continuously beat  myself up when I heard a soft voice “Hello...” I looked up, it was a girl.

She saw my face but she didn’t run, she didn’t scream, she didn’t look scared. Instead she smiled... ‘she is probably here to make fun of me and call me a monster...’ I thought to myself 

“GO AWAY!!!” I screamed at her. She didn’t move, but her eyes started to water. “I-I’m sorry... I just” “I just wanted to be your friend... I ju- just wanted to play with you..” her tears flowed continuously. I was shocked... I made her cry not because she was scared of me. She wanted to be my friend and I ruined it...

“I-I’m sorry... I just thought yo-you hate me... I thought you will call me a monster like all of them.” I said sniffling looking down. I heard her calm down. The next thing I know I was pulled into a tight embrace... it felt nice, comfy. I hugged her back, burying my face in the crook of her neck, crying. I felt my hair being stroked softly... she started whispering in my ear “don’t cry, you’re not a monster” “you’re not scary, I’d love to be your friend...” she said comfortingly. 

“Is it because of your scars??” she asked. I flinched under her touch. She pulled away “is it??” she asked again. I nodded my head in reply. She then sat down, so I did the same. “Ya know.. I think they’re awesome!!” she exclaimed. I looked at her with a confused face. “My mom said that if someone has scars that means they went through something brave!!” “So now I believe that people with scars are Heroes. My mom agreed with me as well.” she explained. 

I looked at her for a moment. I thought about what she said. “I’m y/n by the way... what’s your name??” “Remus... my name is Remus.” I replied with a smile 

________end of flashback_________

She did the exact same thing for years. Whenever I doubted myself, whenever I beat myself up, whenever I needed someone, she was there. She was my first ever friend, she never left my side. Not even when we got sorted into different houses and found our own groups of friends. y/n was genuinely kind... everyone in Hogwarts knows that. No one, not even the Slytherins can hate her, that’s how great she is. 

Unlike James, Sirius, and Peter she doesn’t know about my lycanthrophy. She never found out, and I never told her. I’m scared that she’ll hate me, be afraid of me, I don’t want to lose her. So I decided, until I’m ready... she can’t know.

‘Who would ever do this to her?’ the thought ran repeatedly in my head. I pulled away to look at her face. I wiped the tears from her face and cupped her cheeks. I kissed her forehead and enveloped her again in a hug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I brought y/n to her dorms last night. She never told me the reason behind her tears. It bugged me all night. I didn’t want to seem pushy and nosy so I decided to not ask. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I walked down the halls, on my way to the great hall for breakfast.

I looked over to the Gryffindor table to see Lily and James snogging!!! my eyes widened at the sight I walked and stood close to the lovebirds. I cleared my throat seeing as they did not notice me. “Oh Mo-moony hey... didn’t see you there.” James stuttered. I raised my eyebrow at them while Lily looked down at her food, her face as red as her hair, and James scratching his neck trying to avoid my gaze. “James when did this happen??” I asked, James was about to answer when a felt a hand on my shoulder “Give them a break Moony... besides it happened yesterday” Sirius said “Yeah Moony, you weren’t there but Lily finally said yes... even though James didn’t ask this time.” Peter filled in with the details.

We were talking more about this new relationship going on. I looked back to the hufflepuff table to see if y/n was there with her usual smile, she wasn’t there. “Who are looking for Moony?? your girlfriend??” Sirius jokingly asked. I denied it while Peter and Sirius kept bugging me about it, while James and Lily snogged at the other side of the table. “She is not my girlfriend, alright, she is my best friend, she cried last night... I was hoping to find out why...” I said. “ooh seems like Moony has a crush~~~” Sirius teased. 

I looked at my right only to see a couple of feet away my bestfriend, tearing up, petrified at the sight. She didn’t seem to be looking at my way so I followed her gaze. My eyes landed at James and Lily smiling at each other, I furrowed my eyebrows at the situation. I was confused, I looked back at y/n who was now sniffling with tears rolling down her cheeks. I stood up to approach y/n and get her out of the great hall. As I stood up James did as well, I looked at him and his face was filled with guilt and a hint of regret. ‘why?’ I asked myself. “y/n...” James called I looked back y/n and she looked petrified, then she ran out of the great hall. James took off after her calling out her name and asking her to stop. 

