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Someone: *Trying to openly flirt with Sirius* “Come on, I don’t bite”
Remus: *Smashes through a wall* *Knocks over bookshelves* *Rolls up sleeves* “I do!”
Imagine being a ghost of the castle and Fred is the only one who can see you
The Forgotten | Prologue, Part 1
Word count: 604
Warnings: None
“Don’t you see georgie?” Fred pointed his finger at you from across the hall. You were floating carelessly by the great hall’s grand window, unaware of the ginger boy, who’s attention you had captured. To him you appeared too young to belong as “one of the generic ghosts of hogwarts”, unlike the many long dead. He was filled with burning curiosity and wondered what it was about you that made him so drawn to you. All of this was unbeknownst to you of course, because surely “Why would anyone care about you, you were invisible”.
“I told you before mate, there’s nothing there.” Seeing nothing, george retorted and took a hold of his brothers arm in the hopes of dragging him away from the seemingly vacant hall. Fred protested by tearing his arm out of his brothers grip, clinging himself closer to the edge of the door frame to get a better look at you. Unlike the rest of the ghosts of the castle, which appeared like a washed out copy of their former selves alive, you however, had an ethereal aura around you, a faint glow if you like. If it weren't for your drained complexion and clearly pained expression, Fred could have sworn that you weren’t even a ghost at all.
You stared longingly through the stained glass window, and brought your hand up to the glass only to have it go straight through without even touching it. One of the many inconveniences about being a ghost was that you could not interact with anything in the living. Only your spiritual appearance remained. Finally deciding that hovering around the Main hall had lost its excitement, you turned away towards the wall and floated straight through it to the next corridor.
Imagine being a ghost of the castle and Fred is the only one who can see you.
The Forgotten - Prologue
Things die, but they don’t always stay dead. For so long, I struggled with the idea of being dead and I often wondered how my life was so easily taken away from me. As of now I can’t remember exactly how I died, frankly, I can’t remember much from before and I don’t even care...but you get the picture. All that matters is that I died once - I don't recommend it. I always had this feeling as though my humanity was completely stripped away from me and there was no part of me left worth remembering. But, every now and then, memories of my life in Hogwarts would flash to the surface of my mind and it paints a clearer picture. I was a student at Hogwarts and I had friends… although even now, I can’t remember their faces. Part of what makes this whole experience so difficult is that no one can see me, and even though there are many lingering ghosts floating around the castle who are clearly visible to the naked eye. I am one of the few that no one can see. No matter how hard I tried, there was no one who could see me. That is, until I met him.
Requests
Hey everyone! I have decided to close my requests box for now because I have SO MANY prompts and request that I have in the works so that asks box will be closed temporarily. Thank you to everyone who submitted a request!! You should see more writing soon! Thank you so much for your love and feedback! You guys are so amazing!
Imagine being on your period and Remus thinks you’re hurt because he can smell blood.
Requested: Yes
“(Y/N)? Are you hurt? What’s going on??!!!”
Full Moon - Part 2
Remus Lupin imagine
(Part 1)
Request: Hello! I saw that you accept prompts so I’d like to suggest something if it’s not a problem. Would you mind writing about 37- Please don’t leave me again and 12- But I love you anyway with young Remus, please? I have an idea for context in mind but you can ignore it I wouldn’t mind. So, uhm, our cutie here hurts the reader , which who he’s in a relationship with, during a full moon and decided to break things off with her to protect us but she keeps being there for him? Please house free!
37) “Please don’t leave me again”
12)”But I love you anyway”
Word count: 2208 (whoops)
a/n: Here it is guys! Part 2 is finally posted. Thank you so much for all of your love from Part 1. I’m so glad that you liked it. I got a bunch of requests for me to hurry up with the second part so here it is! I really appreciate your feedback and I hope you enjoy! and I’m sorry it took so long.
Blinding flashes obscured your vision. Each time you opened your eyes, they would be viewing a different scene. You don’t remember much, only that you felt a constant searing pain all along your left side from your injured leg and up your torso from where you were dragged so forcefully against the ground. The first time that you had urged yourself to open your eyes, you were being carried by someone unknown, your weak limbs hanging at your sides, as they sprinted through the castle.
