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@slytherinqween
I’m thinking about…
that Remus would be 100% vegan, because of the animals, and also because he feels like a monster even without eating animals. And so Remus, because he cooks absolutely amazing (and that’s a fact), would one evening after dinner explain to Sirus why he is vegan and how they treat animals and what it does to nature etc. And so Sirius would switch to a vegan diet too.
i cannot decide whether i want to be:
renus lupin
dark academia
pirate
so i have decided - i aspire to be all of them 🥺
Frustration and fear.
Hiii!!❤️can you please write a wolfstar fic where snape gets his revenge on Sirius for the whomping willow incident by using the sectumspempra curse on him and Remus is really worried about Sirius ?? ❤️
Sirius saw the blood before he felt it. It created thin lines of red, like thread wrapping slowly around his chest, his palms, his throat. Thin and thick strips that seeped through his white dress shirt, his black robes. They created new colors as they mixed with his maroon and gold tie.
“I might have been saved.” Sirius stumbled back, at the pain slowly leaking its way into his nerves, at the voice in front of him. Snape slashed his wand once more, and Sirius was on his knees, feeling the skin across his chest spring open with the motion, “But you won’t be.”
There was a hand around his neck, cool and clamming and clenched into his skin, pulling his eyes upwards. Snape leaned over him. His shirt sleeve was stained red, “And they’ll find you like this. The others.” James, Peter, Remus, Remus Remus—
Snape snarled, “They’ll find you right here, right in their reach, dead.”
Sirius, the second Snape had appeared in their dorm and raised his wand, had decided to keep silent. Snape wouldn’t kill him outright, not that he’d really expected to be killed at all. Hurt, yes. Left to hurt, definitely. His wand was across the dorm on Remus’ bed, but he had felt the heavy weight of his and James’ mirror in his pocket. His escape, his call for help. Except now his vision was going blurry. He couldn’t feel his fingers. I’m getting blood on the carpet, he thought. Mum won’t like that.
When Snape let go, Sirius dropped, hands just barely catching himself. The rug was wet from the cut across his chest, and it sponged around his fingers, turning them red too. The door shut, and for a moment all Sirius could do was stare at the steady trickling feeling within him, like he was a cracked ceramic vase that had yet to be mended. When the word smeared across his vision again, he remembered. He reached into his pocket, got blood on the surface, and he thought his lips said James’ name, but he wasn’t entirely sure until James appeared, grinning and then not.
“Sirius.” When James said his name, Sirius allowed himself to close his eyes, “Fuck, what—“ Then there were footsteps, and he heard Remus’ voice, faintly, and in pieces.
James—
wrong—
—Padfoot
where—
—dorm, I think
awake—stay aw—
footsteps footsteps footsteps
Sirius started when the door opened. It banged fiercely against the wall and Sirius’ entire body jerked.
“No—“ He heard himself say, because for a moment the walls weren’t red they were black, and the hands on him were long and manicured, not Remus’. And then he blinked again and absolutely everything was red, even Remus’ hands. Remus hadn’t touched Sirius in weeks. So long, so long, Remus, I’m sorry—
“There’s blood on your cheek.” Sirius mumbled instead when he found Remus’ eyes, and when he reached his arm out to smear it away, he only made it worse, “Shit.“
“Pads.” Remus’ lips trembled around the word as he gathered Sirius’ form against his chest, his eyes darting around his body, “What happened to you? Who—”
Sirius gasped as Remus trailed the tip of his wand along a cut. The healing spell tore the skin apart and Remus—or maybe it was himself—sobbed.
“Merlin, oh god.” Remus threw his wand away as if it had burned him and Sirius, the amount of pain almost numbing, curled further into Remus’ chest and said, “Snape.”
This time it really was Remus who let out a sorrow filled noise, following Sirius’ lead and cradling his head in his arm, bloody fingers in his hair. Sirius closed his eyes at the touch, “Re—“
“No.” Remus’ breath trembled, “No, don’t close your eyes, Pads. Padfoot.” A warm palm pressed to his cheek, “It’s okay. Open your eyes, Sirius, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
Even through Sirius’ blood-loss-fog, he knew this was, finally, an acceptation of an apology. He felt lighter because of it, even if the forgiveness probably had a lot to do with the blood they sat in. Sirius tried to do his part, to open his eyes, but they were suddenly heavy, too heavy.
“‘m trying.” He pushed his cheek into Remus’ touch, or rather, let it fall. His words slurred, “I don’t know what he did to me—“
“Where is he?” A new, shriller voice entered the room, followed by a gasp, “Mr. Black…Oh—“ McGonagall knelt, “Poppy, come, bring the stretcher—“
“I can’t stop all the blood.” Remus’ voice again, ripped and torn over the words, “Please—if I let go—“
“Mr. Lupin, you must.”
