Regulus Black's life changed when he was raped by his best friend and roommate Barty Crouch Jr.
Not wanting to ruin the environment of their shared friend group, he kept the traumatic event to himself. The only one who knew about it was, surprisingly, his brother's best friend, James Potter, after a confrontation in the hallway.
Follow Reg as he tries to overcome and heal from the trauma, while falling for the one helping him in this journey.
Ao3 multichapter: For you, anything
James Potter's life turns upside down when Lily - his wife and mother of their two year old son - asked for a divorce. Will he lose himself in the midst of a failed marriage and joined custody?
Sirius Black has been in love with his best friend for over a decade. After offering for James and his son Harry - Sirius's godson - to move in, will he manage to keep his feelings a secret?
Ao3 multichapter: Moonlight Secrets
(CW: implied r*pe/non-con, violence, incest)
At 16, Regulus gets bitten by Greyback for disobeying Voldemort's orders. Consequently, he starts turning into a werewolf in the Shrieking Shack at Hogwarts, along with Lupin and his animagi friends. He fixes his relationship with Sirius and bonds with Remus, catching feelings for both in the meantime. But... so do they.
Ao3 series: Puzzle Pieces
A series set in a muggle American highschool/college AU, with (eventually) different fics about the characters' lives and relationships. Focused on polyamory
My Love is an Anchor (Bringing You Down) - James-centric poly fic with dark themes (CW: su*cide attempt, SH, mention or r*pe, incest, NSFW themes, among others)
Prompt tumblr blogs
A list of tagged tumblr blogs that give you prompts! Both Marauders-based (general or specific ships) and unspecified/general prompts. Hope it's helpful!
Prongsfoot Bingo
A challenge to complete a set of 16 prompts about James x Sirius
The bingo card
Raising Harry snippet
Mutual Coming Out (Ao3)
Any Fandom AU Bingo
A challenge to complete a set of 9 prompts about Alternate Universes
The bingo card
Let them be
A small series of 9 short fics, each one about a character and their relationship with gender, sexuality, feminism, or love.
Let boys wear trousers
Let boys wear skirts
Let people want both
Let people want none
Standalones
Prompts or something random that I remembered turned into one-shots, not connected to each other. Not including those short chats.
Jegulus proposal
James gets trans Reg a dick (light NSFW, fluff)
Lily and Sirius sibling problems solidarity
Jegulus "don't go" prompt
Rosekiller brews amortentia
Sirius finds out about Jegulus
Jegulus raise Harry
Coffee shop AU Jegulus
Drunk Regulus confesses
Trans Regulus runs away
Jegulus breakup
Trans Regulus and intimacy (fluff, implied sex)
Regulus is taken in by the Potters
Prongsfoot (romantic) meet through pottery
James can't stop thinking about stranger Sirius Black (prongsfoot)
Muggle AU James crushing on artist Sirius
Prongsfoot (romantic) bonding over text
James meets Sirius's friends at his birthday (prongsfoot)
Sirius approves of Jegulus
James gives Lily a sweet bday gift (Jily)
Regulus defends James to Lily
Harry Oblivious Potter (Golden Trio Era)
Never Have I Ever ft. poly arrangements (Ao3)
Snippets of WIP Rock 'N' Roll Suicide
The fic (not published yet) is Wolfstar, mostly canon-compliant, focuses on Sirius as a person and his character growth.
Very heavy but most of the posts on tumblr will be of more casual parts of the fic.
Quidditch teams debate
James finds out Sirius bottoms (light NSFW)
Wolfstar coming out to James
Eclipse WIP
James is a single dad and Harry has advanced cancer. He wishes to meet his favourite author before he dies (R.A.B). Regulus agrees to it and falls in love with James.
E-mail to the author
Headcanons
My personal headcanons/theories about the characters :)
My personal ships
Blind Regulus
Peter Pettigrew headcanons
Different ships in cottages
Marauders Era dancing AU/headcanons ft. reggiecantswimm (a thread)
Marauders Era health headcanons
Lesbian Wolfstar
Alcoholic Remus Lupin (TW: addiction)
Prongstail (James x Peter) hcs
Regulus and Lily friendship
Marauders and the Holidays
Ideas I won't write
Feel free to use them as long as you credit me and tag me (I wanna read!)
Remus goes back in time
Two dimensions cross
Formation of Jegulily [might write]
Toxic mix of Wolfstar, Starchaser and (one-sided?) Prongsfoot
Moodboards
Collages of pictures
Jily autumn vibes
Marauders zombie apocalypse AU (TW: blood, MCD)
Starcest slow dance (CW: incest)
Blue starry Starcest (CW: incest)
Black and white Starcest (CW: incest)
Starcest winter vibes (CW: incest)
Smut (NSFW)
Fics with explicit sex (check the tags)
Wolfstar chastity cage (Ao3)
Jegulus kitchen sex (Ao3)
Wolfstar x James threesome (Ao3)
Dead Dove
Fics with themes considered dark, problematic and/or taboo. Mind the tags. DL;DR
Knife play Rosekiller (Ao3) (smut)
Regulus tells James he was SA (Ao3) (TW: past sexual assault)
Hi everyone. I've been thinking about making this for quite some time now, and I realized: I was never going to do it, if I didn't JUST start.
SO here it is, my idea, that won't work without all of you - Make a wish Rare pairs.
The concept is this:
Someone likes a rare pair and would like to read more of them? They make a wish and ping this blog. They may or may not include a prompt, but everything Rare pair is out in the open.
Then Authors of the fandom can come and try to challenge themselves by fulfilling the wishes - Microfic, longfic, epic novel, everything goes. They post it (either directly on tumblr or with a link to the finished work) and ping this blog again - and the blog of the prompter as well :)
That way we can make the world of rare pairs richer, can connect lovers and writers of rare pairs and create new ships and new concepts.
Announcing the first ever Draw Prongsfoot Badly Challenge!
đđđŚCalling all Prongsfoot enthusiasts and questioning shippers - with or without artistic talents!đŚđđ
Get ready for April 2025 and the first (of hopefully many) annual Draw Prongsfoot Badly Challenge!
