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themadhalewrites · 2 years

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Love Me Not Her

Fandom: Harry Potter

Character/s Included: Sirius Black and Reader

Word Count: 569

A/N: I don’t stand by JK Rollings views and this is an old story but I may also post newer stories to finish an old Harry Potter Bingo Card from 2019.

Since you could remember Sirius had always been apart of your life. As children Sirius and you were inseparable, anywhere Sirius went you went as well that was until maybe half way through third year.

The start of the year started out well enough, you travelled in the same carriage as Sirius and his group of friends. You all talked about your holidays but as the train ride went on the more you were pushed out of the conversation.

Over the first two terms. Sirius started distancing himself from you and spent more time with the boys.

Sirius would try to talk to you after classes or in the common room but you gave him the silent treatment like he had been giving you. You would spend most of your time in the darkest corner of the library and if he were in there you would head to the Great Lake to watch the open water.

One day, about a few hours from curfew, Y/N was sat against the base of the tree at the lake watching the sunset Sirius walked over and sat beside her.

“Hey Y/N” he said softly but when you didn’t respond he spoke again, “Will you be coming over to the house, Mom missed seeing you last holidays”.

When you didn’t respond again he bumped shoulders with you and continued asking questions without receiving answers so he snapped, “Well. Yell, Scream, say something, anything. Well, Y/N talk to me.”

Placing your hand on your wand you mumbled, “Silencio” before waiting a few minutes for him to stop attempting to talk.

“Stop!” you screamed before standing up and facing him, “Stop trying to be sweet to me. You won’t talk to me when little miss gorgeous is around. What has she got that I haven’t? Is it how soft her hair looks or the pure blood running through her veins? You know what, I hate how much I love you and you never noticed me as anything by some substitute sibling. And no I won’t see your mom these holidays, I’m not even seeing my own parents.”

You turned away from him looking at the lake one last time for the night before turning and walking back to the castle muttering, “Sonorus” over and over again on the way.

Entering your dorm room you flopped yourself on your bed and covered your face with your pillow.

“Rough afternoon?” came Lily’s voice.

Sitting up you replied, “No, rough start to the year. Parents are home next holidays so I’m stuck here these holidays again”

“You sure this hasn’t got anything to do with Sirius?”

“This has nothing to do with Sirius, he sees me as a sister”

Lily got up and moved to sit beside you, “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not. I’ve seen how you look at him, he’s the center of your life has been since I’ve met you.”

Turning you placed your head on her shoulder and cried her shoulder, “Why does he love her, what is so wrong with me? Why can’t he love me and not her?”

“He’s stupid for not loving you”, Lily said rubbing your back, “But hey you still have me, I’m stuck here for the holiday’s like normal so guess what we will plan a revenge plan to make Sirius realize how stupid he is for not loving you”

“Thanks Lilz”

“Your very welcome (Y/N/N)”

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once-upon-a-fanfic · 2 years

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What if...

Barty Crouch Jr. was actually Ten Too from Rose’s parallel world? Full of anger, he slips into another time crack and ends up in the wizarding world, determined to find his rightful place in power.

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thatboisus · 3 months

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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agirlsguidetolove · 8 months

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I THOUGHT YOU KNEW

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: “i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Theodore Nott had dead eyes. That was something you had learned early on in your friendship with the boy; never expect his eyes to tell you anything. But, right now, you couldn’t help but wonder if your own advice was wrong because the look he was giving you in the moment was the farthest thing to dead. Alive.

Theodore’s eyes were ablazed, like you had lit a match in his face just as he had done with his cigarettes the night before. They looked on fire as he glared off at you, standing and chatting with some Ravenclaw boy who had decided to make the stupid of going to a slytherin party and talking to Theo’s girl.

It was a common fact that you and Theo had something, everyone knew. Well, maybe except for you.

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t expected for Theodore to waltz up to you and your new friend and throw an arm over your shoulder, and stand and listen to you too talk, not saying a word.

“Think we should get out of here?” Was the first thing he said to you, well, whispered into your ear, pulling you closer.

