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They're all happy. Hopefully they stay that way..😌
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Sirius: I desire moisture.
Remus: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.
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Sirius Black is emotionally and academically intelligent
To celebrate the start of Scorpio season and in honour of our bestie, I have planned 3 metas about what I think are common misconceptions around his character. And here is number 2.
A common mischaracterisation of him is that he’s not very clever and when at school he needs to copy homework from other people.
1.0 Sirius at school
When recounting Sirius’s school days, several characters mention how clever/brilliant he was. In particular, queen Mcgonagall says:
‘ Precisely,” said Professor McGonagall. “Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course — exceptionally bright, in fact.’ PoA
McGonagall never gives praise lightly and in fact at this moment she thinks Sirius is a mass murderer. Even when she appears to be fond of a student, she’s very realistic about their academic ability and in HBP she says the following to Neville,
‘“But the problem is Transfiguration. I’m sorry, Longbottom, but an Acceptable’ really isn’t good enough to continue to N.E.W.T level. I just don’t think you’d be able to cope with the coursework.” HBP
So calling Sirius and James, ‘exceptionally bright,' is not Hyperbole.
Furthermore, during the fire-call Remus says,
“Look, Harry, what you’ve got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did — everyone thought they were the height of cool — if they sometimes got a bit carried away . ” OoTP
Yes Remus is a biased source, but it can be strongly inferred that Sirius was indeed a very high-achieving student, even if his behavioural record had much to be desired.
Also quick note- these dorks enjoyed amateur cartography ‘height of cool,’ is a little strong.
2.0 Sirius is arrogant about his intellect
This view of his intellect is also held by Sirius himself and this is demonstrated by several things during Snape’s Worst Memory:
He’s long finished his OWL exam and is just sitting there looking hot.
“Well, I thought that paper was a piece of cake,” he heard Sirius say. “I’ll be surprised if I don’t get Outstanding on it at least.” - homeboy is so confident that he thinks the exam board might make a new grade for him
He doesn’t need to read the transfiguration book, not because he’s barely literature and only cares about his hair, but because,
“I don’t need to look at that rubbish, I know it all.”
Indeed, Sirius is so sure of his own intelligence that he attempts to outsmart Voldemort and James trusts him to do that. I know some of this trust is rooted in their bond as brothers, but James must have had to greatly respect Sirius’s intelligence to risk the lives of his wife and child.
3.0 Sirius Post-Azkaban
Sirius is still very clever, despite having been in prison for 12 years and being in various states of starvation and mental ill health:
In PoA He conjures manacles with another wizard’s wand, despite being 13 years out of practice.
In GoF he immediately recognises that Harry’s scar hurting is a bad sign,
‘ I’m flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again.’ GoF (this quote also ties in with my previous meta about him being a mature guardian).
He remembers how to deal with dragons, despite having probably not opened a book during his 12 years in Azkaban and one year living rough,
‘I was going to suggest a Conjunctivitis Curse, as a dragon’s eyes are its weakest point.’ GoF
He pieces the majority of the plot together, while half-starved in a cave and scrounging newspapers. Indeed, he is frustrated at himself for not being able to fully figure it out:
‘Sirius stared at the cave wall, then made a grimace of frustration.’ GoF
He understands Priori Incantatem immediately,
‘.....The Reverse Spell effect?” said Sirius sharply.’ GoF
In OoTP he studies his hand with interest (which is a nice nod to his curiosity) when he gets bitten by something and immediately fixes it,
‘ Sirius sustained a bad bite from a silver snuffbox; within seconds, his bitten hand had developed an unpleasant crusty covering like a tough brown glove.
“It’s okay,” he said, examining the hand with interest before tapping it lightly with his wand and restoring its skin to normal, “must be Wartcap powder in there.' OoTP
He heals the injury that Kreacher inflicts on Buckbeak
Despite being 13-14 years out of practice, he easily matches with some of the ‘best’ death eaters,
‘Now Sirius and Dolohov were dueling, their wands flashing like swords, sparks flying from their wand tips. ’ OoTP
Dumbledore describes him as,
' A brave, energetic and clever man.’
4.0 Sirius is also emotionally intelligent
Sirius understands emotions and is able to verbalise them. One of the key scenes that demonstrate both his emotional and intellectual intelligence, is the scene in the Shrieking shack where he is describing how he survived Azkaban,
‘ I don’t know how I did it,” he said slowly. “I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn’t a happy thought, so the dementors couldn’t suck it out of me’
In this quote, he is demonstrating an understanding of the nuances of his emotions. Because yes he is innocent, but it’s not a happy thought because James, Lilly and 12 muggles are dead. So he understands that it’s not a thought that can bring him joy or hope, but a thought that has enough nuance to also not be bad.
' so when it all became . . . too much ... I could transform in my cell . . . become a dog.’
In this quote, he’s showing awareness of his mental limits and he also shows this during OoTP when he withdraws during his more intense periods.
‘ Dementors can’t see, you know. ...” He swallowed. “They feel their way toward people by feeding off their emotions. ... ‘
Here he is showing his intellect and how well he understands how Dementors work. And both types of intelligent merge in the next part of the quote,
‘ They could tell that my feelings were less — less human, less complex when I was a dog.’