The concept has been shamelessly stolen (with permission from the lovely @julcheninred) from the Draw Drarry Badly Challenge - if you missed it, go check it out - you won't regret it!
"But I can't draw!" I hear you say... Awesome! Then this is just the fest for you!
"But I don't have time!" Great! Spend 30 seconds on the back of your exam paper, coffee-stained napkin, or meeting agenda. Bad art doesn't take time.
"But I have no ideas!" Draw a scene from your favourite fic or recreate a meme. Just make sure to do it Badly!
"Excuse me, I happen to already be a well-renowned Prongsfoot artist. Do you expect ME to draw Badly?" YES! Draw with your non-dominant hand, wear a blindfold or try your hand at clay sculpturing. I believe in you!!
The rules of the challenge are simple:
Anyone can join! Even if you've never held a pen or only have access to a stick and a puddle of mud
Any media is allowed! It doesn't have to be a drawing if you'd rather knit or stack cheerios into the shape of James's broomstick - as long as you made it and it's Bad!
Anything goes! Make your art silly, funny, wholesome, romantic, sappy, smutty or bloody - as long as it's Bad (and please apply appropriate trigger warnings)
Post your Bad Prongsfoot Art with the tag 'draw prongsfoot badly 2025' and @ this blog - then I'll be ready to smash the reblog button. No upper limit on how many submissions you can make!
Most important of all: Have fun! And remember to show some love to your fellow Bad Prongsfoot Artists
Extra: The creator of the Prongsfoot Truthers community is creating a banner with lots of different prongsfoot art, so if you want to give permission for your Bad Art to be included, just tag @resident-gay-bitch in your post, too!
The Challenge will run from April 1-30 - I'm excited to see lots of terrible art!!
Lots of love from Maddie / @lovelymasks â¤ď¸đŚđâ¤ď¸
Tagging some people to get the ball rolling - please help spread the word! @diamondmeadow @sorenphelps @mycupofrum @lilacella @fiendishfyre @cassiaratheslytherpuff @jmagnabo92 @arliedraws @albi-bumblebee @lostwriter--xx3 @rosemelodyshah @roalinda @in-flvx @plecotusauritus @goldenlionprince @eastwindmlk @bullets-from-another-dimension @neverenoughmarauders @forestdeath1 @onehundredflamingos @jaylienpotter @heartofspells @strugglequill @gracelesslady23 @resident-gay-bitch @cami-chats @nyaightlight @groundzero-v @padfootastic @siriuslyasorceress
Starcest is the slash ship between Sirius Black and Regulus Black! Brothers in the Harry Potter Universe! In order to get access to the server you must DM us!
OUR AO3 COLLECTION CAN BE FOUND HERE!
Rules, FAQ, and Schedule below!
RULES
1. The fest also follows the same age restrictions as the server; 18 and up only!
2. NSFW and Dead Dove are allowed in the fest however depictions of underage people in sexual situations is not allowed in fanart, only in fanfic.
3. The word count minimum is 500 words. There is no maximum.
4. If your work is a multichapter only the first chapter must be completed by the due date.
5. All works must include the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag as this is an incest focused fest.
6. Starcest (Sirius/Regulus) should be the main focus of your work, polyamorous ships are allowed.
7. No AI generated content.
8. This is not an anonymous fest.
FAQ
Q - Can my fic be a multichapter?
A - Yes. Only one chapter has to be posted however if you finish the entire fic within the time frame that is of course allowed.
Q - Are crossovers allowed?
A - Crossovers are not allowed but if you would like to write the characters in an alternate universe that is okay.
Q - Can my work also be a part of another fest or event?
A - Yes but only if they allow the same and allow incestuous pairings.
Q - Does my work have to starcest?
A - Yes
Q - Can my work by quad?
A - Yes, it can be any polyamorous pairing as long as it includes Sirius/Regulus
Q - Can I genderbend starcest?
A - You can write them however you want as long! Genderbent, trans, or any other way you wish to explore.
Q - Does my fic have to follow canon characterization?
A - No you have as much freedom as you want in terms of characterization.
Q - Can I create more than one work?
A - Yes, but you do need to sign up for each individual work, and your first work must be finished.
Q - Can I create art?
A - YES!!!!!!!!
Q - Do I need to create a new work?
A - Yes, however, if it has not been posted to AO3, tumblr, or any other social media platform before it can be used for this fest.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: James Potter/Sirius Black
Rating: Mature
Fic summary: James Potter's life turns upside down when Lily - his wife and mother of their two year old son - asked for a divorce. Will he lose himself in the midst of a failed marriage and joined custody?
Sirius Black has been in love with his best friend for over a decade. After offering for James and his son Harry - Sirius's godson - to move in, will he manage to keep his feelings a secret?
Macrocest Bingo Square: Kisses In The Snow đ¨ď¸
CW: incest
Made this moodboard for the @macrocest bingo! It's Regulus x Sirius in the snowy winter!
Credits: image in the middle was made with picrew (original link here) and colour edited by me, all the remaining images are from Pinterest and edited by me
Hey! Forgot to post this last week đ I published chapter 3 of my Prongsfoot fic!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fic summary
James Potter's life turns upside down when Lily - his wife and mother of their two year old son - asked for a divorce. Will he lose himself in the midst of a failed marriage and joined custody?
Sirius Black has been in love with his best friend for over a decade. After offering for James and his son Harry - Sirius's godson - to move in, will he manage to keep his feelings a secret?
A fic for my Prongsfoot Bingo square: Raising Harry.
did this last year and it was super cute so I'm doing it again đ if anyone feels like it you can decorate my tree and leave a message here đ
also tagging some people who's tree I'd like to decorate: @pizzaapeteer @finalgirllx @wnbweasley @slytherinslut0 @iamgonnagetyouback @notyaslol @stargirlstabber @depressedcoffeeobsess @lupinsweater @jayybugg @machiavellli @doremimosasol @2dloveshp @sun-kissy @tachyon-girl @forever-ev + whoever else wants to do it if I see your link I'll leave a message đ
Awwww this is absolutely lovely! Thanks for the tag my love <3
This is my tree, anyone can decorate it! Just click on the link to leave a message <3
Inviting some of my darlings to participate too: @starchaser-lily @kquil @blacksgarden @aremuslupinsimp @nagareboshi-chiyo @msblacklupin @brainrotbird @jaylienpotter
Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 1/?
