*This is the story behind how Peter caught Remus making out with his wife/then-girlfriend that was mentioned in Remus’ Why Did I Marry You? that I posted last week. This was actually really fun to write :) Enjoy!
Summary:The Marauders constantly tease Y/n about her crush on Remus. After months of denying it to them, Y/n finally cracks, admitting to it. A certain Mr Lupin overhears…
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
Note: This is my very first Remus Lupin fic… I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I tried my best 💖x
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“Well hello there Mrs Moony,” Sirius greeted you as you walked into the common room that day. You turned to glare at him, “Will you stop calling me that?”
“I don’t think I can,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the couch besides James and sighed.
“You know Y/n, you should just admit that you fancy our dear wolfy friend, and we’d stop this. If you really think about it, it’s your fault we tease you,” James said with an innocent grin.
“I don’t fancy Remus, okay? I don’t know where you got the idea that I do, but-” You were interrupted.
“Maybe because you’re always staring at him.”
“And you blush every time he speaks.”
“And you stutter around him.”
“And you wrote it in your diary-”
“I don’t have a diary,” you said, confused. “Yes, but if you did, you’d have pages on just his hair,” Sirius replied, “Because we know how much you love his hair.”
A blush started to form on your face as you avoided eye contact with either of the boys. “Awww, look Pads, she’s blushing,” James cooed, his grin almost reaching his ears. “Come on, Y/n, we’ll stop this when you say that you love Moony,” Sirius said as he pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face, “All you have to do is say the words.”
“You guys are impossible,” you grumbled, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like Remus in that way?”
“If it makes you feel any better, Moony has been in love with you since first year,” James said casually, lifting his feet to rest them across your lap. You almost choked on air, “W-What?”
“Yeah, he’s always going on about how perfect and amazing you are, and how he wishes he could be with you. It gets really annoying if I’m honest,” James said, yawning as though it was the most boring thing he had said in his life.
“H-He loves me?” You stuttered, your heart racing, “You’re lying. You’re just trying to make me admit that I love Remus!”
“So you do love him,” Sirius smirked, crowing his arms over his chest triumphantly.
“N-No! I didn’t say that!”
“Yes you did!”
“No I didn’t!”
“Prongs, help me out here, didn’t she just say she loved Moony?” Sirius whipped his head round to look at his best friend.
“He’s right, Y/n. You can’t go back on your word now,” James backed Sirius up, and Sirius nodded at him proudly.
“Can you two just leave me alone for once?” You complained with a frown.
“We will. Once you admit it,” James told you.
“Just admit it!” Sirius yelled loudly, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.
“Fine! I fancy Remus! Are you happy now?! Merlin, you’re both so bloody annoying!” You yelled out.
Sirius nudged James, and they both stood up, large grins on their faces that put you on edge.
“We knew it,” Sirius said smugly, his signature smirk still resting on his face. He then looked somewhere over your shoulder and his face lit up.
“Oh, hey there Moony!” Sirius said loudly, “We’re just leaving.”
You felt your heart stop and your face flooded red. Slowly turning around, you saw that Sirius, for once, was actually telling the truth, and Remus was stood in the doorway to the common room, his mouth fallen in a slack ‘o’ as he stared in your direction.
“P-Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that,” you whispered, your breathing shaky.
Remus took a step towards you slowly. You could see the shock on his face, and it made you anxious not knowing whether it was good-shock or bad-shock. “I.. um.. I heard it,” Remus said in disbelief, “D-Did you mean it, or did you just say it to make them be quiet?”
He could feel his own heart thumping in his chest, hoping against hope that you would say you meant it. His hands curled into fists in his jumper sleeves as he waited in anticipation for your answer.
“If I said I meant it, what would you do?” You asked quietly, trying to avoid looking into his chocolate brown eyes and instead playing with your fingers nervously.
You saw Remus’ face flush as he gulped. He took in your appearance: the way your face was flushed pink, how your hair fell perfectly against your cheeks, and how your eyes seemed to sparkle, even in the simple glow of the fire. He especially took note of how pink your lips were, and never before had the urge to kiss you been so strong. He finally replied, hypnotised by how beautiful you looked illuminated by the flames, “I’d do this.”
Before you could comprehend what was going on, his soft lips had crashed onto yours, taking you completely by surprise.
