it was supposed to be a sirius

javanne  asked:

In your answer to justanotherfandomjunkie, your first picture shows the unknown assassin saying "I will see to the rest." Do you suppose he's talking about clearing out any servants who might be present? Or has he hidden in the house, waiting for Ciel and Sebastian to return? In which case we may see quite a fight next ish

I think the attacker is talking to the person with the gun and just tells him that he’ll take over the job of fighting Agni now. When Agni appeared the fight would have probably been to difficult for the guy with the gun so the other one came to help. If the person with the gun was Sirius and the one with the knives was Polaris I guess the butler (Polaris) came to assist his master.

So I don’t think he’s talking about another job but only about the situation in this scene. 

Patronus
  • So the patronus isn’t straight up taught in Hogwarts, as a wise professor once said, it’s a ‘highly advanced spell, well beyond O.W.L level’
  • But you know, this is the marauders, the rebellious little nerds that we all know and love.
  • So James got hold of a book from  the library one day about how to do the patronus and it seemed very cool. Not the whole fighting dementors part, but the distant and simple communication? priceless for a marauder.
  • And so they all stayed up one night trying to learn how to do it.
  • Sirius was actually the first to successfully do the spell. He had spent the last hour lavishly flinging his wand in the air shouting ‘Expecto Patronum!’ to no avail. Them Remus told him he should try to think of a happier memory.
  • He thought of the first time he had called Euphemia Potter ‘mum’. It had been an accident and had really just slipped out. He had been so embarrassed. But none of the Potter’s seemed to have noticed. A few moments later James had turned over to Sirius and said.’Could you pass your brother the salt then?’
  • And Sirius had never felt more part of a family in his life.
  • He was so engrossed in the memory he didn’t even notice the frantic black dog shoot out to his wand and knock Peter onto his backside.
  • Peter was next, he was thinking of the moment when some of the Slytherins had been bullying him earlier one day in first year and he had been crying down by the lake all afternoon, only to have Remus come up and sit behind him, rubbing his back and comforting him. Then Sirius and James had pushed the Slytherins into the Black lake right in front of him. How they had laughed. Real friends.
  • The small rat that scurried out of Peter’s wand that night was the first and last one Peter could ever produce. This was 6th year and soon the war became to much for the young boy.
  • Standing next to a struggling James, Remus was viciously whispering and flicking his wrists over and over again. ‘Expecto Patronum. Expecto Patronum. Expecto f’fucks sake. This is hopeless.’
  • ‘You can do it Moony.’ Sirius smiled.
  • Remus thought about the first time he had kissed the stupid black haired Gryffindor in front of him. Sirius had been stealing something out of one of the cupboards along the school corridors when Remus had caught him on prefect rounds.
  • Looking back on it Remus couldn’t help but laugh at how unsubtle Sirius had been about the whole thing. ‘Oh, we seem to have bumped into each other Moons’ ‘What a coincidence.’ Remus of course had just assumed Sirius was trying to tease him into giving him detention, something Remus would never do, and had ended up getting pretty annoyed and flustered about being this close to Sirius in a small space and omg he could feel the heat of his skin and ah this was too much and he couldn’t stop talking.