“I’m okay here, Teddy,” you said. Theo visible softened, melting into you at the nickname only you were allowed to call him. “You can go, though. I’ll be alright, promise.”

Theo smiled at you as you patted his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder, watching as your attention drifted back to whoever this guy was. He sighed.

“I know,” Theo started before your Ravenclaw friend interrupted.

“Yeah, mate, we’ll be okay,” he said. Theo hardened, dead eyes becoming colder as he took his arm off your shoulder, stepping forward and shoving the guy.

“Was I fucking talking to you, mate?” he spit.

“Woah!” you cut, pulling Theo back with your hand to his chest, “What the hell, Theo?”

“Yeah,” the Raveclaw pants. “What the hell, Nott? Calm down!”

Theodore sneers, glaring harshly ate the boy before hissing, “Fuck off,” and pushing past him and bumping his shoulder aggressively as he makes his way out of the common room.

Staring of at his fuming figure you quickly apologize to the boy before chasing off after Theo. When you find him, he’s angrily pacing through the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

“Theo,” you state angrily. Theo’s head whips to where you stand before shaking his head and choosing to walk away from you and down the hall.

“Theo!” you yell, walking quickly behind him. “What the fuck was that about? Can you wait for a second and talk to me?”

Theo stops, allowing you to catch up to him. You can practically see the steam coming out when he turns to you. “What am I supposed to do?” he asks bitterly. “Just let him flirt with you?”

“What?” you ask, just as bitter. “What are you talking about? Why’d you have to fucking shove, Dylan?”

Dylan. Theodore scoffs, getting madder by the second. He takes a step closer, towering over you. “So I’m just supposed to stand there when some prick is running up on my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend? What the hell was he on about. “Girlfriend?” you question, softer.

“Yes! You’re my girlfriend!” Theodore shouted. He just wasn’t getting it, was he?

“What?” you spluttered. “Since when?”

“What,” Theo got quieter.

“i didn’t know…” you said. “when did we start dating?…o-officially?”

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, incredulous. “I… I thought… I thought you knew?”

“You thought I knew we were dating?” You were getting louder, voice echoing off the walked.

“Yes!” Theo yelled, eyes getting sadder.

“How would I know that, Nott, you never told me!”

Theodore shakes his head, again getting gentle. “Don’t start calling me ‘Nott’ now, angel, you don’t do that.”

“Theo,” you reiterated, taking a breath. “When did we— when did we start ‘dating’.”

Theo looks like a kicked puppy when he says, “Last trip to Hogsmeade. We kissed.”

Looking at the ground, you say, “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“To me, it did!”

“You kiss plenty of girls that you’re not dating!” you argue.

Theo scoffs, “They’re not you, now are they?”

“Teddy,” you say, tears quickly forming in your eyes. Looking up at him, he purses his lips, heart breaking in his chest. “Why couldn’t you have just asked me to be your girlfriend?”

“Love, I… I thought you knew, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you swallow, hugging yourself with your own arms, still holding in your tears. “Well, I didn’t.”

It’s silent between you both for a moment, nothing but you staring at the floor and Theo staring at you. Theo takes a small step forward, his hands touching where you hold yourself. “Would you?” he says, “Be my girlfriend, if I asked?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, looking up at him, “if you’d ask, you dick.”

Theo chuckles, dipping his head low and putting his lips against yours. His lips are so soft, despite how he tastes like liquor and cigarettes. He breaks apart from you, hand coming to caress your cheek. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I would.”

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vipwinnie · 5 months

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Sleeping after an argument

mattheo riddle x reader

Summary : you decided not to sleep with him after an argument

In the dimness of his room, you sit on the edge of the bed, your heart heavy with frustration. The walls echo with the reverberations of an seemingly endless argument. He stands, a sharp gaze in his eyes, his poisoned words filling the air.

"Why are you always like this?" you ask, trying to contain your own anger. "Your attitude is toxic, Mattheo. It can't go on like this."

He sneers, an ironic smile distorting his face. "Oh, now it's my fault? You're always the victim, aren't you?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the flames of anger rising within you. "It's not about being a victim. It's about mutual respect. You can't keep acting this way."