You felt all your emotions come to play at once as your arms wrapped around Remus’ neck, tugging softly at the loose tufts of hair, resulting in soft moans from his part. His hands gently ran down your frame, gently holding onto your hips as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles over your shirt.
“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I fancy you too,” Remus mumbled against your lips, and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.
“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” a voice mused from behind the couch you were sat on.
Summary: A little headcanon on how would be the first time these HP characters say they love you, the reader.
These three little words had more meaning to Remus than any other word had, to him, they held so much power and emotion he couldn’t just say them to anyone at any time. He had to think it through, was it really worth it put someone’s life in danger, your life in danger, just because his heart was completely drawn to you? He had to be certain that he could protect you and that you would be safer by his side than by yourself, that you were really indeed happier when he was present. He had to be sure you weren’t just infatuated with each other, and yes, truly, in love. And it was on this particular day that he was sure. You were inside Honeydukes in complete awe with all the sweets available, hands full of Chocolate Frogs and pixie puffs, you looked at all sides trying to find sweets enough to take some back to your friends and Remus couldn’t help the feeling he had looking at you, so he simply smiled and said “I love you”. Sure you dropped all the chocolate on the floor and breathed a shaky “W-what?” at your boyfriend’s sudden realisation, but he said it again with all the conviction in the world, receiving an ecstatic kiss and a very sweet “I love you too, Moony.” just right back.
Sirius was the opposite, the words never meant much to him. They held no power to him, in his logic to prove love was to show love. His way to say “I love you” was by saying “take care of yourself” and “be safe”, it was waking up during the night just to see if you weren’t having any nightmares and it was making you your favourite tea and read you a book when you where indeed having them. It was giving you his jumper whenever you forgot yours and spend the entire day in the library with you even if he disliked being there. But when Sirius realised that those words meant something to you, he would hold your face and say “I’m sorry I don’t say this as much as I should but I do love you, sweetheart, I really do, so much.” and would press his lips on yours passionately, surprised because differently from the other times he had spoken those little words, they this time, held more meaning than they had ever done, and ever since that day he would say it often to remind you that he truly, utterly, completely loved you.
James, for a long time, thought those words were silly. He had convinced everyone and even himself that he didn’t believe in that magical cheesy love he easily found on muggle’s romances. It was when he met you that he started changing his mind, it was when you rejected him so many times before accepting to go out with him that he understood that it was possible to hurt from love. It was only when you pressed your silky soft lips on his that he understood what the ‘butterflies’ were and he felt stupid for not believing his friends when they said all that unbelief towards love would backfire. But it was when you were taking a stroll around the Hogwarts’ lake during the winter that he felt the necessity to say those words, it was when you looked at the sky in utter happiness as you felt the first freezing snowflakes falling on your face, frosting your cheeks, it was when you smiled at the sight of snow that you grabbed James’ hands and twirled like a small child during Christmas, it was when you whispered “Snow!” like it was pure magic that he let those words escape his lips, and they escaped so easily, so smoothly that the smile on your face convinced him that love was the best thing in the world.
To Teddy it was relative, he never felt like saying it, it didn’t really matter to him. Even when you started dating, he said it every once in a while that he was in love with you, but never that he loved you. After all, they had a difference and it saddened you a little bit that he would never say it, maybe he wasn’t sure you were the one for him, maybe he was just infatuated? Maybe he didn’t love you? You were a bit let down to be in all honesties, you had been dating for almost two years and he had never said it, not even once, but perhaps that was just his way of being. So you thought that it wasn’t worth confronting him about it, you’d just try to let it go. But on this specific Friday during Summer, you were spending a week with the Potters, and Teddy asked you to dye his hair bubblegum pink. And you agreed, you spread the dye through every soft lock as he sat on a chair in front of a mirror, you noticed he was staring at you through it. You were quietly doing your job, humming one of the lullabies you used to sing for your little siblings, focusing on his hair but the staring wouldn’t stop and when you met his eyes he was trying to hold a smirk. “What are you staring at, Lupin?” you asked raising an eyebrow, “You, (Y/L/N)” he replied, not holding back his infamous smirks. “And why’s that?”“Because you’re stunning and I love you.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do?” You heart had nearly stopped, he had said it, he had freaking said it for Merlin’s sake. “I do, (Y/N), very much.” He said smiling at you. “Well, I-I love you too, Teddy.”
