I’m Sure I’ll Live - Sirius Imagine
Request: Hey! I have been loving your marauders imagines lately, so good! (especially the sirius ones) Could you do one with Sirius and reader gets hurt in some way physically, like she plats quidditch or something and he gets really worried and cute. thanks :3
A/N: This is really long, but it sure was fun to write (: Thanks for the request!
You tapped your quill lightly against your temple, struggling to come up with the next words of your essay. You had been slaving over it for days now, wanting to make it your best essay yet. Granted, you wanted every essay to be your best one yet, and it was not uncommon for Gryffindors to find you sat at the corner table in the common room working on an essay, regardless of the fact that you were actually a Ravenclaw.
It was quite uncommon to find members of other houses residing in the Gryffindor common room, but there was not one Gryffindor with whom you didn’t get along with, and so they all accepted your presence in their common room. Of course, if they didn’t, they’d have Sirius Black to deal with.
The sound of stomping feet rushing to the common room alerted you to the presence of four rambunctious boys that often interrupted your concentrated state. You smirked despite yourself, casually turning your head just as the four boys entered the room. Upon seeing you, they all made their way towards you, your boyfriend leading the pack.
Sirius settled himself on the arm of your chair, sliding his arm around your shoulders, your head resting comfortably on his torso.
“Y/N, please don’t tell me that you’re still working on this essay. You’ve been at it for three days, love,” Sirius said, his eyes scanning the mess of papers and books that occupied the desk admiringly.
“Yes, I’m still working on the essay, and if you wouldn’t mind,” you said, your eyes twinkling, “I would like to finish it. So if you could please leave me in peace for the next hour, it would be greatly appreciated.” You playfully pushed him off your chair, his body sliding off reluctantly.
James stood next to the chair opposite you, his body leaning lazily on the backside of the chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Are you not the least bit worried for the quidditch match tomorrow? You’re going up against Slytherin, y’know. I’m not sure if books or essays will help your chances.” His voice held a slightly mocking tone, but the grin on his face betrayed that it was all playful.
You rested an elbow on the desk in front of you, a small smile painted your lips, your snarky response practically rolling out of your mouth. “Well Potter, I don’t see how you can be one to judge since you failed to catch the snitch when you went up against Slytherin. That’s the only reason I’m even playing them tomorrow.”
The rest of the boys snickered in response, Sirius admiring the way your sarcasm was cutting enough to leave anyone (even James Potter) speechless. James put his hands up in a gesture that communicated ‘you won’ and he made his way over to the couch in front of the fireplace. Remus and Peter followed, and Sirius gave you a passionate kiss before he left you to continue your work.
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The next day was a whirlwind of excitement, the entire school was electric at the thought of the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin match. Ever since you had joined the Ravenclaw team as Seeker last year (fifth year), the team had been almost unstoppable. The rivalry between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was one to rival even Gryffindor.
As you walked onto the field with your team, you quickly spotted your boyfriend holding a sign that read “Y/N: Claw Your Way To Victory!” You smiled at Sirius, a boost of confidence surging through your body. You reviewed your method in your head as you made your way onto the field.
As a Ravenclaw, one of your biggest strengths was analyzing situations. What you had analyzed about the snitch was that going after it prematurely was the biggest mistake a seeker could make. Alerting the opposite seeker to where the snitch was when you wouldn’t even be able to catch it was one of the fastest ways to lose a match. And so, your method was to find the snitch, and watch it until it was in a place where it was #1- not moving too quickly and #2- in a place that you could quickly and seamlessly catch it. It was because of this that you had been nicknamed the “ghost seeker,” because people almost never saw you actually get the snitch.
The Slytherin team had now made its way onto the field, and you were taken aback by the sight of the team’s beaters. You had only ever seen them as they were playing, and while they were flying they seemed much smaller than they did now standing in front of you. Ginormous seventh years, they were burly and rough, with hard-set eyes that held an angry look. You made up your mind to steer clear of them.
Finally, the game began, and you made your way high into the sky, above the beginning game. You flew slowly above the other players, methodically scanning the field for the little golden ball. Every now and again you’d steal looks at the Slytherin seeker, and seeing that they had not found anything either, you kept searching.
The game was nearing upon an hour, and still you’d had no sign on the snitch. Sirius was still enthusiastically yelling encouragement from the stands, and every once in a while you would glance up at him and meet his eyes. Your patience was growing thin though, and you had just about decided to start flying lower when you saw a glint of gold out of the corner of your eye.
Slowly turning your head to the right, you glanced down the field, catching sight of the ball hovering over the Ravenclaw goals. You waited for the correct moment, watching as the snitch began to whiz across the field, making its way to the opposite side. It stopped and hovered a few feet above the Slytherin hoops now, and you waited a second before slowly turning your broom in that direction.