Mattheo approaches, his presence oppressive. "Mutual respect? Funny coming from you. You just criticize me, judge me."

"Because you act disrespectfully! You constantly attack me, and I can't take it anymore."

He shrugs, disdainful. "If you can't take it, leave. No one is forcing you to stay."

The tension reaches its peak. You stand up, facing Mattheo with determination. "Maybe that's what I should do."

The words hang in the air, heavy with consequences. The room is filled with the silence that follows an argument, and you wonder if this confrontation marks the end of something, or perhaps the beginning of a new dynamic.

Frustrated by the atmosphere, Mattheo abruptly stands up and heads to the bathroom, using the excuse of needing to prepare in there to escape the confrontation. You remain in the room, Mattheo's dark look still echoing in the air. The decision not to spend the night in this toxic atmosphere takes hold in you, and you head to the bathroom as well.

Reflecting in the bathroom, you decide to leave the unresolved argument behind and choose not to sleep that night. The idea of returning to your shared room with Pansy becomes a tempting refuge. Exiting the bathroom, you silently slip through the hallway, deliberately avoiding Mattheo's room.

Meanwhile, Mattheo, after anxiously waiting in the bathroom for some time, starts to worry about your absence. Concerned, he knocks on the door, softly calling, "My love, are you okay?" Faced with your silence, he eventually opens the door, discovering that you're no longer there. Regret fills him as he realizes the impact of his behavior.

Determined to find you, Mattheo heads towards the girls' dormitory, disregarding any rules of decency. His only thought is to bring you back to him, suddenly realizing how crucial your presence is to him.

Upon opening the door to your room, he notices Pansy's absence, but you're there, asleep in your bed, hugging a pillow that was supposed to replace him for the night. Mattheo gently removes the pillow from your arms, slipping into its place. He embraces you tenderly, whispering an "I love you" in your ear, realizing the foolishness of the argument. He holds you tightly, hoping that you'll find it in yourself to forgive him despite the hurtful words he uttered.

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ladypearl333 · 4 months

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pov: he accidentally txts u how he feels

slytherin boys!reader

(includes blaise, draco, enzo, mattheo, and theo)

* i am trying something new, i hope u like it!!!

warnings: language, literally just flirting tbh

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blaise zabini:

draco malfoy:

lorenzo berkshire:

mattheo riddle:

theodore nott:

thank u for reading!!!!

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bettymylove · 7 months

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READER MAKING OUT HARDCORE WITH THEODORES ABS AND SHE PRACTICALLY CRIES SHES SO HORNY AND THEYRE SO PRETTY SO SHE EVENTUALLY GETS OFFF ON HIS ABS?!

needy

pairing: theodore nott x reader

content: pure smut, 18+

your hazy state and the fact that theo was just out of the shower were the two things you had decided to blame for your behavior.

you had been painfully horny all day long, so much that it hurt to walk and the only solution you were aware of for your problem was theodore nott also known as your boyfriend.

you had reached his dorm when he was still in the shower, and like the good girl you were you waited for him on his bed not once trying to touch yourself.

theo emerged from the shower with wet hair and water dripping down his body until it reached his very loosely hung grey towel which you were sure was the only piece of clothing he was wearing.

however, your attention was taken up by something else, his abs were the only thing you could focus on.

"baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy today" you broke out of your trance after hearing his low and husky voice.

having no patience left, you took long strides towards him and clawed on his chest so that he would angle his face towards yours.

both of your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you detached your arms from around his neck to his shoulders slightly pushing him back so that he would land on the bed with you on top of him.

your kisses started trailing downwards, sucking on his neck long enough to leave a mark.

you had untied his towel and his cock sprung out in response, your kisses finally reached his abs the place you adored the most.

licking all over his abdomen, while sneaking some licks to his dick, you moaned after you heard him groan.

if you thought you were horny before, it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now after theo forcefully put his dick in your mouth to cum in it.

you had started humping the floor out of desperation,you needed the friction,you needed the release.