“MADAM POMFREY!” The person carrying you called in distress, sending an everlasting echo to chime up and down the halls of the school. Their grip on you was tight so that you would not fall, but the compression was making the pain unbearable.
“Re-Remus…” you uttered, barely a whisper leaving your lips. Teeth, claws, screaming, pain, and then darkness. All floating around in your mind. Leaving imprints of your last horrific moments, etched into your brain. Where was he now? Was he okay?
Full Moon - Part 1
Remus Lupin Imagine
(Part 2)
Request: Hello! I saw that you accept prompts so I'd like to suggest something if it's not a problem. Would you mind writing about 37- Please don't leave me again and 12- But I love you anyway with young Remus, please? I have an idea for context in mind but you can ignore it I wouldn't mind. So, uhm, our cutie here hurts the reader , which who he's in a relationship with, during a full moon and decided to break things off with her to protect us but she keeps being there for him? Please house free!
37) “Please don’t leave me again”
12)”But I love you anyway”
Word count: 1300 (ish)
Warnings: Violent descriptions
a/n: Thank you so much for requesting this! I had SO much fun writing it! I cant wait to see what you all come up with in the future! I feel like this was a good note to leave it on and I will add the rest of the prompt into a part 2! I hope thats okay, I have everything planned out, dont worry
A chill was settling in the dark winter air as you and your boyfriend Remus were making your way down to the Quidditch Pitch to watch James play. Remus looked as though he would rather be somewhere else, with a far off look stuck in his eyes. He gripped his jumper tightly, taking long uneasy breaths as if the chilled breeze was causing him severe internal pain. You noticed on your trek to down from the castle that Remus constantly pulled back his scarf from around his neck and spent a decent amount of time trying to scratch himself. It wasn't long before you reached the entrance of the quidditch pitch and Remus let out a painful cry and went rigid, his head rolling backwards.
“Remus? Are you okay?” I instantly put my hand on his shoulder. He was cold to touch and as he suddenly keeled over he appeared like he was on the verge of throwing up. You lifted your head up to the masses of students who were also making their way to the pitch, they turned their heads towards Remus’ direction as he continued to make more painful grunts. “What’s happening to you?”
James Potter imagines (femxreader)
Request: Hi! could you please do #1 and #18 pls! thank you! - anon
1) “I guess I fell for you”
18)”I just cant help myself when I’m around you”
Word count: 1463
a/n: Remember that you can request several prompts if you like, just to make the story more interesting, it also gives me more material to work with! Also feel free you add personal characteristics for the reader if you like!
You had always been good friends with the Marauders. Ever since you had met them on the platform before your first year at Hogwarts, you just clicked and bonded together like glue. Every year you would share the same compartment on the train and would raid the trolley whenever it rolled by. You were feisty and fearless, so it wasn’t a total surprise when you got sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of the boys. For six years you remained only friends, that is until James Potter had begun to grow feelings for you.
It wasn’t an immediate change, but he became very aware at how often guys would come up and want to talk to you. How he had not noticed this before was beyond him. The one time that bothered him the most was during dinner in the Great Hall. You sat across from him and Remus, with Sirius next to you. It irked him at how easily some random Slytherin guy would come and openly flirt with you, and he had to sit there and watch. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, you were just his friend and nothing had changed. As usual he would forcefully try to remind himself of this. But no matter what he tried to think he always had the sudden urge to want to put his hand in yours whenever he saw you in the hallway, or how he had to restrain himself from staring at you in the middle of class. Any time you were studying in the common room, he started noticing how you would bite your lip when you were concentrating really hard, and it drove him crazy. He wanted to kiss you but he tried to think better of himself because he knew you only saw him as a friend.
“She’s my best friend!”
“But she’s stunning!”
“Shes still see’s me as just a friend though”
“What if I told her my feelings”
“But that could ruin everything”
“What if I don’t care?”