He clearly understands the nuance and degrees of feelings and how some feelings are more surface level whereas others have caveats.
During the rest of the series, he shows his emotional intelligence in numerous ways,
By providing Harry the Hogsmeade slip and allowing Harry to feel like a normal child who has a guardian who cares for him.
During GoF, he allows Harry to talk despite having broken into a house and needing to talk to Harry about the task,
‘ I’m — ” For a second, Harry tried to say “fine” — but he couldn’t do it. Before he could stop himself, he was talking more than he’d talked in days. ’ GoF
And to be a good listener, you have to be emotionally intelligent.
3. He sends Harry a muddy pawprint as a good luck gift for the last task as he understands that Harry appreciates knowing that he’s thinking of him.
4.On the dark side of this, he’s able to deliver such cutting insults because he understands people so well. This is demonstrated by IMO is the only time he’s a bad godfather and I will never defend him for this,
‘You’re less like your father than I thought,’ He said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. ‘ The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.’ OoTP
Here Sirius is demonstrating his understanding of how much Harry’s masculinity is rooted in his idealisation of James, so he goes for it.
In conclusion, Sirius Black is cannonically very emotionally and intellectually intelligent.
Note: I am happy to have a debate about this, but any ranting/abuse will be ignored :D
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Marauders Era as Arthur memes
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Sirius: This tea tastes like shit
James: Remus made that tea
Sirius: *Drinks it all in one gulp* Amazing, wonderful. The best goddamn tea I've ever had. Remus is so amazing. He makes the best tea. I'm so proud of my boyfriend. The best ever. He will make a wonderful husband. A+ tea
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[sirius and regulus loose nymphadora while babysitting her]
muggle police: well what does your niece look like
regulus: good question
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Sirius: Hey my brother has this exact same jacket!
James: Uh really?
Sirius: Yeah, but his has a stain right her- *sees the exact same stain*
James: Um, what a coincidence?
Sirius: What a coincidence
Sirius: You know I gotta kill you now right?
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Can I ask for some fluff with james? Maybe they're in the common room and james just accidentally says he loves reader? love your works 💝
summary: james blurts out how much he loves you, but things turn awkward for a second.
warnings: none really
pairing: james potter x fem!reader
a/n: thanks for requesting bby! hope you like this <3 this may be my least favourite thing I've written :/idk
You were lying lazily in the Gryffindor common room, your back slumped against the couch and your feet propped on the coffee table on front of you. James Potter, your best friend had his head on your lap. Your fingers scratched his scalp and he hummed softly. His fingers were fiddling with a colored piece of paper, slowly folding it with frustration.
"One more crease and you'll ruin that paper, James." You say with a laugh, hands still buried in his gorgeous head of hair.
In truth, your stomach was filled with every feeling of flutter at the moment. Having James lay his head on you while you touched the part of him he never let anyone touch. You felt special, just like everytime you spent time with him. Never had he made you feel any less than you deserved.
"Right, whatever. Like you can do any better." He shot at you, his head turning up so he could see right to your eyes.
"Hm. Alright. Give me one." You agreed while nodding, extending your hand so he could give you a green piece of squared paper.
James watched you intently, still placed with content on your lap. He loved how warm you were, how his own cheeks seemed to flush just by the look you gave him or when you touched him. Maybe you didn't notice it, because James had looked at you for years and you never paid much attention to it.
"You're supposed to fold all sides evenly first." He said with a steady gaze on you, his hair brushed the sliver of skin your shirt opened at.
"Uh yeah, I'm pretty sure I know how this works." You smile with a nervous laugh. You could tell that James knew what he was doing, looking at you with those devilish eyes that hel so many secrets.
His voice reverberated through your body, his head pressing at the angle where your stomach was. You felt a little self-conscious that he was grazing his head on the swell of your stomach. You only smile at him though, folding the paper as you remember the process in your brain.
James never takes his eyes off you, casually fluffing up his black hair and making your heart skip a few beats."Stop staring." You comment, lifting your leg so that it kicked his back lightly. James chuckled, a hand going to grip one leg and keep it still in place.
"Can't help it." He says so easily, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could even get ahold of himself. Then right after he says it, his face flushes and you bite your lip.
Because at the moment, he looked purely angelic. His lips so plump and pink and you wanted to plant yours to his in quick motion. You wanted to grip his shoulders and have him kiss you until you felt dizzy in his arms.
You laugh at his comment, trying hard to fan the red from your face. It looked like James was trying to do the same, like he was thinking the same thing as you.
"Shut up, Potter. I'm trying to focus here." You tell him, shoving his shoulder lightly, James slumps against your legs now. He enjoys himself, takes the time to look at you. Really just look at you.
You're aware that he's currently burning holes at your face, you try to fight the blush or the bite that you would grip to your lips.
James stares at your face, he imagines his fingers caressing your cheeks— probably feeling so soft and warm against his skin. Then he looks at your hair, the beautiful color reflecting on the dim light. James notices that wherever you seem to be, never do you look bland or plain. He thought you looked good in every lighting, every time.
