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dracowars · 1 year

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Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

i would | harry potter

pairing: harry x gryffindor!reader, harry x cho, neville x reader (platonic)

word count: 1,8k

summary: where harry is in love with y/n but doesn't want to destroy their friendship

a/n: all of my exams are finally over and i already know some of the results (i passed!!) i can't wait to get back into writing, hope you enjoy what i came up with here <3

warnings: angst, cursing

universe: harry potter

A sharp pain shoots through your heart at the words you just heard, but you immediately cover it up by forcing a smile onto your lips. But the way Harry looks at her in that moment, the way he admires her while she has the happiest expression on her face, makes it really difficult for you to pull yourself together.

Harry and you have been best friends ever since your first year in Hogwarts. You were always by each other's side, never leaving the other alone, supporting each other whenever you could. But being this close over several years turned your feelings into something that you should definitely not feel towards your supposedly best friend. You never wanted to admit it but you had to accept the truth. That is, that you are terribly in love with Harry Potter.

And Harry Potter is terribly in love with Cho Chang, the girl he just asked out on a date right in front of you.

This is his moment and you should not be the one to destroy it, especially not because you have some unaddressed and hidden feelings for your best friend. But it takes all of your strength to not intervene in their conversation, trying to support your friend by staying back.

You knew that this moment would come someday. That he would move on. That you would not have confessed your feelings and he would fall in love with another girl, leaving you behind with feelings you should not feel. Cho Chang seems to be this very lucky girl and by what you can observe, she is definitely head over heels for Harry.

And since you have lost all hope - he never saw you in that light anyway - you decide to be happy for him. If someone in this goddamn world deserves to be happy, it is Harry.

But you also know that you need to take care of yourself and need to sort out your feelings in order to finally let him go. So that you are finally able to move on. Without him by your side.

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The door of the greenhouse falls close behind you while you are greeted with the fresh but cold air of another wintery day. The landscape is burried beneath a white blanket, small snowflakes falling from the clouds above you. You take a moment to look up into the sky, the sun peeking through the clouds, warming your skin.

Closing your eyes, you sigh deeply at the pictures that appear in front of you. How Harry and Cho sit in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade, laughing and joking with each other while you stand across the street, watching them through the window.

Pulling your scarf tighter around your neck, you shake off the painful memories and take a few steps towards the castle when you feel a presence nearby, stopping you in your tracks. The next second, Harry stands in front of you, coming from within the building as it appears.

"I was searching for you everywhere!", Harry exclaims, giving you a small and awkward hug as a greeting. The smile he gives you melts your heart but it only takes a few moments until it suddenly vanishes from his lips, his dull eyes meeting yours after realizing where you were coming from. "So, you were with Neville again?"

His question throws you off. You were expecting him to tell you all about Cho and how wonderful and beautiful and just over all amazing she is. But here he is, asking you about Neville Longbottom.

"Yes, we had to finish some work for Professor Sprout and we work faster together", you answer his question truthfully, looking at him to observe any kind of reaction, even though you are not even sure what you wish to see.

"You are.. spending a lot of time with him recently", Harry says, almost whispering, as he puts on a smile that is clearly not real and would maybe fool some people, but most definitely not his best friend.

"I am. We get along really well, I like Neville", you reply, shrugging as you are not entirely sure where this conversation is going. Harry is behaving really really weird but you can't put your finger on it. At the end of your sentence, you notice how his eyes widen for a moment before he apparently regains his posture, clearing his throat.

"Where is Cho anyway?", you beat him to saying the next words, looking at him expectantly. What you did not expect, however, is for his whole body to suddenly slump together, his eyes dripping with sadness.

"It's over. Me and her, it didn't work", Harry utters under his breath, avoiding eye contact with you as he pinches the skin on his fingers.

"W-What? But you.. you looked so happy around her. God, I'm so sorry to hear that Harry", you say quietly, genuinely feeling bad for him. You are actually shocked. After seeing them together, always all over each other, you thought they would get married one day. They seemed so into each other and whenever you saw them, it felt like they were inseparable, adored the other the most. Harry did, that you know, but right now you are not so sure if Cho actually ever felt the same way he did.

"It's fine. It's not your fault, we are just not meant for each other apparently", Harry mentions and it makes you think that he is not really believing his own words. He seems genuinely heartbroken and overall sad. And you hate yourself for feeling that small inkling of hope inside of you, realizing that what you feel for him is not yet completely doomed. However, you want to slap yourself for thinking about this when Harry is obviously feeling miserable and needs his best friend to cheer him up, not his best friend who has hidden feelings for him that he does not know about.

"I- I don't even know what to say, Harry. Are you alright?", you ask, immediately regretting your question. Of course he is not alright after the love of his life rejected him.

"I'm just a bit.. confused. I thought everything was going well between us and then she says these things about me not being genuine about my feelings and then she goes on, saying I'm only ever talking about you and I don't even know what she means by that. Of course I talk about you a lot, you are my best friend, right? Why would I not talk about you?", Harry bursts out, all the emotions flowing out of him and into his words. However, you are not sure if you heard him correctly. "And-"

"Wait, wait. She said you are talking about me too much?", you ask, a bit irritated as well while you cannot ignore the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at these words. He is constantly talking about you. Harry, the boy you love unconditionally, talks about you. And according to Cho Chang, he does that a lot. It takes a moment for you to realize that he is obviously only talking about you on a platonic basis, as his best friend and not his lover.

"Yeah. Is that.. wrong?", Harry asks you back, a questioning look on his face as his eyes switch between yours in search of an answer.

"N-No. I mean, Neville and I talked about you as well just now. But is Cho really that jealous of me?", you let out a small laugh, not really meaning it. But when Harry does not laugh with you, you immediately stop. "She is not, right?"

"Well, I don't really know what to think anymore. She said I'm not genuine about my true feelings because she feels like I'm in love with you, according to how often I talk about you or the way I apparently look at you", he answers, a clear uncertainty in his voice that he tries to hide nevertheless.

It is in that moment that you know that Cho is right. Harry does talk to you and about you a lot, probably not like other best friends do. He certainly does not talk about Hermione this often. And the way he looks at you is different from how he looks at Cho, but you always thought it was because she is the one. Not because you may be the one who is receiving all his affection.

"Y/N? Did I say something wrong?", Harry pulls you out of your thoughts after you zoomed out, trying to collect and order your thoughts. No, it can't be. Cho can't be right about his feelings. Or can she?

"Is it true?", is all you can ask. "What she said, is it true?"

"What? Y/N, are you-"

"I need to know, Harry. I haven't realized it before but now that you say it.. Isn't there the small possibility of her being correct?" You do not even know where all of this is coming from all of a sudden, but this feeling of hope inside of you takes full control over you and you cannot even stop the words from coming out.

"I- I don't know what you want me to say", Harry exclaims, desperation lacing his words. "I didn't think about her words too much. I thought she only searched for a reason to end things.. You are my best friend, Y/N. I can't-"

"Would that be so bad? Would it be so bad if we actually could?", you ask, directly looking at him. You said it and now you cannot take back your words. You just kind of displayed your feelings for your best friend out in the open and now he has all the power over you.

"Y/N.. I don't.. What about our friendship?", Harry says and this is all it takes for you to take the last and final step.

"So you would?"

"I- Of course I would! But we are best friends since first year, Y/N. I don't want to destroy everything we built up, everything we accomplished so far. You know, I think I always felt more for you than friends should but I- I can't let this come between us. I don't want it to come between-"

When your lips touch his in a soft kiss, he finally shuts up after confessing his feelings for you and the kiss is all it takes for all the worries and bad thoughts to disappear. There is only him and you, finally together. Harry slowly deepens the kiss and if you would not know better, you would think his life depends on it. The way he looks at you after breaking the kiss makes your knees weak.

"I would, too", you say, connecting your lips once more.

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an old friend, a new start {remus lupin}

plot: Fourteen years after graduating Hogwarts, you're offered a job to be the new Muggle Music Professor. Funnily enough, your old friend, Remus Lupin, is also offered a new job at Hogwarts that year.

character: remus lupin x female reader

note: this has potential to be multiple parts, if anyone's interested let me know cause i'd like to write more of it xx

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the carriage to look up at the large, looming castle in front of you. Hogwarts. The castle really hadn't changed at all. It was still strikingly beautiful and so intricately built. Dumbledore took a lot of care to maintain Hogwarts and its grounds and it showed. You lifted your trunk off of the ground and made your way through the grounds to the Great Hall.

The last time you were here was fourteen years ago, the day you graduated. How times had changed. When you were last here, you and your friends were carefree and wild, excited to see what life had in store for you. When there had once been six of you, now only half survived. You hadn't spoken to the other surviving members of the Marauders in years, well Sirius had been sent to Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew (and you believed it was also for betraying James and Lily too. You and Remus fell out of contact a year or two after Peter's supposed death and Sirius's imprisonment. Life got in the way and it was too hard. There were too many memories and it was too painful so the two of you lost contact.

You often wondered about Remus. He had been your closest friend once upon a time and at one point, you had been head over heels for him but he never knew that. You would wonder about his life, how he was dealing with his condition, if he ever settled down...

Little did you know you'd be finding out sooner rather than later.

Professor McGonagall welcomed you as you walked into the Great Hall, "Ah, (y/n), dear, how lovely to see you after all these years." She greeted with a warm smile. She remained the same, a few more wrinkles around her warm eyes but she was the same, "Or should I say Professor." She had a twinkle in her eye, "I always did like seeing our students come back to be Professors."

You smiled, "Thank you, Professor," you said gratefully, glad that your first interaction was with a friendly familiar face.

"Oh," she said with a sweep of her hand, "call me Minerva... How does it feel to be back?"

"It feels good to be back actually... A little strange and bittersweet." You told her, looking around, "Their memories haunt me every single day but it's more intense here." Minerva looked around the Great Hall, agreeing, "I remember my first day getting sorted into Gryffindor and sitting beside Lily... She was my first friend here before I met the rest."

Her smile was wide and her eyes were a dazzling bright green colour, clashing yet complimenting her orange hair perfectly, "Here," she said, patting the space on the bench beside her, "sit with me, will you?" You gladly sat beside her as you introduced yourselves to the other, "It's all so exciting isn't it? Overwhelming but it's exciting to be somewhere we all belong."