James Sirius Potter
James had a little taste for some of the muggle stuff, his grandfather Arthur Weasley had taught him all he knew about them and even allowed him to borrow his muggle car. One day during summer, when James was talking to you on the phone, you mentioned you had had a fight with your family about some specific grades, that you were really upset and he immediately told you to get ready because he was going to pick you up for a ride, it would make you feel better. He asked his granddad if he could lend him his car to rescue you and soon drove to your house, where you waited sitting on the doorstep, cleaning some of your tears and smiling at the sight of him. You entered the car and he immediately hugged you, you stayed like that for a minute or so, just being close to each other and enjoying the feeling of being in each other arms. “Thank you, James, for taking me away from here.” He kissed your forehead, shaking his head and telling you to put the seat belt on as he started driving. After what felt like ten minutes on the road you opened the window and looked out on it, the comfortable wind refreshing your soul and drying all your tears, your hair flowing backwards as you smiled in contentment. You felt pure bliss, and so did he. James almost couldn’t believe himself on how alluring, sweet and kind you were and how you deserved to be with someone who would love you entirely and make you happy. And in that moment, he knew he wanted to be that person. And as you opened all the windows so the wind would flow through the entire car and you laid your head on his shoulder, he whispered only for you to hear, even though no one was around, “I love you, (Y/N)”. You lifted your head in ecstasy, smiling big, kissing his cheek slowly, “I love you too, Potter.”
Albus Severus Potter
Now Albus would let it slip during a heated fight, he would be so pissed, so furious that all his shy, conserved demeanor would just vanish right away in front of your eyes, he was your best friend and he was exhausted of seeing you giving your all to people who didn’t care for you and ended up tearing your heart apart. He would be so angry at the thought of your heart breaking again in careless hands when he could take such good care of you he would just let it slip, “You just give yourself away to assholes with infinitely lower IQs than yours and end up completely shattered, you don’t deserve this and you hate this feeling yet you always go back to it.” He shouted, “I hate seeing you like this, it’s the absolute worst feeling in the world and it hurts me even more that you keep putting yourself in harmful relationships when you could be with someone who would treat you well and look after you, someone who would love you more than anything in this world and make you happy.” And by that time, tears would be already escaping your eyes, trying senselessly to dry them with the sleeves of your jumper. “Yeah, like who? Who would love me?” You’d scream back. “Me, (Y/N)! I would, I do, so please just stop doing this to yourself and let me love you.” He’d say quietly, his shyness getting the best of him once again, anger long gone by now. And you’d jump in his arms, hiding your face on his chest as tears could not be held any longer. For the first time, you felt like things would be okay and love would finally be kind to you.
You went on a Quidditch game, your house against Slytherin, you didn’t have anything against them, specially since you were dating one, but after that one Slytherin asshole hid all your belongings around the school, ridiculed your house and your friends it became all personal, and you wanted nothing more than your house to crush him and his team. Scorpius was a caring and protective boyfriend, but when it came to Quidditch you guys had agreed you’d cheer for your respective houses and never, ever argue about it. And as you watched the game, booing that shithead and rooting for your house as loud as you could, Scorpius watched you silently from the other side of the field, he observed your clothes all colored in respect for your house and how you laughed and cheered as your house scored. You looked so radiant and so beautiful in that moment, sticking up for your house and yourself, he didn’t know what came into him but when he realised what he was doing he already was in your house’s side of the field in the grandstand and his arms were wrapped around your waist. “What are you doing here?” You asked kissing his cheek, ecstatic to see him but confused since you’d agreed when games like that happened you wouldn’t talk about it or go together, to avoid fights. “I came to root for my girl and her house, no shithead has the right to do this to the girl I love.” “Even if he’s from your house?” “Even if he’s from my house. He’ll be hearing from me afterwards.” He said throwing an annoyed look at the boy, who stared at both of you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him right there, your friends cheered for you and let loud “awww”s as he pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “I love you too, Malfoy.”
Sirius gets sick while he’s supposed to be “laying low at Lupin’s”. They can’t figure out what’s causing his illness so they can’t treat him at home, but they also can’t take him to see a healer or a doctor due to his whole “WANTED FOR MANY DEATHS BY BOTH WIZARDS AND MUGGLES” situation, so…
A/N:Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me
Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the
dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your
arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed
without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the
corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little,
mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.
