Louis stepped into the front courtyard of Hogwarts, he wasn’t sure how many of the students knew that they were being driven by actual animals instead of magic. While under the influence of some aged Firewhiskey, he had confessed to his best friend Harry that he could see them after he had seen his mother die, days after his 12th birthday.
Louis is the youngest, most accomplished Potions Master that Hogwarts has seen, but can he learn how to heal the cracks in his heart he’s been ignoring?
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Summary: Sirius completely ignores your entire existence and when he notices you alone in your train car, after 6 years, he finally starts talking to you. But doesn’t know who you are until after you tell him. Sirius had apologized but messed up, after being forced together you find he’s not that bad a person, then you found you had feelings for him. This chapter you figure out some interesting things about the group.
Eventually, the project Sirius and I started, got finished but the more we worked together the more and more I started to notices the little things.
Like how he’d widen his eyes when he figures something out, and how he’d put on a little victory dance when he completes something correctly. He’d also hum a little tune under his breath as he worked, panted like a dog if he got tired or thirsty. How adorable he’d look at me when he’d subtly ask for a break with his eyes.
This isn’t okay. I can’t fall for him, not like every other woman in this school. I’m different, I’m not like them. I can’t be. I won’t be.
But it’s already too late, I’ve started falling.
Once the thing was finished, I sent an owl for Hagrid to inform him that the project was done. Then Sirius and I hung out in the common rooms for the rest of the break. Doing little things to pass the time till school resumed and his friends got back, reading, talking about the books, talking about school, talking about home, and just plain talking.
His friends got back and school resumed like usual, but something between us changed. Little things I probably wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t hang out with him over the break. Like, He’d sit a little closer at lunch and supper, He’d make sure to be the last one to tell me good night. He’d volunteer to help with notes and homework, He would seek me out if he needed something instead of asking his friends.
It was strange, so I just pegged it off as he feeling a bit more trusting of me.
I had no reason NOT to believe that.
School kept on going, as well as the marauder’s disappearances at the end of the month.
It wasn’t until we got on the topic in class that I had an inkling about the adventures they’ve been going on in that span of time.
They’re gone again, I’ve tracked down the time of their return, and estimated that they’d be back tonight.
The familiar murmurs coming from the portrait hole told me my estimation was correct.
Finally, I’m going to encounter them about this, and give them a piece of my mind… I think I had some sort of idea in my 3rd year but never followed up with an investigation. I didn’t really care. Then I guess I just forgot.
The portrait swings open and I spring up from the couch, the notes already filled out individually for each. I took a step forward and came face to face with the leading male.
“_-_____.. What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve figured it out. I’ve figured out why Remus is always sweaty and shaky at the end of the month.
Why haven’t I noticed before?
I’m such an idiot.
“I know.” My voice hardens I look at them, all of them were gasping and gaping like fish out of water.
“W-well You see..”
“Don’t. I already put the pieces together. Lying to me will just hurt my feelings more.”
“You don’t understand-“
“No! I understand perfectly.” I paused, my features softening, causing a bit of surprise to shift through theirs. “And I’m proud of you.”
“W…. What.” James takes a step forward, confusion and hesitation being his fuel. “What do you think is happening? Just to clarify.”
“Wow, beefing up your vocab. Nice.” I joke before looking at Remus, No malice held in my eyes, only a kind and caring look glimmering. “You’re a werewolf. Aren’t you.”
He closed his eyes, tensed up then nodded. He seemed to be waiting for something.
His eyes snap open and he looks at me, his mouth agape. He looked for pity but all he got was understanding.
“It’s hard, isn’t it. Waiting to see if your friends will abandon you like everyone else has, once they realize the real you, they’d leave you like everyone else. That’s it isn’t it?”
I took a step forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. After a second I feel his arms wrap around my waist.
“…It gets better.” He whispers in my ear, low enough the others couldn’t hear but just enough for me.