James’ change in attitude towards you did not go unnoticed, however. You picked up on how he didn’t talk very often with you anymore if you were alone together, and whenever you glanced at him in class you would find him already looking in your direction, but hastily turning away when your eyes met each other. For a few weeks this new behavior carried out but you brushed it off as just mere curiosity. Even after many attempts to get on his level, he would become all distracted and avoid you altogether. It was getting annoying.
You had to find a way to get him alone to talk to you, and so you snatched your next opportunity when everyone was heading down to the quidditch pitch for the game of Gryffindor against Slytherin. When you and the rest of the Marauders had found your seats in the stands, both teams were making there way onto the pitch and you glanced down to the Gryffindor team and found James with his signature smirk on his face. He was so in his element, and boy, did he love the attention. The crowd was cheering and majority were sporting the infamous red and gold colors to represent the Gryffindor house.
The quidditch referee finally called out to the players to mount their brooms.The whistle blew and they were off. The players were flying in every which way to catch up with the quaffle as it zoomed up and down the field. Until it was in the hands of a gryffindor girl who you did not recognize. She weaved in among the players trying to block her but triumphantly managed to score a goal, the cheers from the crowds became defining.
Then the quaffle finally fell into the hands of James. He was playing brilliantly, with multiple shots fired, the score came to 60-10. James was about to score another point when..
“Hey, baby. why don’t you come and sit on my lap tonight and I can show you what a real man can do with his broomstick.” an arrogant boy from Slytherin had called in your direction. You felt disgusted and Sirius and Remus had come to your aid by yelling profanities back at him. “You foul git!” “Sod off will ya!” They cried in unison. But as you rolled your eyes, you found that the obnoxious sytherin was now rapidly falling towards the ground, hit by a flying quaffle.
“Foul, potter!” Roared the commentator “10 points from Gryffindor!”
When the game had drawn to a close, you excused yourself from the rest of the boys as you went to the Gryffindor changing room where James was most likely about to finish up. What were you thinking? Can't this wait? Why were you so adamant on talking to him now? Was this really that important that it had to happen right now?
You pushed those thoughts aside as you entered the changing room. James was standing there with his exposed back towards you, facing the wall. You took a moment to admire how his muscles moved together in perfect sync. There was no one else in the room as far you could tell, so you felt safe enough to call out.
“James?”
“What? Oh, (Y/N)? It’s you. What are you doing here?” A blush rising to his cheeks. “I thought you would be up at the castle with everyone else.” His voice became muffled from pulling his black school robes over his head, turning in your direction. Your mouth suddenly clamped shut and you had to urge your self to speak as though your voice became lodge in your throat.
“I had to see you.” You racked your brain as to what to say. As of right now, you had no idea why he didn't want anything to do with you. Was it something that you said? How would you be able to explain yourself if you didn't even know you did. It crossed your mind how James would hardly ever get upset with anyone, unless it was at the expense of his ego. So what did you do then?
“I wanted to know what I did that’s making you avoid me all of a sudden” You breathed a sigh of relief, letting the words flow from your mouth. He looked up at you with a sodden expression.
“What? No I’m not avoiding you” He stated quickly, looking at the ground, making sure to not meet your stare.
“I’m not an idiot, James. I see the way you always avert you gaze when I look at you. You have barely said a word to me all week, you become all fidgety whenever it's just us in a room together, and don’t think I haven't noticed how you become all bad tempered during dinner sometimes. And what was that ]about on the pitch? Was that really necessary to knock that guy off his broom?” You gestured behind you towards the field.
“He was being a git, he deserved it”
“Even so, what did I do that got you all in a fuss? Whatever I did I’m sorry...”
“Oh, (Y/N).” he breathed through a laugh. He covered his mouth so to hide his growing grin. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“I can’t believe that’s what you think” he grinned. “(Y/N)....I just can't help myself when I’m around you.”
“What are you talking about”
“I can't explain it, you just…. Whenever you are around, the room just lights up” he started. “You know?”
“I get frustrated because I hate to see how people easily flirt with you when I can't do anything about it. Out on the pitch just then. that annoyed the crap out of me, that piece of trash deserved to fall off his broom” He let out a laugh and continued.” I bet Godric Gryffindor is rolling in his grave because I’ve been such a coward, I should have told you sooner but I didn't know how to, I kind of just thought that it was just a feeling...
