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ttulipwritezz · 3 months

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This Is Our Place.~ S.Black

Ootp! Sirius Black x gn! Reader

Synopsis: After azkaban, Sirius falls for his best friend's colleague, who just so happens to return his feelings. They find their place within the confines of a war. Perhaps they'll leave the Christmas lights up till January.

Wc: 2k

Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, inconsistency, mentions of presents, Christmas, bad family (s.b), kiss(es), might be ooc idk.

The clouds began to form in delicate shapes, and the roar of thunder echoed through the gloomy room. The light from a candle illuminated the kitchen, in which you sat, your mind preoccupied with the thought of the incoming rain.

Preoccupied with the thought of having to take the clothes off the drying rack anytime soon or bringing all your potted plants indoors to avoid them drowning.

It was not an odd thing—rain—being that it was the end of August.

"Knock, knock."

You looked up from where a blank piece of parchment lay in front of you, curious to know the source of the words.

"You could just, you know, knock? Like a normal person, Sirius."

You found yourself speaking before you could collect your thoughts. The said man glanced at the parchment once and looked back at your face, his lips curving up the tiniest bit at your attempt to lighten the mood.

"Who am I, if normal, love?" He chuckles with a crooked smile.

You let your eyes roam around his face, his hollowed-out cheeks, and his half-lidded eyes. He looks tired. You conclude.

"Do you want some tea? I was just about to make some.."

You weren't really, about to make tea, that is. Still, you found yourself speaking, wanting to comfort the man, even if just a little.

Sirius was, by no means, your friend. He was just a friend of your colleague, Remus. You'd joined Hogwarts the same year Remus did; being new, the two of you hit it off immediately.

It always amazed you how well of a grasp Remus had on DADA. And he returned the favor by complimenting your herbology. You were a couple years younger than Remus, at best, and had known of him and the infamous marauders during your time at Hogwarts. Sirius Black did intrigue you the most.

You knew he came from a wealthy family, a bad one—of course, by no means did you want to intrude on his family life, but the heart does what the heart wants—and that he found solace in the friends he called brothers.

When Remus introduced you to his falsely convicted friend, Sirius Black, You damn near fainted on the spot, not because of his (undeniable) handsomeness but because of the sheer fear of standing in front of a possible murderer.

Now, years later (two to be exact), you find yourself enamored by the faded gray of his eyes and the curved bridge of his nose, which, you reckon, has been broken at least once during his time at Hogwarts, noting the sudden halt in the curve that then sharply turns to the other side and resumes its path.

Maybe it is a little peculiar to be noting such details of his appearance that you can paint a picture of his past. Strange, they'd call it. But it's routine for you. A routine you find comfort in.

"Thank you, Love," he replies.

A mumbled "'course" leaves your lips as you put the kettle to boil on the stove.

Sure, you could use magic, but these mundane tasks that don't require it seem to bring a sort of normalcy to your life. Even if just for a moment, it stops feeling like you're in the midst of a war and that people aren't dying left and right.

You were only nineteen when the first wizarding war came to an end, when your friends lost their lives, and when the dark lord seemingly disappeared forever.

He hadn't; that much was evident from the current situation.

The tea was set in front of Sirius almost unknowingly. You had been a little into your head and had been going about the task with practiced ease.

"Thanks again, Love. When do you reckon the others will return?"

Remus, along with the other order members, had gone on yet another mission. They left Sirius, concluding he was too weak to fight right now, and you, as you'd offered to stay back.

"Any time now, and really, it's no problem,"

you replied, sort of bashful at both his gratitude and the endearment.

As if on cue, the door opened with a jingle of the keys, and numerous voices rang through the empty corridors of Grimmauld Place.

Remus stalked into the kitchen and put his left hand up, leaning against the doorway with his right for some sort of support, revealing a gash running from his middle finger to his wrist and a sheepish smile on his face as he looked at you. Immediately, wordlessly, you walked forward with your wand and began healing the wound.

Removing a tin of herbal paste from the drawer beside and handing it to Remus.

"How'd that happen? I thought this was a 'harmless' mission," you asked, quoting his reassuring words from earlier.

"I nicked myself on a broken shelf." As confident as he sounded, his lie didn't escape you.

All it needed was a 'really?' look on your face to get the truth out.