  • Until Sirius closed that little gap between them to shut him up.
  • And Remus had never been happier. And he had never looked back.
  • And then a large animal came running out of the end of his wand, and Remus thought to himself.
  • ‘It’s a dog! Sirius and I have the same Patronus!’
  • Only Remus’ was much bigger than Sirius’ dog… and it’s tail was bushier.. and did it just howl?
  • No. This wasn’t fair. Not this. That wasn’t how this was supposed t be. It was meant to be a happy memory. This wasn’t fair, after all this time, the one thing he thought he could share with his boyfriend.. and this was what he gets… another reminder about how imperfect and unworthy and unwanted…
  • And then there was Sirius standing next to him, sliding his arm around his back and kissing him gently on the cheek.
  • ‘I love it.’ He whispered.
  • ‘ ‘s not fair.’ Remus mumbled.
  • ‘Remus look.’ Sirius replied. ‘it’s not that. It’s a wolf. A normal wolf. A loyal and pack having, friendly wolf.’
  • And Sirius was grinning.
  • But Remus just shrugged.
  • James was having the most trouble of them all.
  • Something was wrong, he just couldn’t seem to do it. He kept thinking of happy memories, first time he rode a broom, first time Sirius came to stay, first time he transformed into a stag.
  • And still nothing.
  • Tiny wisps of silver.
  • And then nothing.
  • ‘It’s fine James, we already know what it’s going to be.’
  • ‘I know,’ James replied through gritted teeth. ‘I just want to see it.’
  • And he was so fustrated.
  • And making a crap load of noise about it too.
  • So much noise in fact, that he started to wake the other residents of the Gryffindor tower up from their slumber.
  • And so a very grumpy and tired Lily Evans came storming down the staircase.
  • ‘What in Merlin’s name are you twats doing now!’
  • ‘Ah Evans.’ Sirius grinned. ‘care to join us?’
  • ‘It’s three in the fucking morning Black! I’m supposed to be sleeping, except someone has been screaming for the past half hour about how hard this is and he trying but it’s not working, and I can’t tell if James is finally losing his virginity or doing his homework for once, but what I do know is that it’s stopping me from being able to enjoy the few hours of the day that I don’t have to be around you lot.’
  • A rather deeply embarrassed James pushed past a bent-over-with-laughter Sirius.
  • ‘Actually Lily,’ he said, trying to act suave and like he hand’t just heard the last bit. ‘We are trying to do the patronus charm.’
  • This had peaked Lily’s interest, and although she knew better, she asked. ‘Really? The patronus charm? Wow. A proper one?’
  • ‘Yepp.’ peter chimed in. ‘And we’ve all been able to do it, except for James.’
  • Lily cocked her eyebrow.
  • ‘Oh.’ She smiled. ‘Let me try then.’
  • James, not wanting to be shown up any more by the fiery red head who was hopelessly in love with, quickly butted in. ‘No no. I mean, you can try.. but its really hard and took everyone ages to master and you’ll be up all night trying and-’
  • ‘Potter.’ She replied sternly.
  • It only took her three attempts.
  • And there it was.
  • A beautiful silver shimmering doe burst through the tip of her wand and gracefully ran across the common room, galloping past it occupants before turning and vanishing as Lily dropped her arm. She grinned.
  • ‘See? Not so hard then.’
  • James just stared. Open mouthed. Like the rest of the marauders. Dumb-founded in total and complete shock, until Lily just gave up on them and went back off to bed.
  • James didn’t have any trouble producing a Patronus after that.