“I guess what I’m trying to say is..Well I guess the thing is...” he stuttered
You raised your arms above your head in exasperation. “Oh for the love of Merlin, just spit it out James!.”
But you had been swiftly caught off guard as James moved forward and smashed his lips onto yours, knocking you both off balance. He kissed you with a deep passion, and it made you crave more of him. You had no idea how starving you were until you had tasted his lips. He held you everywhere from up your back and over your arms and suddenly he was kissing you harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need you had never known before.
He pulled away slowly, still holding you in his embrace, Looking into your eyes he said “Well, I guess I fell for you...”
Hey there lovlies! Here’s another imagine for ya’ll. tell me what you thought of it I would LOVE your feed back! Fell free to request anything to me for an imagines or just a gif imagines. Hope you liked it!
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Send in your Harry Potter prompts from the list below with any character that you wish. PLEASE send in requests, it will be fun to see what you guys would like me to write. Probably wont write smut, sorry.
“I guess I fell for you”
“Was that a fucking pun?”
“How do I know I can trust you?” “You don’t”
“What do you mean you LOST the baby?”
“I need you to hide me”
“Stop enjoying this so much”
“Is this your diary?”
“Can you stop staring”
“But you're just so fascinating”
“You wanna bet?”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“But I love you anyway”
“Great minds think alike”
“I don't need a knight in shining armour!”
“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”
“Can you keep a secret”
“Why would you do this to me?”
“I just can't help myself when I’m around you”
“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it”
“Are you jealous?”
“I’m not losing you again”
“Do you find pleasure in hurting me this way?”
“I really wanna kiss you right now”
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Bite me!”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t have feelings for me”
“How can you say that after what they did to you?”
“Go then, leave. See if I care”
“Stop biting that fucking lip”
“Go fuck yourself!”
“Is that a promise?”
“Shut up and dance with me”
“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”
“I know you’re lying to me”
“You’re lucky you’re cute”
“Please don’t leave me again”
“You’re the reason I get out of bed in the morning”
I don’t hate you, you’re just super irritating”
“I can’t help falling in love with you”
“I didn’t realize how much you meant to me until you were gone”
“I dare you to kiss me”
“I would kiss you if you weren’t so goddamn stubborn”
“How can you be so oblivious to the way I feel about you”
“Don’t tempt me”
“Where were you when I needed you the most?”
“Why is everything a game to you?”
“Don’t you dare touch her”
“Hold my hand so they get jealous”
“Why should I care? We’re not together anymore”
“Maybe one day”
Fred Weasley Imagine
Requested: Nope
Warnings: (Not that I know of?)
Word Count: 1080
You always enjoyed joining the weasleys at the burrow. Molly and Arthur loved your company, mainly because you were so generous and loving towards all of their children. Especially their son, Fred, who was your boyfriend and the one you bonded with the most.
You admired him in a way that made your heart ache. You could never understand what it was about him that made you love him so much, whether it be from his lighthearted and mischievous nature, or the way that he always knew how to put a smile on your face, even at the worst of times.
The Weasleys living room compared greatly in warmth to the harsh wintery cold outside. As you buried your face into the latest edition of Advanced Transfiguration, Fred walked into the room and grinned at how easily you seemed to fit in to his home.
“Hello love” he called.
You looked up from your book momentarily to give Fred a loving smile as he approached. “Hello Freddie”
Returning back to your page, Fred sprawled out on the couch, sitting next to you and moving your legs so that they were resting over his lap. He traced circles over your thigh with his palm
“You know wanna know something, love?” he started, “you never let yourself have a break from studying, even during the christmas holidays you’re stuck with a book.” he gestured towards the large tome you had currently in your hands.
“You work so hard.” a genuine smile on his face.
These words had caught your attention and you looked up once again from your book and smiled at him. It was true, you did have an act for over studying sometimes and it meant that you wouldn’t have a lot of spare time for Fred but it amused you how much he tried to get your attention.
“What if I like studying, this stuff is quite fascinating you know, perhaps if you ever tried picking up a book, you might learn something” you said, smirking, causing a laugh from Fred.