Your fingers fold the paper up, finishing up the last bits of the paper crane. You smirk at James, making small eye contact and seeing his eyes roll back.
"Mmm, no. No, no. How did this happen?" He asks you with a dumbfounded expression.
"Jamie," You empathize, slipping a hand on his head and pushing the black kinks away from his forehead. "You simply need to pay attention to the instructions." You raise your eyebrows and curve your lips upwards into a smile.
His eyes don't move from you, puffing out a heavy breath as he leans impossibly closer to you. Just then, he leans his body up and moves his head from your lap. His mouth opened then closed, like he didn't know what else to say to you.
Then he leans his forehead against yours, "God, I love you." His words cracked slightly and his voice spilled with uncertainty. It was a moments decision for James, "Do I tell her, do I tell her?". But his mind fought over it for a long time and he just blurted it out on accident.
Your lips parted and you glanced at James. But you seem to be quite frozen as well, your lips not wanting to open and say something to him. James recovered from the small shock, after seeing your face and looking at the expression— he wasn't sure you wanted him to utter those words at all.
He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence with a nervous laugh, "Heh, that was— an accident. It's not like I—" He continued the laughter, sounding more creepy when he tried to laugh it off.
"An accident?" You ask him, raising your brows and chuckling at how confused and nervous he was. "You told me you loved me on accident?" You laugh genuinely.
His left hand reached to scratch his scalp, a crooked smile spreading on his face. "Well what do you want me to say?" He almost screeches, voice shrill. "You froze up when I said it so I just tried to play it off as like a—"
"James." You say, licking your lips and reaching a hand so that your palm rested on his cheek. "You love me." You stated, grinning at him so wide.
James nods, his other hand going to your hair, twirling the long strands against his fingers. "Yes. That I do."
"I think it's only fair that we kiss, yeah?" You ask him confidently, leaning closer to his face. Your hands move to his shoulders, gripping tightly as James puts one hand on your cheek and the other still twirling with your hair.
James doesn't need to be told twice when those words come out your mouth. He immediately closes his eyes, long lashes looking so beautiful to you. Then he planted his lips on yours, pressing roughly. You kiss back, with such energy because you've been waiting for this. You've been waiting for him to do this for forever.
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Remus: What are you going to dress up as for the Halloween party?
Sirius: I am going to be a handsome prince who catches the attention of every lady but yet *dramatic cue* does not feel fulfilled with any of them. Yet he needs to marry to continue the kingdom and-
Remus: So you’re going as yourself then?
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James: Any chance that's for me?
Sirius: It's for Remus. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.
James: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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Lily : What does Remus love ?
James : His books.
Peter : And chocolates.
Sirius : Once, we bought him a book about chocolates and he almost collapsed from the excitement.
Remus : I hate you all
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Roommates (Sirius Black)
Word Count: 1.0k
Summary: Your roommate Sirius is tired of hearing about your terrible first dates. What if he knew how to solve your problem?
Notes: No major warnings, mentions of drinking wine. No reader pronouns, but reader wears feminine clothing. Super sweet ending!
Being Sirius Black’s roommate wasn’t something you had planned.
After Hogwarts, Lily and James moved in together and Remus found a peaceful cottage tucked away in the woods. With the rest of your friends settled down, you spent months in search of the perfect place to live.
What you found was the spare bedroom of Sirius’ luxurious flat. He had offered you the room at an unbelievably low rate, claiming that your company was more than enough payment for your stay.
Living with Sirius meant that every day brought new experiences. The apartment was in the middle of muggle London and Sirius was eager to explore the sights, often dragging you alongside him to witness the spectacles of muggle entertainment.
Even though you hadn’t expected to find yourself here, you were more than happy in your current situation. The friendship between yourself and Sirius had blossomed into something beautiful, and you couldn’t imagine being without his constant presence.
On weekdays, you would come home to a nice dinner and a bottle of expensive wine as if every evening was a celebration. Vacations were spent on exotic outings and visiting friends, always with the company of your raven-haired counterpart.
The only part of your life that you had kept separate from Sirius was your dating life. You were quiet about the less-than-ideal dates that you went on, knowing that Sirius would have his share of taunting commentary about your experiences.
After a particularly disastrous date, you had broken down and shared the details with your roommate, glad to have him as a confidante. Sirius, in his natural manner, had made you feel much better about your ruined evening.
Now, you looked forward to coming home to Sirius and sharing your stories with him. He was never one to criticize your bad taste, instead focusing on the humor behind the blunders of the evening.
This weekend had been no different from the last, or the one before that. You had left for a date early in the evening, hope glimmering in your eyes, just to return a few hours later wearing a jaded expression and a scowl.
Sirius had been waiting in the living room, glass of wine in hand and smirk pulling at his lips. His feet were propped on the coffee table, free hand idly tapping his thigh as if he had nothing better to do than gossip about his old classmates and their idiosyncrasies. At the sound of the front door opening, he turned to greet you with a sly grin.
“So,” he began, dropping his feet to the floor and sitting forward on the couch. “How did it go?”
You stood in the entryway, quickly removing your outerwear. With one hand freeing your ankle from the confines of your strapped heel, you answered.