What just happened... I didn’t understand why would he call her out and go after her. I didn’t know why y/n cried while looking at James and Lily... I was so confused that I couldn’t move.

y/n’s POV

I was running, and running, and running faster as I heard someone call out my name. I dodged students and obstacles with ease, saying excuse me, sorry, and hey at the same time. I ran as fast as I can but it wasn’t enough. I knew he had long legs and he is gonna catch up to me in a few... I need a distraction.

 I ran and looked around. I saw Prof Flitwick with a bunch of papers in hand. I might regret this later but I’m gonna fix it after I ruin it, and I sure Prof will understand. I ran really close to him murmuring a spell under my breath towards his direction and papers shot through the air. I jumped to avoid a box on the corridor floor. Everything went fast I murmured a spell to fix Prof Flitwick and his papers up and at the same time turned into my animagus form. 

“Professor are you okay?? sir??” I heard his voice ask meaning to say that I lost him and my plan worked. I left the scene as a White Wire fox terrier. I walked on all fours until I encountered Prof Mcgonagall. She knew that I was an animagus... an unregistered animagus. She helped me become one as soon as I found out that Remy had lycantrophy. She ‘advised’ me to not register, for very acceptable reasons. I have been watching over Remus for 4 years now, I found out first year, researched and started to learn at the same year and fully transformed the summer before my 2nd year. I also know about the marauders and their names. 

But I don’t think becoming animagus was enough to help my best friend. So I started talking to Professor Slughorn about Wolfsbane potions. My friend Severus has been helping me brew it, he was skeptical on why but I said Im doing it for charity. I think he believed me... I followed Prof Mcgonagall as she discretely told me to follow her.  

Jame’s POV

“Professor Flitwick!!! are you okay??” I asked the Professor whose papers that burst into the air a while ago go back into his hands... what happened?? I remember running after her... ‘y/n...’ I looked around only to find that she was nowhere to be seen. I left the Prof since he seems to be fine. I walked towards the direction y/n was running to. I searched for her but I had no luck. 

‘y/n,’ her name repeatedly running through my head. Her smiles that I remember, the sound of her laughter when I say a joke, the red tint on her cheeks when I say something only to make her flustered and embarrassed. My mind ran through my happy bright memories with her. My thoughts then slowly turned grey and blue remembering the sight at breakfast...  her face, which I always see looking radiantly bright always with a smile on, had tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked like she didn’t get any sleep at all. She looked depressingly sad and the look on her face broke my heart.

I felt a pang of guilt and heartache... ‘I caused those tears’ I thought. It was true I caused her the pain that she is currently feeling. Maybe I regret it... I walked to my first class knowing the gang will bring my stuff. I walked the hallways with a unsettled feeling. All I know is that I am confused.

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[hufflly-puffs]

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Chapter 29: The Phoenix Lament

“And a Death Eater’s dead, he got hit by a Killing Curse the huge blond one was firing off everywhere – Harry, if we hadn’t had your Felix potion, I think we’d all have been killed, but everything seemed to just miss us –’”- We know using Felix Felicis is illegal if you enter a competition and that you should not use it too often, but this made me wonder if it wouldn’t be useful for Aurors to use the potion if they are facing particular dangerous situations? But also, what if the other side would have used Felix Felicis as well? Luck is not biased, it can not decide between good or bad. If the Death Eaters had used the potion the luck would have been on their side. Given that the potion helped Ginny and the others staying alive shows how powerful it really is, so perhaps it should be banned completely, because it can be abused as well.

“‘I’d love to know what Snape told him to convince him,’ said Tonks. ‘I know,’ said Harry, and they all turned to stare at him. ‘Snape passed Voldemort the information that made Voldemort hunt down my mum and dad. Then Snape told Dumbledore he hadn’t realised what he was doing, he was really sorry he’d done it, sorry that they were dead.’ ‘And Dumbledore believed that?’ said Lupin incredulously. ‘Dumbledore believed Snape was sorry James was dead? Snape hated James …’ ‘And he didn’t think my mother was worth a damn, either,’ said Harry, ‘because she was Muggle-born … “Mudblood”, he called her …’” – And this shows how dangerous it can be if you only know half the truth. Even Lupin, who knows that Lily and Snape had been friends as children, doubts Snape’s motive. The only encounter between his mother and Snape Harry is aware of is the memory of him calling her ‘Mudblood’. He doesn’t know their history and the circumstances, but it fits into everything else Harry knows about Snape: that as a Death Eater he would obviously despise Muggleborn witches and wizards. To Lupin the situation reads the same; we later learn that Lily broke off her friendship with Snape after this incident and perhaps even she was not aware of the fact that Snape never stopped loving her. The only people who did know were Dumbledore and Voldemort, though the later never understood love and the things people are willing to risk for it. Dumbledore took Snape’s secret to the grave and Harry only knows half of the story, leaving out the important bit, the real reason why Dumbledore had trusted Snape.