You shook yourself out of the memory and apologised to Minerva but she tutted and gave you a warm smile, "Don't apologise, dear. Keep those happy memories of them alive, all of them." Even Sirius. Even though he betrayed the Potters' ending up getting them and Peter killed, "Speaking of the past, I do have some potentially upsetting news to tell you. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban recently," you nodded, you'd read all about it. You'd seen his face plastered everywhere, crazed and wild, "James and Lily's son, Harry, he's a third year at Hogwarts... As you know Sirius is the godfather of Harry Potter and we fear that Sirius may try and come to kill the last surviving member of the Potter family."

You nodded as she explained the precautions Hogwarts was taking, "Dementors from Azkaban will be guarding Hogwarts. My honest advice is to stay out of their way, the scary buggers." You laughed slightly, "Just... Be on your highest guard. I've warned Remus too. You two know Sirius better than anyone."

You frowned, "Remus?" You asked, "He's here?"

Minerva looked at you puzzled, "Yes. Sorry, dear, forgive me, I just assumed the two of you would still be in contact."

"No... We haven't seen each other for about a decade actually. It was too painful. Too many painful memories."

Minerva nodded, "Well I hope that him being here and with Sirius on the loose, it may rekindle your friendship once again. The two of you were always the best of friends." You were. You and Remus did everything together, "I don't usually like to gossip on students but seeing as you graduated fourteen years ago, I always did think the two of you would be good together." She smiled, a twinkle in her eye, as you blushed furiously, "Anyway, he's our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Do you want me to show you where your classroom is?"

"Still fifth floor, right?" You asked her to which she nodded, "I think I should be able to find it myself but thank you, Minerva." It would take a while to get used to calling her that, "Once I'm settled, we should catch up some more." Minerva smiled and agreed and then you walked away.

"Professor Lupin's classroom is on the third floor," she called after you. You didn't have to turn around to know that she would be smirking.

Hogwarts was huge with lots of winding staircases that ended up going to different places but it was like muscle memory. Your legs just knew which route to take. Instead of taking the quickest route to your new classroom, you took a bit of a scenic tour, just wanting to soak up everything old and everything new.

The silliest of memories resurfaced as you walked around.

"Look, Moony!" James grinned as Remus approached the two of you, "Padfoot's going to jump down this staircase. He believes he can do it without hurting himself."

Remus looked to you and you just shrugged, "I tried to stop him but it's Sirius, Rem. We'll never be able to control him." (It ended with Sirius spending a night in the hospital).

You turned a corner, finding yourself in front of a painting that you remembered.

You'd just happened across her standing looking at the painting. It was only your second day so you stopped to see if she was okay. "It's crazy," a first year Lily Evans said with a wide smile, "I'm Muggleborn so this is still all quite new to me but it still amazes me that paintings move."

"My dad's a Muggle," you said to Lily, "I kind of had the best of both worlds. I knew about magic but also knew and grew up with a lot of Muggle stuff like Muggle music, I love Muggle music."

"Oh my goodness," Lily grinned, "me too! Who's your favourite?"

"I love The Beatles-"

"No way!" Her smile was contagious, bright and so happy, "Oh (y/n), we're going to be such good friends."

Then you went through a rarely used shortcut through a painting and through a narrow staircase.

Remus coughed, "I suspect this is seldom used given how dusty it is... How did you find out about this secret passageway?"

You laughed, "Rem, I quite genuinely fell through the painting and landed on the stairs. I went up them and they got me to the fourth floor much quicker! Trust the process. Maybe next time we should bring a brush and do a bit of housekeeping?"

After leaving the passageway you wiped your robes down, they had gathered a lot of dust. You wondered whether or not all the other secret passageways and secret rooms you had once hidden in were still accessible and hidden. You'd need to investigate soon. You headed up a spiral staircase and then after a short walk through a hallway, you were standing in front of a classroom which said in large golden painted letters: MUGGLE MUSIC. You smiled and slowly pushed the door open.

"Oh it's brilliant," you said to yourself, clapping with glee after putting your trunk down. It was quite run down, maybe not loved as well as it should've been but getting it back up and running shouldn't be too much of a challenge. You wandered around the classroom, a fresh lick of paint on the walls, some newer instruments and maybe some plants and the classroom would look a lot better. The instruments you had were in relatively good condition but luckily for you, you had plenty of instruments in much better condition in your trunk.

"I learned a new charm!" Sirius grinned, "Check this out." He swung his bag off of his shoulder and began pulling out various textbooks and things alike.

Peter glanced at you, "What's the charm?" He asked sheepishly, "So far you've just made a mess."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Use your head, Wormtail! Look at the size of my bag and look at the amount of books I just pulled out! That's not all-" he stopped talking and then pulled out, "made sure to pack my handy dandy hat stand."

"You stole a bloody hat stand?!" Remus hissed but even he couldn't hide the smile from his face, "Where's it from?"

Sirius winked, "Just borrowing it, Moony... from Slughorn's office. Anyway... who wants to learn the charm?"

That charm was your second favourite thing you learned at Hogwarts, the first was the charm that Lily taught you afterwards to keep your luggage or bag or whatever you were carrying light, never weighing more than a pound. You lay your trunk on one of the tables, opening it taking out the various instruments you'd carefully packed away. You put them in the instruments cupboard, you'd sort it another day, but just now you wanted to go to your room.

Your office was in the room adjacent to the classroom and then in the room attached to that was your living area. A small bedroom complete with a double bed, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and then attached was a small kitchen and a bathroom. Your living space was small but more than enough. Your office was a desk, a chair and a few potted plants. There was a bookshelf with various books, a couch and a couple of tables and empty units. You would put your personal record player in here and also have one in the classroom but you would unpack your personal belongings soon. You sat on the bed as you looked around. You could hardly believe that this was your life now, that you were here once again... not only could you not believe that you were here again but so was Remus.

Remus.

You sat upright. He was already here, you knew he'd be in his classroom unpacking and getting ready for the term ahead. A bubble of nervousness suddenly appeared in your stomach as you stood and looked in the mirror that was on the wall. You looked tired but that was to be expected after a five hour journey. You smoothed out your hair and robes before leaving your classroom.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was on the third floor, you remembered exactly what it had once looked like. It was one of your favourite classes when you were a student, it was just fun learning new things and getting to practice magic.

It was then that you noticed someone familiar walking towards you. Inwardly you groaned but you plastered a smile on your face, "Fancy meeting you here, Severus."

Snape sneered at you, "(y/n)... How delightful." He had aged horribly. The same greasy hair, the same large pointed nose, the same dark beady eyes and the same scowl. It seemed he permanently scowled judging by the wrinkles on his forehead. In school, Snape was awful. He was rude, judgemental, bigoted and a bully. And yes, you would then agree that James and Sirius bullied him too but Severus had called his old best friend, Lily Evans, a mudblood and then acted as though he hated her whilst still pining over her. You just didn't like him and Snape, well, Snape didn't like anybody, "I just ran into the werewolf. Already asking me to concoct potions for his... time of the month." Always a cheap shot to make a joke about Remus's time of the month. It was Sirius's favourite thing to do once upon a time.

You nodded, "That's good of you to do that for him. I'm sure he appreciates it."

Snape looked at you displeased, "Obviously."

"Okay, great seeing you, Sev," you said quickly, needing away from him, "let's catch up soon?"

Snape scoffed, "No thank you."

"Ah," you said, patting his shoulder as you moved past him, "you've not changed at all, Sev. Always a pleasure!" Snape looked pissed off as you scampered past him but let's face it, he always looked pissed. You shuddered as you walked away. Fourteen years later and he still creeped you out.

You could hear chatter approaching and you realised that it was the students returning from their summer holidays, coming back to school. You straightened your robes one final time as you walked down the staircase to meet handfuls of older students who were walking up the stairs. You greeted them happily and most of them gave you at least a smile back. As you continued down the steps you saw-

"James?"

Your heart was in your throat, beating hard, as your stomach dropped. You stopped in the middle of the staircase as a young boy, third or fourth year, walked towards you. At the mention of his father's name, his head snapped to you. It was like looking through a window into the past. His hair was just as dark and just as messy. His grin was just as cheeky. He wore the same full moon glasses but his eyes... those were Lily Evans's eyes. You caught a glimpse of the lightening bolt scar on his forehead.

"Sorry, Harry, right?" You asked forcing yourself to smile, "I'm sorry, you just look so much like your father but-"

"I have my mother's eyes," Harry said with a nod and a smile, "Did you know them Professor...?"

"Oh (y/n). (y/n) (y/l/n). I'm the new Muggle Music Professor," you introduced yourself to him and his two, what you assumed to be, friends, "I was really good friends with your mother and father actually."

Harry's eyes lit up. All that poor boy wanted was to know about his parents, "You were? Professor do you think you could tell me about them?"

You stepped aside to let some other students pass, "Of course. Any time at all. My class is on the fifth floor, feel free to drop by whenever. How about we get settled in today and later this week you could come by? Bring your friends too if you wish," you gave a polite smile to Ron and Hermione, "Professor Lupin was also good friends with your parents, that's where I'm off to just now. To say hello to an old friend." Old friends and new starts.

The girl stuck out her hand which you shook gladly, "Hermione. Hermione Granger and this is Ronald Weasley."

The red haired boy rolled his eyes, "No one calls me Ronald, it's Ron, Hermione."

"All of us are taking Muggle Music actually so we'll be in your class." Hermione told you ignoring Ron.

"Yeah after you forced us to take your boring class-" Ron stopped realising that he was insulting your subject to your face, "I'm sorry, I'm sure it's not boring-" His cheeks turned bright pink, as did the tips of his ears.

You laughed, "That's alright. I assume it probably was boring but that'll change now that I'm here, I assure you, Ron. Anyway, I best let you three go to your Common Room and settle in. Come see me whenever you wish, all of you."

"Professor?" Harry said as you went to walk away, "You said Professor Lupin was a friend of my parents?" You nodded, explaining that you'd all been best friends at their age, "Do you think he would come too and tell me about my parents?"