“Re.” Sirius’ hearing was foggy now. He was warm, he felt light. Remus was holding him, Remus forgave him, “Stay.”
It was the last thing he remembered.
~
He was in the Hospital Wing when he woke. The light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows hurt his head. There was a hand in his and sandy hair resting on his thigh. The weight sent warmth spiraling through him. He reached out almost hesitantly, his arm surprising him with how heavy it felt, and as a result ended up dropping his palm atop Remus’ head with much more momentum than intended. The result was Remus starting upright, gasping his name.
“Sorry.” Sirius rasped, “Sorry.” The word tasted bitter, but he couldn’t stop saying it, “Sorry.”
Remus shook his head, pulling Sirius’ fingers between his own, “I already told you.” He pressed a kiss to Sirius’ knuckles in place of finishing the sentence. It’s okay.
Sirius nods, minutely because it hurts, because everything hurts now that he thinks about it. Remus sees the wince and is instantly on his feet and pressing the mouth of a small bottle to his lips. The pain lessens, but even the dull throb is a reminder that something happened.
When Remus moves to scoot his stool closer and presses his fingers through his hair, Sirius finds his voice again. He loops his fingers around Remus’ elbow, just for the warmth, for the pulse, “Do they know what it was? What’s happened to Snape?”
Remus looks away, and for a second Sirius thinks someone is coming. But then Remus looks down again and he realizes it was to soften the simmering of anger that was at constant threat of boiling over, “He’s probably still in Dumbledore’s office. They picked him up almost immediately after I told them what you said. They checked his wand.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, letting his fingers trail up Remus’ forearm to his hand again, pulling it against his chest, “And?” Remus watched the motion, biting at his cheek and reaching out with his other hand to hold Sirius’ between them, to run his thumb over Sirius’ lip, little touches that Sirius swore he could bask in until the end of time.
“That’s the thing.” Remus shook his head, disbelieving, “They didn’t recognize the spell, or the name. Seprum—I don’t even remember, when they told me you were still bleeding so I was barely even half listening.” Remus swallowed and a corner of his mouth lifted as Sirius pressed a kiss to his palm, “But they cast it. The spell, they cast it on one of the dead rats from Potions.” Remus let out a breath and it shook. His grip tightened on Sirius, “The thing cut itself to fucking ribbons.”
Sirius blinked, remembering watching the lines of blood bloom across his own body, “I…How is that possible?”
“He invented it.” Remus scoffed suddenly, lips twisting in a grimacing smile, “Can you fucking believe that? The little fuck invented something as awful as that. And then—then to use it on—“ Remus shook his head, pressing a hand over his mouth like the thought made him legitimately sick to his stomach.
Sirius felt a little nauseated too, if he was telling the truth, “Merlin.”
They sat in silence for a moment until Remus found it in him to remove his hand, pressing it back warmly to Sirius’ skin, “Anyway, he’s going to be expelled. Maybe even tried at the Ministry. For attempted murder.”
“Merlin.” Sirius said again, then, his his heart stuttered, “Re.”
But Remus was already shaking his head, “He won’t talk about that.” Remus seemed to have read Sirius’ mind. After all, Sirius had brought this on himself. He’d lead Snape to the Shack. He could be tried too.
“How do you know?” Sirius whispered.
Remus was still shaking his head, but he leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss to Sirius’ forehead. Sirius pressed on, “Remus, if he talks about me, he’ll talk about you, he’ll expose—“
“Dumbledore won’t let that happen.”
“How—“
“I don’t.” Remus’ voice shook, “I don’t know, and I don’t want to think about that, the point—“ Remus pressed his palms to Sirius cheeks, “The point is you’re alive. Okay? You’re alive and you didn’t die fighting with me.” Sirius blinked and suddenly there were tears in Remus’ eyes, “You almost died thinking I hated you. I almost lost you having told you I hated you. I swear, Pads, if that had been the last thing I said to you—“
“But it wasn’t.” Sirius struggled for a moment before sitting up on his elbows, ignoring the burn of freshly spelled wounds, “And—“ his voice dropped to a whisper again, “And if you have to leave, Re, I’ll come with you.” He reached out with one bandaged hand, and Remus let with a soft sigh, “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
“Even into hiding?” Remus’ voice shook, “Sirius, I don’t want that for you.”
“I want it for me.”
“You want me, maybe—“
“Definitely.”
“—but not the rest of it.” Remus shakes his head, “Not the wolf. Not the, the judgement.”