I take a step back, holding him by his shoulders an arm’s length away. Giving his shoulder a slight squeeze before moving further away, my arms dropping to my sides.
When I turned to go upstairs, Sirius was glaring daggers at Remus. As I made my way upstairs, a voice stopped me.
“W-wait!” I turn, it’s James. “What are you going to do now?”
“Well… It’s pretty late, and I have a makeup test tomorrow, bombed the last one. So… Sleep.”
One of the boys snorted out a laugh.
“No… I meant.. about. Y’know.”
I do know. But he doesn’t know I know.
“Well…” He gestures to Remus as if it solves everything. “You know…!”
I stare blankly at him.
“Ugh! … About Remus’s…” He creeps closer and whispered. “Furry little problem.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I barked out a laugh.
“You sound like an 11-year-old talking about cooties.” I finish off my giggles. “I’ll help, in any way I can.”
“Wha, uh… well…”
Like with the first week I found them at 2 am. They watched me carefully. Except for Sirius, he continued to associate with me, to lunch and breakfast and also to class. But after a couple days of not doing anything. They approached me over the weekend at Hogsmeade about the subject.
James was in the lead. We 5 were in a private room rented by one of them, a café here at Hogsmead. I was originally reading in a corner booth with a cup of my favorite drink when Sirius showed up with a grin and practically dragged me to this dimly lit room.
“Okay, so we’re taking quite the leap of faith with you here,” James stated the moment I entered the door. They stood around each other as if they were a council and I was on trial.
I bit back my tongue and waited for him to finish. “So… we- hmm..” James tries to start, he looks around then whipped out his wand, pointed it at the door to his right and cast a muffler spell so no one would accidentally/purposely listen in.
He paused for a second after putting his wand away then leaned in. And with an excited whisper, blurted.
I blinked blankly waiting for the sudden exciting reveal. But after a bit I realized.
“Oh!… That’s it?”
Remus stepped forward.
“I don’t believe you understand. They’re illegally animigus’” It dawns on me.
“Oh… My… God.”
Sirius grins smugly then places an elbow on my shoulder leaning on me slightly.
“Yu-up.” He drew out the U and popped the P.
I tried to shrug him off but failed and continued my conversation with James.
James sputtered. “Why? WhY?! Did you just ask why.”
“W-well we… Okay fine. So when Moony here” He pats Remus’ arm. “Turns all wolfy, he doesn’t exactly like humans. But when we are in our animagus form. All is good.”
Remus sighs. and runs a hand down his face at James’ explanation. with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand he asked. “You understand now?”
I hesitate before nodding. In a weird way, I do.
Sirius, who was leaning so low, spoke practically in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I bite back a blush.
“And you can too. We know how.”
I abruptly shake my head. “I can’t.”
Sirius takes a step back. His arm still laying on my shoulder but none of his weight was behind it.
“Why not?” He sounded… hurt? Or maybe disappointed. I couldn’t see his face so I couldn’t tell.
“Animagus take shape after their patronus. Yes?” After a series of unsure nods, I continued. “My patronus Is a /salmon/.” I ended with a taste of bitter in the words.
“A…” James started.
“… Salmon?” Peter ended.
Remus scratched his chin and looked at the ground then back to me then his eyes flickered to the man on my shoulder, who let out a hot breath that brushed against my cheek causing my face to heat up. A knowing grin spread across Remus’.
“Alright.” He spread his arm across the room. “Cast a Patronus.”
I stare at him blankly before pulling out my wand and lifting it into the air, but the moment the spell was on my lips, a loud commotion came from outside the door.
We looked at each other in confusion. Simultaneously we left the private room, students and classmates passed us, making their way out of the shop with similarly confused faces. I looked at them, then to my friends and put my wand away into my cloak. While following the people silently. Was this some sort of drill?
“Head students and Prefects, please gather your housemates and return to the castle immediately.” Dumbledore voice seemed to echo throughout the air around us.
