y'all fuuuuck I have a presentation to do in like 20 minutes ig and it's the one where the professor calls random students and I'm one of them fuckk anyways here's what I made; months old request which I'm so so so sorry to just made, ily thank you so much for requesting and I'm so sorry this is shitty I made this in like 30 mins pffft<3
"You came"
It was a whisper in the dark, slowly drifted into his being who was hidden in the alcoves behind the imposing door or the hospital wing.
He froze, wondering how on earth would she know that he was there, lurking in the dark to look out for her. Over and over again. Would she believe him if she knew? Would she trust him again, after what had happened between them?
" I know, Barty. Can I- can you please? I…"
He could hear her sigh, as he felt her deflated on the bed she laid in. He wanted to so badly but if this is the proof of how cruel the bloodpurists could be to the muggleborns, then it settles in his mind that he could not continue this…. whatever this is between the both of them.
It's for her own good, he decides.
" I'm sorry, love"
There in the cold of night, it was his time to drift the words out of his being. A lot of things were gathered in his mind, of what to say to her. His affections, his sorrow, his wishes, his needs, his guilt.
But the only words that could escape him was I'm sorry
And she knew, she understood what he was saying as she desperately held onto the sheets of her bed, to hold herself from crying.
" But Barty please… Can you- I want to hold your hand-"
And that was what broke him, because both of them always held each other's hands when things are rough, when the days are dragging them down and when all the weight of the worlds are burning through them like a fiendfyre.
He then rushed to her bedside towards her reaching hand and clasped his hand with hers. He could feel how her heartbeat slowed as he traced her veins with his fingers. And how he felt their heartbeat synchronized with each other the longer they held each other's hand.
" Barty… Please stay"
His eyes met hers as she finished the words that were left unsaid between them for so long. The longing, the need, the tears that pooled in her eyes as she stared into his eyes, letting him know what she feels, everything she feels without words needing to ruin the calmness of the night, as if it was forbidden for them to speak.
He wordlessly raised his other hand to wipe the tears off of her face, as he slowly sat on the chair that he accio'd earlier. She smiled a little as she saw him sit, meaning that he was going to stay, at least for a bit between the morning comes and he had to go away again, back to the dark where he belonged as he looked over her.
But they could have here. Tonight. They could have this moment as theirs, as they hold each other close that night, waiting for the condemning sunlight to break them apart as they could only meet in the shadows behind the lights where they can't see them.
ok this bitch is supposed to do an assignment for midtest but guess what she's doing? Apparently writing something that dhe could've done like weeks ago before mid term tests. But hey, it's only a HC tho hehe, a shitty one at that.
OKAY listen listen listen,
Yn as Lily, Theo as Severus, Harry as ( well, James).
BUT, BUT BUT instead of Theo setting his foot up his mouth, it was Harry.
"Well maybe if you were a better person perhaps your parents wouldn't have given you up"
( okay but let's realistically think, I know Harry wouldn't have say that out of nowhere, but he tends to be fucking impulsive and idk, shits happen aight?)
Chaos ensues because yn didn't cry when he said that in front of everyone in the great hall but she marched up to him and knocked him out cold with a mean uppercut.
Theo, who watched concernedly behind her, only smirks when he sees how Harry fell after she's done with him. Because he knew yn is one BAMF who doesn't need anybody to stand up for her cuz she'll do that herself.
But later when the crowd dispersed and Poppy had fixed her knuckles, Theo could see how it really bothers her when her housemates congratulates her for knocking Potter out because he was her best friend, right up until that moment he said those words. So he got up to her and whisked her away from the crowd to an empty alcove and warded the entrance because he knew that she would need some space after doing something that upsets her, and let her cry into his robes when she finally fell apart from the exhaustion.
"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything."
—C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
or,
when the past catches up.
James would never forget how the air got knocked out of him as he tried to control his breathing.
He could hear the faint exclamation of his friends, he could make out a blurry red figure in front of him, Lily. But he couldn't focus, he couldn't stop heaving as his mind tried to make sense of what he was feeling. His eyes frantically shift from one person to the other, not one of them shows any signs of grief, not any of them showed any signs of remorse, for what is worth grieving for a snake, right?