The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and
Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that.
You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after
mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling
gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender
throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’
grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision
as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the
blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at
her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying.
Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.”
You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You
didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing
together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You
watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now
quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the
baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus
gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl
evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly
in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly,
but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right
back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he
began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt
“My beautiful little angel,”
he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced
on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider.
What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was
always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that
woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But,
sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t
sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re
a tad too young to count sheep.”
Remus wiggled his fingers
on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll
take that as a yes, then, Hope.”
Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it
Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came
around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were
killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of
depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was
spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you
made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and
with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your
hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for
your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure
You were torn from your
thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once
upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest,
fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what
you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’
Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called
Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for
the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal
knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived
in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in
the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad
sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”
You forced back a laugh.
Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the
chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus
continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in
Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir
Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans.
Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart,
which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the
princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the
perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave
knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the
poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his
pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan
to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction
and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the
rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a
pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d
retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”
You could tell Hope was
dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv
slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus
was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous
creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing
smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift.
You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But,
as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s
going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”
You shifted slightly,
becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly.
When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time,
Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple
out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him
explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You
tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and
kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on
his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting
Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into
cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir
Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’
heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and
thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you
kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was
in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times,
the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the
fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other
until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new
Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”
Remus kissed the top of
Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib
carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so
With a yawn, he sleepily
walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips
and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into
the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”
Remus let out a loud groan
before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and
hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and
wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”
(Woooo more prompts! AAWWW REMUS 😍 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him always picking on you more than any other of his students, simply because he loves your witty comebacks and finds it too cute to see you struggle not to laugh and smile too much about it
-Wearing his sweaters and cuddling up to him as you’d both hang out, only for you to come up with a lame excuse whenever you’d forget to hand it back to him and your friends would find it in your room
-Him always staying by your side as much as he can during the holidays away from school as the two of you can finally go on dates together
-Him purposely but subtly pacing back in forth whenever he hears about you having detention for your misbehavior, only to follow you once you are out to grab your hand and whisper he’ll be punishing you for making him wait for so long
-Him trying his best to help you study for your final exams and pushing you to work harder to succeed but always ending up distracting you with his silly jokes, only for you to end up pulling all nighters and for him to find a way to apologize to you
-You finding out about his lycanthropy after you had decided to follow him along one night, and since taking your Animagi classes very seriously in hopes to be able keep him company one day, only to surprise him whenever he hears about all your efforts from Professor McGonagall
-Him doubting himself whenever he sees other boys flirting with you and wondering if you would be better off with someone your age, only for you to always figure it out and reassure him that you truly do love him and that you are happy by his side
-Him passing by you as you’re standing or by your desk simply to hand you a secret note, surprising you with encouraging praises or his plans for you
-Secret quick kisses and hugs after everyone has left class, only for him to sometimes forget himself and keep you for a longer while until you’d have to remind him that you have other classes
-Him always knowing how to comfort you whenever you are feeling down and making you smile all over again, as he’d promise himself to make you as happy as he can
Imagine the advances to wizarding society if Sirius Black had lived…
After the war, Sirius would have had a huge inheritance from parents he wanted to spite and a lot of leisure time to find good uses for it. We could have had…
1. Fleamont House: A house - perhaps even a heavily renovated 12 Grimmauld Place - where Hogwarts students can stay over breaks if going “home” wouldn’t be good for them (i.e., students like Sirius, Harry, or Tom Riddle).
2. Rest for Regulus: A seemingly bottomless grant awarded to the Auror department with the goals of:
Researching a way to deactivate Inferi;
Applying this research to deactivate all Inferi in Voldemort’s cave;
Identifying the remains taken from the cave using the best of both wizarding and muggle technology; and
Returning the remains to their next of kin for proper burial, or, if no next of kin is available, interring them respectfully within the Ministry.
3. Justice for All: A lobbying organization dedicated to pressuring the Ministry to improve their legal system, most notably,
By requiring that all suspects be awarded a full and fair trial before being sent to Azkaban; and
By working to outlaw the use of dementors in any correctional facility, including Azkaban.
4. Gentle Jails: Working in close collaboration with Justice for All, Gentle Jails builds small, secure, and humane (in particular, dementor-free) holding facilities for suspects awaiting trial. Gentle Jails funds their construction projects with donations, thereby cutting through all financial excuses the Ministry has for only using Azkaban to house suspects.