"are you really such a needy whore, that you have started getting yourself off on the floor?" you only moaned out a breathy moan in response.

you finally had the courage to stand up on your wobbly knees and push theo back down on the bed again.

carefully positioning yourself on top of his abs,you started to move back and forth the friction going directly to your clit.

theo made an animalistic sound at this, "fuck baby, you really love my abs that much, huh?" he was fully smirking seeing you in this form.

"love it teddy" you responded, biting your lip.

"do you fuck your pillow like this, thinking it's my abs?" you blushed at being caught, and only nodded in response.

"you're close aren't you baby, you're gonna cum in your panties like a whore?" he had started helping you fasten your pace so that your could reach your high.

"m'your whore teddy" you managed to make out, and just as you did you reached your orgasm, it was so stretched out that you were shaking by the end of it.

"fuck that was so hot, now don't you think my dick needs a little riding too?" he asked cheekily and you were more than happy to oblige.

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evergone · 9 months

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Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

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theglassofmiddleearth · 2 years

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Imagine Showing up in Third year of the Golden Trio Era (set up for later imagines)

Y/N: I guess now they’re old enough for me to blend in yes?

Dumbledore: I suppose so. But remember, time is a finnicky thing, you don’t want to jam the gears of-

Y/N: *glares pointedly* Do not talk to me of time, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I have been through fire and darkness, age beyond age, sent by who knows what for who knows why. You are not the first wizard I have met. Nor the wisest.

Dumbledore: *hesitates* I apologise, your situation is still strange and I forget you are beyond the age of which you look.

Y/N: *mutters* Raising a boy for slaughter, you imbecile. If Molly Weasley knew.. Seven hells would be upon you.

Dumbledore: I am aware.

Y/N: I will see you at the beginning of year feast Albus.

Y/N walks out of his office

Y/N: *mutters* This time everyone lives. I swear upon it.

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bookishdreamer28 · 3 months

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Height difference

I hope you'll like it 👐

Mattheo is obsessed with the way his body is towering over yours. He has found himself thinking of how you'd perfectly fit in his arms many times and he can't help but feel his whole body getting hot at the very thought. From the very first moment Theodore introduced you to their group, he was instantly besotted. He was entirely mesmerized by you.

Every time you wanted to grab something that was out of your reach, he was standing closely behind you just to help you, but in reality all he wanted was to feel your small frame against his. And when you look up at him all puppy-eyed, with those eyes, he knew he was down bad already. And he knew he had fallen deeply for you.

He loved teasing you cause your reactions to his teasing were absolutely worthwhile. Seeing your flustered face was something he adored.

"How you're doing shorty?" He said in his baritone voice and it took everything in you not to punch the smugness off of his face.

"Stop calling me shorty" you tried look mad and scary with your angry expression but Mattheo wanted to just grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.

"Ok then how about...pixie-"

"NO!" You exclaimed and walked away from him, not being able to stay any longer around his presence but one thing you didn't notice, was Mattheo laughing quietly behind you because he found your walk absolutely adorable.

When he gets to hug you, that's when he feels like his heart will burst out. It's the way you snuggle your head in his chest, the way your arms are wrapped around his waist, and the warmth that instantly engulfing him when he feels your heart beating against him. Everything about this feeling is perfect. You just fitted perfectly.

His most fave thing about your height difference, is when you tip toe every time you want to kiss him. He's just standing there, the corner of his lips curving upwards displaying a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you struggling while you're trying to give him a kiss.

"You know you can lean down a bit right? I can't do all the work here" you frowned as you looked up at him. He pinched you cheek softly and traced his thumb in soft circles there.

"Yeah but you have no idea how adorable you l- ouch!" You slapped his hand.

"Now, don't make me bend your head down here by force"

"I would gladly let you love" he chuckled and you smirked as you placed your forehead on your palm, sighing.

"Enough with the teasing Riddle, now kiss me" you looked up again, waiting for his lips to finally crush on yours. He felt his heart pounding like crazy against his chest.

He laughed and instead of leaning his head down, he crouched down and scooped you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he placed one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist. Kissing you was earth-shattering. The fieeling of your soft lips locking with his, was something he has been craving for so long.

