An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“He hasn’t stopped moving since the Department of Mysteries – no, since before that, since Sirius had found him, frantic, saying that they had to go, they had to reach Harry – since the battle, the ebb and flow of magic and his own wand and Sirius’s and watching out for Harry the way they’d once watched out for James and Peter – not since he had stopped Harry from going after Sirius, thus preventing himself from going after Sirius – clever that – and since Harry had run upstairs, and he had started to go after him, but then Albus had appeared and Minerva had held him back and he had turned, like an animal in a cage – like Padfoot in Azkaban and he won’t think about it, he won’t, he can’t – and ran back to the veil, to where Sirius’s crumpled form lay on the other side of the dais.”
I am literally only on chapter 2 but I can already tell I’m going to love the writing in this fic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin
Additional Tags: Fluff, Meeting the Parents, Cute, Sweet, Nervousness, Fluffyfest, Complete
Summary:
Harry grew up believing he was unlovable, however his years at Hogwarts and the people he met along the way helped him discover just how wrong he was. One man in particular helped him learn what true love is all about.
The kitchen at Grimmauld Place was stifling with old arguments and fresh ones waiting to be born. His mother had wept at his arrival, Arthur looked away, and the twins had snorted something rude. He’d come out of duty—his own kind, the dignified sort, not the reckless rebellion they claimed was bravery.
And then Sirius Black leaned in the doorway like sin in worn leather and a smirk, arms crossed and grey eyes cutting.
“You always look like you’re holding your breath, Weasley,” Sirius said, voice low, amused. “Terribly uncomfortable. Maybe you like it that way.”
Percy flushed—hot, mortified—but stood tall. “I believe in discipline, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Oh, I’m implying all sorts of things.” Sirius’s grin widened. “But go on—convince me.”
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Sirius watches him from across the table, head tilted, jaw resting on his hand.
Percy is reciting facts—Ministry decrees, recent amendments, words that make the others groan—but Sirius listens.
“You’re quite good at it,” Sirius says after, voice warm and half-mocking. “Spouting the company line. Makes me wonder what you’d sound like if you believed in something dangerous.”
Percy blinks, caught off guard. “I believe in stability.”
Join the Dark Lord, they told him. Become a true Malfoy, they said. Only, he didn’t want to. Draco knew he had one shot at escape, one chance to get out of there and it all boiled down to one thing: Potter.
Sirius won the duel against Bella, this is my canon.
Jegulus was cheering on him while Remus took a nap ofc :)
* if you look at Sirius’ wants bubbles of thought, all he wants is Remus, so that’s why he won. I didn’t say it, the (Sims4) universe did. The power of Wolfstar wins again😤
Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you?
“Hi.”
It’s the best she can do.
“Hi.”
Enough of this. Her nerves sizzle inside her, but she forces herself to ignore them. “I have a proposition for you.”
His eyebrows raise. Curiosity wins him over too. “A proposition?”
“Yes. It’s called: We both sneak a swig or two of Mum’s reserve of firewhiskey before heading back outside.”
Harry’s eyes glance from her to the door and back. “How much of that did you hear just now?”
Ginny squints her eyes at him. “How much did you want me to hear?”
“Terrific,” he grumbles.
“Don’t worry,” reassures Ginny, hauling over a stool to reach the top of the cabinets. “I won’t pry if you don’t want to talk about it.”
He doesn’t respond, presumably waiting for Ginny to reach the bottle. She has to stretch a bit, even with the help of the stool, but the bottle eventually finds its way into her grasp. Ginny spins around triumphantly, and fast enough to see Harry’s eyes hastily shift away from what could have very possibly been her legs.
A swell of pride and confidence bursts through her. She cocks her head to the side. “You haven’t said if you like my dress.”
Harry’s eyes flicker once, briefly, to her face, then away again. “It’s, er, nice.”
“Nice? That’s it? How disappointing.”
Harry blushes, and it fuels Ginny with such adrenaline she could have just the Quidditch House Cup. “It is, you look – it looks-”
Ginny realises two things in this moment: one, Harry Potter does not want to flirt with her; two, she is flirting with Harry Potter, which is wrong on so very many levels.
“Relax, Harry, I’m only joking,” she relieves them both of her pressuring him into a compliment. “Here, you first.”
She passes him the bottom. He only eyes it for a couple seconds before he tilts his head back and pours a bit down his throat. Ginny watches, helpless, as it travels down his throat. She takes the bottle back from him, takes a sip of her own.
“Oh, bloody hell,” she squeezes her eyes tight, her face screwed up with the burning sensation.
“Yeah, not the nicest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Are you joking? Take a few more, you’ll be telling me this was the best thing you’ve ever had soon enough.”
Harry obliges. Back and forth they pass the bottle, taking long swigs then regretting it before doing it again, laughing at each other’s faces as they do so. Ginny feels the liquor as it travels down her system, warming her bloodstream.