You smiled, "I think that he'd love that, Harry. I'll say to him and we'll arrange something, alright?" You nodded at them once more before disappearing down the stairs and along the corridor. You hadn't seen Harry since he was a baby and goodness he was James's double just with Lily's eyes. Lily's lovely kind eyes. They'd be so proud. You had been so preoccupied you hadn't realised your feet had already taken you to the DADA classroom until you had stopped outside it and there he was. He was unpacking a box of trinkets onto his desk.

"Rem," you said quietly but his keen ears heard your voice and he stopped.

He raised his head and a wide smile grew on his face, "(y/n)," he said back, just as soft, "What are you doing here?"

"Gone and got myself a job. I'm the new Muggle Music Professor." Remus smiled. He knew about your love for Muggle music. It was something the two of you bonded over since Remus's mother was a Muggle too.

All the nerves you'd had about seeing him again vanished as he welcomed you into his arms. You forgot how tall he was, how he still towered over you. Your head was on his chest as you breathed deeply. He smelled the same; coffee and chocolate. A scent that was so comforting to you, so warm and friendly; he smelled like home. You liked that no matter how much time passed, he was still the same dorky Remus you once knew.

He pulled back, holding you at arms length to drink you in, "You look incredible."

You grinned, thanking him as your cheeks burned furiously. Life had not been kind to him, you could tell from the tattered clothes and the beaten up trunk in the corner. He looked in dire need of a sleep but he was still handsome, a little wearier and gaunt with a few extra wrinkles but those warm, honey brown eyes were the same. His scars were more silvery now, like his hair which was still light brown but had greys scattered amongst. He was still as handsome as you remembered but your heart panged knowing that life hadn't been as kind to him.

"So do you," you said with a smile.

Remus rolled his eyes, "Oh, hush," he laughed, "How have you been?"

You nodded, "Uh, yeah, good... Yeah. You?" Now it was time for the awkwardness to come.

Remus shrugged, "Can't complain now that I'm here."

"I met Snape," you told him after a moment of pregnant pause. You recounted the whole encounter, making Remus laugh loudly at how you ended the conversation.

"Bet he's gone off to dip his cloaks in detergent now that you've touched him."

"Still won't wash his hair though, will he?" You teased making Remus laugh again. That booming loud laughter that you loved to hear when you were sixteen.

When the laughter died down, you said, "Have you seen him yet? Harry, I mean." You sat on one of the tables and Remus sat on the one across from you.

He nodded, "Uncanny, isn't it?"

"I called him James. It was like looking into the past but with-"

"Lily's eyes."

You smiled, "They'd be so proud, wouldn't they?"

Remus sighed fondly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "Oh you know that wherever they are Prongs is bragging all about their Chosen One of a son." You laughed and Remus's smile grew upon hearing your laughter. He'd missed hearing that sound.

"I missed you," he murmured, "I apologise for not being a very good friend."

You shook your head, "I'm sorry too... It was just too painful, Rem. It hurt to see you after... after losing everyone else, after Sirius." Remus nodded, "It still hurts even twelve years later. To see you was to not see them; a constant reminder that they're gone and that we're still here..."

"Survivor's guilt," Remus spoke quietly, "I'd went to therapy when I could afford it... That's what she called it." The two of you were silent for a while before he spoke, "And apparently Sirius is back to kill the last of the Potters'..."

"What happened?" You sighed, "How could he?"

Remus shook his head, "I've been asking myself that since it happened."

You sat up straighter, nudging his knee with your foot, "When I ran into Harry I'd told him that I was close with his parents, said that you were too... He's asked if we could both sit with him and tell him about his parents. The poor boy just wants to know who they were. Would you?"

"Course," Remus said, "Just let me know when and where."

You looked around the classroom. It was still pretty much the same as you remembered it to be just with added decoration on the ceiling, "It's not changed much," your voice was quiet, "it's nice to be back."

Remus stood and extended his hand to you, "Would you like to go do some exploring?"

You took his hand as you grinned, jumping down from the desk, "Oh, I'd love nothing more. Lead the way, Moony!"

And all of a sudden the two of you were sixteen again running around the corridors of Hogwarts keeping your friends in line.

"You're my best friend," Remus said, words slurred from the firewhisky. You were all laying on the floor in the Room of Requirement. James and Sirius were snoring loudly, Peter was hiccupping in a corner and you and Rem were on the floor facing each other, "I fancy you but you're my best friend first and forever." You giggled as he continued, "Don't ever leave me, I'd miss you too much, (y/n)."

As you walked with him, with the memory repeating in your mind, you couldn't help but latch onto his arm, head on his shoulder. His cheeks tinged pink as you did this so casually. Maybe things hadn't changed that much. Maybe things would be like how they once were. "I missed you, Remus... I think good things are in store for us both this year."

Oh please be right.

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butvega · 10 months

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I. 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖆𝖘

𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖆𝖘

esta fanfic se refere à Sirius Black em sua época de maroto, passando-se precisamente em 1977. o ator escolhido para representá-lo é ben barnes, (maravilhoso).

avisos: subjetivo, amassos no dormitório feminino, muito amorzinho.

Escutava passos pelo chão, uma respiração pesada, como se o dito cujo em questão estivesse cansado, corrido uma maratona inteira, talvez. Se não tivesse o sono tão leve, talvez nem percebesse, mas você estava o esperando de fato, só odiava admitir aquilo para si mesma.

Era uma exímia sonserina; destemida, orgulhosa, astuta e determinada. Era um ultraje que seu coração houvesse se amolecido por um infrator, quebrador de regras, petulante e com uma alta síndrome de herói, da Grifinória. Seu coração pertencia à aquele que vivia sob o pseudônimo de Almofadinhas, e era daquela maneira que ele conseguia fugir de uma das torres mais altas de Hogwarts, para adetrar-se nas masmorras, afim de passar a noite inteira beijando-a, longe de olhares duvidosos. Transformando-se de um cão negro como a noite, para um belíssimo e atraente jovem, Sirius Black sorria para você, silencioso ao pé de sua cama.

Você quase ri, animada, levantando-se de seus aposentos para abraçá-lo na pontinha dos pés, devido a diferença de altura.

"Você está louco? Sirius! Narcissa e Bella podem acordar." Murmura você, agarrando o rosto do mais velho. Observa a covinha no queixo, os cabelos grandes e lisos caindo como uma cascata, e moldando o maxilar marcado.

"Que acordem. Elas não iriam dedurar o próprio primo, iriam?" Sorri brincalhão. Você balança a cabeça negativamente, rindo de levinho, ainda sendo embalada por seus braços longos em sua cintura, abraçando-a.

"Claro que iriam. Bella iria adorar te ver em detenção, e Cissa iria reclamar até a própria encarnação, sendo bem específica sobre o quão errado é você estar aqui."

"Pois saiba que eu gosto de correr perigos. Ainda mais se for por você. Linda." Dá um beijinho na ponta de seu nariz, e segue para sua boca em um selinho casto, que lhe deixa avermelhada.

"Está me deixando sem graça. É sua intenção?" salienta maliciosa, quase bailam, ambos de pé na beira da cama, buscando apenas um pretexto para tropeçarem, e se deitarem ali.

"Sim, é minha intenção. Sem graça, e principalmente sem roupa." Você reprime um gritinho quando Sirius te pega pelas coxas, e se deita na cama com cuidado sob seu corpo. Não consegue respondê-lo, ele é mais rápido ao beijá-la com força afim de calar o que provavelmente seria uma advertência divertida de sua parte.

Sirius seria um ótimo sonserino, aliás. Era destemido, mas sua coragem ultrapassava limites, e o dava o brasão de um leão na capa que usava. Ele não temia correr pelas masmorras, deixar os colegas de quarto sozinhos, e esconder-se em cada sombra daquele castelo só para estar ao seu lado. Era fiel aos seus sentimentos. Quando a vira pela primeira vez ao lado de sua prima Narcissa, os olhos brilharam, e o coração bateu mais forte. Se deixou levar por tudo que sentia, e mesmo sendo advertido por seus amigos, o maroto a conquistou. Não era mais um de seus truques, realmente estava apaixonado, a amava, e decidira que faria de tudo por você.

Odiava te ver estudando poções ao lado de Severo -ranhoso- Snape, mas havia prometido a ti que não o incomodaria mais. Era um badboy obediente, e muito, muito apaixonado.

Seu prêmio era estar ali, em seu quarto, rolando entre as cobertas com cheiro de jasmim e morangos, beijando sua boca como se não houvesse amanhã, e bom, se uma de suas primas o achassem ali no dormitório feminino da Sonserina, talvez realmente não houvesse.

"Amo tanto você. Tanto, tanto. Me sinto capaz de matar e morrer por você, eu juro." Diz rouquinho entre o beijo. A boca já se encontra inchadinha, molhada e avermelhada, mas ele não consegue parar. Volta e meia troca as mãos de seu pescoço, para sua cintura, mas sem deixar de amassá-la, e acariciá-la em momento algum. Provavelmente ficaria bem bagunçada depois daquela sessão de amassos.

"Eu te amo, Almofadinhas." Você diz sapeca, e ele sorri ruborizado. Gosta que você use seu apelido daquela maneira, em momentos íntimos e românticos.

"Amanhã a Grifinória joga contra a Sonserina no quadribol... Vai torcer para sua casa, ou 'pro seu namorado, uh? Ainda sonho em olhar para as arquibancadas e te ver gritando meu nome." Sussurra em seu ouvido, enquanto maltrata seu pescoço com beijos lentos, onde usa a língua para acariciar as mesmas áreas que dá mordidinhas leves.

"Vamos fazer um combinado: se a Sonserina ganhar, vou comemorar com minha casa, como deve ser." Ele te escuta atento, um sorriso zombeteiro em seus lábios. "Mas se a Grifinória ganhar, prometo gritar seu nome, mas só quando estivermos a sós, e de preferência nus." termina a proposta, e Sirius quase infarta com a indecência de sua quase sempre tímida, e retraída namorada. O peito se enche, o ego infla ao saber que a tem daquela maneira selvagem só para si. Se sente sortudo.