Although, he recomposed himself while putting a hand over his heart, trying to look offended. “Was that sass, (Y/L/N)?” He grinned.
“Yes, I do think it was” you smirked, not looking up at him.
Your eyes instead travelled to where his hand had moved from your thigh and he made the gracious effort to shift himself closer to you.
“Well then” he started, “What if I…” Fred leaned his head close to yours, so that you were barely inches apart. Looking up at him, you could feel his breath on your skin and his closeness to you was intoxicating. His lips were so close to yours that it became almost too hard to concentrate on what was happening. You had begun to lean in when…
“Do…this!!” Before his lips had met yours, he yanked the book from out of your hands and jumped off the couch with it, laughing hysterically as he went.
“Fred Weasley!” you bellowed, getting up immediately running after him.
Fred had much longer legs than you so it was easier for him to move quicker. It also meant that when you tried to reach for your book in his hand, it was barely even close. You reached your arms up above your head like a child and jumped for the book,
“Give that back!”
“What?” he said, still laughing. “You said I should pick up a book” Fred snickered, holding the book high out of your reach. “So I did!”
This wasn’t unusual behavior from Fred. At times when you were focusing on a project or when you were finishing an essay, he would always be there to distract you and cause trouble. You had thought back to the times when you had received multiple detentions in class because Fred had distracted you for a gag. Of course he never complained, because he got to spend extra time with you while you two polished trophies for detention.
“I swear to Merlin, Fred Weasley, if you don’t give that back right now, I’ll….I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Fred teased, bringing his face close to yours again with a giant grin plastered on it. There it was again, that grin. The one that made your knees buckle every time you saw it.
“I’ll…..” but you didn’t know what to say. At that moment, as you looked into Fred’s mischievous eyes, nothing needed to be said.
Instead you planted your lips onto his in a tender kiss. The impact had caught him off guard momentarily before he found his bearings, he chucked the book onto the couch and placed his hands on your hips, holding you tight. You ran your hands through his fiery hair and melted into the kiss. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than you could have imagined. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and you opened your mouth with a small sigh into the kiss.
“Fred? Have you seen the-OH goodness!”
You both broke apart at the sound of Fred’s mother, Mrs Weasley entering the room, with a heap of washing. You’re cheeks had turned to a deep shade of puce, and you frantically looked around the room trying to think of something to say.
“Oh Mrs Weasley, Im so sorry, we were just-”
“Oh no deary its completely fine” she cut you off with a loving smile. Trying to hold up the load of washing.
You looked up at Fred who was rubbing that back of his head, with a stupid grin on his face. You noticed that Mrs Weasley was struggling with the washing so you strode up to her to help, hoping that it would distract her by what she had just walked in on.
“Here, Mrs Weasley, let me help” you insisted, moving your hands towards the pile of clothes. She looked at you once again with that motherly smile of hers, moving the basket out of your hands.
“No, no deary! you do too much for us already, you keep Ginny company and you’re a good influence on Fred, as I have noticed. Your cheeks grew an even darker shade of red, knowing that Fred was behind you listening.
“It’s always good to have you here, I wish that you were part of my family, you would be a wonderful addition ” She beamed at you.
“You never know mum!” Fred called, “Maybe one day”
You looked back at Fred and beamed!
This is my first ever imagines LOL I KNOW ITS BAD BUT if you liked it please let me know so that i can write more in the future. ALSO if you wanted to request any imagines or any prompts that you have then feel free to ask me anything!
Also credits to the gif owner
Imagine going to the Yule Ball and leaving Sirius Speechless
“Is that you, (Y/N)? ...Wow”
Imagine getting killed by Bellatrix in front of Harry, and all he can do is watch as you lay dying in front of him.
“(Y/N)! No no no no, you cant be dead!”
Imagine Draco taunting Harry about you being a mudblood, and he tries to defend you
“Say that again, you git and I’ll stun you!”
Imagine being on the set of Harry Potter and Daniel Radcliffe is always trying to make you laugh
“Hey (Y/N)!, look at this!”
Imagine confessing to Fred that you have feelings for him, but he doesn't believe you.