James has so much love to give. He's already in a poly relationship with Regulus and Lily - who is also dating Mary - and he loves them both immensely. But even so, he soon realises his highschool crush on Sirius isn't actually gone and that the love he has for his best friend isn't platonic after all... Yet in the midst of all this loving, James forgot to love himself.
Thank you to @jaylienpotter for participating! Donât forgot to leave kudos and a comment!
I'm so excited about this one! I've been working on it for like a year now, as it's part of a big project! It's going to be a longfic so hold tight for updates!
Please check the tags before reading, as it contains dark themes and taboo subjects!
Thank you so much to the mods for creating this event! I'm very happy that I was able to submit two fics! (My other one is the post before this one)
Summary: At 16, Regulus gets bitten by Greyback for disobeying Voldemort's orders. Consequently, he starts turning into a werewolf in the Shrieking Shack at Hogwarts, along with Lupin and his animagi friends. He fixes his relationship with Sirius and bonds with Remus, catching feelings for both in the meantime. But... so do they.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
With posting starting on the 3rd of November (my birthday!) the mods thought they would run a little comment game giveaway for everyone involved in Padfoot Fest 2024, whether as a writer, artist, beta or reader!
Anyone who leaves a comment with (at least) one thing they loved on every fic that is released as part of the fest will be entered into a draw. Three people from that draw will be randomly chosen to win a 1000 word fic of a Sirius pairing of their choice, written by the mods.
If you win, the mods will contact you through one of your AO3 comments to get in touch with you, so get commenting when fics are revealed.
Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 7 K
Warnings: none.
Prompt: Why is it that potions is always so problematic?
This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
Not proofread
Chapter 66: Hot Love
âWell, I certainly know who my partner will be thinking of,â Sirius said maliciously towards Severus, once he overheard the conversation you were having with Slughorn.Â
âYeah, well, I know exactly who youâll be thinking of as well,â the other boy retorted viciously. âAnd it wonât be your stupid little girlfriend, will it?âÂ
Sirius seemed taken aback by his comment. Then he remembered what Severus had seen in the bathroom. âWatch your fucking mouth.âÂ
Severus tilted his head. âMine? Iâm not the one placing it on other lips. On menâs lips.âÂ
âSeverus,â Sirius warned as he turned to him. The greasy-haired boy was speaking louder than normal on purpose. Thankfully, behind the two was only James and Lily, no longer Peter and his partner since they had reassigned seats.
âWhat?â Severus tilted his head. âYou scared your little girlfriend might hear?â he added with a snide smirk. âWhat would you do if I told her?âÂ
âHow about you mind your own fucking business?âÂ
âTouched a nerve?â he asked as he titled his head. âHope I did. Because if you donât do exactly what I fucking tell you to do for the rest of potions, then I will make fucking sure she figures out, and it wonât be in a kind way.âÂ
âWhat you think you sawââ
âDonât even fucking bother to make excuses,â he added. âIs that the real reason they kicked you out of the family? Was Potter perhaps your first lover?âÂ
Sirius' eyes were icy as he stared at Severus, his teeth clashing against each other so tight that they almost hurt. The idea that he might have been cast out for liking men was both disheartening and enraging. Not because he hated that he had been cast out but because he knew it would have been a perfect excuse for his parents. Their heir being a fag? Could not possibly live with that!
In a way, he loved that heâd found yet another way to infuriate his mother, but there was still that strong pang in his heart that made him hate himself for having allowed Severus, of all people, to see how he was vulnerable.Â
Not that he cared about being outed or about Severs telling you anything, you already knew. But he knew Moony didnât want the world to know, and he knew you werenât in love with the idea either. His weakness didnât lay on him, let alone his own feelings, but in yours and Remusâ, and it made it all the more discouraging, especially when he had betrayed your feelings more than once in the past.
âCount the rose petals shreds, would you? We need one hundred and seventy-three,â Severus commanded.Â
Sirius breathed out, closed his eyes and bit the bullet. He pulled them out of the jar and laid them on the table before he started counting. We have to do something about him, he thought as he let out a quiet sigh. Severus was clearly enjoying Siriusâ submissiveness, already imagining all the things heâd force Sirius to do with his newfound influence. Although, even then, he wouldnât drag it on too much.Â
He hated Sirius, but there was something more he wanted. He wanted you to feel as bad as he had felt when he saw Lily and James together. He thought it was your fault they started dating, and you became the cause of this and all of his misfortunes. You, Sirius, James and perhaps the stupid werewolf as well. Heâd disliked their little group for years, but he never expected Evans to actually fall for James, and it happened just as you joined the school. In his mind, there was no way around it, it was your fault he suffered a heartache, and he would make you miserable in retaliation.Â
And while Sirius, feeling miserable, counted the petals, you and Remus were happily measuring your ingredients. âRosebud petals?â you asked as you revised the small list youâd jotted down in your notebook.Â
According to Slughorn, book versions of amorentia often left one or two ingredients out since they did not want students to fully recreate such a powerful potion. But he thought that you should be taught the real potion if any of you actually aspired to become a potioneer. He had a special, annotated book, and he had dictated the ingredients from his own âTried and Trueâ version.Â
âReady,â Remus answered as he checked the ingredients on the pile you had made on the side.Â
â300 grams of Ashwinder Eggs?â You asked and he nodded. âMoon pearl dust?â
âThat was two teaspoons, right?âÂ
âYeah,â you nodded and ticked the little box next to the ingredient. âHoney Water infused with a drop of mint extract?âÂ
âItâs here,â he said as he lifted a small beaker with the right amount of it. Honey water was of a very light, slightly luminescent amber tone, made of 4 parts magically distilled water and 1 part honeyblitz luminhoney. You had been taught how to extract luminhoney once in your older school, and while youâd managed to get out of it unscratched, others werenât quite so lucky. Honeyblitz Bees were rather feisty, and they didnât like people digging around their honeycomb. Thankfully, Hogwarts had a rather large stash of luminhoney, so you didnât have to worry too much about harvesting.Â
The beaker Remus held in his hand, however, was of a light purplish tone, changed by the drop of mint flower extract.Â
You nodded and looked back at your list âNifflerâs Fancy?â
â5 dried leaves crushed in a mortar,â he responded.