"Só mais um pouco, e perco as estribeiras. Por mim, te faria minha aqui, e agora, sabia? Consegue sentir?" Hipnotizado, Sirius aperta o quadril contra o seu, e mesmo com as camadas e roupa, consegue sentir a ereção. Você ruboriza, ri fraquinho, e olha para as camas de Cissa, e de Bella.

"Louco. Completamente louco. Como posso dormir em paz sabendo que meu namorado é um pirado?" Ri, tenta se livrar de seu aperto de maneira falha, ele te agarra mais, e se deita na cama abraçando-a por trás, bem humorado.

"Gostaria de poder dormir com você. Deixa?" é manhoso ao beijar suas costas nuas pelo pijama de alcinhas.

"Você sabe que não dá, Sirius." — você murmura de olhos fechados, quase um gemido, aproveitando a sensação dos beijos. "As meninas, elas..."

Você ao menos consegue terminar de falar. A chuva lá fora, o cheirinho de terra molhada, todo aquele clima primaveril acolhendo seus corpos fulminantes.

"As meninas...?" maroto desgraçado. "Deixa seu almofadinhas ficar, deixa? Quero dormir agarradinho com você."

Você iria ceder, sabe que iria. Sopra o ar pelos lábios meio abertos quando sente um chupão em seu pescoço, seguido de um aperto forte em sua região pélvica, grudando seus corpos. O calor, as respirações descompassadas, você sabia que iria ceder, então se deixa levar. Bem, quase.

"Eu não acredito nisso... Sirius?! Seu cão pulguento! Sirius!" São os sussurros exacerbados de uma Narcissa de pijama, e bobs no cabelo muito, muito estressada. "Isso só pode ser brincadeira! Se Bella te pega aqui ela vai correr para o Slughorn, seu imbecil inconsequente! Se manda, Almofadinhas, anda!"

Sirius é basicamente expulso do dormitório de vocês a base de travesseiradas dadas por uma Narcissa sonolenta. Vocês, ainda rindo do desespero da prima/melhor amiga, se abraçam rapidamente, e se beijam de levinho só para se despedirem. Não seria desta vez que Sirius conseguiria dormir com você.

A noite termina com você e Narcissa rindo baixinho de toda a situação, para que Bella não acordasse. Você no colo dela, enquanto ela mexia em seu cabelo, e escutava seus lamentos apaixonados, sobre o quão louca por seu primo estava. Enquanto Sirius bailava pelos corredores por de baixo da capa da invisibilidade de James Potter, seu amigo Pontas, com o coração pulando, e um enorme sorriso no rosto. Sintomas de quem estava amando.

um pouco diferente do que estão acostumados, né? mas como disse, revi a saga inteira esses dias, e tô bem obcecada ♡

#sirius black #os marotos #harry potter #slytherin #gryffindor #sonserina #grifinoria #sirius black pt br #sirius black smut #sirius black soft #ben barnes #padfoot #the marauders

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potterharryloves · 4 months

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#harry potter #harrypotter #jk rowling #hp #hogwarts #animais fantásticos e os segredos de dumbledore #animais fantásticos #fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beasts #dumbledore #alvo percival wulfrico brian dumbledore #jude law

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userdagiva · 1 year

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siennafrxst · 1 year

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↳ forbidden love 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

synopsis: draco and y/n used to be friends at a young age, until draco’s father found out that y/n was a muggle born. he instantly forbid them to ever see each other again, and the only thing draco could do was oblige. until year 1 of hogwarts started, and the prior childhood friends managed to resolve things between them (without the knowledge of lucius). and here comes year 6, where draco gets his dark mark, and his friendship with y/n is affected because of it. they try to talk things out, which results into the release of many emotions that were previously hidden.

pairing: draco malfoy x female muggle gryffindor reader

universe: harry potter

cw: angst

word count: 930 words

"Dang it, Draco. We've known each other for more than half of our lives already, and you still can't fully open up to me?" Y/N exclaimed at him.

Draco and Y/N were currently hidden in one of the more unknown hallways of the enormous black castle, their loud voices echoing against the walls of the stone walls. They have never fought like this before, which was scary for Y/N. She wasn’t sure how to react to the situation—to him.

"It's not that easy, alright? Things have changed about me—about us. It's different compared to 10 years ago," Draco exclaimed back.

She paused for a while, pondering about what he had said. The words lingered in her head as she questioned her thoughts. Things have changed... they weren't as innocent as they once were. Not as playful, bliss, or clueless in life's mysteries. They had matured—grown up. But how does that explain his hesitance in trusting her?

There was a moment of absolute silence. Deep in her own thoughts, Y/N inhaled deeply, breaking the tension. "Please, Draco... You know you could always tell me anything," she confessed sincerely.

"No, not this time. You wouldn't understand," he argued, his eyes trailing to the floor, unable to maintain eye contact with her.

"Draco..." she called out to him again.

"No, Y/N, I can't do that to you," he insisted, not taking his eyes off the floor. She couldn't know... he just couldn't bear to burden her or to see her reaction. It would only ruin their friendship.

And then, she blurt it out.

"I-I love you, okay? Please, talk to me," she confesses, her voice now starting to break.

Taken aback, Draco’s eyes immediately shot up towards hers. "No no no- you can't love me. I'm a horrible, horrible person.”

"Draco, that's not true," she said, taking a step towards him.

"Oh, but it is." And that was when he pulled his sleeve up, revealing his dark mark engraved on his arm.

Y/N gasped softly, putting her hands over her mouth. She finally let the tears she had been holding back stream down her cheeks. Of course, it all made sense now—Harry’s suspicion was right. All the missing pieces to the puzzle had been found and completed. After all this time, under all the lies and cover ups, Draco was still under the control of the vile expectations from his parents. And the fact that he was dealing with it all alone… he felt the need to hide it from her.

With no hesitation, she immediately rushed towards the blond and wrapped him in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry, Draco… I had no idea.”

He glared at her carefully, standing perfectly still. Out of all the scenarios he had played out through his head, Y/N hugging him and apologizing was certainly not one of them.

"I still love you, you know?" she whispered softly against his chest.

"You really shouldn't though. But if it means anything, I love you too," he said, hugging her back.

They both smiled in each other's arms. They were never exactly the physical type, but this one, simple yet everlasting hug held a lot of significance. Maybe it wasn’t too late to fix things between them.

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As Y/N entered the Gryffindor Common Room, she spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione waiting for her with worry on their faces.

“Where have you been? We were worried as hell,” Ron complained, his ginger eyebrows creasing in distress.

"Sorry guys, but I was with Draco," Y/N informed them truthfully.

"Wait, why?" Hermione questioned, slightly surprised. To be fair, at this point, if Y/N wasn’t with the Golden Trio, she was probably with Draco.

"We had some problems, so I went up to him to ask why," she explained to them.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Harry in curiosity.

"He said that he had changed, and I kept asking him but he didn't tell me. So then, I told him that I love him and he-" Y/N was cut off.

"You told him that you loved him? Bloody hell, Y/N, I never knew that you loved him." said Ron, giving her a certain look. His eyebrows practically wiggled at her, a playful smirk now plastered on his face.

Y/N noticed his odd expressions and gestures, shaking her head in disagreement. “What? Noo, I didn't mean I love him in a romantic way. I meant in a friendly way,” Y/N reassured them.

They all glared at her with confuddled expressions written all over their faces.

"Well, what was his response?" asked Harry.

Y/N hesitated for a while, knowing how they would react. "He finally told me why he was acting differently, and he told me that he loved me back," she mumbled, looking down.

"He what?" repeated Ron, almost seeming to smile.

"But, it's in a friendly way," Y/N repeated.

"But—this is Malfoy we're talking about. What if he got the wrong idea? And what if he loves you but—in a different way," said Hermione, looking at her.

Y/N reflected on Hermione’s comment, taking it into account. The worst part was that the possibility of her statement being true wasn’t far off. Knowing Draco, he could have misinterpreted the meaning of her words and his response might have just been a spur of the moment thing.

She shook her absurd trail of thoughts, finally responding to Hermione. "No, of course not. Besides, he's with Pansy," Y/N replied, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.

I got lazy halfway through writing this, sorry guys. 😭

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xcinnamon-girlx · 7 months

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Tu eres el recuerdo que uso para invocar a mi patronus, eres mi horocrux, el olor de mi amortentia, mi deseo en el espejo de oesed .

#harry potter #potterhead #wizarding world #patronus #horocrux #amortentia #osed #frases #texto de amor

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tastaturean · 1 month

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#harry potter #hermione granger #viktor krum #Basado en fotogramas reales #Ya van dos que pillo a Hermione en poses comprometedoras #¿Os acordáis del momentazo con Crabbe en el despacho de Umbridge?#Me inspiró un shippeo

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starryrock · 1 year

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The reason plots like Harry Potter couldn’t happen in Twisted-Wonderland is because the world decided that separating mages from nonmages was lame and also probably wayyyy more work than it was worth.

Also the people of TWST aren’t aggressively derogatory towards people who are part-nonhuman or beings that are an entirely different species (beastmen, merfolk, fae except that one war, etc). Grim’s treatment is an outlier because to them, he’s basically if a raccoon somehow got into the school and, in general, he is a menace.

I never read a single HP book btw and everything I know is from crossover fics, those maybe 3 movies I watched, and pop culture osmosis.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst analysis #I could explain more and in more detail #but I don’t know if people will read this if I make it too long #ディズニーツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステ #should I tag hp????#yeah why not #harry potter #apologies in advance #i know this is gonna make some people angry #but also liiiiiikkeee…. Crowley isn’t sorting literal 10 y/os who are v impressionable #and they go to Normal Schools

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vogelmeister · 1 year

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i am SO lucky I didn’t get avada kedavra on my year 12 jersey

#basically in year 12 (final year of high school) you get a seniors jacket or jersey and some schools allow you to put a name on it #half the time its your surname but #sometimes you get nicknames and my school allowed that #I actually got vogelmeister! but with my name being ava and all and uhh my Harry Potter phase being recent #I almost got AVAda kedavra #and obviously with it being known that jk rowling is shitty im glad I went with Vogelmeister #anyways #also my friend pointed out that it’s basically the killing spell which os awkward for ur jersey nickname

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hazzypisce · 1 year

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Gosto musical dos marotos+companhia!!!