Sirius leans forward all the way, tugging on Remus’ shirt collar until he gingerly sits on the edge of the hospital bed, “If that’s what comes with you, then yes.” Sirius lets Remus search his eyes for a lie because he won’t find any, “Then yeah, I do. What, you think I can’t handle some judgment? A few fuckers who can’t get their facts straight? Re, I come from a whole family of those.”
He only smiles once, after a few moments, Remus lets out a little watery laugh of his own. Then he wiped at his cheek and nudged his fingers beneath the hem of Sirius pajamas, feeling for warm skin, for comfort, “Well, nothing’s even happened yet, so. So, I don’t even know why we’re talking about it—no, no, no, Pads, I’m going to hurt—“
“No, you won’t.” Sirius finished his sudden attack of pulling Remus’ legs to settle on either side of his hips, smiling and, before Remus can get out another word, pressing their mouths together. He runs his tongue along Remus’ lips and squeezes his waist tighter when Remus lets out a hot breath into his mouth. Sirius only barely breaks away enough to speak, “‘m just gonna kiss you now, okay?”
Remus snorts a little, “Until Madame Pomfrey comes in to stop us?”
The corner of Sirius’ mouth lifts and Remus turns to kiss it, “Exactly.”
The Aftermath of Sirius Black’s prank
Part One
The air around him was cold as he walked through the wall to the platform for his sixth year at Hogwarts. It’s the 1st of September 1976. It’s been exactly two months since Sirius was last in contact with any of his friends and he doubts that will end today. He was standing side by side with his brother, only Regulus was as far from him as he could possibly get. It had been a rough summer. Snape was constantly around the Black’s house, doing all he could to gain the trust of Voldemort and, as it seemed, begin his revenge on Sirius for the unfortunate prank that he pulled at the end of last year. He never told his parents about Sirius’s friendship with ‘the halfbreed’, or even mentioned it at all. Sirius believed Dumbledore had given Snape a warning about what would happen if he did, and surprisingly he didn’t. But that didn’t stop him from telling his mother all of the other friends he had, or the stunts that Sirius pulled, some of which were made up solely for the fact that Walburga would punish him harder the more Snape told her. He had looked in the mirror that morning as he began getting ready to head to the station, torso and back black and blue, scars littering his skin, no longer on just his back, but everywhere, the consequences of the cruciatus curse. He had layered as many clothes on as he possibly could, trying to hide as many scars and bruises as he could and ultimately failed. He eventually gave up, doing the bare minimum, knowing nobody would be paying attention to him anyway.
At the end of their fifth year, the school had ultimately turned against Sirius after seeing that James, Peter and especially Remus were not talking or even acknowledging Sirius’ presence. He knew there would be no point making effort if he was going to be ignored anyways. He figured the situation would be the same as their last term, except Sirius wasn’t sure he would be able to manage sleeping in the same dorm with people who hated him. They had all told him that. One by one. Remus said it first, and he had every right to, along with a string of other insults, the worst being that Sirius was more of a Black than he thought. The line thawed in Sirius’ mind, and he often found himself waking up sweating, those simple words running through his head.
James was next, except he was less willing to say them. It took everything for James to say those words to Sirius and he hadn’t said anything since. Peter, following by example, had mumbled it under his breath, but Sirius had heard it loud and clear. He was hated by the only people who had ever loved him.
And so here he stood, preparing to board the train, ready for the hell that awaited him as he stepped through Hogwarts’ doors. He quickly rushed onto the train, hoping to find an empty carriage. Walking down the aisle side eying every carriage, he stopped for a moment at the familiar one on his right. Inside was his former best friends, laughing wholeheartedly at the events of James’ summer. He looked down for a moment, imagining where he would be right if he hadn't pulled that god awful prank. He imagined himself sprawled over Remus, head in his lap and chocolate in his hand ready to hand over to Remus when he asked. The full moon has been a week ago and although Remus tried to hide it, from where he stood to the side, Sirius could see that he was hurt and in pain still. He knew they were getting worse every month, the older Remus got the more he felt the effects of the moon. He quickly glanced up to look over his friends, well… he didn’t know what they were anymore, but he looked at them individually and rushed past the carriage, missing the way three pairs of eyes followed him and then looked away just as quickly.
Down the far end of the train, Sirius saw an empty carriage and hauled himself inside, locking the door and pulling the curtain over the window. He sat, hands on his knees clawing at his trousers, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He scowled at himself. Why was he crying? He wasn’t the one who was hurt and betrayed so why was he feeling like it. He stopped grabbing his trousers and moved on to his hair instead, pulling it with enough force to rip it but stopping before he did, relishing in the little seconds of pain it gave him.