“Did you know that Prewitt collects beetles?”
“No,” Sirius answered quizzically, his features scrunched in amusement as you abandoned your shoes by the door and made your way across the apartment.
“Neither did I,” you huffed, falling next to him on the sofa. “He brought them to the restaurant and tried to prank the waiter.”
You could hear Sirius guffaw beside you, and you groaned at the memory replaying in your mind.
Once he’d settled, Sirius took another sip of his wine, choking it down to hide his amusement.
“Guess you won’t be seeing him again, then.”
You dismissed his statement with a wave of your hand. “At this point, I’ll be going on first dates forever.”
For one reason or another, all of your dates had turned sour. If it wasn’t a prank gone wrong, it was a dismissive state of boredom or a domineering counterpart who barely let you speak.
“Maybe I could learn to live with Prewitt’s beetles,” you spoke with a sigh.
Sirius scoffed at your suggestion. “You don’t have to be with Prewitt when there’s a million better options out there.”
Sliding the half-empty wine glass from his hand into yours, you rolled your eyes at his statement. “I’ve been on a million dates already. Who else is left?”
“Well,” Sirius said, turning so that he faced you entirely. “Let me think for a moment.”
You sipped at what was left of Sirius’ wine, wondering if you had enough time to open another bottle before he managed to pull a name from his mind.
Just before you moved to stand, Sirius’ eyes lit up, a smile growing at his revelation.
“I’ve got it. You should just date me.”
You stared at him incredulously, waiting for the punchline that would surely follow such a statement. When Sirius failed to break out into his usual euphonious laughter, you realized that he wasn’t joking.
“You’re serious?” you asked, throwing your hand up to stop him before he could comment on your choice of words.
“I mean, you’re being sincere?”
“Of course, I am,” he said. “Think about it – you’re attractive, you’re clever, and you’re my best friend.”
You silently awed at his answer, having never realized how close the two of you had grown in your time living together.
“You deserve someone charming, rugged, handsome,” he continued, hand placed over his chest in a proud gesture.
His hand came down to rest on your knee, an act of affection that was common between the two of you. Sirius did make a good point – you got along well, and there was no question of your compatibility.
“You want to take me on a date?” you asked dubiously, intertwining your fingers with his, finding comfort in the way your hands fit together so well.
He nodded, scooting forward so that his knees were touching yours. “I’d show you how a date is supposed to go. Take you out to dinner, compliment your dress, keep my ogling stares to a minimum.”
You giggled at his banter, lowering your gaze to your interlocked hands. Loving Sirius came naturally, like you were fated to spend your days by his side. Maybe you hadn’t noticed before because you were busy being his friend, but part of you had always known that you’d find your way here.
“One date,” he spoke, breaking you from your thoughts. “If you don’t have fun, we can come back home and make jokes like it was any other sod who missed their chance with you.”
You didn’t have to think about what to say next, your answer was in his piercing, sincere gaze.
“Okay,” you replied. “Let’s go on a date.”
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How you started dating Regulus black headcanons
(picture is mine)
(warnings: mention of stress, no reader gender was mentioned and let me know if i missed anything)
you two met on the hogwarts express when his compartment was empty
he didn't really say anything the entire ride his nose was scrunched up in a book
it was kinda awkward too since you know Regulus Black was the seeker for the slytherin team the least he could do is that to brag
but that wasn't the case to him he didn't like to talk about himself at all
it was hard knowing him since he always bottled up his feelings
he was reserved too and kept everything for himself
you really didn't see him alot with people he was mostly alone or in the common room talking with Barty
you were surprised that he was Sirius' little brother since their personalities are so different but again not all people have to be the same
you were curious to get to know him so you made small efforts by sitting next to him during breakfast and lunch
asking him about what was written ont he board even though your vision was perfectly fine
"what is that? the second word on the third line?"