Okay but hear me out

Professor Mcgonagall and Teddy Lupin

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and basically everyone being super busy one day so there’s no one to take care of 2 year old Teddy.
”All right Potter,” Mcgonagall says, popping up in the middle of his living room. “I will watch over him. Go and do whatever you have to do.”
Teddy Lupin sitting in the Headmistress’ office, crying because he misses Harry and Ginny.
Mcgonagall transforming into a cat to comfort the boy.
By the time Harry comes to pick him up, he’s curled up next to Mcgonagall, fast asleep. 
After that, whenever the Potters are busy, Harry sends Teddy to “Aunt Micky” to play
Mcgonagall practically beaming as an eleven year old Teddy Lupin is called up to be sorted by the Sorting Hat.
An eleven year old Teddy Lupin watching his Aunty Micky in awe as she addresses the entire student body.
Teddy Lupin popping into the headmistress’ office because he feels like he’s failing potions.
Mcgonagall calling up Professor Longbottom to her office and the three of them having tea together.
Neville comforting Teddy and explaining that he himself was never good at Potions and it would take some practice, but he would get it eventually.
A fourteen year old Teddy Lupin being sent into the headmistress’ office for hexing a Ravenclaw boy who was insulting Bill Weasley.
“But professor, he had it coming of course. He was saying all those horrible things directly to Victoire’s face. Of course I had to do something.”
Mcgonagall taking 20 points from Hufflepuff, but letting him off with a warning. “And please, fix Mr. Flint’s face as well. It would do no good for him to walk the grounds looking like that.”
Mcgonagall warning all students with a special announcement at dinner that no one was to leave the castle because of some unknown dangers lurking in the Forbidden Forest. 
Sixteen year old Teddy Lupin sneaking into the Forbidden Forest past curfew with a couple of Slytherin and Gryffindor friends.
Teddy Lupin being hauled by Filch to the headmistress’ office at 2 in the morning.
Teddy Lupin standing in front of the headmistress’ desk, his head hung slightly as his friends tried to come up with excuses. 
Teddy standing with his arms folded over his chest, his eyes focused on the floor, refusing to meet her gaze.
Mcgonagall ushering the other students out of her office, then taking a seat at her desk.
Mcgonagall waiting for Teddy to sit down by himself.
Teddy Lupin feeling like the worst person ever for betraying his Aunt Micky like that.
Teddy Lupin opening his mouth to form some sort of apology but is interrupted.
“What you have done tonight reminds me of a group of students that attended Hogwarts years ago.”
Teddy looking up at her for the first time all night. He did not expect her to say anything like that.
“Yes, these four students seemed to get into trouble every single day. It is quite possible that they hold the record for the most detentions in a single year.”
Teddy Lupin not understanding why she’s telling him this.
Minerva Mcgonagall looking at him with a piercing gaze before continuing. “Despite all of this trouble, these four boys were absolutely amazing. They were amazing wizards, far more talented than most of the students in their year. And I loved them as if they were my own sons.”
“Professor I still don’t–”
“Would you like to see what kinds of trouble they would get into?” 
“I don’t understand Professor.”
Mcgonagall taking a deep breath before answering. “I trust Potter has shown you his memories of your father.”
Teddy Lupin nodding slowly, still unsure as to what was happening.
Minerva Mcgonagall bringing Teddy Lupin to the Pensieve and showing him, for the first time, who Remus Lupin truly was. 
Harry Potter knew the Remus who had been hurt and affected by the First War. He knew all of the pain and suffering that was felt during this time.
Minerva McGonagall knew the Remus Lupin before the war. She watched the social outcast find a family. She watched him grow. She saw him let his walls down and become more carefree. She stood by as he broke the rules and learned from his mistakes. She knew the real Remus Lupin. 
Teddy Lupin not being able to handle all of the memories at once.
Teddy Lupin coming back three times a week to learn new things about his father, and even a few about his mother. 
Teddy Lupin, for the first time ever, truly understanding the sacrifice his father made so that he could live in a better world. 

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  • I have this headcanon that Sirius has a Black family ring that he wears even after he’s left home. 
  • (Because rings on guys are hot AF)
  • And one night Remus and Sirius are passing a bottle of firewhiskey back and forth
  • The common room is long empty and halfway through a game of truth or dare Remus finally gets up the guts to ask something that’s been bothering him for a long time 
  • He catches Sirius’s hand in his own and holds it up so the ring glints in the firelight
  • “Why do you still wear this?" 
  • Sirius just smirks darkly and curls his fingers into a fist 
  • But Remus keeps staring at him 
  • "You chose truth. Tell me.”
  • After a long pause Sirius shrugs and says 
  • “It’s got a protection charm on it.” 
  • His lips curve upwards “Ironic, right?”
  • Remus’s mouth is hanging open 
  • All those times Sirius beat him in duelling club 
  • All those times no one could land a single curse on him… 
  • Remus stutters, scrambling for words 
  • “You cheat!”
  • Sirius’s bark like laugh is almost loud enough to wake the Gryffindors sleeping upstairs 
  •  But it fades quickly 
  • "Yeah, I suppose I am.” He says 
  • Remus shakes his head 
  • “And that time your cousin tried to hex you…" 
  • A smile curves both boys’ lips
  • "The whole family is trying to destroy me.” Sirius says
  • “…and their own heirloom is bouncing the curses back." 
  • Remus looks stunned for a moment longer, before he breaks out into laughing fit that almost wakes the whole of Gryffindor 
  • Time passes and Remus keeps Sirius’ secret 
  • Until one day they’re pitted against eachother in duelling club 
  • And Sirius swaggers right up to him, confident as ever 
  • Remus looks into those grey eyes, and extends a hand 
  • Sirius shakes it firmly, leaning in 
  • "Sure you can handle me, Moony?” He smirks, arching an eyebrow 
  • “I can handle you whenever you like, Pads.” Remus murmurs, tugging Sirius’s hand up to his mouth. 
  • For a split second he swirls his tongue around the tip of Sirius’s middle finger, before plunging his lips right to the base.
  • The feel of his warm, wet mouth and that tongue flicking back and forth makes Sirius’s eyes flicker shut, if only for the short second the sensation lasts
  • Giggles ripple through the crowd around them, but all Sirius can hear is a thumping heartbeat in his ears
  • And all he can see is Remus’s mischievous grin
  • For a moment the air is thick between them
  • When the two boys part and take their places opposite eachother, Remus flashes a grin. 
  • There’s a ring between his teeth.
Body Heat