Comecei a fazer isso no meio da aula ano passado e agora passei a limpo e a fonte são as vozes da minha cabeça.

#marotos rp #marotos #harry potter #os marotos #the marauders #music #música

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bobopinejay · 1 year

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Redemption Arcs are like Marijuana for my Soul

Is it just me, but it's never very satisfying for me when fics sort of gloss over Draco's redemption post-war. When Harry and the gang sort of just forgive him for nothing and they all agree to let bygones be bygones and how oh we were all child soldiers puppeteered by men more powerful than us, so let's just all blame them and go on without any animosity,

I can't buy it.

Cause these people just went through an all-out war, and you're telling me they don't feel a single ounce of resentment against Draco for not making better choices? For believing in the blood supremacy ideology that got people killed and tortured? Not to even mention the bullying.

Like, Draco was a shitty person, but what made his character so interesting to me is that I genuinely see room for growth in him. Because of the very fact that yes, he WAS puppeteered by adults more powerful than him, and he WAS an unwilling child soldier caught up in things he really didn't know the first thing about. But, that will never excuse his actions.

He was thrust into a position where his family could die and he had to make do with the choices he had. It made him re-evaluate everything his family stood for, and mind you, his family isn't JUST any family, is it? It's a legacy. Generations of twisted ideals and pride and ego, all on the shoulders of this one boy who is starting to realize that everything he'd ever been taught, was a lie.

Which is why I love Draco redemption stories. I like it when he has to really work hard at himself into becoming a better person. I love the way the people around him start to see that he's a changed man and gives him a second chance. I love the way Harry slowly falls in love with this new, amazing, kind, snarky, funny man he never had the pleasure to know before, and then he'll wonder, very briefly, if this was the boy behind that handshake the whole time.

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #thank you for coming to my ted talk #just my opinion DONT GO OFF ON ME OI #i am but a simple teenager wasting my time on fanfics instead os studying

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alloftheimaginesblog · 9 months

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an old friend, a new start part ii {remus lupin}

in this chapter: you and remus rekindle your friendship.

character: remus lupin x female reader

note: 6k words

PART ONE

It was surprising how easy it was, how normal it was to be here again and be with him. Remus had always made things easy, he made people feel comfortable it's why you already knew he was a good professor. He was exactly the right kind of soft that students would respond well to.

The first thing you did was give Remus a tour of your classroom, "It's not set up yet but can you imagine the vision?" You said after giving him an in depth explanation of everything you wanted to do with it. Remus smiled at your passion. You had always had this passion for music ever since you were a teenager, always singing and playing music for the group, introducing them to your favourite bands and songs. Remus missed that; he missed your music.

"First lesson, we're delving into the different periods of music and I'm going to introduce them to the Beatles."

Remus laughed, "Remember when you first brought the Beatles into Sirius's life?" You grinned at the memory.

"What's that?" Sirius frowned, hearing the music you were playing from the turntable, "Is that music? Is this some Muggle invention?"

"It's called a record player," Remus told him, "It's (y/n)'s. Plays music."

"Is that circle thing music?"

You laughed, "Yeah, that's a record. It has music in the grooves." You stopped the music to take the disk off to show him. Sirius pawed it carefully not wanting to break it.

"Muggles are pretty magic too, you know," he said, "Play it, will you?"

You set it back up, turning the volume up for Sirius to hear it. He was silent for three songs. You and Remus made eye contact, stifling your laughter, "What's this band called?" Sirius asked eventually.

"The Beatles. Band with 4 men in it; Paul, John, George and Ringo... What do you think?"

"I think... I love it..."

And from there developed Sirius's new personality. It wasn't long before he was screaming out the lyrics to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds as he danced around the common room.

"It became his personality for a few weeks, didn't it?" You and Remus shared a laugh, "Remember McGonagall put a silence charm on him so she could get through half a lesson without him singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand."

Remus's smile was wide, reaching his eyes making them light up, aglow with delight. You could tell that rarely happened anymore. You loved to see it. He looked five years younger when he smiled, not that he was particularly old as you were both in your early thirties but... he was tired.

It was then a clock chimed on the wall of your classroom. The two of you looked to it, "Oh, shall we head to the Great Hall?" You asked him, "Dinner will be served shortly." So the two of you walked to the Great Hall together, pointing at things on your way.

"Remember when we hid in that cupboard to watch Lily and James have their first kiss."

"That's the classroom used for the first time we all had detention together."

"Oh god, they've still never gotten rid of that god awful painting-" "Hey!" The painting yelled at you which made you give a sheepish, "Sorry" as Rem laughed behind you.

You found the Great Hall, it was indeed like riding a bike, you never really forgot how to get places and the more you explored, the more you remembered. Minerva smiled widely upon seeing you both laughing as you walked into the hall. She gestured to two seats beside Snape as the children began to funnel into the hall. It was then you noticed someone.

"Hagrid?" You beamed, "It is you!"

The giant, who had been attempting to sit on the far too small seat, straightened and looked at you, "(y/n)!" Hagrid grinned, clapping you on the shoulder, "Bloody hell, been a while, hasn' it? And Remus!"

Hagrid's giant hand took Remus's and shook it gladly as Remus smiled and said, "Hello, old friend."

"Look at you both. Are you Professors now?" You both nodded, "If only they could see the pair o' you now, eh?" He sniffed and you realised his eyes were watery and glassy looking. Hagrid was always one to get a little emotional.

You smiled sadly, patting his forearm, "Harry's just like James, isn't he?"

Hagrid nodded, looking out to find Harry in the crowd, "Love 'im," Hagrid sniffed again, pulling a large handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing at his eyes, "love 'im as though he was my own." It would be later from Harry you'd find out that Hagrid helped to look after him, always offering a friendly face and advice, always looking out for him. Hagrid had done the same for you, Remus, James, Sirius and Peter (and then Lily). Always welcomed you into his cottage for tea and to look at his newest creature. Hagrid was always there for you and you appreciated that he was always there for Harry too.

Remus patted his arm this time and the two of you moved around him to go sit down beside Snape as Dumbledore had stepped up to address the school. He gave you both a smile and a small nod of his head in greeting. Snape's frown deepened when you and Remus sat beside him which made you stifle a laugh, "Hey, Sev."

Severus scoffed.

After the sorting, Albus introduced you and Remus as the new Professors making you both stand up and give a little wave. You could see Harry, Ron and Hermione smiling as they clapped. You were excited to get to know all about James's boy. You just knew that if James were here, god he would be so proud of his son. He would be bragging to everyone he met and Lily would watch him amused. If Lily could see him, if Lily could hold him, your heart panged and you felt tears burn at your eyes. It broke your heart knowing that Harry would never know how much they both adored him. You remembered the day you first met Harry Potter.

James had answered the door, bags under his eyes but grinning widely, "He's upstairs with Lils," he told you and Remus, "Padfoot's already there." As you walked up the stairs to see the baby, you could hear Padfoot's coos and babbles to the day old baby, "He's taken to him like a mermaid to water."

You rounded the corner, turning into the nursery, and there they were. Lily's hair was tied up, she too looked exhausted but couldn't stop smiling and Sirius, bless him, Sirius was there with the biggest smile which only got wider when he saw the three of you.

"Look, Moony," Sirius beamed, "Ghost, look!" He used your Animagus name. You took form of a white wolf who was rather good at hiding and staying quiet, hence adopting the name Ghost from your peers, "He's real!"

"(y/n)," Lily said with a proud smile, "Remus, meet Harry. Harry James Potter."

"Can I?" You asked softly, reaching your arms out. Lily nodded and she helped you bundle the warm, tiny baby boy into your arms, "Oh my god," you whispered, laughing incredulously as Harry blinked up at you with big eyes. You could've stayed there all day with him in your arms, "Oh, guys," you said, eyes flooding with tears as you looked between James and Lily, "he's perfect."

You found yourself walking over to Remus, "Look at him, Rem." Remus's face softened, instantly under the young Harry's spell and you carefully handed him over to Remus. Your smile only widened as you watched Remus cradle him. Remus smiled up at you for a few seconds, a dazed silly smile on his face, before your attentions turned back to Harry.

Remus nudged you, noticing your watery eyes, "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

You nodded quickly, "Just thinking," you told him before you both dug into the feast that appeared before you.

Over the next few weeks, you settled quickly into your new role as a Professor. You, with the help of Remus after hours, had done up your classroom. Remus had painted the walls as you made a better display area for your Muggle instruments and you set up your record player and all of the records in a nice cabinet. Classes were going well, you were slowly beginning to get your class more and more interested in Muggle Music even Ron Weasley seemed to be more interested once he'd heard some of the music that Muggles made.

It was on the second week of term that Harry Potter asked you and Lupin if he could chat to the two of you about his parents. You'd both agreed and set a time and place. At three o'clock that following Tuesday, Harry knocked on your office door. Remus was already there with you.

"Come in, Harry," Remus smiled warmly. God, his voice was like honey, sweet and warm.

You poured some tea for the three of you and laid out some biscuits. Harry chewed on a biscuit with a slight frown, "Where do you want to start?" You asked him, "Do you have any questions-"

"How did you meet my parents? Sorry, I- I have a lot of questions." His cheeks tinged pink and you shook your head with a smile.

"We have all the time in the world, Harry, don't worry. Any questions you have, we'll answer." You glanced over at Remus who nodded and you began to tell the story of how you first met his parents.

The train was already packed full of Hogwarts students. You nervously checked in each train compartment and got a lot of blank looks from students who looked much older than you. You searched for what felt like forever until you came across a carriage with a nervous looking young boy in it.

"Hi," you said with a nervous smile as you opened the door, "Are you a first year too?" He nodded, "Can I sit with you? All the other carriages are full and I-" his nod cut your babble off."

"As you can tell by Professor (y/l/n)'s first impression of me, I was a rather shy, isolated young boy," Remus said, cutting into your conversation, "it was your dad who brought me out of my shell."

Harry smiled.

You were sitting in silence, the boy didn't want to talk at all so you stayed quiet. After a few minutes, the door slid open and a boy with long dark hair strode in with a boy with circle glasses, "I'm Sirius," he said with a curt nod, "you first years too yeah?"