Once you pulled away, you expected him to put you down but he still held you tight against him.

"Will you put me down now?" You tried to fight back a smile as you felt his hold becoming a bit tighter, his locked on you the whole time.

"Nope, I love having you like this love" he murmured against your lips and you giggled as you once again captured your lips together in a kiss which caused your eyes to flutter close and enjoy the feeling.

Thank you for reading!!

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Crash in the dark (Sis!Reader x Sirius Black)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves, @brinex

“We will always be together.”

“What if I get sorted elsewhere. Will you still love me?”

“Nothing will make me love you less.”

Nothing. Those words faded away to the back of your mind as the sorting hat ascended down on you. You gasped, feeling the weight upon your head. The sorting hummed loud, making you grip tighter onto the chair. Your bit your lip to cope with the anxiety. From the crowd, you saw your twin sibling already sitting down. Gryffindor. The mighty house of the lion. You inhaled sharply, worried for what to come. Sirius was standing on his knees, watching you. He watched you with a deep smile.

The sorting hat was speaking but you had no ears for it. “Please Gryffindor… I need to be with my brother.” you thought, hoping it would become true. – “Gryffindor you say ey!” – the sorting hat said to you. He hummed loud, thinking. – “A mighty house but you would do great in…” – you squinted your eyes, fearing what verdict there would come. – “Slytherin!” – the sorting hat roared out. You gasped loud, opening your eyes. Your gaze fell immediately on your brother. Sirius was staring shocked at you. Professor McGonagall urged you to join your house. You got down, making your way over to the house of the snake. Over your shoulder you saw Sirius slowly sit down. Stunned and overwhelmed by the verdict.

The first crack setting in his heart. Your prefect welcomed you warmly. When the ceremony was done had you barely seen or spoken to Sirius. At night in the common room were you crying your heart out. You were supposed to be together. It was what Sirius always promised to you when you were younger. Always together no matter what. For the first time were you completely alone. A girl from your house noticed you, coming to sit on the stairs with you.

She listened to you, comforting you. – “It will all be alright.” – she said to you. You felt save when she wrapped her arm around you. – “I cried my very night too, but I promise you nothing. Nothing can break the bond of siblings. Family is forever. No matter the distance you are always bound by blood.” – you thanked her by hugging her back. She offered you to stay with her if you felt like it. You politely decline telling her you’ll be fine. That night you stared out of the window, looking up to the sky. Hoping Sirius was looking up as well.

The following days was everything strange. Sirius and you barely shared a word. His responses became shorter. He surrounded himself with amazing friends. So it went on for every year. Each year he came more distant and colder. He never spoke to you. He deliberately staid at Hogwarts so he wouldn’t have to be around you at home. At least you had Regulus by your side. It pained you to see your brother fade away from your life.

Just passing strangers in the hallways. You always looked out for him. Looking for him around every corner. Even when he distanced himself, you still wanted to see him. See him smile from afar. See him be happy with his friends. If just for a second you could imagine yourself there, it would be more than enough. He meant everything to you. In your fifth year had you become distant and cold yourself. The effect of Sirius’s absence on you. You weren’t sure if you were family. You might as well just be strangers.

Regulus and you were roaming the halls. – “You are awfully quiet?” – he said with a nudge. You only hummed faintly, letting him know you had heard him. Regulus sighed deep, taking your elbow. He pulled you aside, leading you up to a framed glass window of the black lake. – “Y/n please you can’t keep beating yourself up like this.” – you shrugged, not really caring. – “This isn’t you. Out of the three of us were you always the sunshine.” – you cracked up a tiny smile remembering it.

It infuriated your mother so much at how radiant you were. Almost unsuitable for the Black family. The honorable Black family. Regulus started to walk with you again, the hallway almost empty. – “I don’t like this empty shell of you. I want it to go away.” – you exhaled deep at the words of your brother. Since when became he the wise one. Giving such advice with care. It made you faintly smile. At least you had Regulus by your side. He never blamed you for anything. It wasn’t your choice, it never was.