And with that thought in his head, not another second left that he jumped from his seat and stormed out of the room leaving behind the pity looks that his friends are exchanging.
James ran,
He didn't think that it would be good if he decided to apparate. He didn't know where to go.
He just knew that he had to leave that place.
The rain started to pour as he moved, he could feel that it was getting harder for him to move forward, it was getting harder for him to raise his feet. He tried to take another step but ended up tripping on his wet robes. He didn't stop his body as he fell, feeling the way his shoulder caught the brunt of his fall as he lay on his back in the middle of the road in the place he didn't recognize.
He didn't know when he started crying, but as he lay there under the rain, he could feel how ragged his breath is and how his hands shook. He felt like his lung has caved in on themselves, leaving him heaving, gasping for oxygen that he sorely needed.
He didn’t understand it. Why does the news of her death affect him so much? Why does it matter?
Why does she matter?
With all of those questions in his head, he didn’t register the startling crack that echoed in the cold of the night, nor did the hand that was closely followed by a voice, coaxing him out of his head.
“-es?…. Please don’t shut us out. Tell us what happened, please?”
He choked out a scoff. He could feel how Lily stilled for a moment, then he felt her hands helping him to sit up, and only then did he realize that she wasn’t alone, Sirius stood behind her with an odd look on his face, a pensive look, which he rarely used.
“It was her, wasn’t it, Prongs?” He inquired quietly, gray eyes shining through the pouring rain.
Lily tilted her head at them, silently wondering what had happened, and who the girl was to both of them. Though she was dying to ask, she shoved her questions down her throat in order to calm James down, which was more important at the time, rather than anything else. So she decided to keep rubbing his back as she felt his breaths grow even. She knew that she would get her answers but now is totally not the time. Not when they are all freezing on their arses in the middle of nowhere.
“I- Padfoot I…” He spluttered out an answer, quite incoherently, and that was enough for Lily to drew the line, so she stopped him and move her gaze to Sirius who was still staring absentmindedly “Sirius, I need you to get Jamie home, please. This is not the place to discuss… whatever this is, further. He needs to be warm first. This could wait” she spoke to him with an undertone of authority that he didn’t want to cross, not tonight. So he just nod and do as she asked him to, quickly grabbing James and apparating away, leaving her alone. She puffed out a breath and decided to apparate back to the Headquarter, wanting to inform Dumbledore and the rest of them that they had found James and now is currently at home with Sirius.
" The intel was proved to be true, Headmaster. We found one body on the scene, it was of Ms. L/N. It’s safe to say that whatever else in that missive would be true, especially if the parchment was soaked with veritaserum at the beginning. There’s no point in denying its truth "
He couldn't get those words out of his head. It sounded like a broken record that Sirius traded away to the pawnshop on one of their last summer days, it felt like a long time ago. All those water fights on his mother's garden, the barbeque night, the bonfire that his father made so high that it almost reached the second floor of their manor.
But he knew if he squinted hard enough, he focused hard enough on his memories he could also picture the smiles, her waves of laughter, and her happy shrieks as he chased her around the park that they found on their date on Muggle London. He could feel the vibration of her laughter resonating through her chest to his back as he piggybacked her home. He could still feel how her magic rolled out in waves when she felt strong emotions, and how they joked about being an occlumens was never her forte.
Countless days he spent with her that summer and how easy it was for him to break the spell.
"Oh! You two are together then? Good fo-"
"What? No, Lily-Flower!! You know that you're the only one for me!!!"
James' mind was going into a spiral. He desperately held onto the memories of her smile and laughter, refusing to accept that she had died. Refusing the fact that he was the one who broke her.
Refusing the fact that he had humiliated her all those years ago.
Refusing the fact that she sacrificed herself for his safety after what he did to her.
He slowly got pulled out of his head again by the sounds of arguing between Sirius and Remus.
“-need to do something, Sirius! He's basically unresponsive!"