"Death eaters," he stated, defeated.

"You really ought to be more careful, Rem. It worries me."

You said that and guided him out of the kitchen to assess his other wounds, which included one on his arm and a twisted ankle.

Unaware that a certain raven head was watching you from the table, envious and defeated at failing at his attempts to talk to you. The rain began pouring down, and the clothes and plants still outside ran through your mind.

The rain mirrored the heart of the black, sitting at the table, gloomy as ever.

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You'd last seen Sirius when Harry and the kids stumbled through the door of Grimmauld Place, bringing an unconscious, but thankfully alive, Sirius with them.

Harry had told you that he was leaving to retrieve his godfather from the ministry, mentioning something about a dream, but you weren't paying much attention after you'd heard the news. With Dumbledore's permission and assistance, you'd returned to Grimmauld's place to help in case they ever needed it. Praying that Sirius made it back alive.

The kids, along with Remus and a few other order members, laid the unconscious Sirius on the couch and went to clean themselves up as you offered to take care of Sirius in the meantime.

Once conscious, you dragged Sirius to the bathroom on the ground floor of the house, squeezing through the thin hallways and sitting him on the counter as you retrieved a first-aid kit from the cupboard.

"Couldn't you use magic to fix my wounds?" came his distraught voice, cutting your thoughts short.

"Do you want me to inflict pain on them? Just sit still. Besides, it's not like I'm a healer."

As you cleaned each wound with precision, one thought roamed your head.

It's not like they don't have wands—the death eaters, that is—they injured him in a way that seems almost muggle.

"If you're wondering how, it was Bellatrix," Sirius said, trying to suppress a hiss at the particularly deep wound on his arm, as if reading your mind.

"Your cousin?" you answered, or rather, asked, continuing and moving onto the smaller cuts that littered his face.

Humming, he let you get the rest of the wound cleaned.

You glanced up at his face when opening the packet of cotton, only then realizing how close you had been. His breath was fanning your nose as he stared deep into your eyes, no trace of guilt or shame in them, as if he trusted you wholeheartedly.

You could have sworn you saw him glance at your lips in anticipation. The thought alone swarmed your stomach with butterflies.

Only now had you realized how intimate your shared moments were and how he had always tried to enlighten your mood with his jokes. You thought it was his defense, his coping mechanism.

Though now it seemed amidst the war, all he tried to do was hear you laugh. By pausing your movements as if in a trance, you maintained eye contact with him. He looked so stern and so soft all at once.

In his mind swam thoughts of the previous night, when you cradled Remus's hand with such grace and concern.

His lips parted, and you wanted to kiss him. You don't know why, but you did. All you had to do was move your face half an inch forward, and his lips would crash into yours. You wanted to do it so badly.

And so you did.

His eyes fluttered close, and the arm that wasn't injured came up to grip your neck, light as a feather.

His hands caressed the tiny hairs on your neck and sent a tingle down your spine. The kiss was phenomenal.

You didn't sleep that night; the thoughts were fluttering in your mind even hours later.

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"I kissed him."

As soon as those words left your mouth, Remus choked on his tea and had to take a moment to steady himself.

"You kissed whom exactly!?" came his exasperated voice.

"Sirius," you said sheepishly, suddenly feeling small under his wide gaze.

"I didn't even know you liked him," Lupin said as he went to dry his clothes from the tea.

"It just…sort of happened..you know-"

"no, I don't know y/n..what were you thinking!?" Remus was confused, and a part of him felt betrayed.

You liked his best friend, but he had no clue.

The patter of the rain outside added to the deafening silence that you left. The sound brought you back to the first night in the house, the night when you shared tea with Sirius.

Your eyes flitted to the scar running along the Lycanthropes hand, and you grimaced at the angry red surrounding it as it healed.

"Did you put the balm on it today? your hand, I mean " Your words cut through the silence like a knife, and you moved your hand toward one of the many drawers housing your herbal balms.

"You're deflecting, love... If it's any help, Sirius would much rather pretend nothing happened than act on his own; you're best off confronting him first."

Remus's words were assuring, but the tone in which he said them made you scrunch up your brows and tilt your lip downward.

"Umm, I'll see what I can do." Your hesitance was evident in your voice.