You abruptly stopped seeing Sirius with Peter, James, and Remus. Gritting your teeth you felt the pain boil up. You picked up all your courage and walked over to him. Regulus staid behind, knowing this was something you had to do on your own. James and Remus stopped laughing at the sight of you. – “I need a word with my brother!” – you said. Sirius looked away. – “I have nothing to say to you!” – he answered. It only pained you more to see him act so distant and cold. – “Sirius please.” – you begged. You didn’t care how whiney you sounded but right now you just needed your brother. Remus nudged James and Peter. He motioned with his head, thinking it was perhaps better to let you have a moment. Sirius puffed loud, getting up at the leave of his friends. – “Sirius please.” – you repeated following him.

“I fear a wall has formed between us!” – you called out. – “One that I have caused stone by stone.” – Sirius turned to look away. It only fueled your tears more, seeing him react this way. – “What happened between us?” – you blinked rapidly to keep your tears at bay. – “What happened to I will love you no matter what?” – Sirius puffed loud, ridiculing the promise. – “You want to know what happened?” – Sirius shouted out. – “Yes! Explain to me why… why you are pushing me away.” – you took a step forward to him. – “You! happened.” – he screamed out, losing his temper. It took you back, sending your tears off. – “We were supposed to stay together. You and me but you choose another path.” – He started to pace around to cope with his temper. – “You think I chose for this life!” – you called out, tears streaming down your face. – “I begged the sorting hat to put me in Gryffindor. Begged, to put me with you.”

“You didn’t beg enough!” – Sirius hissed out. A sob of pain escaped your lips, making you sink to your knees. – “How… how can you say that…” – you sobbed out; your hand pressed against your aching heart. – “I fought with every strength of mine for you.” – Sirius looked away, pushing his own tears away. – “You made me lose hope.” – you lowered your head, curling up. Sirius fought so hard for his tears. – “Leaving me with nothing but broken pieces I so desperately try to fix.” – Sirius lost his balance, pressing his hand against the brick walls. - “Perhaps I have taken all the chances at love that I deserve.” – you sobbed out, your voice crackling.

Regulus couldn’t stand to watch this anymore, revealing himself. He knelt beside you, his hands resting soothingly on you. – “Sister…” – he whispered. Sirius wiped his cheeks dry. The tears he didn’t want to show had overruled him. Regulus glared at Sirius. He hated how he treated you. He slowly rose, his face pulled together from frustration. – “How dare you!” – he called out, making Sirius acknowledge him. – “Our sister is not some radical death eater!” – he yelled. – “She is still Y/n! Always has been. It is you who has changed!”

Sirius got infuriated with Regulus. Regulus’s anger only grew bigger at the hear of your cries. Your screams of heartbreak. – “If Y/n breaks I will never forgive you!” – Regulus shouted, wanting to make it clear to his brother that his actions had serious consequences. – “You will lose her and my loyalty, brother.” – Sirius was about to throw hands at him when you called out to Regulus. Sirius’s clenched hand trembled near his body. It trembled with rage and jealousy when Regulus returned to you. It infuriated him that you called out to Regulus but not him. Your own twin. Your other half. Regulus helped you up to your feet.

Your tears dried up against your skin. He whispered calming words to you, supporting your body. You slowly let your eyes go up to Sirius. – “I did everything I could to reach you. The rift between us is because of you!” – You said with a clenched expression. – “Sooner or later you’ll understand the downfall from it.” – Sirius felt an urge to step forwards. To reach for you and take your hand. To become whole again. To mend what was broken but he pushed it back. You held Regulus’s hand strong. – “Don’t ever think about coming home for there is none for you… not anymore.” – With those words turned you around, giving him the cold shoulder. Regulus walked away with you. Once you were around the corner sunk Sirius to his knees. Sobbing loud at the loss.

He never wanted it to come this far but it happened. His grudges lead him to disown the only thing he cared for. His dearest sister. Now he was left with nothing. He truly had nothing now. A lost sheep of the Black family. He always feared the monsters it never occurred to him that the monster he feared was him. It was only a matter of perspective. – “I’m sorry…” – he sputtered out, drowning on his tears. – “I’m sorry Y/n…”

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