his answers were always short and you didn't get to know him at all
but you have picked up few things from looking at him
like how he tensed up every morning when the owls dropped the letters
sometimes he'd pace around when he's reading the letter, and usually on those times he'd be pacing around that day alot
how he always have to keep himself occupied, whether is playing with his fingers or fixing his already perfect hair or crossing his arms
Christmas breaks came soon enough which it happens when you had to stay in school for Christmas while everyone got to spent it home
you were surprised to see Regulus wasn't home either
you sat down next to him, keeping some space for another person to sit next to you which made him look up
it took you alot of time to figure out why he wasn't home
and it took you so much time to let him open up to you
you learned that he didn't usually trust alot of people
and he was always stressing about his parents scolding him
he tried his best to make them proud which it was so exhausting for him
you found out that he was actually sweet, you found out what he liked and disliked
he owned a Black cat and named it celeste and it never leaves his side
it was cute
he liked sitting out on the grass near the black lake which you found yourself appreciating that more
his favorite class was Potions and astronomy
he'd point out at the stars constellation for you
and little by little he opened up for you
telling you all about his family and what they did to his older brother
you felt bad for him
you took his hand and squeezed it assuringly
he wasn't familiar with affection at all since he didn't grew up with loving family
he felt something strange for yoy that he didn't feel it before
he'd find himself gazing into your eyes
or watching how your body moves from across the room
he wanted to know what is it that you did that caused him to fell that way
which made you chuckle
Regulus Black has officially caught feelings for someone and it was you
you were over the moon with it cause you shared the same feelings with him
he was nervous at first with everything
he didn't like PDA in public
the most he would do is to hold your hand under the table
or at night where he'd have his head resting on your chest in your dorm, away from his roommates
he didn't know how to comfort you so he'd buy you a gift instead
when all you wanted was a bit of comfort but you knew this was his way to comfort you
you didn't need the gifts so you told him to stop spending his money on you
which he didn't stop
he had hard time expressing his feelings
it was surprising to find out that Regulus' love language is touch
he liked just touching you
holding your hand
or your fingers being locked together while walking
he enjoyed kissing you on the neck alot
he sometimes can be insecure
like he would think he's not enough for you and you deserved someone better
which you assured him that's there's no one else you'd rather be instead of him
you noticed how he was more stressed than usual on a specific week
you thought maybe his parents sent him a disturbing letter but he didn't had any that you have seen him recieve
so you asked if anything was alright, if he needed comfort
which you would never have guessed what his response was
"y/n i love you"
"i love you too Reggie"
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Werewolves of London
Pairing: Marauders x demigod!Reader (Platonic)
Summary: Reader is one of the marauder's best friends, but they aren't completely honest with her. One night, she follows them on their escapades and discovers what they have been hiding.
Note: Yeah, this is a PJO/HP crossover. Reader is a child of Hades. I always wanted to write one, so here you go. I may have tweaked some canon information so it's not entirely accurate, but hey, it's fanfiction.
"Come on, we're gonna be late."
"Shut up you twat. You'll wake somebody."
You shifted slightly on the couch where you had apparently fallen asleep. Four figures were trying, and failing, to cross the common room as quietly as possible.
"Shit, there's somebody on the couch." Sirius' s voice echoed in the darkness.
"Shhh" someone hissed back.
"Can it, Peter."
It was clear to you who these figures were. The Marauders. Your best friends since first year. Well, until they began sneaking around and hiding from you. For a moment you debated sitting up and asking them where the hell they were going. This was the third time you had seen them trying to sneak out. No, today you were going to follow them. The lying and secrecy had to come to an end.
"It's okay. It's only (y/n). You know she sleeps like a rock. Come on"
The four boys crept to the door and clambered through the portrait hole. As soon as they were out of sight you went back into your dorm. Quietly, as to not wake your dorm mates, you went to your dresser and pulled out the necklace hidden under your socks. It was a simple leather chain with six clay beads strung on it. Each bead symbolizing a summer spent at Camp Half Blood. In addition to the clay beads, there was a small bronze and silver charm engraved with the symbol of Hades, the helm of darkness. The charm had been a gift from the god himself and morphed into a sword with a bronze and silver blade (Kinda like Luke's only with silver instead of steel). Carefully you tied the leather band around your neck and looked out the window. The four boys were walking across the castle grounds, towards the whomping willow.
'What on earth do they want to do at the willow?' you thought as you quickly pulled on some shoes. Soon you were running through the deserted halls of the castle and the main doors came into sight. Finally you made it outside, but the grounds were deserted. No marauders in sight. Suddenly, a small movement at the edge of the Forbidden Forest caught your eye. Three dark figures were moving quickly through the trees at the edge before diving into the thicket. It was too dark to tell, but something told you that this was what you had been looking for, and you started running again, this time towards the forest.
As you reached the edge of the trees, you began to slow. Quietly you crept through the dark forest after your friends. The tall trees and the whispering breeze reminded you of the forest back at camp. Not the best memory for this occasion. The woods at camp were filled with all sorts of monsters that you didn't want to cross alone at night. Suddenly a distressed howl cut through the air. Your hand moved to the pendant around your neck, where the weapon was concealed. You looked around for the path but there was nothing but tall trees and thick shrubs around. Perfect conditions for a monster ambush. You stood still for a while, listening for further howls, but nothing came.
There was a strange feeling in your gut, the feeling that someone, or something was watching you. You turned around but there was nothing there. Every nerve in your body told you to run, but you resisted. There was something in this forest that shouldn't be in here, and you weren't about to leave your friends alone now.
Suddenly a branch cracked behind you and you spun around. The shrubs rustled and a shiver ran down your spine. A gigantic figure emerged from the brush. It looked like a wolf but much larger. It's limbs vaguely reminded you of a human's, and its eyes glowed fiery red. A werewolf. One of those horrible creatures that had been hunting you since you insulted their king.
"Lycaon" you hissed and drew your blade, "Sending your minions after me again, are you?"
The werewolf growled and lunged. You slashed your blade and the monster leapt backwards, as if it had never seen a sword before. Its shock didn't last long though, and it leaped at you again. Using the old tuck 'n roll, you dodged and tried to attack it from behind but the creature jumped aside. This werewolf seemed smaller than the others you had fought before, smarter too. It began circling slowly, but just as it was about to attack again, a huge stag and a shaggy black dog crashed through the bushes. With lowered antlers, the stag charged at the monster, forcing it backwards. Meanwhile, the dog leaped at you and grabbed hold of your sleeve, knocking your sword out of your hand. It began dragging you away from the wolf and the deer, who were now locked in combat, the wolf desperately trying to get past the stag. With another strong tug, the black dog managed to pull you into the trees and out of sight. Trying to yank your sleeve from the animal's maw, you stumbled along clumsily.