You walked back to your room after handing Remus the green and silver tin, silently reminding him of his wound.

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On the other side of the house, Sirius lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the kiss.

His mind wandered to the feeling of your lips, his hands on on nape, and your gaze before it all.

Your lips. My lips.

"A Rubber Duck!" A shout came from the room beside him. Harry's room. They were playing a round of charades, he remembered.

Harry! Yes!

He should ask Harry. So he made his way towards their room.

"Harry, could I talk to you for a moment?" Just as Harry was getting up and ready to join his godfather,

"actually hold that-"

He turns to Hermione

"-Hermione!! You're a muggle. You'd know! of course" The hopeful tone of his voice sends Ron into a laughing fit, and Harry's mouth twitches into a grin as Hermione sits confused with a frown.

After discussing the matter with the kids, Sirius decides he's done with his stupid old ways. He wants to say something; make the first move.

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It happened on christmas eve.

Everyone had taken to opening presents under the large tree at the living room.

After watching Ron fawn over his new wizard chess set, you decided it was time for a much needed break.

"I think i'm going to go make some hot chocolate...anyone want some?" You asked, already getting up to yout feet.

Most of them nodded no and you only just realised all their mugs were rather full.

Making your way into the rather small kitchen of grimmauld place, you got out your wand to help make your hot chocolate.

"Knock knock" a familiar raspy voice came from the doorway.

An odd sense of deja vu enveloped you and you turned around to look at the source.

"you could just knock. Like a normal person" you repeated your words from the previous day.

The relationship between you and sirius had strained quite a bit after that shared kiss.

"sorry love, how's your day going so far?" He asked, seemingly trying to dissipate the awkwardness from the air.

"Alright...i suppose, what about you?" You replied with just as much hesitation.

"Good." And it stopped at that, the conversation.

Only now did you realise just how close he had gotten. You backed yourself away slightly, only to find your leg hitting the back of the counter.

The world seemed to be silent as the sound of your breaths mingled with one another, accompanied by the ticking clock.

The noises in the living room had become nothing but a blur and muffled by your thoughts.

"I really like you y/n. I truly do" Sirius spoke first, drawing your attention from the planes of his face

"Huh?" Your reply came meek and unsure.

You weren't even sure you'd heard it right.

"i like you." He reiterated.

You did hear it right.

Your knees felt weak but at the same time you were on cloud nine.

Before getting the chance to gather your thoughts you found yourself speaking..

"I really like you too sirius"

your voice came out just louder than a whisper, you're sure he wouldn't even have heard it.

His next words sent a flurry of butterfiles to your stomach.

"May i..?" You noticed him glancing down at your lips and back at your eyes.

You couldn't stop the smile that bloomed on your face as you nodded yes.

The kiss was diferent than the last, less desperate yet more passionate. It was slow, steady and loving.

You could feel his smile against your lips before you pulled apart.

"I've waited so long to do that" his voice came a mere whisper

Your eyes followed the movement of his lips, which were on yours moments ago.

" I...umm got you a gift" he continued, his hesitation surprising you.

Forcing your eyes to look back at the grey irises you managed to let out a breathless

"what?"

Sirius pulled out a box, a small one of velvet, the kind that would normally house a ring, now held a singular locket that was shaped as a star.

"A star...for my star" he said

You couldn't stop the heat from spreading to your cheeks, eyes widening a touch and lips quirking up the slightest.

Two voices giggling could be heard from the kitchen that night.

The whole night.

A/n: I spent WAYY too long on this- and the ending is super rushed lmao i hope you enjoyed it and all reblogs help me reach more ppl! I had sm fun writing this. i'm v proud of this ❤️❤️

#oneshot #sirius black imagine #marauders era fanfiction #harry potter #fanfiction #sirius black x reader #marauders x reader #sirius black fanfic #sirius black x professor reader #marauders fanficion #marauders #sirius black fanfiction #post azkaban sirius #prisoner of azkaban #hp ootp

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forestdeath1 · 10 days

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“I dunno,” said Ron, looking alarmed at being asked to give an opinion. “If Harry wants to do it, it’s up to him, isn’t it?”

Ron *a person decides for themselves what to do* Weasley

“Harry, don’t do it, please don’t do it!” Hermione said in anguished tones as the bell rang at the end of the class.