"Yeah maybe that's what happened when you found out a person bloody sacrificed themself for you, yeah? Fucking hell Moo-"
"DON'T YOU 'FUCKING HELL MOONS' ME! I Don't even-"
"Look, you're not the only one who doesn't know shits, alright? I know only bits and pieces of her but I don't know the full story"
"Does Lily know?"
"Does Lily know about what, exactly boys?" asked a feminine voice.
James tried so hard to strain his hearing to listen to them but it all seemed to be buzzing, and he felt as if every sense of his being became numb. He could feel their eyes on his every move. He wanted to, he needed to know what happened to him. He could feel how his brain works so fast, how his brain tried to remember the bits of conversation that he heard in the meeting before he fled.
Desc : Reader was in a secret relationship with Remus during the war, but secrets were bound to be revealed.
Warning : Reader was in Gred n Forge's year so, legal age gap I guess. Brief mention of canon death, angst my best friend lol. Cheating, and all that. Oh and I made this in like 30 mins so there's that.
Note : no hate to my beloved Dora bc she doesn't know anything :( Ok but sorry for the lack of fight lmao I was listening to a sad playlist while doing this so- AND SORRY FOR MISTAKES THIS IS UNEDITED.
Tag : @scandalous-chaos
The old house creaked as she opened the front door.
It felt as if it was welcoming her with it's old age, but the same warmth it gave her years ago. She gave the house a small greeting under her breath, while silently asking herself about her sanity.
The dust flew everywhere as the breeze swept them off of every surface the wind carres. With no Kreacher to take care of everything, and no more Black Heir magik to devote itself to, it looks as if 12 Grimmauld Place has slowly wilted in its place.
She carefully traced the little scratches here and there that littered the wooden panels of the walls while her feet unconsciously took her to the entrance of the library.
She paused, when she realized where she stood and slowly lifted her right hand to open the knob. So as the library door was carefully opened by a lone figure of Y/N L/N, she swore that even a library never felt so suffocating before, but this one was different.
The 12 Grimmauld Place library kept a tight lid secret that she had with Remus.
As she slowly stepped inside the room, she couldn't help but to tear up as the memories flooded her brain. The memories of his laugh, memories of his warmth, memories of his gentle voice.
But most of all,
The bittersweet memories of their last night in this place.
Grimmauld Place Library, 1997
The silent night's serenity was broken by the brisk footsteps that echoed throughout the empty house. Said footsteps were walking to the direction of the library where a lone figure was seated, her back towards the door.
When Remus got her patronus, he was frantic because he hadn't heard from her for weeks before she finally contacted him. He was worried she died, so when she sent a word to him it didn't cross his mind that she would be bearing grave news.
As he slammed the door open, he immediately rushed to her side and took her hand to his,
" Y/N/N where have you been?? I was worried sick, there's no letters, no floo calls, no patronus. What happened?" he implored, frantically trying to find anything in her empty gaze.
The only response she gave to him was a piece of parchment that she slipped to his hand. He tried to ask her more, ask what it means, why she didn't talk, why she's just so distant to him. She just shrugged her shoulders and her gaze was solely bored into the parchment, he knew he could see the resentment that she had but he was so afraid to see what was inside.
She was adamant she wanted to tell him that she knew through the evidence, but he so stubbornly forgotten the piece of parchment existed and just begged her to say what was going on with her,
"You know, when you said that you wanted to keep us a secret I said yes because I didn't think that anyone would accept us so easily seeing our huge age difference, Remus. Was that the truth?"
He balked at her words, more so at her tone. He scrambled his brain trying to find the right response when she suddenly continued.
" Or was it just a scheme to keep us in silence as opposed to your relationship with Nymphadora?"
He stopped then,
He stared at her, guilt began to invade his irises. There are words that he wanted to say to her, that he wanted to let her know, words that not quite justifies his actions. Months of preparing that he had to someday face the consequences of his actions,
but he didn't think that it would be like this.
She scoffed at his face, the burning pain that she felt after she saw her findings on the spy's hideout turned to ash and was replaced by searing rage that was pulsing through her veins. The audacity of this man to use her like a doll and leave her to have a domestic disgusting life with another makes her wanted to ruin him, makes her want to see his blood on her hands.
