No surprise, your and Lily’s son turned out to be the best kid in the world. Not exactly sure how much of a part I had to play in that, but I hope you’re happy and not too deeply regretting making me Harry’s godfather instead of Moony. I’d say I’ll try to keep him out of trouble more, except he does a good job of that himself. He’s a good kid, and a damn good Seeker, too. You’d be proud of Harry, if you were here, Merlin’s Beard you would be proud.
Requested: Could you do an imagine/fanfic where Sirius is comforting you during a thunder and lightning storm cause your super afraid of them? Part: 1 of 1
Authors Note: So I hope you like it (I’m actually kind of proud of the personification in this) and I did have a sirius pun in there (he came padding down the stairs lmao im funny). ENJOY
The rain was falling in sheets. It knocked on the windows, beat the walls and pounded the roof. It was a chilly winter night, but you had forgotten about the potions essay that was due the next day, and were curled up on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, books encircling you as you frantically tried to find the history of Felix felicis.
The rain, falling heavily, was droning in the background, making you agitated and the words on the pages blurrier. A soft padding came down the boys staircase, and a shirtless Sirius Black appeared at the bottom, checking the time on the clock above the door, and said in a slightly teasing tone, “L/N? It’s like 2am what are you doing?”
You groaned and slammed one of the textbooks shut, not in the mood for Sirius Black right now. “I forgot about the potions assignment and-” His eyes widened a little and you managed a small smile, trying to avoid staring at his chest, and said in a singsong voice, “You forget the essay, too, Black? Come on, I’ve finished the first paragraph, but this second one is proving to be very difficult.”
He rushed up the stairs, two at a time, and came running back down a few moments later, already in study mode. “Have you tried that one?” He pointed at a nearby book. You shook your head as he picked it up, skimming through the index.
You worked silently for a while, noticing how every few minutes, the rain decided to pound on the windows with greater force. Everything was fine, it was just rain, you could deal with that. Suddenly, rolling thunder rippled through the air, seeming to bounce of the walls and echo in her mind. A flash appeared outside the window, a bolt of lightning shooting down towards the ground. You felt the fear build up in your chest, bubbling over and rising up through her throat. It strangled you, clouded your mind and blurred your surroundings. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Sirius had stopped working when he noticed your quill fall to the ground, “Y/N, are you okay?”
His voice sounded distant, too far away for you to comprehend his words.
You barely noticed your hand quivering, your eyes fixated on the rain against the windows, and on the outside of the building, seeming to cover it like vines, trapping you inside.
Even though you were sitting by the fireplace, the air felt cooler now, gripping onto your skin and refusing to let go. Then, warmth. You felt it on your hand, rushing up your arm and spreading around your body. You looked to where you first felt contact, almost dreamily, and recognised Sirius’ hand gripping yours, his eyes frantic, worried.
It felt like the ice suffocating you had been melted, and, for some reason, you felt better knowing he was right there beside you. You didn’t even notice the tears sliding down your cheeks.
And then you were in his arms, and he was rubbing your back and whispering, “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He didn’t dare say the words It’s just rain, because it wasn’t - to you, it was fear and darkness, it was death, and it terrified you.
Sirius didn’t pull away. Instead, it felt like he held you closer, letting you rest your head on his chest. Your cheeks were wet, and you felt exhausted and finally drifted to sleep, to the beat of the rain on the windows.
The next morning, you awoke on one of the couches of the common room, your eyes slightly puffy and head sore from lack of sleep. There was a strip of parchment on the table, and you recognised your own handwriting at the top, and a slightly different one on the bottom, thicker as if someone had written very slowly. A small note was stuck to it, You drool in your sleep.
if you don’t think the marauders had a drinking game, similar to the one slytherin had with every time draco mentions harry everyone takes a shot but with james mentioning lily, you are dead wrong my friend