“As Professor McGonagall nodded, Harry felt Ginny move beside him and looked at her. Her slightly narrowed eyes were fixed upon Fleur, who was gazing down at Bill with a frozen expression on her face. […]‘You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per’aps, you ’oped?’ said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. ‘What do I care how ’e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!’ she added fiercely, pushing Mrs Weasley aside and snatching the ointment from her.” – Both Ginny and Mrs Weasley suspect that now that Bill is injured, that he is no longer as handsome as he used to be and there might be some other after-effects of the wolf-bite, Fleur is no longer interested in him and will leave him. And of course Fleur’s initial reaction is shock. But it turns out she is less superficial than they thought. Yes, Bill is/was handsome and of course there was a physical attraction between them, but it does not mean they don’t love each other genuinely. Fleur could possibly have any man she wants, so there must be something about Bill that she wants to spend the rest of her life with him, something that goes deeper than attraction. For better or for worse indeed.

“And the meaning of Tonks’s Patronus and her mouse-coloured hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumour someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all …” – I still think it is quite interesting how Tonks’s heartbreak manifests. It is so profound that Harry mistook it for grief. It changed Tonks’s hair, so that it took the same colour as Lupin’s, her Patronus changed into a wolf, in a way she became Lupin, who had always been on her mind.

“‘I am not being ridiculous,’ said Lupin steadily. ‘Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.’ ‘But she wants you,’ said Mr Weasley, with a small smile. ‘And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.’ He gestured sadly at his son, lying between them.” – There is something so genuine about both Fleur and Tonks expressing their love, showing that it is the person you fall in love with, not the body.

“And a new portrait had joined the ranks of the dead headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts … Dumbledore was slumbering in a golden frame over the desk, his half-moon spectacles perched upon his crooked nose, looking peaceful and untroubled.” – Does that happen automatically the moment a headmaster dies? I mean doesn’t anybody have to paint the picture first? Or maybe they do this beforehand and the portrait only becomes alive when the subject of it dies? Like it feels weird that on the one hand Dumbledore is gone and yet he is still in a way here, like Harry could wait for him to wake up and ask him for advice, no biggie.

“‘Harry,’ she said, ‘I would like to know what you and Professor Dumbledore were doing this evening when you left the school.’ ‘I can’t tell you that, Professor,’ said Harry. He had expected the question and had his answer ready. It had been here, in this very room, that Dumbledore had told him that he was to confide the contents of their lessons to nobody but Ron and Hermione.” – I think I wondered briefly why Dumbledore would be that secretively, that perhaps it would be better to find the remaining Horcruxes if for example Aurors would look for them, not three teenagers, who are not even fully educated yet. But I think the reason is that the less people are involved the less likely is the chance Voldemort knows what they are up to. Voldemort of course infiltrates the Ministry and perhaps he even had spies at the Order (apart from Snape). And obviously Harry and his friends are the last people Voldemort would suspect to have find out about his secret and who are off to destroy him. Vanity has always been one of his weaknesses.

“‘I want to talk about what happens to Hogwarts before he gets here,’ she said quickly. ‘Personally, I am not convinced that the school should reopen next year. The death of the Headmaster at the hands of one of our colleagues is a terrible stain upon Hogwarts’ history. It is horrible.’” – We know that Hogwarts will reopen, though with a few changes. But if it hadn’t what would have happened to all the students? Would they have gone to a different school? Stayed at home? Hogwarts had always been a safe harbour, especially now that the Wizarding World is at war, but that promise of safety has always been linked to Dumbledore. And it is not just his death, but also the circumstances. That it was possible for Death Eaters to get in the school, that one of the teachers is seemingly one of them and then killed the headmaster, at school. The school has become a place of terror, it is no longer a home.

“And he knew, without knowing how he knew it, that the phoenix had gone, had left Hogwarts for good, just as Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world … had left Harry.” – Book 7 is so different in so many ways, because the death of Dumbledore really means the end of an era in every way. Hogwarts is no longer the place Harry can call home. He will never return, at least not as a student, because to him there can be no Hogwarts without Dumbledore. Dumbledore has always been the one to look up to, the one to ask for help, the one with all the answers. After Sirius Dumbledore was the last parental figure Harry had. With his death, with leaving Hogwarts, the last parts of Harry’s childhood are over. Symbolically he becomes of age at the start of book 7; he is legally and emotionally an adult now. No one to protect him, to guide him. He is his own man now.