But she knew,
She knew that she couldn't.
Not when there's a baby on the way.
She had lived that life. She knew what would happen at the end. The father was gone, then the mother would put the kid up for adoption because she just couldn't bear the pain and suffering of raising a child alone. She just couldn't take it anymore and the child would grow up in an orphanage, if they're lucky. Or perhaps got very very lucky and ended up with a very nice family, instead of a dingy and those shitty families that only adopt for the sake of the money.
Oh she would know every scenarios of it,
She was one of them before she know about magic in her life.
"You know, Remus. It's fine. I made peace with the fact that not only did you cheat on me. You're also having a baby on the way. Which I'm happy for you, of course-"
Remus who was still quiet suddenly sat upright and tried to reach her, to which she responded to with an abrupt departure from the couch they were seating on,
" Stop."
That was when her voice broke. He couldn't help but to try to reach her again but to no avail, she just kept staring at him with her hollow eyes that were filled with tears.
"P-please just don't say an-anything. I'm just here to tell you that," she paused to gather herself.
He could see how she was shaking. How she was trying to hold herself upright. He desperately wanted to tell her that it was all a mistake, it was all a mistake and that he was sorry. That it didn't mean he didn't love her, because he did. He loved her.
But he just nodded at her and that alone was enough prompt for her to continue,
"I just wanted you to know that I expect you to not do the same mistake that you did to me. I expect you to be there for her, for your baby. I expect you to be a responsible father to them. And a loving man to Nymphadora."
She then stepped towards him who was still seated on the couch, then she crouched in front of him while looking into his eyes.
" I have no idea where I went wrong. I have no idea where I hurt you so much that you had to go to her for reprieve from me. But I want you to know that I don't need your words right now. I don't need your excuses anymore, I just want you to know that I forgive you, Remus John. And quite frankly, I don't even know if I will be able to stop loving you. "
She kissed his forehead then, and silently vanished to the cold air of the library.
She didn't know it right then, but it was the last time she would ever talk to Remus again. For the next time she saw him was as Hagrid laid him down in one of the makeshift body bag, next to his deceased wife, Nymphadora Lupin on the ground of the great hall, a year after the last time she saw him.
It took everything in her not to run to his body and begged him to come back. Begged him not to go, and to just stay there with her. But she knew that she had a job to do and she can't afford to stop now, even if it was to grief a friend. So she turned her back and ran to the woods to follow Harry.
Now here she is, 5 years after the war, back in London to attend a yearly celebration that marks the end of the war. She was still the same Y/N as before. Still preferred to lurk through the shadows, still preferred dark chocolate to milk, and still kept her heart for the only one love of her lives, Remus Lupin.
The only difference is that she's now a mother of one Teddy Lupin. The son of the lover who betrayed her, the son of the lover who left her, the son that she didn't know she would love harder than life itself,
Author note : hullo!! So I just want to set things straight (HA!) for this oneshot. In here, reader is a muggleborn Slytherin in Harry's year. She's very close to Harry, and they both see each other as siblings. And..... #siriuslives. Sorry y'all I love the man I can't just let him ded. The Horcrux hunt would be the 4 of them, Sirius Remus Reader and Harry. So, fuck the canon. We need closure for our brave man Regulus.
Tw : talks about rough times, brief mentions of suicide, brief mention of torture, use of y/n, drowning, very dialogue heavy ( mostly a speech)
Disclaimer : no pairings on this one
Tags : @scandalous-chaos
The danger really just settles in the second they stepped into the cave.
The strong aroma of burnt flesh and ashes infiltrated their nostrils to the point where it really gets too hard to breathe. The four of them then start to heavily wheeze, trying to cough out all the ashes that they've inhaled, just realizing that they had just inhaled tons of cremated remains of an army of inferi. Harry had already told them about his last romp with Dumbledore before their trip to the cave. They had decided that even though they already got the Locket, there must've been something there that could give them a clue on how to open said locket.