Request: Can you write a Sirius Black x Reader but the reader is James’ sister and Sirius tries to flirt with the reader and James is all like are you flirting with my sister and Sirius fires back or something?
Warning(s): Bar scenes, drinking, swearing, intense hugging(?), major Sirius feels. Honestly, just look at the title.
Note: This is my first Marauders’ imagine, so feedback is appreciated.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work where the reader is James’ younger twin sister.


Most brothers preferred to keep their social life separate from their siblings’. James Potter was no exception. Which is why, when Lily and Marlene urged you to meet the Marauders at the bar with them, you fervently declined.

“A bar? Filled to the brim with drunkards? James would never let me out of his sight,” you argued, moving away as Marlene approached you with a tube of lipstick. “I’m not going.”

She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Y/N.” Marlene gestured at your attire: Black hot pants and a long sleeved crop top. “You’re already dressed for it.”

You glared down at your outfit, tugging at the hem of your shorts. “I didn’t know you guys chose clothes for me to wear to a bar.”

“What did you think? Your arse is hanging out for tea with the Minister of Magic?”

Lily gave Marlene a warning look as you flushed a bright red. “Don’t listen to her, Y/N. Your arse is not hanging out.” She paused, giving you a once over. “Well…You’ll blend in, at least.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “James is going to kill me.”

“So what?” Marlene interjected. “He’s your brother, not your dad. Who cares what he thinks?”

I do; he’s my brother.”

A slight snort came out from Lily. “Marlene is right. You’re your own woman. You shouldn’t let the opinion of that arrogant toerag dictate your decisions.”

You and Marlene exchange glances. It was quite obvious that, over the years, James’ crush was becoming less unrequited. And although it was disturbing at first, you quickly accepted the idea that one of your best friends fancied your brother.

“You mean that arrogant toerag you so happen to like?” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Lily raised hers back defiantly. “I don’t like James Potter.”

“Yeah, right,” Marlene scoffed. “That’s like saying Y/N doesn’t have the hots Sirius Black.”

You frowned, ignoring the slight amount of heat rising to your cheeks. “But I don’t.”

Now it was Lily and Marlene who gave each other incredulous looks. It was clear neither of them believed your poorly concealed lie. They knew, no matter how much you denied it, that you had developed a crush on Sirius the moment he gave you a bundle of white flowers for Christmas. Just the thought of his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a single flower behind your ear made your butterflies come alive.

“Let’s pretend, for now, that we believe you.” Marlene checked the time. “But in this moment, I hear the firewhisky calling my name. Are you coming?”

“Sirius will be there,” Lily sang.

You threw your head back defeat. “Fine.” You paused. “But not because I want to see Sirius.”

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what they saw in the mirror of erised
  • james : himself, old but still healthy, surrounded by his children and lily at his side, laughing. the marauders are here laughing too, sirius ruffling his hair and probably making fun of them. everyone has a large smile and feel close.
  • remus : himself, but his scars are gone. his clothes are tidy and look new, his prefect badge still on his robes. sirius is holding his hand and they are staring lovingly at each other
  • sirius : the marauders all together, chatting and laughing. they are all happy, the heaviness of the war and their trials is gone. they are who they are supposed to be, carefree teenagers with nothing to worry about except but their exams and homeworks
  • peter : himself, but not quite. he's taller, and thiner, a bit athletic. he seems more confident too, and is it a hickey on his neck ?
  • regulus : his whole family, including sirius, is here, but they aren't fighting. in fact, they seem to be talking and enjoying to be together. he notices there is nothing on anyone's forearm
  • none of these ever became true
The Marauders as the Parent Friend