You nodded as you introduced yourself. Sirius glanced at the quiet boy who sat in the corner, "What's your name?" He asked. The boy ducked his head, "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Sirius," the boy with circle glasses scolded. They'd only just met and yet they acted like they'd been friends for years, "Sorry about him. I'm James. James Potter." James stuck his hand out to the quiet boy who eyed him for a minute before straightening and accepting his handshake.

"Remus," he said, "Remus Lupin."

James grinned and Sirius quickly moved on, "What house are you all hoping to be in?"

You shrugged, "I'm Muggleborn so I don't really know anything about Hogwarts or magic or anything like that."

Sirius ran through the four houses giving a quick breakdown of them all, "Slytherin's got the reputation for being full of evil witches and wizards... Speaking of, my whole family have been in Slytherin."

"Blimey," said James, "and I thought you seemed all right!" You and Remus laughed at what James had said.

Sirius grinned, "Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James lifted an invisible sword, "Gryffindor," he said loudly, "where dwell the brave at heart! Like my dad."

Harry's face stretched into an amazed grin, "So my grandfather was a Gryffindor too?"

Remus smiled, "From then, we were inseparable. I met another boy in a class of mine, Peter, and he joined us."

You told Harry of meeting his mother after you were sorted into Gryffindor, "She was always so kind," you told him, "to everyone... except your father at first." Remus laughed, "James immediately fancied Lily and we had to put with him trying to get her attention for years."

"Did she not like him at first then?" The thought made Harry laugh, "What did she do?"

Remus spoke up, "He would always try and impress her, shout to her in public or in class. He was always very brave, your father. Lily would usually roll her eyes and shoot back from sarcastic comment to him."

"He always made us sit close to her and her group of friends at dinner and breakfast," you told him, "and she always liked us, she liked me and Rem, Peter, she even liked Sirius and sometimes Sirius could be hard to swallow but it took a long time for her to warm up to James."

"When was it they got together?" Harry asked curiously.

"Seventh year," Remus said, "your dad had quite a big ego, I'm sorry to say, but in his seventh year he really sorted himself out."

"Became Head Boy," you smiled, "I still think he was doing it to prove his worth to Lily-"

"And it worked?" Harry grinned.

Remus laughed, "Oh it worked. When Lily saw that he had matured, even just slightly, she fell for him. She was Head Girl too so had to spend quite a bit of time with him and it wasn't long before we watched them share their first kiss."

Harry laughed, "What were they like together?"

Your smile was wide as you remembered, "It was like they'd been together forever. They laughed a lot and always had so much fun. Lily was always keeping him in line. And god, once the two of them started dating, they were always kissing much to Sev's displeasure."

Harry frowned and you realised you might have said too much, "Sev? As in Severus? Severus Snape?"

"Unfortunately," Remus nodded, "your father and him didn't get on well at all."

"No wonder," Harry scoffed, "but what did you mean 'much to Sev's displeasure'?"

"Your mother had been friends with Severus, even before Hogwarts, they lived close by and they were friendly." You laughed at Harry yelling 'what?!', "Yes. There was a sort of rivalry with your dad and Snape. He liked your mum-"

"Tell me she didn't go out with him."

Remus chuckled, "No, no, she was his friend until he said some rather unpleasant things to her about her blood type." Harry knew the slur, Malfoy had called Hermione it before, "She wasn't friends with him after that. He never apologised and she turned her back on him but he always had a soft spot for her."

"Maybe that's why Snape hates me," Harry said with a frown, "he's always acted as though I'm the worst student in the world... He hated my dad and was jealous of him."

You shrugged, "Maybe yeah but Sev just hates everyone, Harry... Oh, I have a photo album!" You remembered and you hurried to your office and your adjoined room to dig through your books to find the brown leather book.

When you brought it back through, Harry was excited. He looked through the pictures, soaking each one in. You pointed out you, Remus, Peter and Sirius. He didn't need help pointing out his dad and mum.

"I really do look like him, don't I?" He laughed, "People tell me but he's around my age and... wow. And my mum! Her eyes!"

Tears filled your eyes and Remus's hand stretched across the table to take yours. You looked at Rem with a watery eyed smile which he returned, "Oh, I'm being silly," you said as Harry asked if you were okay, "I haven't seen these photos in years."

Harry looked at a picture of you and Remus where you were laughing together and then he looked at your joined hands, "Professors, this might be too invasive but... are you two together?"

Your eyes widened and heart skipped a beat and Remus's hand suddenly left yours. Remus answered with a laugh and a shake of his head, "Just friends, Harry, just friends." His answer left you feeling a little crestfallen. Were your old feelings for Remus beginning to stir again?

Harry shrugged before returning to the pictures. Your mind whirred. You'd seen the picture of you and Remus as you laughed, not knowing that Sirius had taken the picture until afterwards. You were both so happy, you'd always been so happy with Remus. James had tried to make you tell him but you were so scared that you'd ruin the friendship so it was your second best kept secret, first being Remus's furry friend.

"What were their laughs like?" Harry's question snapped you out of your trance.

You heart panged at his question, "Lily's was very musical," you said with a smile, "happy. But when she was with your dad, he made her belly laugh like no other. Her laughter was loud with him, she'd even snort during it sometimes."

Remus's eyes were glazed over as he remembered James's, "James laughed and you knew you were in for something, usually trouble but he had a laugh that would make you laugh as well no matter the trouble that he was about to get you in."

You looked outside realising that darkness had fallen, "Merlin's beard, look at the time! Dinner will be starting in fifteen minutes, we better go."

Harry looked disappointed, "Fret not, Harry," Remus said clapping his shoulder gently, "we'll happily answer any more questions you have or tell you stories or whatever later, okay?" Harry nodded, thanking you both before Remus sent him on his way.

You exhaled a long breath, "He's so like them both isn't he? Sweet like Lily with a hint of James's confidence."

Remus smiled warmly and agreed before telling you that he was going for dinner, "You coming?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'll put this away then I'll come." Remus told you that he'd wait. You took your photo album and moved to your office. With a breath, you opened the book to look at the photo of you and Remus again. You looked at the way Remus smiled at you, eyes happy. Did you love him?

Remus called on you, "Are you alright?"

Clearing your throat, you closed the photo album, put it down before going back out to meet him forcing a smile.

The following week was Remus's time of the month. Severus begrudgingly was in charge of making the Wolfsbane for him to drink each day of the week before the full moon. He had asked you to cover a couple of his classes. The week leading up to his transformation was always taxing on poor Remus. He grew sick and lethargic. He managed to do his Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday classes but for the rest of the week, he couldn't manage to get out of his bed. Severus had taken his Thursday classes and you were covering Friday classes. You would bring Remus breakfast and dinner each day, he would hardly eat it but you brought it regardless.

The week passed slowly, you were finding that you missed his presence more and more, craving his conversations and his smiles. Once Friday was gone, he would be fine again. You just had to make it Friday.

On Monday, Harry, Hermione and Ron stayed back after Muggle Music to ask what was wrong with Professor Lupin, "Just a bug," you said with a dismissive shake of your head, "Harry, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until he's back on his feet before we have another little chat, alright?" Harry nodded, fine with that.

On Tuesday, you introduced your class to The Beatles. The different reactions were pretty funny. A few, like Hermione, were already aware but for those like Ron, his jaw dropped and he made you turn it up, "And they're Muggles?!" He said incredulously, "Bloody hell, they're alright aren't they?"

On Wednesday, you met with Minerva in her office for some tea, "How is Remus, dear?" She asked.

"Suffering," you said with a grimace, "not eating much but that's not unusual for the week before. It's usually the week afterwards that he really gorges on food. The potion that Severus is making is good, it means he'll keep his mind for his transformation."

Minerva pursed her lips, "Will you go and visit him when he's transformed?" She eyed you curiously, "As your wolf self?"

Your jaw dropped, "You know?!"

She sipped at her tea with a twinkle in her eyes, "Oh my dear, an Animagus always knows another. Just like I knew Mr Potter, Mr Black and Mr Pettigrew were all the same."

Your hand covered your mouth as your cheeks burned, "Oh my god, I can't believe you knew all this time! We thought we were so sly and- you knew the whole time?"

Minerva gave a comical roll of the eyes, "It really wasn't so hard to notice especially when James had the Mandrake leaf in his mouth for a month. The boy's face was permanently disgusted and I knew that feeling all too well."

"Does Dumbledore know?"

Minerva nodded.

"Why did you never stop us? Send us to Azkaban?"

The much older Professor sighed, "Because once I realised what you were all doing, I went to Dumbledore immediately. Of course I knew about Remus and his condition but it was Dumbledore who realised what you were all up to. You were transforming to make his transformation easier for him, keeping him in line and making sure he knew he had friends there looking out for him." She smiled, "Dumbledore would never send any of you to Azkaban for merely looking out for your friend. He was rather proud of you all though he would never dare tell Mr Potter, the size of his ego back then was already huge, could you imagine?"

You laughed loudly, "Oh yeah, James would've never shut up about that if he knew... I can't believe you both knew this whole time. Well, thank you... I probably will go and see him during his transformation, it always helped and even though he keeps his mind I think he might quite like a reminder of a friend. He's a lonely man."

McGonagall eyed you before speaking, "I don't know if you'll remember but I do. In your third year, I was teaching you all about Animagus's after Sirius had queried it. I told you that your Animagus form takes a lot of inspiration from who you are as a person and those you love dearly. Remus is a werewolf, you are a wolf, are you not?" You nodded, "What do you think that means?"

You swallowed feeling rather small in the red armchair that you were sat in, "I... I don't know what you mean." You couldn't hold her gaze. She pursed her lips and stayed silent waiting for you to come to the conclusion yourself. You already knew the answer. You loved him, "I think we both know, Minerva."

She smiled knowingly, "Yes, I suppose we do, don't we? Forgive me for prying, why did the two of you lose contact?"

"It was all too painful," you said with a frown, "After losing James and Lily, losing Peter and having Sirius to blame, it felt awful seeing Remus with that constant reminder hanging over us. We went from seeing each other every day to every other day to once a week... once a month... once every six months to nothing... It's been good getting back here and seeing him again. It's like things never changed between us. A coincidence but a great one."