Y/N was so busy trying to breathe without inhaling the ashes, that she didn't register the fact that she was standing on the edge of loose rocks. When she was about to cast a bubblehead charm for herself, she shifted her body weight which triggered the stones to crumble beneath her and took her with their fall into the cold waters that surrounds them.
It was like those slow-motion movements that she saw in the muggle tv, she decided.
There was nothing to catch on, nothing to hold on to, you just fell,
And suddenly the cold washed over you like a blanket of cold Christmas eve nights she spent outside her orphanage when she was nothing but a child. It was cold,
But it was welcoming.
She tried to swim, tried to at least force herself to get out of the water, but it was suffocating. It was suffocating and she didn’t know which way was up. She kept thrashing around in the water that it felt like forever, though it was only a couple of minutes.
It didn’t even register to her that somebody jumped into the water for her. It didn't register in her brain that she was being dragged into the secluded area where she could feel her feet touching the rough patches of the cave’s bottom underneath the waters.
When Remus got her out of the water she couldn’t stop shaking. Whether it was because of the cold or the shock, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed to feel grounded, she just wanted to get out of there,
She desperately needed to get back home.
She could hear how Sirius and Remus argued that they should leave the place already, but she knew that deep inside them they knew that they had to do this. They’re already in the cave and there’s no way in hell they’re gonna come back to this wretched place. She could feel how Harry frantically searched the bottomless bag for extra blankets to warm her up even after he cast the drying spell.
Her eyes were searching. She knew that going there was a must, not only did they need to know where the real Horcrux was, but they also needed to find some clue as to where the others were located. And, if she had other intentions to go into that cave then at least it wouldn’t be for a while that she had to address it to the group.
As her heartbeat skyrocketed through the roof of the cave, her eyes tried to steadily search through the shallow grounds around her, eyes straining to take all around her, trying to find Him.
Until……
"Pads, isn't th-"
"That's a Hogwarts robe"
That's where her heart stopped.
Not caring about the slippery grounds underneath her she flailed around trying to reach where Sirius pointed. Sirius was quick on her heels as he grabbed around her waist and lifted her. She tried so hard to get out of his grasp, only to feel another presence in front and beside her.
"Little dove, hey, hey shhh look at me, shhh shhh look at me"
She couldn't tell, whether it's because of the dimness of the place or because she herself isn't as focused, she couldn't tell who it was, but she felt how they held her. She could feel that she was in an embrace, but she did not know how to respond, her heart still beating faster than normal. She could only lean her head to them. And forced herself to slow down.
As she felt herself stopped trembling and started to focus again, she could tell that it was Sirius who hoisted her up as now she was half sprawled on his lap, as Remus and Harry were investigating the lone Hogwarts Robe. She felt as Sirius slowly rubbed her back while she quietly sniffled in his hold.
"What happened, Dove? You really scared us earlier. What do you know, hm?" he croaked out from above her. She could only clenched his damp dress shirt in her fist, knowing that there's no way she's going to tell him here. But as she about to answer the pounding question Sirius gave her, she was cut off by a shout from Remus,
"Pads, Petal! I think you should see this"
It was then when she walked with her hand tightly in Sirius' grasp that she knew, this is it. This is where the truth came out. This is where they'll know everything.
And as they saw a familiar glimmering of a prefect pin, with a 'SLYTHERIN PREFECT OF 1979' engraved on it, they stopped. It felt like everything just fell into place. The reveal of the giant question mark about the letter and initial couldn't be more dramatic. It was then that Y/n could breathe again.
And it was also at that moment, they knew that it was the remnants of Regulus Arcturus Black.
They decided to do a little funeral for Regulus. It was not a formal affair, mind you, given that they're in the middle of war so they have to be very quiet about the occasion. There was a bit of an argument about the burial site. Sirius wanted Regulus in his empty grave, where there was already a headstone of his name from a funeral many many years ago. But Remus argued against him, telling him that The Black's ancestral cemetery was too exposed, and not to mention the wards around the place would definitely alert the remaining Black Children, namely Narcissa and Bellatrix, which is dangerous.