He did not answer; he did not know what to do. Ron seemed determined to give neither his opinion nor his advice. He would not look at Harry, though when Hermione opened her mouth to try dissuading Harry some more, he said in a low voice, “Give it a rest, okay? He can make up his own mind.”

Ron *respect other people's right to make their own decisions, Hermione* Weasley

#pro ron weasley #ron weasley #hp ootp

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kookooka2 · 7 months

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#cackling #i am lazy #They're just messing around #like me #harry potter ootp #hp ootp #ootp #severus snape #professor snape #harry potter fanart #harry potter #snape #harry james potter #lol #hp fanart #kookooka2

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soup-of-the-daisies · 4 months

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i’m rereading ootp (to my own horror) and like. knowing what happens in that one and the next two books makes that intense, bubbling frustration of being a teenager whose worries are disregarded so much worse.

like, surprise?? the kid whose childhood you’re trying to preserve lost that innate innocence years ago. you want him to be a normal 15 yr old boy but if you keep quiet about the dangers he might not live to see his 16th birthday. and congrats on keeping him safe, i guess—you’ve accidentally ruined the last piece able to tether him to his childhood, but i’m sure those months of torture were worth the farce of normality you craved for him. i don’t think you know that your apologies are like sticking band aids on a fracture. i don’t think you’re aware of how you’re ignoring the breaks, but i’m certain you’re expecting them to heal on their own.

oh, they didn’t? and now you’re treating him like he’s a bubble made of glass, waiting to shatter? but you’re the one to have turned him into that bubble, aren’t you? you’re the one who’s holding him, and it’s not his time yet. not for another two years. and shards of glass dulled with time cannot fell a monster, can they? so please be careful. you still need him. he never asked to be a martyr but he’ll do it because you expect him to; you just need to watch your step because your hands are slicked with guilt, and he’s heavy. he’s struggling. he’ll fall as well, if you let him go now.

#harry potter meta #hp meta #hp ootp #harry’s my boy. my baby. his anger is so satisfying yet so frustrating because it’s deserved yet it doesn’t help him #the ‘you’ is not just dumbles it’s damn near every adult and teen looking to harry to solve this war #yet being convinced at the same time that he deserves to be kept small #like just tell him. he faced voldy at age 11. faced a shadow of voldy and killed a basilisk at 12 #faced voldy AGAIN at 14. was forced to be complicit in his resurrection. saw his friend die. almost died himself #he can handle it. good grief #harry james potter

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rewritingcanon · 5 months

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wait bc everyone is always talking about how sirius and harry saw each other as a substitute for james BUT BUT BUT do you ever think that sometimes when sirius looked at harry he saw what only he could understand as someone who also went through years and years of emotional neglect and abuse?? like do you ever think that that was also a reason why harry connected so deeply to sirius. because sirius became the one person to harry that he knew he needed, the figure that was absent from his childhood?? like. like like like.

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pooks · 5 months

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ootp but instead if accepting the promotion, Percy takes a sabbatical from the Ministry (he spent his whole first year as a working adult being deceived, manipulated, used, overworked and then made the scapegoat) because he's sick of their shit.

also he decides to go to a muggle university in London. it was first out of spite to the magic world (as they don't have universities),but then he found new friends who are just like him and share common ground.

he's so happy that nothing brings him down and now the twins, Ron and Ginny are low key (nah, high key) scared that he's gonna forget about them now.

"well, you said I was too boring for you guys, so now I'm going to my equally boring friends and we're gonna have boring activities in a boring pub close to my boring muggle university. so, cheerio!"

Fred, George, Ron and Ginny are moody af and tries to make sure Percy doesn't move away from home. Hermione is just annoyed with their antics and Harry is confused as heck.

background Sirius cause he lives for drama and just snacks on popcorn while he watches this going down

#hp headcanon #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #ootp au #hp ootp au #hp ootp #percy says “fuck the ministry” and go to muggle uni #because he can #arthur is obvs very proud because muggle uni

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snapeaddict · 6 months

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Snapetober Day 23 - Remembrance

Inspired by this prompt by @foodncomfort

The knocks got louder and louder, but he could not get to the door, nor did he want to - he vaguely wished for whoever was there to go away and turned his attention back to the bathroom mirror and sink. He was sick one more time, and he grimaced as another tremor ran through his stomach, painfully building its way up to his chest.