Remus tried to usher us out of the building and back to the school but a crowd of people ran the opposite direction. Curious, the mauraders and I followed. Despite Remus’ silent but not so silent disagreements. The further along we got, the louder and various gasps were sounded. The sky above us darkened exponentially. People and students in front of me all had their heads tilted to the sky looking at what was causing the sudden darkness. With a soft movement, I looked to the sky as well. From the distance, I couldn’t tell but it looked as if something was blocking the sun, causing it to go as dark as night. For a second, I thought it was a spell of some sort. Then it moved, it was getting closer.
Eventually close enough for me to see what it was.
A very large group of dementors.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only person who noticed, frightened people all around me started shoving their way past, trying to be the first to get to the protection of the castle. To Dumbledore.
Others stared at them in confusion, wondering why they weren’t at Azkaban.
Whatever the answer, It couldn’t be good.
I turn towards the castle then almost called for Sirius, but saw no sign of him nor the other Mauraders. I swivel around on the ball of my right foot trying to see if they just weren’t in my line of sight.
No such luck.
With wobbly legs and a heavy heart, I started off towards the edge of Hogsmeade and into the forest on the other side.
It only got darker.
The only source of light came from the edges of the sky that the dementors couldn’t block.
I used that to help me find my way through. But I somehow found myself off the path. I must have taken a wrong turn, I’ll just turn around and find it.
But once I turned around, I felt something crawl down the skin of my back. Although the season is warming up. The air got abruptly colder, soon in a matter of seconds, I was shivering hard. I would let out a breath and see it hang in the air. The sky was the darkest it could have been. The soon to be blooming trees wilted and quickly frosted over.
I’ve read all of these symptoms before.
I know what’s going on.
Instantaneously, my wand was in my hand, the spell on my lips. I turned, aimed and shouted.
But my shout was cut short.
The dementor had me stilled. It swept forward. The chills caused dark spots form on the edges of my eyes. Dark thoughts kept popping up.
“They don’t want you.” It was my voice, echoing in my mind.
“They only hang out with you because you take notes for them.” It grew darker.
“They can’t have you telling everyone about his ‘furry little secret’”
“You’re useless. You’re a freak. They think you’re a freak. They left you. They hate you. They could never accept you. He doesn’t love you. He could never love you.”
A breath escaped me.
“Why have you, when someone better will come along and actually GIVE him what he WANTS.”
“He ABANDONED you.”
I shake my head and raised my wand again. I tried my hardest to think or feel something. Other than this.
And once again said the spell.
“expect patronum.” But nothing happened. So I tried again.
“Expecto-“ a deep breath, my wand drops from exhaustion and apathy “Patronum.”
Nothing. A little flicker at the of my wand but nothing. I took a step backward and said it again.
“Expecto Pat-“ I tripped over something.
‘This is it.’ I thought. ‘This is how I die.’
“Just Die Already.” My voice again.
The dementor swept down again and I closed my eyes. Accepting my fate.
That wasn’t me.
My eyes fly open and I take a look towards the source of the voice.
It was Sirius. His wand glowed and a dog leaped out of the tip then ran at the dementor, flashes of a bright white light pulsated. The dementor fled backward. I tried to get a look at his face but my vision blurred and collapsed on the ground.
Remus popped out of nowhere from behind Sirius. Then James and finally Peter.
Remus ran over to me and propped me to a sitting position. I numbly looked at him then at the others.
Then Sirius appeared in front of me. Worry etched onto his features, he practically ripped me away from Remus. Then softly checked me for any visible signs of injury. But after a few cuts and bruises, he looked at me straight in the eyes. I could see his gray-blue eyes shine with worry along with something else I couldn’t determine what.
His lips moved, but I didn’t hear anything.
I just looked at him then to the others before a smile broke over my face and an overwhelming swell of happiness surged in my chest.
I have friends, ones that aren’t going to abandon me.