Then came Harry's input of doing the funeral ceremony in Godric's Hollow. A suggestion that was met with sorrowful silence from Sirius and Remus. But Harry was very adamant to go to Godric's Hollow, so the decision was taken very prematurely as he already apparated himself out of the cave, leaving behind three perplexed figures on his dust.
So here they are, in the middle of the night, trying to prepare the funeral as quietly as possible in fear of waking up the locals. A well casted notice-me-not charm already in place when they apparate there, the works of Harry.
Y/N walked slowly to the conjured casket of Regulus Black. Each step she took with trepidation makes her slightly wobbly, prompting Sirius to try to stabilize her, which she reciprocates with a wave of her hand and a tight-lipped smile in his general direction to gestures that she's alright.
Her hand fiddles with the hem of her long sleeves, nervous as to how Sirius would react to the information she's about to divulge. Nervous as to what Remus and Harry would say about what she almost did. The shame made a tight knot coiled in her stomach, and she could feel the lump on her throat just wanting to suffocate her further. But she just closed her eyes and starts to recite the words that has been wound up in her head for years,
" Toujours pur,"
She could hear a hitch of breath coming from Sirius. Her hands were shaking greatly but she tried to swallow her sobs in order to say the written words out loud.
"Cela a toujours été la vérité. Pur de cœur, pur d'âme, pur de magie. Le sang n'a jamais été le problème, mon ciel nocturne. Restez fidèle à votre cœur et croyez que notre magie vous guidera toujours."
She then stopped. Taking a trembling breath, she clenched her fists hard, leaving behind crescent indentations on the palm of her hands, " Callidora Longbottom nee Black wrote it once on her last Grimoire. I found them in the depths of the private library that I found—that I was led to. At first, it was really confusing, I thought it was a misleading passage that has more meaning than blatant words that were written down in the pages, but then again, I think I understand her reasoning for slipping this passage within her other muggle scathing passages on her last grimoire” she paused to gather her thoughts and breaths, eyes trained to her clenched fists as she was too afraid to raise her head and face Sirius.
“That was one of the reasons I was so afraid t-to tell anyone.” Sirius could feel her shuddering breath from afar. He was shocked, of course. He thought that all of his family members–sans Andromeda–were just mindless bloodpurists that tried so hard to maintain their pureblood decorum to actually live their lives. But here he is, listening to one of his pups reciting the damning words from one of his ancestor’s grimoires. He never thought that he would ever hear those words– even more so from his ancestor–but now that he knew, then at least it was all worth something in the end. He knew that petal was probably afraid of facing him, but he knew deep in his heart that he would never– COULD NEVER– condemn her for this.
“I was trying to get more passages. Trying to look for more pieces of evidence. Trying to find something that could help us in the long run, something profound that we could show the world and probably plant the seeds of change in the purebloods communities” She blew out a large breath, she knew that this is just a far-fetched dream like any other of hers, but she’s willing to die trying, if not for herself then for Sirius. For her family.
Trying to steel herself to keep going on, she then cleared her throat and closed the parchment that she held onto because this time the words are ringing in her head to finally be spoken " Uhm... Hi Mr. Regulus. I-i, " Y/N had to stop for a second and let out the breath that she didn't know she was holding in " Uhm, sorry. I know that we don't know each other. We literally lived and existed in different lifetimes, and different lives too. But I just had to get this off of my chest.
There was a time in my life that I felt like everything was just… too much for me. And it hurts. I was just a kid, I didn't even do anything wrong. It was just too much for me that I even contemplated jumping off of the astronomy tower that night in my third year." She stopped for a second and tried to occlude her mind so she could finish the speech that she's been holding since the day that she found out about Regulus Black and his existence to her. She could hear how Harry was struggling to breathe by her confession, and how Remus was holding Sirius and Harry back from marching to reach her.
" I remember that night as clearly as I remember the events that happened just this morning. It was a cold night in November, just during Thanksgiving dinner. I had seen the chance of slipping out of the confinement of the broom cupboard they held me in and I ran straight to the astronomy tower, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. But as I arrived there, I could see a wispy figure of a huge lion. It was standing by the railings, making all thoughts of jumping over quickly vanish from my head. And I remember how the wispy lion gestured me to follow him. And follow him I did. I followed him to a room in a secret alcove that was located in..... Oh well, let's— let's keep it between me and the lion, hm?"