Marauders as Parent Friends I always hear everyone talking about how one or another Marauder is a parent friend, but I sort of think they all are in their own way. Sirius will always look after the other boys if they’re sick or injured. Too many times Remus has come back from the hospital wing trying to hide an injury, and Sirius know what that looks like and knows what happens if it’s not treated, so he keeps a small med kit under his bad and stops short of tying Remus to his bed to patch him up. When James had a cold but refused to go to the hospital wing, Sirius hauled him back to Gryffindor Tower by the ear and spoon fed him chicken soup he’d snuck from the kitchen, writing a letter to Euphemia afterwards asking her to give James and earful. When some nasty Slytherin’s were trying to beat up Peter, Sirius came in and sent them off, and checked Peter over four times to make sure that he was safe, he wasn’t injured, he was fine. Remus always tried his best to make sure that the other three were feeling happy. He’d cuddled with Sirius all night the first time he’d come back from his parents after being Sorted, and neither of them mentioned it but Remus had had to throw out his sweater from all the tear stains. When Euphemia died, James sought out Remus rather then Lily, knowing that Remus would understand and would just hold him and let him cry. Whenever Peter was feeling quite down and unloved, Remus would bring him into the dormitories and would only let Peter out once he had a big smile on his face(as well as a few chocolate stains on his cheeks). He also made sure that they never pulled any pranks that were way too dangerous. The red mark on James’ shoulder from getting punched in the shoulder was almost always there, because it was the only way to get him to /shut up and listen/. Peter always made sure that the boys were well hydrated and fed, and got their schoolwork done. He’d mastered Aguamenti by second year, if only to make sure that the boys got enough water with all the talking and movement they did with their pranks. He’d also figured out how to mimic the handwriting of the other three, so that if they were too tired to write, they could at least talk and he would write down what they said. He was also ridiculously good at getting the boys to calm down. When Sirius pulled that god-awful prank and almost got Snape killed, Peter was the one who got Remus to stop throwing things at the wall. When Snape called Lily that horrible name, Peter pulled James aside and stopped him from actually killing the slime-bag. Whenever Sirius came back to school from staying with his family, him and Peter always spent multiple hours locked in a room together, with the occasional yell being heard from Sirius and hushed whispers coming from Peter, but Sirius always came out much calmer and happier. James was quite special. He’d developed good muscles from carrying the boys to bed when they stayed up too late. He had this perfect face for scolding that worked well when the boys did stupid things, and made them feel shamed. However, he always gave so, so much love. Every morning, Sirius, Peter and Remus could expect a hug and a hair ruffle(a kiss on the cheek for Sirius who had tried to deck James one too many times for “messing up my beautiful hair, you twat”). Whenever Remus came out of the hospital wing, James would greet him with a bucket of chocolate and a twinkle in his eyes as he said “You look like shit”. James and Peter had a cuddle date set for every Saturday till the day they died(which turned out to be a lot sooner then planned). James and Sirius were often found sleeping in the same bed, and on Christmas, James would share whatever sweet Euphemia, even after Euphemia started sending it to the both of them. When all four of them were piled on top of each other, tired after a long day, James would blow a raspberry on someone’s stomach and a tickle fight would ensue. James had so much love to give, and always made sure to share it with others. As Sirius watched Harry on his third year, he mourned the fact that although James had raised the Marauders, he’d never gotten to raise Harry, and share that unending love.

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two sides of the same coin

How to Identify a Werewolf

10.30am - Defence Against the Dark Arts

Professor: …and with your O.W.L examinations taking place soon…

Professor: …ensure you are revising these lessons outside of the classroom…

Professor: ….additional homework to help you prepare effectively…

Severa raises her hand, interrupting the monotonous droning of their teacher.

Severa: Could you tell us whether the O.W.L exam will be covering werewolves, at all?