âBut we added half a leave to make up for what sticks on the sides, yeah?âÂ
Remus smiled as he heard you and nodded, that had been something he had taught you near the start of the year. It was better to add a little bit more of those ingredients that had to be crushed to dust and squeezed. âAnd about half a knut of root for potency,â he reassured.Â
âNot on the list, I think itâs a brilliant idea,â you responded as you added it to your notes. Potions were no place for heedless improvisation, most required exact ingredients since it was the only way to guarantee that the potion would come out all right; a little bit of the wrong ingredient and you could poison the drinker. But a potioneer with knowledge of the ingredients and their properties âa good potioneerâ could add or subtract small bits of certain ingredients to alter their potionâs results.Â
When you and Remus got âOutstandingâ on your veritaserum, you had actually decided to add an extra Jobberknoll Feather since the ones you got had been rather small. Jobberknol feathers helped both with the potionâs potency and with the durability of its effect. Your potion, according to Slugnorn, had been the longest-lasting, which accounted for an excellent success. You had thought Severusâ face had been hilarious when Slughorn said that and praised your team in front of the entire class.
â7 puffapods?â you asked after you finished scribbling.
âYeah, we took an extra bean, in case theyâre not ripe yet.âÂ
âWeâre not missing anything besides that, are we?âÂ
âThe moonstone extract,â he said as he checked his notes. âDid you write that one down?âÂ
âOh no, I was gonna add it in the end but completely forgot,â you said as you did. âHow much of that was it?âÂ
âFew drops,â he said with a frown. âUntil the potion reaches a Pygmy Puff pink.âÂ
âThatâs too broad,â you said with a shrug.Â
âI thought so, too,â he responded. âI asked Slughorn if there was anything on Flamelâs Potion Hue Scale, and he said to go for FPHS-P63â.
You leaned down and pulled a small booklet, about the size of a chocolate bar, from your bag. At the top, it said FPHS in big letters, and on the inside, it was filled with different colours and their names, almost like a paint sampler. The one you had, had cost a small fortune, but your mother, who had been quite good at potions herself, insisted on getting the complete version instead of the Student one. Remus and you had used it plenty of times, and it had never failed you. Even back when you made polyjuice, getting the right shade of brown (apparently FPHS-B12) had been thanks to the hue scale.Â
You placed the booklet on the table next to the ingredients. âThatâs it, isnât it?âÂ
âYeah,â he nodded with a smile.
âAt least it wonât take us days to brew this one,â you said as you pulled the cauldron out and placed it over the burner âstill off, you didnât need to heat this potion yet.Â
âWe have the thermometer?âÂ
âTheyâre all taken, I was thinking of borrowing one when we need it,â he said and then checked your notes. âDid you pick up some Scourgify Essence by any chance?âÂ
âOh yeah, it said the cauldron had to be extremely cleanâŚâ you said as you picked the small flask out of your pocket and handed it over to him.Â
He carefully picked out a pipet full of it and dropped the liquid onto the cauldron. He then swivelled the liquid inside of it and placed it back on the stand before he took his wand out and whispered, âScourgify.â The liquid made a light sizzling sound, as if burning, and created a small stream of yellow smoke with a smell oddly reminiscent of marigolds.Â
âFrom the calming drought?âÂ
He sniffed, âDefinitely,â he agreed. âOne more time?âÂ
âTo make sure,â you nodded as you added another pipet of the concentrate to the cauldron, this time, you performed the spell. The fizzing sound was a little louder, and the smoke was first green and then white.Â
âGreen was from polyjuice,â he said as he scrunched his nose to the side, the smallest expression of disgust.
âImagine how it tasted,â you said. Although you hadnât smelled anything at all, youâd seen the colour, and you knew Remus had a far better sense of smell.Â
âAnd you did it for the sake of Jamesâ date.âÂ
âWell, theyâre a thing now, arenât they?â you said with a smile and a small tilt of your head. âWhen weâre all old, Iâll be able to remind James of the time I sacrificed my sanity and cleaned the menâs loos for the sake of his relationship.â Â
âOh, and youâll probably remind Lily and their children about it all the time. I can already imagine a senile version of you saying something along the lines of âYou know, you owe your existence to my sacrificeââ
âI wonât be senile! Old yes, butâŚâ
âWeâre all gonna be senile one day,â he said with a smile. âI donât mind it, though. I wonât mind going insane if itâs beside you.âÂ
Heâd said it so casually, as he poured some of the honey water into the cauldron, that he didnât even notice how you had almost choked on your own spit at his words. And there he was, gently stirring the liquid inside the caldron as you stared at him. Heâs right. Perhaps being senile wonât be as bad if Iâm with the two of them.Â
âLittle Witch?â he asked, for the third time, now he was looking at you. âWhat were you thinking about?âÂ
âBubbles,â you said before he had time to tease you about it, and then grabbed the rose petals and dropped them onto the mortar.Â
âBubbles?âÂ
âSlughorn said we need to stir lightly, to avoid bubbles,â you repeated, almost mechanically, as you furiously crushed the rose petals in the mortar, your hand was fast and hard onto the surface, a red paste.Â
âIntention,â he said with a teasing smile. âDonât forget your intention.âÂ
You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. He had a know-it-all smile that would have been infuriating had he not looked so handsome. âWorry not, Iâm definitely thinking of it,â you said as you crushed the petals a little harder. It was now a rather thick paste. You tried not to think much about growing old with the boys as you looked at the mortar. âDoes it say anything about straining?â you asked.Â
âBook says itâs recommended, Slughorn didnât say anything,â he said as he turned to his notes, comparing them with the bookâs recipe.Â
âItâs kind of lumpy,â you said as you put a little bit more force on the mortar.