She tried to chuckle, tried to relieve them all from the tenseness that she could see from the way they stood there, listening to her.
"When I walked inside, I could see hundreds of books that were encased in very pretty woodworks. It was a huge bookcase that covered the entire side of the room. And there are few documents and photos across the study there. And as I was about to take one look at the book I started to realize something, everything was labeled with "the property of RAB". And I didn't know, I didn't know back then who you were, I didn't. So I came back every day just to clean up the space, to make sure that everything was secure, and as time passed I made it a home.
My home."
She stopped to fiddle with a worn letter that looked as if it was already the hundredth time she played with it. She lifted up her right hand that's been twitching and put it over what was left of where Regulus' heart was supposed to be.
"And it was then, in my 5th year, that I found the courage to ask Severus about a lion patroni when he taught me about the charm. It was then that I found out about you, Regulus Arcturus Black, the boy who had a great lion Patronus"
Her body shook hard, trying to repress the sobs that were threatening to spill out of her lips. She then took a deep breath in order to control her breathing to finish her eulogy.
"And it was also then, that I found out about the one who saved my life, that night on the astronomy tower. It was you, Regulus Arcturus Black”
She took in a sharp breath. She could feel how her body shook with every ragged breath she took in, she was so focused on controlling her magic that she didn’t realize that Sirius was tugging her away. She trembled then, shaking her head repeatedly as little babbles of “no’s” streamed out of her mouth when she felt someone was dragging her away from the casket.
Remus and Harry felt a little useless as they watched how broken both of them looked. They knew that this was important to them both, this is the turning point for Y/N and Sirius. Regulus was the catalyst. They saw as Sirius dragged Y/N into his arms, holding her close while whispering a litany of comforting words he struggled to compose for her.
“M not done, not done please m not done…” he heard her mumble into his robes. Sirius wanted this to be over. He wanted this to be over so that he could scream, he wanted to rage, he wanted to hate his brother. It would all be easier, so so much easier to just hate him. But then he peered down at the witch in his arms, felt her body shake with how much she cried, how she doesn’t want this to end just yet, he knew that she was hanging by the thread… And he knew that he wouldn't just leave her to do this on her own. He too, realized that deep down, he needed this. Both of them needed this closure.
Mr. Regulus, I-i... I would like to thank you for saving me. I've no idea why I've no idea how... But somehow, you were there, and you stopped me from— yo-you stopped me... I hope you finally find peace, wherever it is you ended up at. I wish you well, I wish you happiness, and I wish you peace in the afterlife.
Thank you, Mr. Regulus"
And it was then, minutes after she finished her speech that she just realized that she was crying in earnest, in the arms of Sirius. And it was the night that both of them grieved. They grieved for lost chances. They grieved for lost hopes. They grieved for the lost Black, for the boy who didn't have enough time.
The one that saved them both but they couldn't save him in return.
Both of them stayed there for a long time, both trying to reassure the other, and trying to hold each other up, not to fall into the pit of despair that guilt might pull them into, leaving Remus and Harry to complete the burial of Regulus’ body and to finish the funeral.
After the funeral, Harry suggested to Remus that maybe it would be best if they stayed there a little longer, for Y/N and Sirius’ sake, who were still huddled in front of Regulus’s grave when Remus’ head suddenly snapped in the direction of the houses, where he could see someone, just standing in the middle of the road and staring at them from afar.
Well, that can’t be good.
Passage :
Toujours pur. Cela a toujours été la vérité. Pur de cœur, pur d'âme, pur de magie. Le sang n'a jamais été le problème, mon ciel nocturne. Restez fidèle à votre cœur et croyez que notre magie vous guidera toujours.
Translation :
Always pure. It has always been the truth. Pure in heart, pure in soul, pure in magic. Blood was never the problem, my night skies. Stay true to your heart and believe that our magic will always guide you.