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Clueless

Request: Hey, I just love your imagines and could I request about a Sirius imagine where the two of them have been the closest of friends for years and Sirius loves her so one day he’s like “Fuck it” and runs over to her and kisses her and when they finally pull apart she goes “what took you so long?” THANK YOU SO MUCH (sorry this was so specific) 😍😍😍😍😂

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“Budge over,” Y/N gave Sirius a gentle nudge as she tried to sit down next to him in the common room. “But I’m so comfortable,” Sirius smirked, stretching out even further across the couch. “Sirius,” Y/N whined. She tried to shove him to one side of the couch, but he wouldn’t budge. “Fine,” she sighed dramatically before throwing herself into his lap and obnoxiously sprawling out on top of him. “Fine,” He laughed, not bothering to try to move her. “Are you going to move now?” She asked him triumphantly. “Mm, nope. Don’t think so,” he shrugged. “Okay, I tried,” Y/N sighed, moving to stand up, but Sirius wrapped his arms and legs around her so she couldn’t move. “No! Spend time with me!” He shouted, burying his face into her neck. “Then move!” She laughed, trying to squirm out of his grip. “But you’re so warm,” he whined, holding onto her tighter. “You are a pain, Sirius,” She shook her head with a laugh, but nonetheless stopped trying to escape his strong grip. “If you’re going to hold me captive here, can I at least get comfortable?” Y/N asked after a few minutes of silence. “I am not holding you captive, you love this,” Sirius corrected her. “But, yes. C'mhere,” He let go of her for only a second as she got comfortable on the couch, and began to reach for a book out of her bag on the floor.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N don’t you dare reach for that horrid book,” Sirius warned. “You don’t even know what book it is!” Y/N protested. “I know that it is going to take your attention away from me, therefore it is horrid,” Sirius stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re so needy,” Y/N laughed, ruffling his hair. “Oi! Be careful with m'hair!” He whined, but made no effort to stop her from continuing to run her fingers through his locks. “Sirius, your hair is a mess. I couldn’t possibly do anything to mess it up,” she told him. “I like it messy,” Sirius pouted. “I’m making a statement,” he declared, causing the girl to laugh. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, buddy,” she laughed, patting his head before continuing to play with his hair. “Feels nice,” he admitted with a content sigh after a few minutes of more silence. Y/N nudged her nose against his head and hummed in acknowledgement. “Sleepy?” He asked her. “Little bit,” she admitted with a small nod. Sirius began to draw patterns on her arm with his fingers.

“For the record, I could have been reading this whole time,” she said sleepily after a few more minutes of silence. “No, you’re spending time with me,” Sirius pouted. “We aren’t even talking,” Y/N laughed. “We’re bonding!” Sirius cried dramatically. Y/N laughed and shook her head, but she snuggled into him, losing the energy to do anything but take a nap.


“Sirius!” A high pitched squeal woke Y/N from her peaceful nap.

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Lily Evans, 1976

She reads it with the paper crumpling slightly in one fist, the other smushed against her cheek. She can feel her teeth against the inside, the cut of her cheekbone pressing hard to her third knuckle. It grounds her.

Thirty dead in one week. Four in Birmingham alone, where Tuney is still in Sixth Form, still takes the train every afternoon to get home. It’s a stroke of pure luck, chance, dulled and twisted fate, that Petunia hadn’t been one of the muggles found turned inside out in a disabled loo.

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Headcanon #6

Sirius Black didn’t play Quidditch. He was way too glamorous for that. Although, he was given a shot at being the announcer. This situation didn’t last long due to some of his comments.

“James Potter, has just scored another point for Gryffindor. Look at him! Look at the way the wind whips through his magnificent hair. He sure is a catch. Did you hear that Evans?” “Black.” “Sorry Professor.”

“If you look over there you can see Slytherin seeker, Regulus Black flying around in search of the Golden Snitch. We all know that he’s been having some trouble searching for a girlfriend-” “Black!” “-but don’t worry Reg, a Snitch is the next best thing.”

“Oi! Vanity! My grandma could hit a Bludger better than that!” This comment was followed by a Bludger being sent flying towards Sirius

“Gryffindor chaser, Marlene McKinnons is doing spectacular today. She looks spectacular as well. Especially from my angle, I have a wonder view of her a-” “Black!”

“Tensions are beginning to rise on the field as there have been a few very close attempts at catching the Golden Snitch. One can only wonder what is going on in the minds of the seekers. I reckon right about now Regulus is thinking “how can I have a brother with such fantastic hair but my hair is a greasy mess-” “Black, I will take house points”

“This game seems to be dragging on because my failure of a brother can’t seem to catch a freaking ball-” “Black…” “Sorry, professor. As I was saying the game has come to somewhat of a boring stand still so how about we talk about something a bit more interesting. Guess who I saw making out in an empty corridor.” “Black! This is not what you are here for.” “Sorry, sorry. It was Remus and Mary by the way.” “Sirius Black!” “And if you look over there you can see Remus Lupin blushing even from this distance.” 