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[blancheludis]

How To Be A Hero - Ch. 9

Harry Potter FanFiction Remus Lupin / Nymphadora Tonks AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8672524/chapters/22235513

Tearing Down Walls

“Why are you so bloody stubborn?” Sirius looked at his friend over the rim of his whiskey glass, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Are you –” Remus stopped himself, not wanting to put up with that old name pun that had stopped being funny before their first week in Hogwarts had been over.

“Yes I am,” Sirius answered nonetheless, although not amused either. “You’re perfect for each other.”

“We are not perfect. She’s got her whole life ahead of her.”

“And you are old and poor and damaged. Merlin, I’ve heard your stupid arguments a thousand times. I don’t want to go over them again.”

“Then stop bringing up this subject.”

Remus was frustrated. All had been good before his friend had started making constant comments about him and Dora. Until the both of them could no longer ignore the grain of truth in his mockery. Things had started to go downhill from there.

He had known her since her birth, tagging along when Sirius had went to meet his baby cousin for the first time. And then he had become her friend and confidant.

She had a crush on him, nothing more. It would be over pretty soon and then it would only be awkward if he would react any different to her advances. They were friends, and he wanted them to stay friends. That would not happen if he gave in to her pleading and his own bloody feelings – which really were not helping.

But this was not only between them. What would he tell Andromeda and Ted if he asked out their daughter with whom he had spent hours and days alone during her childhood? ‘Hey there, don’t worry I was waiting until she was of age and out of Hogwarts before I made my move on her.’ Brilliant idea.

“You should at least talk to her about this.” Remus opened his mouth to protest, but Sirius stopped him with a glare. “She is old enough to know what she wants. And, believe me, she cherishes your friendship so much, she wouldn’t risk it if she wasn’t sure about this.”

“Funny, to me it seems like she has completely lost her mind.”

“You certainly are as stubborn as only old men can be.”

Remus did not deem that worthy of an answer. Instead he made his way over to the door, intent on getting out of the house for a while to clear his head, and maybe find some Death Eaters to keep him occupied.

“Damn you, Remus. Don’t run away and leave me here all alone,” Sirius shouted, but to no avail. His friend did not even look back. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he did not bother to get up and run after Remus. They were all so very adamant on him staying put and not leaving the house, and he was not so sure he could stick to that, if he went down now and saw the front door open right in front of him, with freedom so alluringly close.

Instead he refilled his glass and gripped it with bony hands, refusing to give into the urge to throw it against the nearest wall. Ever since coming back into his childhood home, he had destroyed a whole wagon load of dishes. Seeing his mother’s good china shatter on the floor had been very satisfactory. Doing it in front of her thrice damned portrait even more so.

He kept sitting there in the library, the only room in the house that seemed the least bit inviting, due to Remus – always a book lover – taking care of it. It would probably be a good idea to do some more cleaning and sorting through his family’s stuff, lest the children encountered some of the more dangerous artefacts that were bound to be lying around, but he could not get himself to care.

Being locked up here, of all places, was not doing him any good. It was hard to escape the nightmares the dementors left him when waking up brought no relief either. The first moments after opening his eyes always left him in a panic, thinking he was back home during the holidays after fifth year, expecting his mother to show up any second to start yelling and cursing.

Remembering all that had happened and why he was back, was not helping at all.

When he heard the front door open, he was pleasantly surprised, thinking that Remus had changed his mind and come back. But just as he wanted to call out and apologize and try to be better company this time, someone else’s voice interrupted him.

“Remus?” Dora sounded almost reluctant. “Are you here?” Her steps came up the stairs and closer to the library door. Everyone knew that was where the werewolf could be found most of the time.

“Remus,” she repeated, sticking her head into the room, eyes hopeful at seeing the fire burning. But when she recognized Sirius, her face fell. “Oh.”

“Only me,” he offered, caught between being hurt at her obvious disappointment and relief at having another human being there with him.

“So, Remus is out?” When he nodded, she sighed and entered, sitting down in Remus’ usual seat, as if that would call him back.

“Yeah.” Sirius nodded, then raised his bottle. “Want some?”

For a moment it seemed like she would refuse, no doubt thinking about the Order meeting later or her job. But she extended her hand, shrugging. “Why not.”