He had nothing to show for it. He could barely vomit some yellowish bile.

"Severus."

He bolted upright, turning his gaze towards the threshold and away from the vile contents of his empty stomach. Minerva McGonagall was standing by the door.

Of all people, she was here - he felt an uncontrollable fury rise within him, a sort of painful, rage-fueled despair.

"Get out", he said venomously, narrowing his eyes. "Get out, now."

Minerva looked startled. No - that was an understatement. She looked utterly shocked. But contrary to what he expected, she took a step forward and raised her hand, though with some hesitation.

"Severus, I don't understand. Are you sick? We were supposed to meet half an hour ago, I've been looking for you everywhere - I - I apologise for coming in uninvited, I was merely worried -"

"Get out."

She lowered her arm.

"What happened, Severus?"

Shaking his head, the Potions Master caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. Another rush of adrenaline, a nauseating feeling of shame submerged him and he felt the urge to seize the nearest object and throw it against the wall - but he was not like his father - still, sometimes he wished to be.

Things would be easier.

"I have told you to get out", he replied quietly, taking his eyes off the mirror and back to her. "Leave."

"I can't possibly leave you in that state, Severus. You look like you can barely stand. Are you having a panic attack?"

He snapped. Walking past her and almost pushing her in the process, he made his way into the living room, fixated on the door.

She had no right to come in. She had no right to watch him in his weakest moment, to humiliate him once more - no right -

"Severus!"

Certainly he looked like a madman.

"Do you really want to know what has gotten into me, Minerva?" he almost spit at her, now struggling to breathe properly. "Your precious Potter - he went into the pensieve, he went snooping, he saw a lovely memory of mine, from my schooldays - his dear father undressing me in front of a crowd... in front of his mother... He..."

He could not say another word. It made it too real, palpable, and he could not allow this to resurface.

Minerva took a step forward, once more. She tried to reach for him, but he recoiled, leaning against the wall for support.

"Severus. What do you mean, undressing you? I never heard anything about this. Surely I should know-"

"Why should you? Of all people, you and Dumbledore - aren't you the ones who did their best to turn a blind eye to anything that involved any Gryffindor? Did you think I would make a complaint? That Black and Potter would turn themselves in? You, Minerva, don't know anything because you never wanted to know."

The deputy headmistress looked petrified. Her face had gone almost as white as his, and her lips were trembling slightly; she stumbled upon her words, she shook her head, but found nothing to reply.

Undressed?

"Severus... I didn't know."

Undressed?

He laughed bitterly.

"We have already established this fact."

"I am sorry. I am so sorry."

Undressed?

"Leave."

For a second, she looked as though she was about to protest. But then she saw the effect each of her glances had on him - it was as if she burnt him with every look, with every word, every attempt at solicitude. There was no reaching through to him. Whatever it was that separated them, she could build no bridge - none.

And so she left, without a word, without a glance. Unknowingly, though, she did bring Severus some comfort: on her face was such a profound expression of shame that even he could not miss it.

#severus snape #pro snape #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter #severus snape fanfiction #snapetober #snapetober 2023 #snape #SWM #hp ootp

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binvibin · 26 days

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the reason i can’t handle canon is solely because of the scene where harry hugs sirius in ootp. i sob every time without fail

#theirs so much grief in david and garys acting #i cant handle it #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #harry potter #order of the phoenix #hp ootp #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #wolfstar #jily #james x lily #lily x james #remus and sirius #lily and james #sirius and harry

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toorumlk · 5 days

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ginger n spice 🫚🌰

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annabtg · 23 days

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Attention

a no-prompt @jilymicrofics

After the Defence Against The Dark Arts OWL exam, the Marauders relax out in the grounds, but James Potter's attention is not really on his friends.

In honour of my beloved boy's birthday, here you have him, being a complete and utter idiot ❤️❤️

Read on AO3! Completed, 300 words.

#jilymicrofics #james potter #jily #jple #jily fanfiction #lily evans #the marauders #hp ootp #snape's worst memory #canon compliant #my fics #attention

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lonlylook · 6 months

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Imagine Sirius and Remus kept their realtionship from de Order bc they didn't want to cause a lot of drama.