“You came back.” My voice was soft but full of surprise.
Sirius spoke first. “We were practically at the castle. When we noticed you weren’t with us.”
Remus spoke next. “So we turned around in search of you.”
And James. “Then we saw a Dementor leave the pack and go towards the forest.”
Finally Peter. “then we heard you scream.”
Remus continued after peter. “Then Sirius booked it as fast as he could to the forest basically tearing the entire place apart till he found you.”
Sirius’ face lit up, he let out a nervous chuckle and tried to defend himself. “I had to make sure you were okay.”
I don’t understand why he got embarrassed. Nor did I have time to think about it.
I gave them a smile, then looked at Sirius. “Thanks, guys.”
We all smiled at each other, but a stinging feeling in the back of my eyes brought me back to reality, the cold hasn’t left just yet.
The dementor was back, he swept towards Sirius’ turned back, Sirius let out a shout in shock and pain. My wand was in my hand within seconds. I grasped the feeling of happiness I feel with them around and shouted.
I was surprised, and it wasn’t at the fact that the spell had actually worked. No, I’m surprised at the fact that it isn’t a fish.
It’s a dog.
A dog, the same size as a short wolf, sprouted out of the tip of my wand. At first, I thought it was a mistake, that I took Sirius’ wand and just cast his Patronus. But that can’t be right. That’s not how magic works.
Then I thought someone else cast it.
But no, the words came out of my mouth and the spell out of my wand.
The dog pranced around, glowing like Sirius’ did earlier. The dementor fully gave up and flew back up into the dark mass of dementors, leaving now. Apparently had gotten what they came for.
I still stared at the dog, even after it disappeared.
Remus spoke first, his voice muffled due to my state of confusion.
“… That doesn’t look like a fish.”
“Y’know, it kind of looks like Padfoot,” James stated.
With a knowing smirk similar to the one he had in the room at Hogsmeade, Remus slyly observed.
“You’re right Prongs. It does.”
Remus’ tone of voice and the comparison of my Patronus to his Animagus form made Sirius’ face light up bright red. His ears seemingly on fire as well.
What I didn’t understand, was why?
Peter was the one to ask the question.
“Why is it a dog? She said it was a fish.”
Remus jumped at the opportunity and spoke like a professor. “You see dear Peter. Your patronus may change when your personality changes vastly or-” He waves to Sirius and I. “-when you have fallen in love.”
Peter rubbed his chin slightly, in thought.
“So… _____’s personality changed?” He looked at me, my face grows hotter by the second. “well her face certainly has. Wow.”
James gave Peter an unamused look. Like ‘really.’
I avoid eye contact with anyone, looking at the ground, to the trees, to the mound of retreating dementors in the sky. I finally look at someone when the feeling of someone’s stare was burning a hole in my head.
It was Sirius.
His own cheeks were extremely red as well. His eyebrows flew up when I looked at him straight in the eyes. I chewed the inside of my cheek, opening my mouth to speak, which seemed appropriate for that moment. But he also had the same idea.
“w-c-o-an-uld- you- Oh!” we spoke at the same time, our words mixing together into an incomprehensible jumble.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.
“N-No I uh… You go first.”
“Nah, didn’t really have anything to say. You go first.”
“Well um…” He takes a deep breath before continuing. The forest was strangely silent. “Do you maybe… want to go out sometime? Like on a date or something? I mean I know that I forgot your name in the beginning well not really cus I know who you are I just didn’t recognize you and I just didn’t realize that it was you cus well, you’re much different now and that’s fine cus you look really nice, like ‘hello!’ And I was smitten with you since the first day and I’m really sorry about that and I hope you can forgive me and-“
“Sirius” I had to interrupt his rambling before we stood here for too much longer. He blushes a deeper color and chuckles shakily. I smiled at him before answering and ending this. Finally forgiving him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
‘Hey, Sirius. I’ve been keeping an eye on your godson. He’s turning eleven soon. I hope they actually let my letter through into Azkaban this time. Miss you ~______’
“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single
wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your
wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed
that you should be destined for this wand when its brother —
why, its brother gave you that scar.”
“Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these
things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… . I
think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter… . After
all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible,
yes, but great.”
Summary: Dan Howell’s entire family has been in Slytherin, and there’s no doubt he’d supposed to end up there too. Phil Lester does’t exactly know what to do when he finds himself liking boys, so he’s usually just horrendously mean to them. Oh, and they happen to get cursed and can’t touch!
TW: at the beginning of each chapter
Genre: there’ll be fluff, angst, and smut (later when they’re older) so it’ll be awesome
Description: It’s one thing to discover you’re gay at eighteen, another one to realise you have a crush on your long-term enemy, but you can tell things are definitely going to get complicated when you accidentally blurt out his name as your girlfriend kisses you… HP/DM. Eighth year fic.
Louis Tomlinson was the Gryffindor golden boy, always managing to earn his house points and winning them any and all quidditch tournament he could get his team on. He was the picture of perfection and grace and he was deeply loved and admired by all his fellow students, house members or not.
And then, of course, there was Harry Styles. The prettiest, most infuriating piece of work Slytherin had ever managed to produce since Professor Malfoy and that’s saying something.
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James: When I came up with “let’s be animagi” idea I never thought it would be this problematic to be honest.
Lily: You generally never do think in the long run, do you?
James: Nope, not my thing. Sirius has been following the bloody rat for almost a year, this is ridiculous. How can someone not notice that their rat is not a rat for TWELVE YEARS?
Lily: *smiling weakly* I mean to be fair he is a pretty convincing rat James.
*Scabbers bites Ron, James sees Sirius, too*
James: The fucker is trying to get away again GET HIM PADFOOT, COME ON MATE
Lily: Does he have to do this in his animagus form though? They think he’s the grim, they’ll be scared shitless.
James: Doesn’t matter as long as he gets to Wormtail.
Lily: Your child will be traumatised, do you realise that? He’ll think Sirius is death
James:*extremely calmly* He’ll get over it.
Lily: *kind of mad*Our priorities are very different. He’s dragging Ronald, he’s going to hurt h– never mind, he already did. Good god Sirius, he’s going to kill him. Why does he have to be so over the top with everything?
James: Because the sky is blue? What kind of a question is that? It’s like you’ve never met him.
James: This tree was not one of Dumbledore’s brightest ideas.
Lily:*sarcastically* Don’t you say? This child is doing everything in the book to get himself killed. I can’t look, tell me when he gets in.
*5 minutes of jumps and screams and James’ oooh and aaahs Harry and Hermione get in to Shrieking Shack*
James:It’s good Lils, he got in. Now, a new problem: he wants to murder Padfoot.
Lily: What. a. fucking. relief.
James: Evans! Language.
Lily: So you can say it but I can’t?
James: No– that’s not– how? that’s not what I meant. *Sirius disarms Harry and Hermione* Padfoot WHAT? Did you have to disarm them?
Lily: Well, isn’t this lovely? He’s talking like he wants to kill Harry, I’m not blaming him if Sirius ends up dead.
James: “There will be one murder here tonight”? Really? For fucking real Padfoot? I don’t get how I ended up being best friends with the biggest drama queen to ever grace earth.
*Sirius and Harry fight*
Lily: I’m sorry, is he CHOKING MY BABY? SIRIUS ORION BLACK I WILL HAUNT YOU TIL YOU DIE
James:*through his teeth* I’m going to kill him again when he gets here, I won’t care that he’s an old man.
Lily: What is this? Why is he acting like he killed us? What is wrong with him? You know besides the being Sirius Black thing?
James: I mean it’s Sirius so I don’t have an exact idea, just bits and pieces.
*Remus comes to the Shrieking Shack*
Lily:Finally, someone with common sense.