'Six years of monster training and I get abducted by a puppy,' you thought to yourself, 'Nice going (y/n).'
Finally, as you reached the edge of the forest, the canine relinquished its hold on your arm. The dog stepped backwards and its body began to melt into that of a very familiar boy.
"Sirius? What the fuck is going on here?" you snarled.
"I could ask you the same thing. And why do you have a bloody sword?" he shot back.
"Well, I asked first. And I think you turning into a dog is a little stranger than me having a sword."
"Look, (y/n), I promise I'll explain tomorrow, but you can't be here right now. It's much too dangerous. Go back to the castle, and please don't tell anyone what happened until I explain."
"You'd better not be thinking of going back in there, Siri. We need to tell Dumbledore or..."
"NO!" he yelled, and then added quietly, "anything but that (y/n)."
"Then at least tell me why you're a dog." you demanded.
"I'm an animagus. James and Peter are too." he admitted.
"Didn't McGonagall say becoming one is super hard, and not to mention illegal for underage wizards?"
"You won't rat us out, will you?"
"Of course not. Is that why you didn't tell me?"
"Yep. That's why." he said quickly.
Sirius was a horrible liar, and you knew that that wasn't the full truth. Another howl echoed through the night, but it sounded far off. Sirius jerked his head towards the woods, a worried look on his face. You tapped your pendant and with a small flash of light, your sword reappeared at your feet. Sirius took a step back as you picked it up.
"You just carry that around with you?" He asked from a safe distance.
"Why?" he asked.
"It's for fighting monsters." You said simply. He had told you he was an animagus, and you owed him your own confession.
"You know, like your standard hellhounds, telkhines, harpies, or if you're unlucky you'll run into the Kindly Ones, or maybe a hydra or two."
"What? Those things don't even exist (y/n). They're Greek legends."
"Yeah well, there's always some truth behind a myth, Sirius."
"I still don't get it." He said.
There was no point in eloquently disguising it anymore. So you said, "Greek gods and monsters are real."
"How would you know if the gods are real?"
"Cause' Hades is my dad."
Sirius burst into laughter. He laughed so hard he was in tears by the time he finally calmed down.
"Hades is your dad. Oh you're too funny (y/n)."
"I'm not joking."
He looked up at your face, which remained completely serious.
"I'm a demigod. Half god, half mortal," you explained, "Monsters follow me because they hold grudges against the gods or other demigods. That's why I have a sword. To defend myself."
Sirius stared at you dumbfounded.
"That's also why there's a lycanthrope in the forest. I pissed off the king of werewolves, Lycaon, a couple years ago and he keeps sending his followers after me. I didn't think they'd reach me here though." You continued.
"Now that's not entirely true..." Sirius began, but trailed off.
"What do you mean?" You asked, confused.
"The werewolf in there isn't a follower of Lya-Lycnon or whatever his name is."
You paused, just now aware that the others weren't here.
"Wait. Where are James, Remus and Peter?"
Sirius was silent.
"You... you were the dog... which probably means that the others... James the deer, wasn't he? The stag was still wearing glasses."
He nodded. "Yeah, and Peter's a rat. Literally, not figuratively."
The pieces began falling together. All the late night excursions, that stupid nickname "Moony" that James and Sirius had given him, the monthly absences to go 'visit his sick mother', the scars that seemed to multiply after the moon... it couldn't be.
"And you said that only James and Peter were animagi. Which would mean... No. Remus is... no way."
You looked back at Sirius who neither confirmed nor denied your suspicions.
You punched him in the arm. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?!"
"It wasn't my place," Sirius said, "Anyway, Remus wasn't the only one keeping secrets. Why didn't you tell us you're a demigod?"
"I thought it was better you didn't know. Once you know what's out there, you start seeing it. Monsters are usually hidden from mortals, but you wizards are different. Dumbledore said that once you know monsters exist, you can see them, and interact with them. I didn't want to put you through that."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you."
"No, it's better now that I know. Spells work against Greek monsters right? I can help fight them. If you tell the others, we'll have a small army to..."
Now it was your turn to laugh at his enthusiasm for fighting monsters. Of course he would react like this. This was Sirius you were talking about. James would probably say the same thing.
"Why are you laughing (y/n)? I'm being serious here."
I couldn't resist, "Aren't you always Sirius?"
"Very funny Ghosty," he said.
"Is that the best you've got?"
Sirius was about to reply with what was probably a list full of hilarious death related nicknames, but just then, a stag burst through the bushes and transformed into James Potter.
"Mate, I need your help. We've got to get him back to the shack. Peter said he saw Hagrid coming- Oh, hi (y/n)"
"Does she know?" James asked, looking at Sirius who nodded.
"Can I help?" You asked, "I can distract Hagrid."