âLet me try,â he said as he carefully enveloped your hands with his and replaced their spot on the mortar. One arm tangled with yours as he gently pressed the pestle into the mortar. The paste was made only a little lighter, but it was still quite thick, even after being subjected to his werewolf strength. âPerhaps we should strain it. Iâve never seen a lumpy amortentiaâŚâÂ
âMe neither,â you said as you grabbed a small ladle and poured two spoonfuls of the potion onto the mortar, he mixed the paste, now much more watery. âAnother one?âÂ
âNo, I think thatâs enough,â he retorted as he continued grinding. You were both unnecessarily close to one another. Even more, than you normally were, but it seemed natural for your arms to be entangled with one another, for the side of his chest to be so close that you could tell when he was exhaling and inhaling, as if it was meant to be. As if it had always been meant to be, only you hadnât quite realised it.Â
You grabbed a small straining cloth and placed it on top of the cauldron, stretching it just enough for him to pour the petal paste ânow more like petal water- onto it. Most of it went through pretty smoothly, near the end, though he used the same ladle to push the paste towards the straining cloth, squeezing out as much of the liquid still in them as possible.Â
When he was done, you pulled the cloth, bunched it up, and pressed your hands on the small lump at the bottom to squeeze out any remaining liquid.Â
âShould be enough, right?âÂ
âYeah,â he confirmed, revising the colour of the potion and comparing it to his notes. âDoes it look peachy to you?âÂ
âBook says it should be FPHS-RY2, right?â you said as you took the Hue Scale booklet and looked for the colour. He hummed in response and leaned even closer to you, looking over your shoulder as you placed the small shit of paper next to the cauldron.Â
âWe need better light,â he said as he pulled out his wand with an unspoken lumos charm. âItâs a little transparent, but I think itâs the right shade.âÂ
You looked up at him; he was attentively looking at the chart, his brows slightly knotted from the attentive way he was looking at the colours. You smiled and bit your lip as you looked at him. Perhaps if you werenât in such a public place, you would have stolen a kiss from him.Â
âWe need to add the puffapods next,â he said as he picked up the purplish leaves that contained them. âWe need to use a dissolving spell once theyâre inside.âÂ
You nodded, taking the leaves in your hand and using a knife to open it. Puffapods were these gooey, light purple balls that smelled rather disagreeably âat least to youâ and apparently to Remus as well if the way he pulled back from your side was anything to go by. In potions, it was almost always you who took on the tasks of preparing the stronger-smelling ingredients. Itâd started after you figured out he was a werewolf, and he didnât notice youâd been doing it until after he knew about your discovery. He had been so thankful, he made sure to always carry chocolate around with him during potions to give you some after class.Â
You used the knife to place the puffapods onto the cauldron and wiped your hands with a rag since some of the mucus had spread out onto your hands. âI think Iâll wash my hands instead,â you said as the smell didnât subside.Â
âIâll work on the dissolving spell while youâre at it,â he said with a simple nod and you walked towards the end of the classroom where the faucets were. By the time you walked back, Remus was already working on cracking the ahwinder eggs. The liquid inside them was a pinkish and gooey slime, with no smell to it, but when they crashed onto the rest of the potion, the smell of puffapods was swallowed completely, leaving an oddly pleasant smell of something earthy, almost like wet grass or mint.
Remus seemed to notice the change as well. âMint?â he asked.Â
âAnd something leathery, I thinkâŚâ you said. He nodded in agreement. The smell of your potion had been so strong that apparently even Tom, on the table behind you also noticed it.
âDoes anybody else smell something like sandalwood and lavender cologne?âÂ
âNo,â said Beth as she shrugged. âIt does kind of smell kind of citrusy thought.âÂ
âConcentrate on your brews,â Slughorn said to no one in particular, although he had a faint smile on his face as if he too had smelled something pleasant.Â
âDid we bring the distiller?â
âYeah,â he said as he pulled the crystal vases and started accommodating them all, lighting the burner with a small incendio, as you busied yourself with cutting up the nifflerâs fancy leaves. It was quite common for you and Remus to work like that. Almost as if you could read each otherâs minds. With a set of instructions, the two of you could go step by step almost without saying a word, just knowing exactly what the other would do with the ingredients they took in their hands.Â
By the time he was done accommodating, youâd already chopped all the leaves and placed them in a beaker with exactly 9 oz of Potioneer Water for distilling magical ingredients and a knut of root. He tilted the end of the flask, and you poured it onto the blown glass opening. The mixture started bubbling, and the smaller flask on the other side of the pipets started slowly being filled with drops of lightly blue-tinted water.Â
Remus checked his watch. âI think we can start boiling the potion,â he said as he handed over the burner, and you accommodated it under the cauldron. âLow, green fire,â he said.Â
âRight,â you said as you filled the small of the glass bottle with dragonâs breath alcohol and sprinkled it with verdant ember dust.
âYouâll need this one too,â Remus said as he handed over an emerald wick, while it wasnât strictly necessary to use one âthey were more expensive than normal wicksâ they did help with purer fire, and Slughorn allowed students to use them in some of the more complicated potions.Â
âBrilliant,â you said as you accommodated the three wicks and tightened the top of the burner. You placed it underneath the cauldron and turned the fire on with your wand, rolling the small knob at the top to lower the intensity of the fire. The diopside flames crashed against the cast iron of the cauldron. âTemperature should stay under 65 °C,â you said as you checked your notes.Â
Rem turned around, looking towards Beth and Tom. They seemed to be doing fine, although their potion was a little lumpy, they could always strain it in the end. âDo you guys have a thermometer?â Â
âYeah,â Tom said as he handed it over. They were still trying to peel the puffapods, one of them had blown up on Bethâs hand, and they were both busy trying to clean off the slime off their table. âScourgify,â Remus said. The mucus disappeared from their table and from Bethâs robes.Â
âThanks,â she said with a smile as she looked up at him. Then she turned to look at Tom and handed him the pod leaf. âYou try now.âÂ
âNo problem,â Rem said and turned back towards your potion, carefully securing the thermometer onto the side of the cauldron, and allowing only the very tip to touch the potion. You had already pulled out a special crystal spoon that was meant for mixing delicate potions. âItâs three clockwise and six counters every 5 minutes, right?âÂ
âYup,â you said as you pulled out the spoon, allowed it to drip and, with a gentle wave of your hand, caused the hourglass at the end of the table to turn around.