He heard a knock on the door. He stilled, trying to figure out who could possibly want to talk to him. Slowly, he began to lift the blind up, seeing a worried face glance at him. Lily Evans. He unlocked the door with uncertainty and moved to the other side of the carriage as soon as she could get in. She sat opposite him and gave him a soft, sad smile. He looked at her confused as to why she was here.
“I know I'm the last person you expected to see,” she started, carefully choosing her words. “But I have something to say. I don’t like what you did. At all. You hurt him, the one person who shouldn’t have, and you did. But I also don’t like how they have been treating you. Do they have a right to be mad at you? Yes. But leaving you all on your own…” she broke off looking out the window.
“I...I wanted you to know that I'm here for you. I know you’re probably thinking why aren’t I with Remus? Well Remus has James and Peter on his side and they’re all ignoring you. It’s only fair that you get somebody to check in with you. In no way is this me choosing you over him. But you deserve somebody on your side, Sirius, even if I hate what you did to him.”
With that she left the carriage, leaving Sirius looking after her, surprised and confused. Did he hear her right? She was on his side? Obviously not for the prank but, maybe he still had a friend here after all. He sat back against the seat, in deep thought. He was still deep in thought as the train came to a stop at Hogsmeade station and he stepped off the train. To the side he saw the guys pushing each other as they got off, still laughing. He turned his head. There on the other side of the station were Lily, Marlene, Alice and Mary. They all knew what he had done most likely, and yet they still gave him that same soft smile that Lily had given him earlier. Maybe this year won’t be so bad if he had Lily Evans on his side, believing in him and hopefully helping him put things right. The bad thoughts he had from earlier were suddenly lost in the back of his head, and slowly he began to think positively about what this year could bring.
That all disappeared as quickly as they came, as Snape and his band of Slytherin friends came pushing past Sirius, barging him out of the way, sneering at him. Snape stopped and turned around an evil smirk on his lips as he whispered so only Sirius and his group could hear,
“I’m not don’t with you yet, Black.” and then he was gone. Everyone was gone and leaving the station. But Sirius was frozen in his spot, again deep in thought. Out of the corner of his eye he could see someone turn around as they were leaving and he knew exactly who it was, but he didn’t look up, didn’t want to see the look he got from him. He hoped if he didn’t, Remus would turn back around. He didn’t want to see the glare and the ‘you deserve what is happening to you’ look on his face. He stayed, head bowed, eyes filling with tears as the worst thoughts come to mind about what will happen to him this year.
Oh how wrong he had been. This year most certainly will be bad.
rb this first
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I hate birthdays and holidays because I cant get past the idea in my head that they should be better/more fun/more exciting than other days and they're always just the same as any other day. like kinda shitty stuff can happen that would be whatever any other day but it's my birthday I just want it to be better than yesterday or tomorrow.
i love people who get excited about stars
whatever you do, don’t search ‘slytherin quotes’ and go to images
i’m not even in slytherin why does this make me indescribably sad
“I am the character you are not supposed to like.”
- Alan Rickman
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
(slytherin about gryffindor, probably)
“Someday they’ll all see me as I see myself. Larger than any of them. Head and shoulders above the rest, seeing farther, reaching farther, carrying burdens they could only dream of.”
- Orson Scott Card
Get in, losers
We’re going Slytherin hater hunting
happy birthday to sirius black who is definitely alive and well and living happily with his husband of many years
taken by remus
girls.
Sirius: Mum, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into Gryffindor. It was the sorting hat's decision. I felt very conflicted about the whole thing.
Walburga: Of course you were. Now will you be a doll, and fetch Mummy a knife?
Sirius: A knife?
Walburga: Oh, I'm sorry, I think you'll find one lodged in the middle of my back.
Sirius: Okay, well, that's a lot.
Walburga: And when you pull it out of my back...
Sirius: Okay, I'm just going to go upstairs.
Walburga: You can plunge it into my heart!
Sirius: [backing away] Okay, Mum.
Walburga: Plunge it into my heart!
Decides to start homework
Writes the title of essay
Takes hour break
Sirius, as he finishes one of his rants: In conclusion, we discovered that I can fit 27 mozzarella sticks in my mouth. Any questions?
Lily, looking distressed: you lost me after you said James got drunk and started eating a monopoly board...
can we talk about how Nearly Headless Nick pressured a twelve year old Harry Potter into coming to his deathday party, almost certainly knowing that the party was on the anniversary of James and Lily's deaths?
not only that, but it was a party FULL OF DOZENS OF DEAD PEOPLE
bit of a dick move, Nicolas...