And finally, his personal favorite, the first one to be founded, the most heavily funded, the one that gets the most of his personal time and attention…
5. The Moony Institute for Lycanthropic Studies: A multidisciplinary research and applications powerhouse dedicated to improving the lives of people affected by lycanthropy.
The research division includes:
Anthropologists who document the life experiences of werewolves both in and outside of packs;
Psychologists studying the mental impact of lycanthropy, and how to make it easier;
Historians working to prevent the erasure of werewolf accomplishments and contributions; and of course,
Medical scientists searching for better treatments, and ultimately, a cure.
The applied research and services division works in a tremendous and ever-expanding variety of ways, including:
A hotline number that can be called anonymously with any lycanthropy-related question or crisis;
A counseling program, based largely on the research of the anthropology division, aimed at helping newly-bitten werewolves find social support within their community rather than joining a pack;
A second counseling service available to packs to improve their standard of living and help integrate them into society to whatever degree they desire;
A third counseling service, which provides short- and long-term therapy to werewolves and their loved ones on a sliding payment scale, with many clients treated for free;
A library of all things related to lycanthropy, which is open to the public (anyone can view the materials in the building; getting a card to take things home requires a small fee);
Partnering with potioneers to provide Wolfsbane potion (and other treatments developed by the research division) on a sliding scale of payment - with many patients paying nothing;
The construction and management of a building full of secure but comfortable transformation rooms, available at no charge and without any ID. Any werewolf can request a safe place to spend the full moon, no questions asked, no money required. Rooms come equipped with sound-proof walls, soft furniture, a pool of drinkable water, a protein-rich meal, and things like sticks or toys to chew on and destroy if the mood strikes;
An awareness team that visits schools and other events to dispel myths about werewolves and discourage prejudice;
Employment services to help clients find werewolf-friendly jobs. In addition to helping with job searches, this division keeps track of their clients’ experiences with different companies to better inform future applicants;
Lobbying efforts to repeal hateful laws and pass new ones including laws to (1) give werewolves equal rights as non-werewolves, (2) criminalize anti-werewolf discrimination in employment, housing, and public access to services, (3) establish Safe Haven zones for parents to abandon their bitten children (proposed after the heartbreaking discovery of a high rate of post-bite infanticide; the Moony Institute itself was the first Safe Haven location tonbe announced), (4) require employers to offer medical leave for werewolves around the full moon, and (5) require hospitals be trained in lycanthropic medicine;
Lobbying efforts to end the shuffle of werewolves between the beast and being divisions of the Ministry, and instead classify them as human (this was the project Sirius was most passionate about); and
Project Pup, which pairs werewolves with a dog to keep them company and soothe them during full moons. Werewolves apply for Project Pup and have to pass a background check and psychological evaluation (to make sure the dog will be safe). Much like Guiding Eyes for the Blind, it is then the recipient’s responsibility to take care of the dog. When the dogs get too old to accompany the client on full moons, they can either return it to the Moony Institute to be adopted out, or they can keep it as a pet (which most do). Either way, they are automatically eligible for a replacement full moon companion. All dogs are pulled from “death row” at high-kill Muggle animal shelters (that part was Hermione’s idea). (This was Sirius’s first project, and it is probably the Moony Institute’s most acclaimed accomplishment.)
The Moony Institute became much larger than Sirius ever envisioned, and it had tremendous impact on the lives of people with lycanthropy all over the world. A surprising number of donors came forward to keep it afloat and non-profit (even the Black fortune couldn’t do it alone forever!). It created a lot of jobs, and preferentially hired werewolves to fill them. So much of the staff has lycanthropy, in fact, that many offices shut down altogether around the full moon! (Which is fine, because their clients are in poor shape at that time too.) It brought Sirius endless joy to put his bigoted family’s money to use improving the lives of “half-breeds,” especially because it was all inspired by his half-blood friend.
Finally, although he may never hear of it since it’s a Muggle charity, but if he ever found out about the Innocence Project, Sirius would be a regular and generous donor.
(Obviously these headcanons rest on the assumption that he experienced some personal growth, which I think is entirely possible if he had time to heal from Azkaban and got to spend more time with Harry and Remus.)
request: Hey!! I was wondering if I could get a sirius x shy bookworm reader where he’s trying to ask her to hogsmead, Thanks love xx
yay here it is!!