He poured her a generous amount. “You don’t look good.”

“Geez, thanks, cousin. You don’t look that healthy either. Still not over your twelve years long island vacation?” Her tone was biting, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she looked down apologetically. “I’m –”

“He’ll come around.”

At that her head snapped up, eyes filled with hope and suspicion. “What?”

“Remus is stubborn as hell. But so are you. It will take some time, but he will see, eventually, that you are serious about this.”

“He thinks I’m not –” Dora sputtered.

“He thinks he is not good enough for you.” Sirius smirked. “As I’m sure he has told you a hundred times already.”

“Only once or twice actually. He usually runs away before we can even argue.” Sighing, she downed the amber liquid and held out her glass for him to refill it.

“He values you above most other things. He wants you to be happy, but,” after hesitating for a second, Sirius decided to be blunt, “He doesn’t want to be hurt again.”

“What?” Dora blurted out, voice laced with disbelief.

“He’ll deny it, of course. In fact, I don’t think he’s even aware of it. It’s just -” he looked up helplessly. He had never been good at all things concerning emotions. “After Halloween – He lost everything and, somehow, he then found you, and you caught him and helped him up again. He loves you. Not only romantically. Also in a deeper kind of way. Because you’ve been there for him after we left him.”

Suddenly a thought crossed his mind and made him laugh, which caused Dora to look at him strangely. “It’s – Well, the two of you have been friends for longer than we have. You know,” at that, bitterness crept into his voice, “Our all-encompassing, unbreakable friendship. Brothers for life. All that nonsense. “You were what, five?, when you met at the funeral, and still your word was worth more than our silly vows.” He leaned back, by then talking mostly to himself. “You said you’d be his friend, and you were. Just like that. I wonder where it all went wrong for us.”

They sat in silence for a while, Sirius pondering the shattered pieces of their bond, Dora thinking intently about his words, too caught up in her own problems to offer him any comfort.

“So you say, he thinks that this is just – a mood?” She blinked several times. “He thinks I’ve got a crush, like a silly school girl and her teacher, and when I’ve had a shag I’ll let him fall and be on my way?”

Despite it being inappropriate, Sirius had to chuckle at her being so upset, but he sobered up fast when she sent him a withering glare.

“Are you sure it is not a mood?” It seemed like she wanted to jump up and hit him, but she caught herself and thought about his words.

“Yes,” she finally offered. “This is nothing like with the boys at school or Damien in Auror training. That was nice and all, but –” She had no words, but Sirius thought he understood her nonetheless.

“What do I do if he -” Dora trailed off, uncertain, maybe even a bit afraid.

“He loves you,” Sirius repeated his earlier sentiment. “It is obvious.”

At that she chuckled. “To all but us, you mean?”

But he shook his head. “I’m sure he knows. He would just never act on it. He’s,” searching for the right word, he threw a look at the door leading to the rest of his hated home, “He is terrified of losing you.”

He felt like he needed to elaborate further. “I know he is afraid of losing me. When I came back I – Well, I know he still cares for me and we are friends, but he keeps his distance. He’s always ready to jump up and be out of the door. All to save himself some of the pain when I leave him again.”

“When you leave him again?” The tense protectiveness in her voice made him smile.

“Yes. I mean, it’s only a matter of time. I’m an escaped convict, innocent or not. The Ministry is searching for me. And I’m sure one day, probably soon, I’ll snap and refuse to be left behind when all of you go out onto a mission or other. One day, I won’t be coming back.”

It was a rare occurrence for Sirius to be so pragmatic. His nonchalance added weight to his statement.

“When he quit his teaching job, he told me he’d rather leave than be thrown out. That’s the same thing then?”

“Yes.”

“But how do I make him see that I don’t plan on leaving him anytime soon. Or let him leave?” she asked, her voice full of tired frustration.

Before Sirius had a chance to answer, though, the door opened and the very subject of their discussion entered the library, an apologetic expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, Sirius, I shouldn’t have –” When his eyes fell on Dora, he stopped cold, eyes darting between them suspiciously. “I’m sorry,” he then repeated, voice far more polite, detached even. “I didn’t know you had a guest.”

Again, Sirius was interrupted before he could open his mouth – and possibly defuse the situation before it blew up into their faces.

“Guest?” Dora snapped. “Is that what I am now? Just another Order member? Or maybe nothing more than Sirius’ distant cousin coming over for tea?”