While the time passed, both you and Remus compared your notes, scribbled so fast after Slughorn dictation that some words were almost intelligible, but in between the two of you, youâd managed to get a very complete recipe, annotating all the changes, and moving the recipe to the compendium you had both created for the class.Â
At the beginning of the year, Slughorn had suggested you start your own potion book. With whatever alterations you made, or got recommended by him, and a detailed memoir of your experience making each potion. You had both decided to add the memoir as a separately attached parchment and use the notebook as your personal recipe book. The sections on polyjuice, Veritaserum and Draught of Living DĐľath were the longest and most detailed, since you had made a few modifications to them, and they were also the ones both you and Remus thought could be useful later. The plan was to use Gemino by the time it was ready so you both could keep your own copy.Â
âWe strained before adding the rose petals, instead of in the end, yeah?âÂ
He hummed in return and pointed at the straining cloth youâd used. âI think you used acromantula silk for that.âÂ
âYeah, the finest available,â you said as you added that as a footnote.Â
Then, there was a soft chime from the end of the table. âIâll do the mixing,â Remus said softly as you looked towards the cauldron. âFocus on getting that thought down,â he added as he walked behind you and placed a hand on the back of your neck. He picked the spoon from the plate youâd left it on and dipped it into the potion, gently making the necessary turns and eyeing you as you wrote down some details of the peeling and adding of the puffapods. He smiled as he saw you gently biting your lower lip in concentration. He thought you looked absolutely adorable.
âI think Iâm gonna add an extra clockwise stir.âÂ
âOkay,â you said as you scribbled that on the side of your parchment. Remus was brilliant at calculating the mixing process, so you never questioned his judgement regarding extra stirs.Â
When he was done, you waved your hand again, restarting the clock and then focusing on the small drawing of the puffapods youâd decided to add to the side of the ingredients list.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever told you how beautiful you look when youâre writing things down,â he said with a smile as he leaned a little closer to you. Taking a pencil from the end of the table as an excuse for leaning against you.
You could feel your cheeks heating up from how close he was and how terribly delightful he smelled. Or perhaps it was the entire classroom that smelled nice? No, thatâs not it, you thought. There was still some of that Puffapod smell coming from somewhere near the back. Even then, his smell, or the smell around you at least, seemed to overpower your senses. The temptation to turn around and kiss him was almost too strong to resist. But you somehow managed to force your eyes back onto the paper.Â
âDonât be such a tease,â you murmured.
âItâs not teasing,â he insisted, drawing just a little closer. âItâs true.âÂ
You had to bite your cheeks not to let out a strangled sound. His presence was overwhelming to you at that moment. And you didnât want to fight it, you wanted only to give in.Â
âKeep in mind the sole smell of amorentia can cause havoc,â Slughorn said. âBe careful as you smell it, and remember that perhaps your thoughts are being affected by the brewing. Especially during the infusion period.âÂ
Remus turned to Slughorn and upon realising just how close heâd gotten to you, practically pressing his chest onto your back. He pulled back almost in an instant, taking a pencil with him and clearing his throat. âThatâs the thing you needed?â he asked as he left an eraser on your notebook.
You knew he was only covering for his overly affectionate moment seconds ago, but you nodded. âYeah,â you said. âThanks, Luv.âÂ
He threw you a reproachful look since you rarely used that nickname with him. You simply smiled and sent a short wink his way. Then you turned towards the destination area youâd set up earlier. âI think itâs done,â you said. There was 3 oz of blueish liquid on the small crystal tube. âItâs probably very concentrated.âÂ
âYeah,â Remus said as he turned off the fire on that burner and used his want to float the tube towards his face. The smell emanating from it was earthy and fresh, exactly like distilled nifflerâs fancy should smell like.Â
When the hourglass chimed again, he poured the liquid onto the potion and turned the fire off. The potion was now of a light lilac colour, thick slow bubbles seemed to start at the very top and face towards the bottom of the cauldron, the smell much more powerful now. There was a small hint of chocolate on it now too. At least for you, for Remus, it smelled a little like the perfume youâd worn to the slugparty.Â
âIs that meant to happen?â you asked.
âYeah, itâs actually a good sign,â he said as he took the crystal spoon and started stirring. âItâs four and then the pearl dust,â he said.
âReady,â you said as you took the small recipient with the premeasured shimmery dust.
He turned his hands counterclockwise four times, and you started throwing the dust on the cauldron, gently tapping on the sides of the crystal recipient to make sure all of it fell where it was meant to. After three more stirs, the smell had become even more potent than before. Some students from the back of the class were even peeking through their own cauldrons, trying to figure out where the nice scents were coming from.Â
âAnd now itâs the last ingredient,â he said as he pulled out the small dropper with the moonstone extract. Meanwhile, you took the FPHS and looked for the P63. You lit your wand up next to the potion, which was a silvery lilac colour and had a shimmering-like effect âcaused by the pearl dust.Â
He poured one drop, and the colour changed, becoming a little more warm. Rem added three more drops, and it already looked pink, just a very pale, almost rose-petal pink, not quite P63. He added two more drops, and the colour was already much closer to a match. Not to mention the smell of the potion had become even stronger, almost intoxicating from how much it drew you in, and towards each other. Even Sirius, who had been impossibly annoyed by Severus throughout his entire class, had turned around and started staring at the two of you working on the last steps of your potion. The smell drawing you and Remus in, seeming to work just the same on him.
 âOne or two more?â Remus asked.Â
You frowned and bit your lip, looking at the colour it was and thinking of the one you wanted to achieve. All the while also thinking of both Remus and Sirius and how potent the smell of them on the potion was by now. âTwo,â you said confidently.