"Yes, please. Thank you."James said, "Come on Pads. Let's go."
"See ya Bones," Sirius said.
James gave the other boy a confused look but then they both shifted into their animal form again and took off into the bushes.
(Time skip brought to you by Bertie Botts Beans)
Four people crowded around one of the beds in the hospital room whilst Madame Pomfrey bustled around her office.
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner (y/n)." Remus apologized.
"I'll forgive you, if you forgive me for nearly murdering you in there."
"You're joking right? I was the one who nearly killed you."
"Yeah right." You scoffed.
"No, I'm serious."
"Don't flatter yourself Re."
"It's truly a sign of friendship when you're arguing about who nearly killed the other, and I'd hate to interrupt this bonding experience. But I fear that class is starting soon and if we don't want a week's worth of detention we should get going now." James said, cutting into what was shaping up to be a lively debate.
"Potters right. You four should better run along now. Remus needs rest and you three can't afford to lose more house points." Madame Pomfre said from behind.
"Yes ma'am" Sirius said and saluted.
"Bye" James called to Remus and started towards the exit.
"I'll bring you the homework this afternoon" you called back and followed the others.
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Sirius (excited): Yeah I sent his greasy ass to the whomping willow! This is going to the greatest prank of all time!
James (slowly processing): You did what now?
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Across the Sea
Regulus Black x fem!reader
Summary: Regulus is determined to make things right, even if it means he have to sacrifice himself. You’re not going to let him. | angst
[pre-established relationship, mentions of death, self-hate, etc]
requested by anon | masterlist
Regulus was always on alert, as if any second something would explode. Each word he said sounded like he had it scripted. You would worry, but you knew what was going on. The question remained, would he tell you he joined the death eaters or would you have to confront him yourself?
He prided himself on being a good liar, and you prided yourself on knowing his lies. Which is why when he said he had to go to the Malfoy Manor for a private party, you decided you had enough.
“Party? Perfect, I always wanted to wear my beige evening gown somewhere!” You said pleasantly.
“It’s not that kind of party, and you’re kind of not invited,” Regulus said apologetically, picking up his coat and pressing a kiss against your forehead.
“Why not? I know Lucius doesn’t like me, but Narcissa is nice,” you stood up from your chair, your eyes daring.
He frowned. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.”
“We’ll talk about this now.” All the fake politeness had removed itself from your voice.
“I’m late,” He walked off, but the door closed by itself, locking him in. He turned to see your wand was out.
A part of him said to come clean now, while he still had time to apologize. You couldn't be this angry just because you can’t go to a party, right? You must know the truth.
“The death eaters can wait,” you snapped, and he paled under your hurt expression.
He took a deep breath in. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”
“Because I thought I was important enough for you to tell me yourself!” You took a step forwards. “Sorry for thinking you’d give me an explanation first!”
“That’s where you went wrong, Y/N. There is no explanation, I’m a death eater,” Regulus started yelling. “And that’s it. End of story. I’m not the good person you made me out to be. I’m not in your side, and I’ll never be.”
“If that were true, you would have killed me by now.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“I’m not exactly pureblood and you know it. If you’re in the death eaters side because you thought people like me are thieves of magic, why wouldn't you have killed me by now?”
He remained impassive. You strode over to him and pulled his sleeve up, exposing the dark mark. A pang of anger hit you in the chest but you kept yourself controlled.
“Did you not yell out when you got the mark?” You asked softly, ashamed at the tears appearing in your eyes. “Didn’t you feel like you’d rather do anything in this world than be something you never wanted to be? Didn’t you hate yourself?”
“Hating myself wasn’t a new feeling.”
“How do you think it is to love someone who hates himself?”
“You tell me.”
“The man I loved wasn’t like this,” the words were out of you before you could stop them. The anger in his eyes died out instantly, and the hurt on his face went as quick as it came.
“When I come back,” he said in a quiet fury, “you better not be here.”
But he was off, not even bothering to slam the door on your face. He disapparated on the spot, and with that vanished the Regulus you thought you knew.
A cup of tea was perfect in late evenings, but the warm feeling felt strange in your throat. You didn’t trust anything nowadays, not after you left his house with everything you owned. Even the tea you brewed felt like it might be poison.
The outside world seemed to be filled with dementors and despair, and all the muggles thought a storm was coming. You wondered how they’d react if they knew they were already in the middle of one, and that they can’t escape.
Your owl flew through the open window and perched on your shoulder, holding out a small card. You offered a smile in gratitude and took it.
Two words were written in ink on one side - Horace Slughorn.
You instantly turned it over, wondering why your Potions professor wrote you a letter. Surely he was okay?
Even before you finished the letter, you were standing up. You threw the paper to the fireplace, watching it burn and making sure the words were ashes. Then, picking up your jacket, you ran outside to catch the Knight Bus.
Your voice made him freeze in shock, and he turned to you like you were a ghost.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, instantly blocking your view to the bag he was packing.
“Your mother wasn't home and Kreacher likes me for some reason,” you acted as if he didn't look suspicious. In reality, over the two weeks, he had changed a lot. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messier than ever and his skin was too pale. He may have reacted like you were a ghost but he was the one who resembled a wandering spirit.