Minerva placed her teacup down, "My dear, I believe in no such thing as coincidence. I think it was fate."

On Friday, you were taking Remus's morning and afternoon class. He had written down his plans for the week so you were merely following that though when you started, Hermione's hand shot straight up into the air.

"Professor (y/l/n)?" She asked with a curious expression, "With Professor Snape yesterday we were covering werewolves instead of this."

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried your hardest to keep your face neutral, "Oh really?" You shrugged, "He must've read Professor Lupin's plans for the week wrong." You could tell that Hermione wasn't buying it but you carried on, trying not to let it show that what she'd said had rattled you. Was Severus trying to expose Remus's condition to the class? You managed to get through the rest of the afternoon lesson and as soon as you had dismissed the class, you were storming your way to the Potions classroom.

Professor Snape was teaching his first years but you didn't care. You had to speak to him then and there. You knocked loudly on the door and gave a sickly sweet smile, "Professor Snape, can I speak to you privately outside? Won't be a minute."

Snape frowned and told his class to continue reading. He followed you outside, closing the door behind him. You strode across the hall, throwing his office door open and storming inside, "Oh please do come into my office," Snape muttered sarcastically.

Once he'd shut the door you'd rounded on him, "What the bloody hell are you playing at?!"

He raised his eyebrows, "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, bored.

"Teaching them about werewolves? Remus had left his lesson plan for the week on the table and-" you pointed to Snape's desk, "he left you one here. No mention of werewolves, eh, Sev?"

Severus rolled his eyes, "Must have been my mistake," he drawled.

"Bullshit!" You hissed, "You're trying to get him exposed, aren't you? You want him out."

"And what if I do?!" Snape snapped suddenly, "A school is no place for a monster."

"And yet they let you come back?!" You fake gasped, "You've never changed, Snape. Still a rotten, twisted bully."

This angered him, "Me?!" He spluttered, "A bully?! Your beloved friends James and Sirius were the bullies-"

"James never called her a Mudblood though, did he?" Your final blow rendered Severus speechless, "Never treated her like shit, did he? You did and you have to live with the reality that she never loved you - she loved him." You were breathing hard, knowing that you'd overstepped many lines here but you were past caring. Severus's lips were pressed tightly together in a straight line.

With one last glare, you began to leave his office when Severus said quietly, "He won't dare be with you, you know... He's a coward, he'll push you away. Doesn't matter if he does love you or not. He'll never admit to it. He'd rather be alone than be with you." You ignored him and slammed the door behind you but as you hurriedly rushed back to your office, you found tears burning at your eyes... He knew that Severus Snape was telling the truth.

When night fell, you went to Remus's classroom. He had made his way out of his room and was currently taking his last of the Wolfsbane Potion, "What you doing here?" He asked wincing at the foul taste.

"When was the last time your transformed with another furry friend?"

He blinked, surprised at your response, "You're going to stay with me?"

"Yeah. I'll transform once yours starts and I'll stay with you. You always did say it helped you."

"I have the potions now, they let me keep my mind so I'll be myself in my mind. You don't have to-"

"I know," your voice was soft like silk, "but I want to." Remus breathed in deeply, finding that his heart felt rather full.

You helped him lock the door with various protection spells. Neither of you spoke much, you knew how drained he was so instead you just kept him company until the moon began to shine through the windows. You could remember the first time you saw Remus transform and unlike James, who'd been rather disturbed by the cracking bones and elongated limbs, you were fascinated. You watched as he transformed, claws growing, fangs protruding, tufts of hair sprouting all over his face and body as his clothes tore and ripped off.

You closed your eyes, focusing, and then you yourself transformed into your Animagus form. You took the form of your white wolf and waited for Remus to fully transform. When he did, he looked around, golden eyes meeting yours and he gave a low growl. You stayed, unmoving, as you waited for Remus to take over control. He crouched low, growl growing louder. He blinked, gave a shake of his head and his body relaxed. You padded over to him as he lay down, pulling a blanket from his desk and covering him. When in his normal mind, he would sleep and wait for the night to be over. You curled next to him, fluffy head resting on his werewolf's arm, tickling at his neck. There you both remained until day broke.

You woke up early, feeling him transform back to human under your head. You transformed back, pulling the blanket over him. He stirred at the touch. Neither of you spoke but once Remus was fully awake, he realised that he was naked beneath the blanket, "Shut your eyes, will you?" He asked groggily.

You complied and you could hear him get up and go into his office. He called that you could open them so you did, stretching out your muscles. He appeared a few minutes later dressed in brown slacks and a grey button down shirt, the top two buttons left undone. He sat down beside you again, "Thank you for staying with me last night."

You gave him a small, sad smile as you scooted closer, wiping his hair from his face. He was so exhausted, so worn-out... Your heart panged for him, "You look so tired, Rem," your voice was but a whisper, "so tired."

Remus breathed in deeply, overcome with emotion. He loved you. He knew that, he always had and with you being back in Hogwarts and back in his life well that just proved it, didn't it? Where you had touched left his face feeling hot. He swallowed. This was it. This was the moment. The moment to push you away or let you in. God, Remus wanted to let you in, he wanted to kiss you, wanted to hold you, wanted to finally feel you. After all this time and he was still like putty in his hands, ready to do anything you asked of him... But there was something inside him, a dark mass that stretched out poisoning his mind with the darkness. You were his friend, that was all. There was no way that you could love him back. You were out of his league, you pitied him. And then all of a sudden his face changed, contorting to one of anger and he pulled back sharply.

"What are you doing?" He snapped, voice cold and angry, "We're not children anymore."

You were confused. You'd been hoping that he would've kissed you, would've told you how he felt but you never expected this, "Remus, what are you doing?"

He stood with a scoff. You didn't know why he was so angry, what had you done? "I let myself get carried away with you like I'm sixteen again running around with you but I'm not, you're not. We're adults. We're hardly friends now, we've not been in each other's lives for a decade! We're practically strangers." The way he yelled it, voice full of venom and disgust... It was like he was cutting the tie of his one last true relationship and for what reason?

"We are friends, Rem," you said, standing to meet him dominant stance, "You don't have to push me away. You promised I'd be the one you never pushed away!"

"You're not a teenager anymore, (y/n), it's time to stop acting like it." He had turned away from you, uncaring, "So I made a promise I didn't intend to keep, I'm sure you've done the same at one point or another."

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, eyes flooding with tears, "Why are you pushing me away?" You didn't know how to make him stay, you didn't know how to bring him back to you. Could you bring him back? "Remus, please don't do this. I-I care about you, a lot. I..." You took a deep breath, "I- I love you." Your heart hammered as you watched him still. He was still facing away from you and Remus thanked the gods for you couldn't see his teary eyes and pained expression, "I know that you love me... I know you do! Just- Just say it and it'll all be okay, Rem. Just... Just tell me that you love me." There was a pregnant pause. Remus's jaw clenched. He had to push you away, he couldn't risk letting you get hurt, "I'm not scared of you, Remus- I know that you won't hurt me. I-I trust you."

He shook his head as he swallowed hard, "I think you should leave, (y/n). We both have work to do."

You wanted to fight, you wanted to whirl him round, slap him across the face and kiss him to get the message across but your shoulders sagged as all fight drained from your body. He stayed unmoving and facing the opposite way, "I- I've always loved you. Remember when it was my fifteenth birthday and you gave me a first edition copy of my favourite Muggle book? That's when I knew. I knew how much it would've cost you and I- I knew I loved you then."

He stayed still.

"I knew you loved me when we were seventeen. It was after Sirius convinced us all to have one too many shots of Firewhisky and we went out to the Quidditch Pitch and were stupidly riding on brooms. I rode mine straight into one of the goalposts, lost my balance and fell right off of it to the ground. You were so worried about me, you ran to me with the most concerned look on your face, you wouldn't settle until you knew I was okay even though it was just a broken wrist. You were so worried. You stayed with me that night when I was in the hospital. I knew you loved me that night."

Remus took a breath, "I asked you to leave, (y/n)." His voice was tense, "We are colleagues. Nothing more."

You were crying, tears making their way down your cheeks, "You really are a coward," you murmured quietly but you knew he heard you. You left his classroom, slamming the door behind him. Goddamn Snape was right.

Remus managed to get back to his desk chair and sank into it, head in his hands, "What did I do?" Remus's mind wandered to when the two of you first met Harry for the first time, thinking about one of the many moments he was filled with some sort of hope that you could love him back.

Remus couldn't stop smiling as he watched you cradle the tiny baby, baby Harry James Potter, speaking in hushed songs and excited whispers. You looked delighted and seemed like a natural at this. James nudged Remus, breaking him out of his thoughts, "You could have that with her, you know," he murmured softly.

Remus was affronted. Eyebrows raised and arms crossed, he glowered at James, "I- I-" he was like a fish out of water, "Don't be so stupid, Prongs."

James rolled his eyes, "Come off it, Moony," he scoffed, "you love her and she loves you. She always has."

"She does not," Remus hissed. He had often stayed up late, hoping and dreaming that would be true but he knew that it couldn't. He was a monster, how could you ever love that?

"You need proof?" James asked, raising his eyebrows, "You're a werewolf... Her patronus and her Animagus is a wolf. McGonagall told us in third year that your patronus and Animagus take form from who you are and can be persuaded by those you love most. You're a werewolf, she's a wolf. She loves you, you big oaf."

That couldn't be true, could it? Remus watched you with a curious expression. You couldn't love him, could you? How on earth could you love a monster?

And now, over a decade later, you'd finally admitted it to him and Remus had done what he does best; pushed you away because he was scared. He was a coward, "God help me, Prongs," he muttered, head in his hands. He knew that if James were here he would've given him a good rollicking for his reaction to that. He was a coward and that's all he'd ever be. As Remus tossed and turned that night, one sentence that James had said echoed around his head.

"You need to tell her that you love her before it's too late."

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𝖑𝖑. 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖆𝖘

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊.

oi! mais uma do nosso almofadinhas. desta vez, vou utilizar uma personagem com nome, pra melhor entendimento... talvez eu faça até uma série de histórias não contadas sobre os marotos.

avisos: suposta gravidez, b*llying e.. acho que só.