James: The one thing I’m happiest about this mess is that Moony will know that it wasn’t Padfoot who sold us out, at last. The times I wished we have told Moony we were switching the Secret Keeper…
Lily: I know love, I’m happy Harry will get a real family. When he gets his name cleared, Sirius will take him from Petunia’s. Remus and Sirius will raise him like their own, like we would have.
*Remus tells the story of Marauders to Harry, James reaches for Lily as he’s listening, all of this is too much for him, he misses everything: being young and careless, having his friends with him and he absolutely hates being so far away when they are all together even though the reason is miserable. Then Snape comes*
James: Snivellus. He has to ruin everything.
Lily: He probably thinks he is doing something right James.
*James loses it, not because he’s mad at Lily but because he’s afraid that the only chance Sirius gets to clear his name and tell the truth to Harry is being interrupted by Snape*
James:Stop defending him Lily! I’m tired of this childish grudge, this is not a simple matter, he’s going to RUIN IT. Peter is there! PADFOOT HAS WORMTAIL! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THE MAN WHO KILLED US, THE MAN WHO GOT SIRIUS LOCKED UP IS THERE? Severus only wants to make sure that Moony and Padfoot suffer.
*Lily is frozen*
James: I– I’m sorry Lils, I shouldn’t have said those, I didn’t mean to blame y–
Lily:*a little offended* No, it’s alright. They are your best friends, I get it.
James: No it’s not alright, I sometimes let my anger for Peter get the best of me. It’s not just that they are my best friends Lily, everyone needs to know exactly what happened that night, that it wasn’t Padfoot, most importantly Harry needs to know.
Lily: Looks like they are going to. Harry, Ron and Hermione knocked Severus out cold. Now pray Harry believes Remus.
James: He will, he’s a smart kid, he will. *chuckles* And Remus can be very persuasive when he wants to, just ask Sirius when we see him.
Lily: Will do, if I don’t forget in 40 years.
*Peter is revealed, Remus and Sirius are about to kill him, Harry stops them*
Lily: That’s my boy, it’s so scary how he knows exactly what you would have wanted without even knowing you properly, you should be proud.
James: I am Lils, you know I am. However, I want him dead, just not killed by Moony and Padfoot. Everytime I look at Harry, I want him dead more and more.
Lily: That’s not who you are James, you’ve never been a man like that. I know you hate him and I know you are angry but the James Potter I know never would have let someone he loved once suffer like that.
James:*barely talking* I honestly don’t know what I want anymore
Lily: Think about it like this, if he’s dead they can’t prove Sirius’ innocence, alright?
James:*half smiles* Sure love. Lils didn’t Severus say Moony didn’t take his potion tonight? *apparently scared* It’s full moon.
*Remus’ transformation starts, Sirius tries to help him, forgetting about Peter. Peter takes advantage of the situation to disappear*
James:NO WORMTAIL NO! *whispers* He got away, he got away again, no.
*Harry follows Sirius and Remus thinking he can help them, Remus runs away, dementors are all around*
Lily: No, no, not like this come on Harry, come on baby you can do it. Come on.
James: It’s impossible Lily, there are too many of them.
Lily: They are dying James, *barely whispering* not like this.
*James is just staring blankly at the bodies of his son and best friend, he’s lost then the stag patronus emerges*
Lily: James is that you?
James: Of course not. How can it be me?
Lily: It looks exactly like your patronus.
James:*amused* That’s because it’s my patronus, but I am not the one conjuring it, it’s Harry.
Lily: What do you mean “it’s Harry”? It’s impossible he’s lying over there.
James: I don’t know but that’s Harry, that I know. His patronus is me Lils. How is that even possible?
Lily: With this child, I’m starting to think everything is possible. I don’t mean to rain on your parade but how are they going to save Sirius now that Peter is gone?
James: I don’t have the faintest idea, I just hope they do.