“This was a shit idea,” he admits after a couple rounds of drinking and laughing.
“What were you going to do, not ever introduce them?”
He looks at her surprised. “I meant the drinking.”
“Oh. I disagree.”
“You would.”
Ginny gasps. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“You love bad ideas. You specialise in bad ideas.”
“Bad ideas love me.”
Harry watches her take a rather large gulp, and as if in a trance, the words leave his mouth. “They certainly suit you.”
prompt via @jasminesfury : C showing up at A’s for (bc they got broken up with or got fired or something) while they’re hooking up with B and then having to hide B in their flat
read on AO3 or below
“Did you hear that?” Hallie asked, panicking.
Ginny kept kissing her way down her neck, unbuttoning her top as she went, “It was probably Kreacher,” she mumbled, focusing on the spot right behind Hallie’s left ear. When Hallie didn’t respond to her ministrations as she usually did, Ginny paused and snorted into her neck “you are the most paranoid woman I know.”
“For good reason!”
Ginny lifted herself up so that she was hovering over Hallie with an amused look on her face.
“You said yourself everyone would be out of the house for hours.”
Hallie waited a beat. When she heard nothing else, she pulled Ginny’s grey t-shirt overhead while pulling her back down to meet her lips.
This was the first time in weeks they were able to be alone for an extended period of time. Ron decided to help Fred and George at the shop for a few hours, Hermione had been going on and on about a limited edition book release - or at least Hallie thinks that’s what she was talking about - and Sirius was out for the evening as well.
They hadn’t meant to keep it a secret this long. But between school, breaking up, a literal war, mourning, getting back together (technically), Auror training, Ginny’s final year, Quidditch trials followed by Harpies training, and getting back together (officially), it was easier to keep it to themselves. It reminded Hallie of those stolen moments throughout the second term of her sixth year. Then it had been a secret on purpose. Though, Hallie’s certain Hermione had to at least suspect something. It wasn’t that Hallie was scared to publicly date a girl. She’d had a rather disastrous short-lived relationship with Padma Patil fifth year. She knew Sirius didn’t have a problem with her being a lesbian and neither did Ron or Hermione. She just thought Ron might have an issue with her dating his little sister. He had mentioned that Ginny was fascinated with her when they were younger, but she never thought that she would like her back.
Ginny was popular at Hogwarts, sure, but she wasn’t a relationship girl. At least that’s what Hallie had thought - until Christmas when Ginny’s banter with her officially crossed into flirty territory.
They had snuck onto the roof of the Burrow on New Years Eve, while everyone in the house was drunk and chatting, watching the twins’ firework show. They kissed at midnight and when they made it back to Ginny’s room, they snogged and talked - ultimately deciding it’d be best to keep whatever this was between themselves for now. Ginny had OWLs and Hallie had lessons with Dumbledore.
After Dumbledore’s funeral, Hallie found Ginny in the 5th year girl’s dorm packing up the rest of her items for the end of the year.
“These past few months have been like out of someone else’s life...”
“Don’t.”
Hallie would check the map for Ginny’s name as often as she could while on the run with Hermione and Ron. Sirius had stayed behind.
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Ginny had just worked Hallie’s pant’s over her hips when they heard the Floo go off.
“HALLIE!?” Ron bellowed from downstairs
Hallie and Ginny froze.
Suddenly, the wards alerted them that Sirius had arrived as well.
“HAL? I’m back!”
Hallie bolted up and chucked Ginny off the bed with a thud.
“Hey!” Ginny hissed.
“Get under the bed. NOW.” Hallie said as she stumbled to pull her pants up and button her shirt.
“Coming!” Hallie yelled down.
Just as Ginny was sliding under the bed with her jaw set tight, Hallie flew down the stairs.
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Sirius and Ron stared at Hallie as she came down the stairs breathlessly.
“What was that thump up there? Did you trip?” Ron asked dubiously while Sirius stared at his goddaughter with her shirt buttoned haphazardly.
“Ye-yes! I tripped. I had just gotten out of the shower when you both came home,” Hallie stuttered trying to catch her breath, “what’s up?”
Ron grinned, “Angelina got picked up by the Bats! George wants everyone to come to the Leaky to celebrate. Drinks on him!”
“That’s brilliant!” Hallie exclaimed.
“Yeah! I’m going to firecall Ginny and let her know the plan. George said everyone should be there around 6. Sirius you’re welcome as well, you know.” Ron said as he headed to the fireplace and picked up a pinch of floo powder.
Sirius was still looking at his goddaughter, who suddenly looked nervous, with a devious glint in his eye.
“Yes, that’s sounds wonderful. I hope Ginny can join us.” Sirius says, emphasizing the last part with a smirk on his face.
Ron pulls back out of the fire confused, “Mum said Ginny left a few hours ago. I wonder where she went.”
Still smirking Sirius replies, “I’m sure Hallie has an idea.”