Remus flinched at her tone, but did not make a move to calm her down. Instead he turned back around. “I’ll leave you to it then. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

“The hell you will.” When it was obvious that he did not intend to stay and talk, Dora jumped to her feet and all but ran across the room, grabbing Remus’ arm and dragging him back in and towards his seat. After pushing him into it, she did not sit back down again, but stayed right in front of him, glaring at him with an intensity that would have made her mother proud.

“You will not leave this room, Remus Lupin, until you have come to your senses.”

He looked up at her uneasily. “Dora –”

“And don’t you dare call me that when you don’t mean it.”

Sirius decided that this was his clue to leave. He did not want to be caught in the crossfire, which was more than probable if he interpreted the pleading glances his friend was sending him right. But Remus knew his stance on things. No need to be pulled into what would surely turn out to be a pretty ugly affair.

After his one possible saviour had closed the door behind him, Remus sighed. “Do-,” he began, then corrected himself, “Tonks.” She winced at that, which made him feel guilty, but she had insisted on it. “I don’t know what you want to hear.”

She deflated somewhat at his tone. “I want you to stop being so bloody defensive when it comes to us.”

“There is no us –“

“Due to you denying that it could be.”

They glared at each other.

“Sirius said –“

“So Sirius was giving you tips on relationships?” Remus mouth curled into a mocking smile. “Don’t you know that he’s never been one to keep a girl for longer than a month? Or do you think he’s gathered some life-changing experience in Azkaban.” He was glad their friend had left them alone. It was not his intention to hurt Sirius, too.

“I didn’t ask for advice on girls, but on you.” That, Dora noted with smug satisfaction, shut him up. Only not for very long.

“And what was it that Professor Sirius had to say about me?”

She regarded him thoughtfully for a second, then decided to be honest. “That you don’t want to be hurt.” He clearly had not expected that. “This is not some hormone-driven thing, Remus. I wouldn’t do that to you. I –”

“You don’t know what you’d be getting yourself into.”

Anger sparked again inside her stomach. “That –”

He cut her off again, voice strangely soft. “Maybe I don’t want you to be hurt either.”

“If this is about you being too old and a bloody werewolf –“

“Of course it is,” he said, still calm, making her feel foolish about her outbursts. “You’re an Auror. What do you think the Ministry will say, when you decide to go out with a Dark Creature? A half-breed?”

“I don’t care what they say.” Her voice was almost desperate by now. “I know you want me to think about my career and life and whatnot. But I don’t care about any of that, if I cannot be happy. And being with you has always made me happy. And now we could be – something so much better than what we’ve been up until now.”

“Or it will fall apart as fast as it has come upon us,” he smiled sadly, “and then we’d be nothing at all.”

Only part of her registered what he really meant to say with that. The other, much bigger part, had halted at the fact that he had said ‘what has come upon us’. As in both of them.

“So, you do feel the same.” He looked up sheepishly, no doubt cursing himself for his foolish choice of words. But before he could attempt to twist the words around, she continued hastily. “Don’t lie to me. You promised once you’d never do that.”

Remus stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity, looking at everything but her. “Yes,” he finally admitted, still avoiding her eyes. “But that doesn’t make it right.”

Dora laughed at that, not happy in any way, but both desperate and relieved. “Sometimes I think this is the only right thing in the world.”

That brought a smile to his lips. During her teenage years she had read quite a couple of cheesy romance novels. This sounded like something right out of one of them. The young, beautiful and, of course, misunderstood heroine trying to make her chosen one see her undying love for him. Although he really would not mind them having a happy end.

Remus opened his arms for her. “Come here.”

“Does that mean you’re giving in?” she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

“No,“ he admitted. “That means, that I don’t want to fight with you.”

That was most likely the best she could get at this point. So she gave him a small smile and let herself sink into his embrace, glad to at least be able to hold him again. Those past weeks had been horrible.

And, she guessed, this was a first step into the right direction. Sirius had been right. They were both stubborn. Now she only had to prove that she was far more so than Remus could ever be. Black blood, and all that.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Remus murmured into her hair.

“You won’t,” she promised.

Only a fortnight later, Sirius had to prove the truth of his words and get himself killed,  and in a most avoidable way at that, leaving Remus desperate and grieving and more set than ever to not let anything above friendship happen between them.

The walls he was erecting between them were almost visible to her, and the distance hurt, even more so because her cousin’s death had hit her harder than she had thought possible.

But she had managed to get through to Remus once before. Somehow, she would manage again. And this time, she would not let him leave, ever again.

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