He poured two more drops and the potion finally matched P63, the smell became so strong for a moment that it flooded the entire classroom, everyone seemed to turn to look towards your table and you heard Severus curse under his breath. You wonder if his potion smelled like the Rosehoney of Lilyâs perfume, or if perhaps it was the tropical smell of her muggle coconut shampoo she loved so much that he was perceiving. Â
Slughorn walked towards your table, the smell was still strong, but he had used a spell to dissipate some of the smell outside of the classroom through the ventilator tubes on the sides of the walls.Â
âIt seems we have the first finished potion,â he said as he approached. âAnd the scent is quite strong, too. Perhaps some of the strongest amorentia Iâve smelled.â
âThank you, Professor,â both you and Remus said at the same time.Â
âNothing to thank for,â he retorted with a dismissive wave of his hand. âNow, tell me, what do you smell?âÂ
You cleared your throat. âThereâs a minty leathery smell, perhaps with some undertones of pine trees and fresh morning air,â you said.Â
âAnd the next scent?âÂ
âBooks,â you said, âand um⌠something sweet,â you didnât want to say it was chocolate in case someone was listening in to the conversation.Â
âThe last one?âÂ
âItâs the smell of a forest at night,â you said. âDamp earth and moss, wild herbs, evergreen and dew. I also detect a bit ofââ you stopped yourself. âNever mind, I donât know what it is.âÂ
Slughorn looked at you with a bit of a suspicious air, but Remus was the one who had to bite his lips in order to stop a smile from spreading. He had a faint idea of what you might be smelling since he too had gotten that.Â
âAnd you, Mr. Lupin?âÂ
âBooks too,â he said. âA perfume, donât know what itâs made of, and something musky and earthy.âÂ
Slughorn nodded thoughtfully as if he was considering the smells. âAnd?âÂ
âUgh, Iâm not sure what that is,â he lied. It was the same leathery scent you had smelled, except for him it smelled more of Siriusâ fancy citric soap âeven after he got kicked out of his house, he still bought the same elegant soap, and whenever he left the bathroom the entire place was imprinted with that smell. That smell had not only imprinted itself on the bathroom but also on Remusâ mind. The things he had imagined werenât something he had been proud of after heâd emptied himself out in the shower. âPerhaps some kind of soap,â he added in the end.Â
âAnd the last smell?âÂ
âCanât tell,â he lied again. It was the smell of his coat that night at the Potters. You and Sirius. As unmistakable as the sun, and as obvious as the Moon or the brightest star in the nightâs sky. Â
âPerhaps if you lean a little closer?â Slughorn said as he tilted his head.Â
âI mean, I definitely smell something,â Remus corrected. âI just donât know what the scent is.â
âWell, thatâs rather interesting,â he said with a smile. You sensed he was about to ask something else. And you knew the tight spot Rem was in, so you decided to intervene.Â
âWhat do you smell, Professor?âÂ
âWhat do Iââ he asked, almost puzzled. âWell, IâŚâÂ
Got him, you thought as you saw his nervousness. âI mean not to pride, Professor. I just wanted to know if our potion was successful.âÂ
âOh yes, excellently so,â he nodded as he composed himself. âI smell flowers, evening flowers to be precise. A gardenia, evening primrose and Abyssinian gladiolus,â he explained. âI think thereâs some serpent musk and I believe thatâs the very particular smell of giant squid ink and old books.âÂ
âDo you also feel a third smell?â you asked. The more he lost himself in his own thoughts, the further heâd be from asking Remus something else. Rem threw an almost nervous look your way and reached for your hand from under the table, you squeezed his reassuringly, not taking your gaze away from Slughorn.Â
Slughorn hesitated, only now realising how intrusive he might have seemed as he asked you and Remus to describe the scents you perceived in the potion. âYes,â he said. The smell was quite strong and clear for him. âCold and crisp air. The kind of scent you get from standing on a cliff.â And there was also something of that coppery scent that dark magic carried mixed into it, but as you and Remus had done earlier, he decided not to elaborate further on the thing he smelled.
âOh,â you said as you leaned towards the potion again. âShould we bottle this then?âÂ
âPlease,â he said with a smile. âThere are some clean bottles on my table. You may pick whichever you like,â he added before he walked towards a different table.Â
âWhat was the thing you didnât mention?â Remus asked as he leaned a little closer to you.
âCanine scent,â you said with a smile. âMoony and Pads. You?âÂ
âYour perfume,â he admitted. âAndâŚâ There was a hesitation there, an almost imperceptible gulp before he was brave enough to speak it aloud. âMy coat.âÂ
âYour coat?â you asked confused, and then it dawned on you. âBy Merlin. Your coat!âÂ
âAnd Siriusâ soap.âÂ
âThe one that smells kind of like tangerine and sandalwood?â He nodded. You hummed shortly in response. âIâll get a bottle,â you said as you walked towards Slughornâs desk.Â
The assortment of bottles there was huge. From small bottles that could only be used to hold extremely powerful âor explosive-proneâ potions, to the larger flask that would normally be used for potions with a longer shelf life or that were used quite frequently (like Pomfreyâs Skellegro). You sorted through the bottles and grabbed a medium-sized one. About the size of a flattened apple, and with quite a similar shape as well. It was quite heart-shaped, but it was quilted, hobnailed, or something in between, and it had the slightest pinkish hue that you thought could perhaps enhance the shimmering P63 of your potion.
Itâs not that you cared so much about the presentation, but you knew Slughorn did, he had an eye for beautiful things. The way he stored his own potions was indicative enough, besides, every time he was giving a beautiful-looking potion, whoever had given it got either praise for it or a better grade. So once youâd chosen what you thought would be the right bottle, you moved over to find a cork that would fit.Â
While you were walking back to your table you heard an explosion coming from a cauldron near the back. âMr. Prewet, how on earth did you manage to blow something up in a potion with no explosive ingredients?âÂ
âI think I confused purple explosivepods with puffapods,â he said as he looked at the small gooey âmuch brighterâ leaf in his hand⌠Sorry.âÂ
Slughorn sighted and quickly vanished all the ingredients from his table with a simple âevaneso.â Then he looked at the boy rather sternly. âYou and your partner will write an essay on everything that went wrong in your potion to pass the assignment.âÂ
 âCanât I do that too?â someone asked. It was Janice, one of Bethâs roommates.Â
âNo, Miss Stevenson. You must finish your potion.âÂ
âBut itâs blue!â She complained as she stared at her cauldron. âItâs meant to be pink!âÂ
âDid you distil the nifflerâs fancy leaves?â You asked.