“Thanks (Y/N)! See you next week!” A boy from Slytherin said, picking up his books and walking out of the library.
On your off-time you would tutor students. Every subject in Hogwarts fascinated you so you took liberty to be the best at all of them. Not in a cocky sort of way, you just loved learning.
You gave him a kind smile and waved and put your materials away. After doing so, you pulled out your favorite book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and you fell in love with it.
So deep into reading about Mooncalves, that you never realized another body that sat across from you at the once empty table. You heard a throat clearing and you glanced up from your book and looked across the table just from the top of your book.
“Hi.” Said Sirius Black, the Gryffindor in your same year. You remember the day he got sorted and it was very astonishing to say the least, but you were happy to know that he didn’t follow the stereotype of his family.
You gave him a warm smile while keeping eye contact, “Hi.”
“You’re (Y/N), correct me if I’m wrong.” He said charmingly. You felt your heart flutter.
“You’re right.” You answered, placing your book down and folding the corner of the page, a very bad habit you had. You always forgot to carry around your bookmark and sometimes hated to ruin the pages. Looking back at a few books that you’ve read, you’ve learned to admire the bends because it gave you memories of how good the book was, especially if there was a drastic space between the pages with folds.
“I’m Sirius.” Sirius said, folding his hands out in front of him on top of the table and fiddled with his thumbs.
“I know.” You answered, biting you lip shyly.
“Of course that was such a stupid thing to say.” He muttered to himself and shook his head as his two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It wasn’t, you were being polite.” You reassured him, chuckling slightly.
He sighed and gave you a grateful smile before continuing, “I was wondering if you, you know, would like to- Of course if you don’t want to you don’t have to. But go with me- accompany me, to Hogsmeade this weekend?” He stammered, his face going completely red.
You felt butterflies in your stomach and a blush creep onto your face before, subconsciously, twirling the ends of your hair with your finger. “Yeah, I would love to.”
“Great! I was thinking we can go to Flourish and Blotts and look for books! I never see you without one so why not add to your collection, right?” He exclaimed.
Your smile grew and everything he said made you feel happy. Not only has he been noticing you for a while, he noticed a little habit or characteristic and it was obvious that’s what always went across his mind. If felt great that he noticed the small things.
“I would really love that. We can go to Honeydukes after, yeah?” You offered. His smile grew even bigger and he nodded eagerly.
“Yeah that’d be incredible! Saturday around twelve?” He asked. You smiled, putting your book in your bag.
“Twelve it is.”
this was so much fun to write and it was so cute omg xxx
[[request prompt: Please do an Imagine with Remus where the Marauders are curious because he disappears randomly, not because of the werewolf-disaster but because he’s secretly making out with a shy Reader :D]]
I have been dying to write this imagine omg I’m so excited for this !! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)
**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**
warnings: none, just pure fluff
**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!
☼☼ BEING IN LOVE WITH REMUS JOHN LUPIN WOULD INCLUDE ☼☼
[3 of 3 — Dating the <G O O D> Marauders]
❂ All love stories have a beginning, middle, and end, and for you and Remus, it was no different.
❂ The two of you met at St. Mungo’s. He was in from a werewolf attack; you were in from the use of dark magic.
❂ The nurses called him a monster. They called you a victim.
❂ You thought he was gorgeous and fragile—like a glass doll, vulnerable. You were both covered in scratches and bruises that could eventually scar over. Your brains were damaged beyond repair, insecurities rising from the grave to haunt you evermore.
❂ On the second week of your stay at St. Mungo’s, Remus was released. He came back a mere three hours after his dismissal to keep you company. Your parents were the causes of the wounds inflicted on you, and thus, you had no visitors—no friends, family, or even strangers.
❂ Remus liked that you didn’t mock the scars aligning the crevices of his jaw. He liked that you didn’t judge him for being a monster.
❂ On the first day, he read aloud Beauty and the Beast. The two of you were children, and you had never read a single fairytale in your life while Remus spent his childhood enriched in fantasy. Remus wanted to introduce you into magical realms far less sinister than the one you resided in.
❂ «I wish I were Belle.»
«You can be anyone you want to be, Y/N.»