You wanted nothing more than scold him on being so harsh on himself but you stood your ground, following the plan you had in mind.
“I thought you’d live on our- your house alone.” You said hesitantly. “Why did you come back here?”
“That house was just for the two of us.” He said, annoyed. “I figured if I was going to be alone, I’d come back here. Both feels the same anyway.”
“You were the one who asked me to get out.” You said defensively.
“I also thought I implied you must stay away from me.”
“I was planning on it, but then I got an interesting letter from Horace.”
His eyes became guarded.
“Don’t do it, Reg,” you whispered, your eyes falling on the bag he was packing — the one overpouring with random books and food.
He sighed, gave up, and sat down on the bed
“It’s a long way across the sea, I didn’t want to be bored.” He answered, nodding towards the bag.
“Don’t do it,” you repeated louder.
“It’s not your call.”
“It’s not yours either!”
“I know the risks-” he stopped when he saw the tears falling down your face. Even then, you didn't look sad but determined. You grabbed his hand and sat down beside him.
“What are you doing?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Making sure you don’t leave. If you’re disapparating, you are taking me with you.”
He tried to shake off your hand but your grip was tight.
“This isn’t funny,” he said sharply.
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” You retorted just as fast. “Instead of going on a suicide mission, don’t you think you should stop and think? Make another plan?’
“There is no other plan.”
“Regulus, by killing yourself, what are you trying to prove?”
“What do you think would happen if you did go through it?” With your other hand, you took off his locket before he could protest, the one you knew he was planning to use in his mission.
“Give it back, L/N,” he said with his teeth clenched.
“No,” you held it above your head, and he stood up, trying to grab it. You moved it to the left, standing up with him so that the hold on his hand remained the same.
He tried to snatch it again, but you moved your hand out of his way.
“Y/N, stop it, give it back-”
“No!” You threw it to the corner of the room, and when he tried to move, you tugged him back.
“Let me go, for fuck’s sake.” He wasn’t fighting too much, you knew it. He was close to giving up.
“You let me go, because you were too much of a coward to hold on,” you said angrily. “I’m not doing the same with you.”
“ISN’T ANY OF THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?” He yelled, almost close to crying. “Didn't you say I was good? You’d rather have me be a death eater instead?”
“I’d rather have you alive!”
“Maybe I don’t want to be alive!”
He broke down then, tears streaming down his face and his heart pounding against his chest.
He didn’t want you to keep staring at him while he was vulnerable, so he crashed his lips against yours, feeling his heart speed up at the familiar soft touch.
Your hands climbed up to his hair, kissing him back fiercely, your bodies close as it was physically possible.
“I’m so tired,” he whispered between the kisses, his lips always finding yours even though his eyes were closed. He softly pushed you to the bed, but while you waited for him to climb in, he just looked at you sadly.
“I love you more than I love the stars,” he whispered.
“No,” you said sharply, trying to get to him again, but he had already taken the locket and disapparated.
“Kreacher! Kreacher!” You started yelling, but there was no reply.
Your mouth fell open, unable to process that you were completely alone in the house, and that you had no idea where Regulus had gone.
Towards a sea — but which one? To get a Horcrux — but where is it?
You started going through the bag he didn’t take, throwing everything apart, not even knowing what you were looking for. You didn't mind your tears, and pulled the blanket off the bed, as if Regulus had hidden a map under there.
“No. No. No!” You shrieked, pushing the vase off his table, which fell down and broke to pieces.
After fifteen minutes, the mirror in Regulus Black’s room showed a lady — a broken and exhausted lady — with her head leaning against the wall and no hope left in her soul.
Regulus didn’t like how he was leaving you with a broken promise. He wanted to stay, he really did. But even after he replaced the Salazar locket with his own, even after drinking the horrible potion and reliving all the pain in his life, even after asking Kreacher to disappear, he knew he was doing the right thing.
And doing the right thing was the least he could do.
He hoped you’d forgive him someday. He hoped his brother would be proud.
As he was struggling to breath and let himself be grabbed by the Inferni, he realized how ironic the situation was.
He loved the stars, and had thought even if he was drowning in the sea, he’d be able to see them for one last time. But no, all he could see was the dark ceiling of the wall.
He felt himself being drained of life, and he tried not to feel furious. Why did it matter if he saw the stars or not? He was going to join them in the sky soon enough.
Somewhere far away, Slughorn received a letter in your handwriting.
He almost couldn’t make out the words because the ink was smeared with what felt like tears.
Regulus Black has fallen.
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When nights become mornings
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Regulus: I am honestly so evil. I'm so full of darkness. I feed off souls of the living. I strike fear into-
James: You sleep with a snake plushie every night because you say it smells like me
Regulus: He is my second in command
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“I love you Lily Evans.” James shouted at breakfast. “Lily glared at him and stalked off.
“I love you Lily Evans-Potter.” James grinned as he kissed his bride. “I love you too.” Lily laughed into his mouth.
“I love you Lily—.”
“I love you James Potter.” Lily thought as she heard the sound of his body falling to the floor.
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