âDistil?â she asked as she stared back at her book. âItâs not on the instructions.âÂ
âNo,â Slughorn said. âBut I mentioned it was much better to distil it, since sometimes nifflerâs fancy leaves are inconsistent in concentrations.âÂ
âYou did?â she asked with a frown to which Slughotn nodded.Â
You gave her an apologetic smile and a shrug. âYou could try adding a little bit more honeywater to even things out, but youâll have to improvise with the stirringâŚâÂ
Remus, who was writing some stuff down on his parchment, turned to look at her as well. âI think youâd need 4 extra turns to the right and one to the left for it to work.âÂ
âItâs five to the right,â Severus said with an eye roll. âOr 6, depending on how much honey water they add.âÂ
Remus looked back at his notes with a small frown, scribbling something before scoffing. âSnape is right, 6 to be certain.âÂ
âOh, thank you,â she said with a smile, looking both at you and Remus and then a much shyer, almost scared look towards Severus. âAnd you,â she added much more quietly.Â
âI was just correcting Lupin, I donât care about your potion,â he retorted and went back to his cauldron.Â
She just swallowed and walked towards the ingredient cabinet to get the stuff she would need to, hopefully, fix her mess.Â
You walked back towards Rem with the flask, heâd already picked out the crystal funnel, and you accommodated onto the opening of the flask while he used the ladle to slowly fill up the bottle. Once the bottle was filled, there was still about half as much potion left inside the cauldron.Â
Normally whatever was left over (unbottled) became âCaput Mortuumâ as Slughorn liked to call it, and he threw it down the drain. But before you had time to pick up the cauldron, Slughorn was back at your table. âFinished?âÂ
âAlmost,â you said as you removed the funnel and passed the cork to Remus who had already picked out the label youâd be adding.Â
âExcellent,â he said and moved his wand on top of your cauldron. âPotio Evanesco,â he said. The potion spiralled down until it completely disappeared. âLast time a strong potion like this one was poured down the drain, the school had quite a wild week,â he explained. âYou may leave after your clean-up,â he said after revising his watch.âÂ
âThank you,â Remus replied. Since the cauldron was already clean, you limited yourselves to just taking the leftover ingredient flasks and placing them back in their respective cabinets.Â
As you were walking back to your place to pick your bag up, you decided to pay a small visit to Sirius, who looked absolutely miserable as he was writing some things down.Â
âHowâs the potion?â you asked him.
âNot sure,â he admitted. âIâve only weighed the ingredients three times each.âÂ
You frowned and turned to look at Severus who looked uncomfortable by how close you were standing to Sirius. âDo you really think three times is absolutely necessary?âÂ
âWorry about your own brews,â he retorted without looking at you. Not that he was doing anything important. Just looking at his hourglass.
âHas he been like that all class?â Sirius nodded. âIâm sorry for you,â you told Severus.Â
âIâm the one thatâs sorry for you,â retorted Severus as he finally turned to you.Â
âBeg your pardon?âÂ
He stared daggers at you for a second and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something and then stopped himself. If he was going to make you suffer, he was going to drag it on and end with a bang. Not here where Sirius could just tell you Severus had made it all up, and since you were so enamoured by him, youâd probably gobble all his lies. âNothing,â he said haughtily. âYouâre distracting my partner, please leave.âÂ
âBut he wasnât doing anything.âÂ
âHeâs writing the log.âÂ
âAnd what is he going to write now? Severus looks at the hourglass while we wait for another 5 minutes? Severus looks at the hourglass while we wait another 4 minutes? Donât be ridiculous!âÂ
âYou are exhausting my patience, girl.âÂ
âAnd youâre exhausting mine,â you retorted. âIf you treat people like shit all the time, then it makes sense nobody likes you. Heck even the portraitsââÂ
âThe portraits? How do you evenââ There was a second of silence before he looked back at you, with even more hatred than before. âIt was you!âÂ
âIâm afraid I donât know what youâre talking about,â you retorted calmly. âIâm just saying I heard the portraits talk shit behind your back.â And after that, you added. âSeverus Snail.âÂ
Severus stood up from his seat. âYou donât want to continue messing with me.âÂ
âYouâre the one behaving like a child,â you retorted just as aggressively.Â
âAt least I didnât get my friend and my mother kiIIed.â You were instantly taken aback by his words. Frozen in place as they sank in. When he knew heâd gotten his hand on a fresh wound, he decided to press even harder. âAnd thatâs not even the only thing thatâs breaking apart in your perfect little life, is it? What will you do whenââÂ
âThatâs enough,â Sirius said as he stood in the middle.Â
âNo, no,â Severus said as he placed his hand on Siriusâ shoulder and gently placed him back on his seat. âYou sit down if you donât want me to go running my mouth about you-know-what.â
Sirius gave you a worried look, and it was your short nod that got him to yield. Severus smiled, clearly pleased about being the one with the power in the situation. âAt least I have friends, when was the last time you talked to her?âÂ
Yeah, he might have known where to hurt you, but you also knew how to get back at him. âI have friends!âÂ
âSeverus Snape has no friends,â you said, voice low. âEven the house elves whisper about it.âÂ
âIâll make your life bloody miserable. Shatter your little dream house.â
âYouâre welcome to try!âÂ
âIs everything all right?â Slughorn asked as he leaned closer to the three of you.Â
âJust came to ask Sirius about some homework weâre working on,â you said as you patted your boyfriend on the back. âGood luck on your potion boys!âÂ
Remus had been looking at the whole confrontation from his spot, ready to jump in if it ever got to it. And when you walked back towards him, heâd already finished packing most of his, and your things.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you lied. The pang of your heart caused by Severusâ nasty words still echoing in your head. âLetâs get out of here,â you added as you slung your bag around your shoulder.
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