“That was a foul! A bloody foul! How are the allowed to do this?” “Black, you are supposed to be unbiased.” “Sure I’m unbiased professor but that doesn’t mean I’m blind. Am I just supposed to act like that didn’t just happen? HE NEARLY KILLED JAMES. YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SLYTHERIN SCUM.” “Black, this is your last warning.” “WHEN I GET MY HAND ON YOU, YOU LITTLE CHEATING B-” Before he could say anymore McGonagall had taken the microphone, banashed him from the field, and finished the commentary on her own. commentator

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When Remus is 11 years old, he finally learns what it means to have friends. He learns that to have friends means having someone to share his time with, someone to help him with his homework and someone he can offer his own aid in return to, someone to have whispered conversations with after the sun has set and he’s supposed to be asleep, someone who sneaks into his bed to punch his shoulder and ask him what he’s been up to today. Even when the dormitories have long since fallen silent and he can’t see anything in the compact darkness of his bed, he can feel Sirius’ smile a mere few inches from his own.

When Remus is 14 years old, he learns what it means to fall in love. He learns that to be in love means that every time he sees Sirius, his stomach flutters, that his mood brightens every time Sirius gives him attention, that his skin burns every time Sirius touches him, that the last thing he thinks about before falling asleep at night is Sirius’ smile. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do about his feelings and for the time being, it doesn’t bother him. He’s happy to love Sirius from a metaphorical distance, because after all, Sirius smiles more at Remus than at anyone else.

When Remus is 15 years old, he learns what it means to have his heart broken. He learns that to have his heart broken means watching Sirius parade around the hallways, hand in hand with his new girlfriend, watching them share an armchair in the common room every evening, watching them share kisses before and during classes. He refuses to acknowledge the hollow feeling in his chest and when James asks him what’s going on, he gives an noncommittal sound in response. Sirius still smiles at Remus more often than not, but not as often as he smiles at his girlfriend. 

When Remus is 16 years old, he learns what it means to have his heart mended. He learns that to have his heart mended means wanting to burst from happiness, wanting to touch Sirius all the time, wanting to tell McGonagall go do something unmentionable to herself when she tells Sirius to go sit somewhere that isn’t next to Remus. They spend what feels like hours every evening in Sirius’ bed, kissing and touching and having mumbling conversations about everything they’re gonna do together once they’re done with school. Sirius smiles happily when Remus tells him, blushing, that he doesn’t much care what he does as long as he’s doing it with Sirius.

When Remus is 21 years old, he re-learns what it means to have his heart broken. He learns that to have a broken heart can come from having two of your best friends brutally murdered, from finding out the reason they were murdered was that their best friend, Remus’ boyfriend, betrayed them, from coming home to an empty flat where everything from the large clock on the wall to the very ceiling whisper about memories of happier times. Remus sits on the couch every evening, staring out into open air. Once in a while, his eyes stray to the photo of himself and Sirius sitting on the book shelf. Sirius is smiling at the Remus in the picture, and the Remus that’s sitting on the couch doesn’t bother fighting the tears, for once in his life.

When Remus is 34 years old, he learns what it means to have his will to live being reignited. He learns that to have his will to live being reignited means being filled with heat from top to bottom, being something that resembles happy, being able to think to himself that maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance he won’t grow old alone. When Sirius has to flee, Remus doesn’t get the chance to say goodbye, but he doesn’t miss the way Sirius smiles at him for a fleeting moment in the Shrieking Shack.

When Remus is 36 years old, he learns what it means to watch the love of his life be ripped away permanently. He learns that to watch the love of his life be ripped away permanently means having his insides turn to stone, having every last trace of hope in his chest vanish, having the vague sense of happiness that’s been building up inside him over the last two years be cruelly torn out by the roots. He watches as the curse hits Sirius in the chest and makes him stumble backwards, hears Harry’s screams and on pure instinct rushes forward to hold him back. 

Sirius smiles at Remus as he disappears.

It’ll be the first and last time Remus doesn’t smile back at Sirius.