And then Tonks starts chasing after Remus and he just kinda has to ignore it.

And then Sirius dies and everyone's sad for Remus bc Sirius was his best friend, but no one realized the truth and Tonks just kept coming after him.

Remus finally snaps at dinner one night and is like "TONKS my BOYFRIEND just DIED holy shit".

And Fred quietly hands George five Galleons under the table.

#marauders #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar #hp ootp #dead gay wizards #wolfstar is canon

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whorediaries-09 · 10 months

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night we met

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- mention of major character death (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i'm depressed so i'll make everyone depressed 😽 ps- set during ootp

masterlist

'take me back to the night we met i don't know what I'm supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you'

your face basked under the highlights of the orange flames flickering in the fire place. loose strands of hair framed your face. you adjusted the glass of firewhiskey on your knee, watching the ice cubes melt into the drink, the fire illuminating the liquor.

'do you miss them?' a soft yet deep voice called out. you looked up, your eyes searching for the voice of the speaker. it was sirius. you stared at him, his eyes soft reflecting a deep affection for you.

but you didn't need to know that.

'i do. sometimes yes,' you say as sirius walks to over to you. he sits near you. you watch as his pinky finger twitches over the fabric of his trousers. he breaths slowly, and you sense a whiff of cigarettes and leather. you take a sip of your whiskey and the sound of the ice cubes dancing in the liquor echo in the emptiness.

grief echoed in the void of your heart as you silently mourned the death of james and lily potter. it lit a dim agony which throbbed into your carefully engraved memories, which died by a thousand little cuts. it scarred you, it made you feel vulnerable. the memories turned into nightmares. you reminiscence them, keeping the cold knock of nostalgia concealed in your poor heart.

'it's halloween ain't it?' he asks. you look at him, into his eyes.

'yes,' you confirm your lips whispering out your reply. you stare solely into the thunder like grayness of his eyes. you wonder what lies beneath the curtain of emotions he displays as he holds your gaze. hotness lurches through your body as he shifts closer, his tattooed finger tucking the stray flyaway behind your ear. a coil of sentiments bubble inside your stomach as you feel your cheeks grow hot.

'i took the day off today because today was halloween. thought you could use some company, -you know um-' you say. your throat feels dry as he continues staring at your face. he shifts stiflingly at your words, apparently speechless. you don't provoke a reply, instead you pour a glass of firewhiskey for him. you don't expect one, he supposes.

he holds the textured glass slowly listening to the fire crackling. he feels lost, hanging by a thread. the end of the thread was held by you. he felt lost in the terror of tragedy, it was the bitterness of cold memories that haunted him. he had all of james, as a brother, as a best friend, as his emotional crutch. perhaps in the path of finding for light, fighting for light he'd lost him, he now had none of him. he'd slipped away like sand between his fingers.

the harsh liquor rolls down his throat. he coughs softly. his voice is strained as he says, 'thank you,'

you look into the engulfing fire, as your heart aches. you want to hold him, you want to keep him close within your hold. the tingle of excruciation starts from the very core of your heart. in engulfs you whole as you feel his head on your shoulder, tears seeping through the thin fabric your shirt. his hand crawls up to your thigh and you hold it.

it's cold, his hand and you feel him shaking beside you. it feels like a dozen of electrical shocks as he slowly wraps his arm around your body, pulling you closer. he sobs through broken whispers, neglected pain and ignorance. he sobs through the sheer curtain of suffering his heart beckons. he sobs.

to his broken self, his exposed self you feel like the only comfort he has, the only comfort he can hold onto. you feel like the invisible thread his sanity hangs upon so he whispers, afraid to loose you, 'i love you. promise me you won't leave me?'

you stare at him though struggling as you try to maintain eye contact through his tight grip. your palm cups his sunken tear stained cheeks. you place a chaste kiss on his forehead.

'i love you too,' you reply as he sniffs, hiding his head into your shoulder.

the both of you know you cannot love each other. the both of you know you are haunted by both of you pasts. the both of you know you suffer with the tragedies of you lives. and yet that perhaps makes you want to go back to the night you met each other, cherish the innocence of being a kid again. perhaps that's what brings you close together, the love that you both know you cannot get.

perhaps that's what makes you love each other.

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