❂ On the second day, he brought an enormous stack of fairytale novellas. He told you that his favorite was Jack and the Beanstalk, and you eagerly asked for him to read it aloud.
❂ Your parents never read to you storybooks before bedtime, and Remus’s passion for fairytales filled you with delight. You wished that he had been in your life longer than just a few weeks. You wished that you had grown up knowing such a kind and benevolent soul.
❂ When you were finally released from the hospital, Aurors came and escorted you to the Ministry. They asked for you to stand on trial and recount the pain your mother and father inflicted on you.
❂ Though it hurt to remember the day’s happenings, you were willing to do anything that would keep you from their custody.
❂ Your parents were put in Azkaban, and you were moved in with a muggle family that coincidentally lived in the same village as the Lupins.
❂ Remus was ecstatic to have you by his side for forever and always.
❂ Remus’s mother and father both adored you, and they thought that Remus didn’t deserve you.
❂ “He’s a monster, Y/N.”
“He’s the closest thing to Prince Charming that I’ve ever known.”
❂ You both had a ritual of going to the local park at midnight and cuddling together as you read your favorite fairytales over and over again. On full moons, it would only be you, and you’d sit and stare up at the moon, the only thought in your mind being a certain chocolate-loving werewolf and his gorgeous smile. And you would implore your ancestors to have mercy.
❂ And in that summer before the notorious Marauders would attend Hogwarts, the two of you got your letters. And that same night, two ecstatic eleven-year-olds shared their first little kiss, wrapped up in their excitement.
❂ There was no awkwardness. There was only love, compassion—faith and joy.
❂ The two of you were so happy to be attending the same school together, and the night before September 1st, Remus had looked so vulnerable.
❂ He asked, “You won’t abandon me, will you?”
There wasn’t a second’s hesitation before you told him, “Never in a million years.”
❂ On September 1st, 1971, you asked for your muggle foster parents to let you go with Remus’s family, and your wish was granted.
❂ On the train, you and Remus spent the first thirty minutes alone and in a comfortable silence as you read fairytales together. Then suddenly, three fumbling imbeciles toppled into the compartment.
❂ The tallest one, Sirius, said, “Pardon us!” while the bespectacled one, James, just grinned stupidly. The pudgy one, Peter, waved awkwardly, giving a rushed apology. And the five of you become the notorious and inseparable Marauders, just like that.
❂ The five of you were sorted into Gryffindor, much to your locked-up parents’ chagrin and the ever-rebellious Sirius’s delight.
❂ Remus gave you a soft smile when the Sorting Hat proclaimed you a Gryffindor. He knew how worried and overwhelmed with anxiety you were in thinking you’d somehow end up a model of your mother or father. And when you came to plop down beside him, he enveloped you into a hug. Sirius and James made kissy-faces behind your backs, and if you were older and more mature, maybe you would have thrown up your middle finger as a reply.
❂ James and Sirius were the troublesome duo that always caused mischief that roped you, Remus, and Peter into detention. Peter was the ever-awed spectator who would nod vigorously at anything James said or done. You and Remus were the avid book readers and tentative lovers.
❂ One of Sirius’s favorite pastimes was teasing you and Remus for being so awkwardly-in-love.
❂ “Where’s the affection? Are the two of you too wrapped up in your own awkward neediness that you can’t even give each other a simple peck?”
“Shut up, Sirius!”
❂ In all honesty, the only reason that you and Remus strictly forbade PDA was because of how deeply rooted Remus’s insecurities were. He even neglected in asking you to be his girlfriend due to the belief embedded into his head that he was a monster.
❂ “I don’t deserve you, Y/N.”
“Remus, you’re the only one I could ever be with. I love you!”
❂ And during the summer before third year, he finally gained the guts. There was nothing but you and Remus, an atmosphere of love and devotion, as you enveloped him in your arms and smashed your lips onto his. You murmured, “Yes,” over and over again into the kiss, all until Remus laughingly put a finger between your lips and his. And for the first time in your entire life, you knew what it felt to be truly content.
❂ Hogwarts was a happy endeavor, but while you knew of Remus’s “furry little secret,” the other Marauders didn’t. It hurt to keep such a heavy secret from your best mates, especially during full moons. But your heart would always be with Remus, your promises always kept, and his pleas for you to lie and deceive your best mates always went swiftly and steadily. You didn’t want to upset Remus. You loved him more than anything in your life, and if he thought the best approach was to not get the boys involved, then you’d follow through. But the boys had other plans.