Os olhos de Sirius Black estavam vermelhos, a boquinha bonita tremia a medida que o choro saía em desespero. Ele a procurava por todo o castelo, o pânico e a angústia correndo em suas veias, lado a lado com o ódio e a repulsa.

Finalmente havia dito à seus pais que estava namorando. Meio tímido, sem jeito, chegara até Walburga, durante um desjejum com seu pai, Orion, e seu irmão mais novo Regulus, informando a mãe que estava em um relacionamento, e que gostaria que todos soubessem, já que estava apaixonado. Já esperava a lufada de ar tediosa de seu pai, para ele, relações nada tinham a ver com amor, e sim com negócios. Mas a surpresa veio quando sua mãe, Walburga, se interessou, e comemorou como se fosse uma vitória o fato do filho estar namorando uma sonserina sangue puro, vinda de uma família das sagrada vinte e oito.

Amélia Burke vinha de uma família bruxa bastante tradicional, aliada aos Black, que trançou-se durante anos e anos com as artes das trevas. Mas Sirius sabia que ela era diferente; delicada, carinhosa, empática... E quando fora posto em mesa o caminho que tanto Amélia, quanto Sirius, deveriam seguir, ele ficara revoltado com os pais.

"Agora que arrumou uma namorada decente, pode desfazer-se daqueles seus amiguinhos baderneiros grifinórios.", era uma das coisas que seus pais diziam, enquanto riam e debochavam do pobre Sirius à mesa. "Isto é, se a menina dos Burke quiser esse patife por mais tempo, não é? Ainda bem que tivemos outro filho, se parassemos em Sirius eu provavelmente morreria de desgosto." era outra, dentre as milhares de ofensas proferidas à Sirius naquela manhã.

Sirius se sentira inseguro, triste, revoltado. A família deveria o acolher, o proteger. Afim de não incomodar os Potter novamente, volta ao castelo, esperançoso em encontrar Amélia, que não sairia naquele fim de semana, concentrada em estudar para as provas trimestrais.

Estudar! É claro, a biblioteca! Sirius limpa algumas lágrimas teimosas de seu rosto, mesmo que você seja a única pessoa em que ele confia mostrá-las, não queria lhe dar preocupações bobas. Abre a porta da enorme sala de livros, o nariz ainda fungando, e acaba por ver você, cabisbaixa, com a cabeça encostada no ombro de Severus Snape, enquanto ele a abraçava, e murmurava algo incompreensível aos ouvidos do Black.

O cenho se franze, as mãos automaticamente caçam a varinha em seu bolso, e ele caminha para frente com pressa, e raiva.

"Estupefaça!" é o que ele grita, jogando Severus à alguns metros da garota. Amélia vira para os lados, desesperada, procurando ajuda, mas a biblioteca está vazia. Os olhos dela se encontram com os de Sirius, vermelhos pelo choro, e franzidos pelo ciúmes.

"Sirius, seu idiota!" foi o que ela disse, antes de correr até Snape, e vê-lo desacordado, lançando o feitiço de revivificação.

"O ranhoso estava te abraçando! Eu não quero esse esquisitão perto de você!" Sirius diz, caminha até os dois, observando com raiva Snape, que levantava cambaleando com sua ajuda.

"Ah, claro! Você aparece do nada estuporando ele, e o esquisitão é o Sev. E outra, você não manda em mim." ela diz. Por mais irritado que Severus esteja, está cansado demais de toda a implicância para replicar algum feitiço em Sirius. Apenas permanece quieto, esperando o momento certo para fugir da biblioteca, e deixá-los em sua briga de casais.

"Sev? Você deu apelido 'pro ranhoso?" diz completamente desacreditado, e Amélia quase pula em seu bonito pescocinho.

"Sirius, para! Não consegue ver o quão estúpido você está sendo? Severus é meu amigo! Ele estava me ajudando com a droga de uma poção!" e naquele momento, Snape já havia fugido como uma cobra rastejando-se para fora da biblioteca.

O coração sonserino batia por Amélia, mas ele se sentia cansado demais para lutar. Lutar pela amizade de Lily, pela atenção de Amélia, e contra os marotos. Estava realmente a ajudando com uma poção, mas uma poção com o talvez propósito de quebrar seu próprio coração gelado. Uma poção para saber se ela estava grávida. Grávida de Sirius Black.

"Ah, claro, e na receita da poção dizia que você tinha que encostar a cabeça nos ombros de um morcego das masmorras? Fazia parte, Amélia? Abraçá-lo também? Que droga!" o olha desacreditada, ri em escárnio, balança a cabeça negativamente, e ele suspira, passando as mãos em seus longos fios castanhos.

"Reperto, Sirius. Estávamos tentando recriar a poção Reperto. Não posso ser vista na Mullpeppers comprando isso." Amélia disse, cabisbaixa, encosta em uma das milhares de mesas da biblioteca, e o encara cansada. O olhar confuso no rosto bonito diz muito sobre sua situação atual.

"Mas... Reperto é a poção que..." ele dá uma risada fraca, cheia de medo implícito. "Que diz se uma pessoa está, ou não, grávida." ele termina a frase, e o riso se torna em um olhar preocupado. Ele acaba com a distância entre eles, e se põem em sua frente, o olhar assustado, e agora o rosto de Amélia em suas mãos. "Mia. Você acha que pode estar grávida?"

É aí que Amélia se debulha em lágrimas, concordando com a cabeça, e Sirius olha para o chão, soltando o ar com força. Agarra a cintura da menina, a levanta em um abraço acalentador, em meio a aquele silêncio ensurdecedor, onde só se pode escutar os soluços da sextanista.

"Eu costumo usar minha poção anticoncepcional sempre, eu juro, mas eu pulei só um dia. Só um dia. E nós... Nós fizemos, e... Estou atrasada, e me sentindo estranha, diferente." ela diz entre soluços sofregos, agarrada ao peitoral masculino.

"Amor, calma... Fica calma, vai dar tudo certo." Sirius diz, mais para si mesmo, do que para você.

"Não, Sirius, não vai! O que vamos fazer se eu realmente estiver grávida?" ele a olha, nem mesmo ele sabe direito como respondê-la.

"Nós... Vamos criar esse bebê com muito amor, Mia. Eu serei o melhor pai que puder, e tenho certeza que você será uma mãe sensacional. Se você realmente estiver grávida, nós daremos um jeito. Mia, eu te amo. Te amo imensamente, e acredito que não há nada nesse mundo que eu não consiga quando estou do seu lado. Eu só preciso de você. Só de você."

E fora agonizante o tempo necessário para que a poção fizesse efeito. Sirius, a pedido de Amélia, escondia dos amigos, e fora os dois, o único a saber era Severus, que mesmo com o coração partido, verificava diariamente a poção. Era visível a diferença no comportamento do Black.

Sirius parecia mais carinhoso que o normal, a abraçando longamente sempre que a via, com beijos e apelidos melosos, e até mesmo evitando relações de mais intimidade, com medo de machucá-la, ou machucar o possivel bebê. Era bastante comum que ele fugisse do próprio dormitório, para passar a noite recebendo cafunés dela, e tagarelando sobre o futuro em sua cama, ou mesmo deitado em seu colo pelos cantos do castelo, cochilando. Ele só queria passar a maior parte de seu tempo agarrado em Amélia, até mesmo quando estava trancafiado nas masmorras com ela, e Snape, verificando a poção, permanecia atrás de Amélia, a abraçando pelas costas, cheirando seu pescoço, e o enchendo de beijos.

Severus tentava ignorar, mas sentia o coração descompassar a cada sorriso dela dado àquele cão sarnento, afinal, ele era o motivo de estarem ali fazendo aquela poção, não? Ele era o causador de problemas. Sirius obviamente fazia com um dedo de provocação. Morria de ciúmes, e de medo de perdê-la. E naquela atual situação, sabia que se Amélia estivesse realmente grávida, teriam de enfrentar muitos problemas, e principalmente seus próprios pais. Agarrava-se então nela, como um carrapato, afim de lembra-la o que não saía de sua mente nem por um segundo: o amor dos dois superaria barreiras.

"Hum, acho que... Está pronta." a voz baixa de Severus se faz presente, e Sirius ergue o corpo protetivamente, puxando a namorada para si.

Amélia pega o pequeno frasco cilíndrico na mão, e antes de apertá-lo, olha novamente para Sirius, que respira fundo e segura sua outra mão, afim de acalentá-la.

Ela aperta o frasco, e brevemente sente o calor na palma como um incômodo. Esperou um minuto. Dois minutos. E no terceiro minuto, abriu novamente a palma, aliviada, ao perceber que o líquido ainda estava cinza escuro, e não dourado. Ela não estava grávida.

"Meu Deus, Sirius." ela diz encostando-se na mesa, abrindo espaço para que o namorado a agarra-se nos próprios braços, beijando repetidamente o topo da cabeça da sonserina.

Severus suspirou, visivelmente aliviado, não negaria. Um filho, naquela altura do campeonato, deixaria as coisas bastante bagunçadas, e ele consequentemente não teria chance nenhuma com a garota. Mesmo que já não tivesse alguma, só não soubesse disso.

Sirius, por sua vez, sentia um incômodo no peito, algo como se as coisas não estivessem saído como o esperado. Talvez ele tivesse criado um afeto pela história de ser pai, de Amélia estar gerando um filho seu no ventre. Havia até se pegado algumas vezes perguntando se seria um menino, ou uma menina, mas depois lembrava que não tinham ao menos certeza da gravidez.

E Amélia, era um misto dos dois. Alívio, mas ao mesmo tempo a sensação de que estava faltando algo. Não era de toda ruim a ideia de ter um bebê com Sirius. Ele seria um pai sensacional.

Fora deste modo que eles descobriram o amor incondicional um pelo outro, a vontade de fazer tudo dar certo, e o desejo secreto de futuramente criarem juntos uma vida.

aproveitar pra usar de todas as minhas ideias logo, antes que essa criatividade com HP se esvaia. espero que tenham gostado, e minha ask estará sempre aberta para debatermos sobre, ♡ alô @laraaurora

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