❂ On a full moon in the spring, during third year, the boys followed Remus to the Shrieking Shack. And they came back with bruises and scratches, an unconscious Remus dragged along with them.
❂ You were horrified, especially when it dawned on you that your mates had figured out his secret. Remus was going to be insecure, was going to sob from self-loathing, when he awoke to find that the beast in him had inflicted wounds onto his best friends.
❂ You ushered the four to the Hospital Wing, and you sat there by Remus’s bedside, staring at him like he could wake any moment. You never truly knew how beautiful he was until that moment—until you caught a glimpse of his peaceful countenance, his soft features, his sharp jaw, his rosy lips. And still, he felt poor towards himself. He hated himself. And that bloody hurt to think about.
❂ You and the Marauders spent the rest of third year trying to fix him. You wanted to better his perception of himself, and you planned for it. You didn’t want him to hate himself when he was the most caring, compassionate, and beautiful individual you’d ever met.
❂ During the beginning of fourth-year, the Marauders came up with a plan to become unregistered Animaguses. You wished to participate and help, but the boys refused.
❂ “Remus would have our hides!”
“But I want to help!”
❂ They went through, and slowly, new nicknames arose—Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. You thought they were rather silly, but it made Remus feel better. All the jokes and companionship—the way the boys would do anything to help Remus during full moons—made you wonder where such wonderful people had been all your life.
❂ Lily Evans, at first, had detested you, all for the love you had for the boys. But slowly, she began to soften her feelings towards you, and you, Marlene, Lily, Mary, and Alice became good friends.
❂ The last three years of Hogwarts were hard. Remus’s insecurities worsened, and he needed constant validation to even feel the slightest bit better about himself, and Sirius’s home situation reached an all time low. Somedays you would find him on a couch in the common-room just crying, and you would hug and console him as he sobbed his worries and insecurities into your shoulder. You and Remus were prefects every year, something that turned heated out in empty corridors as you wandered around “on patrol.” And in your seventh year, you got to watch a second romance unfold—that of Lily Evans and James Potter. And you enjoyed every second of watching the slow realization of feelings.
❂ Then, the Marauders’s time at Hogwarts ended. And you were set to live your lives out in the real world, but all five of you knew that you wouldn’t be going anywhere. After all, Sirius needed to play best man at Jily’s wedding and a little tike had to be born, one way or another.
❂ James and Lily got married a mere year after Hogwarts let out. You were the Maid of Honor, Sirius the Best Man—and when you made your toast, you threatened Lily into foreswearing she’d make you godmother of at least one of her future children. That had set the room into a bout of laughter, with Remus watching you with a soft smile dimpling his face.
❂ Three days after the wedding, Remus popped the big question. And who were you to deny the affections of your childhood sweetheart?
❂ Your wedding was a small affair, unlike that of James and Lily. You and Remus were private people, liking the quiet and relishing in times of solitude. And your romance had always been tentative; Remus wanted to kiss you and not have to worry about feeling nervous. He wanted to kiss you like he always had—like you were precious cargo, someone he never wanted to let go for as long as he lived.
❂ The two of you had a honeymoon that ended with you two more in love than ever, and you moved in together. You were happy and content to lay in his arms each night, to awaken with a soft peck to the head and a rough voice whispering, “Good morning.” You had always dreamed of a happily-ever-after like this since you were a little girl. And you had got it.
❂ But life isn’t a fairy-tale. And happy endings sure-as-hell don’t go without a price.
❂ And when James and Lily died, you and Remus fought to have custody of Harry. But Professor Dumbledore refused, stating that he had to be in the custody of his aunt and uncle.
❂ “That will not a true home, Professor! They won’t love him.”
“We can give him happiness. We can be a family.”
❂ That night, you both cried for your losses. You cried for James, for Lily, for Peter—three innocent lives, taken. And Sirius, how his betrayal fractured your soul into pieces. Then Harry, young and innocent Harry being stripped away from two willing and loving parental figures and put into the custody of two magic-hating Muggles. And it was so unfair. You wouldn’t know the golden boy with James’s face and Lily’s eyes, the child whose first word was “Paddy” and favorite pastime was riding a miniature broomstick. You wouldn’t know him.
❂ At least you had each other. And for now, that was all that you needed.