You began to lower your altitude, starting slowly at first so as not to catch attention, gaining speed as you got nearer and nearer the goals. Nobody from either team had noticed you yet, not even the other seeker, so you urged your broom to go faster as you sped across the field toward the snitch. You were close now, you could see the snitch plainly and you extended your arm ready to grab it, your attention solely focused on the tiny golden sphere. The Slytherin seeker noticed now, but they were too late, as you were literally seconds from grabbing it, and then-
BAM.
One of the Slytherin beaters had noticed your path to the snitch, and in a last minute effort to divert you (or maybe, kill you), whacked a bludger straight at you with literally all of their might. The bludger hit you with a pounding force on your right shoulder, knocking you clean off of your broom, and you struggled to grab onto it as you fell, both of your arms catching it. The speed at which you were thrown off made you grab the broom with such a momentum that it yanked on your injured arm, making you scream out loudly in pain. You held on for a second until the pain was unbearable, your arms letting go of your broom almost against your will.
When the bludger hit you, Sirius was the first one to react, desperately plowing over people to get to the field. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, literally throwing people out of the way to get to you. He was yelling at you to hold on, or maybe he was just yelling, he didn’t recall. When you let go of the broom Sirius’ heart felt like it had stopped beating, and he had just made it to the edge of the field when you hit the ground. He ran like his life depended on it, because it felt like it did. He got to you and threw himself onto the ground next to you, turning you over onto your back.
You hadn’t fallen from a huge height, but it was still high enough for you to break a significant amount of bones. When Sirius turned you over, you were conscious, but just barely. Every part of your body was in pain, so you were too scared to try to move anything. You just tried to focus on Sirius’ face above you.
At this point teachers and students had rushed onto the field, Dumbledore getting to you a few seconds after Sirius. Madame Pomfrey also came scurrying with an enchanted stretcher that floated next to her. Sirius was speaking to you.
“Hey, Y/N, look at me darling. You’re going to be just fine. What hurts?” his eyes were overflowing with concern, and you saw tears in his eyes that he held back.
“Bludger hit my shoulder. Think it’s broken. Fell on that side. Hurts a lot,” You replied in broken sentences, speaking through gritted teeth. Madame Pomfrey set the stretcher beside you, and enlisted the help of Sirius and James (who had reached you a few seconds ago) to lift you onto it. After you were laid on the stretcher, it rose back up into the air, and this is when you allowed your heavy eyes to shut, the last image you saw being your boyfriend’s face as he trotted along next to your stretcher.
~
When you woke up the pain had very much subsided, but it was still there. You found your arm wrapped from your shoulder down to your hand, and felt your hip badly bruised. Looking around, you found that you were alone in the hospital wing, the sound of Madame Pomfrey tending to some potions coming from the far end of the room. You leaned your head up off your pillow, attempting to get a glance at the rest of your body to see if this was the worst of the damage, but the soreness in your shoulder kept you from too much investigating.
It was at this moment that Sirius walked into the Hospital wing, and you couldn’t help but stare at him as he came in. His long hair was messy and knotted, like he hadn’t run a comb through it in days. He was wearing his uniform shirt, but had the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He had a slight bruise just under his left eye that looked fresh, and his knuckles also had flourishing bruises on them. His eyes met with yours and an anger that had been there evaporated, replaced with a softness that he only ever revealed to you. He walked over to your bedside and sat gingerly in the chair next to you.
“Sirius Black, what on Earth has happened to you?” you asked incredulously, your left (and uninjured) hand grabbing his and holding up his knuckles.
“I could ask you the same question, love,” he answered lightheartedly, a small smile on his face.
You sighed, and he scooted his chair closer to your bed so that he was just inches from your face, his hand turning to instead grab yours and press your fingers to his lips. He looked down at your intertwined hands.
“That Slytherin beater was a monster to you, Y/N. He sent that bludger your way knowing it was going to send you off your broom. When you fell he didn’t even do anything, he landed and walked back to the lockers smiling. Couldn’t let that go, love,” he looked up and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. You smiled as he pulled back, placing your hand on his cheek.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. He turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm, silently responding to the thanks.
“Madame Pomfrey said earlier that you’d be out of here by this evening. She repaired your broken bones, but said that your arm will take a little longer to fully recover. Was a nasty break,” Sirius said. He grimaced while saying the last part, looking mournfully at your right arm.
“I’m sure I’ll live,” you said dryly, also taking a glance at your bandaged arm. This made Sirius chuckle, and you laughed along with him.
Sirius stayed with you the rest of that day, eventually helping you leave the hospital and to your dorm so that you could get changed. You followed Sirius back to the Gryffindor common room, which happened to be empty since everyone had just left for dinner. You two sat on the couch, snuggled underneath the blanket together, talking and laughing and enjoying each other.
That night ended with you sleeping peacefully on the sofa, your bandaged arm lying across Sirius’ chest, his arm around your back, holding you close to him. He laid like this, wide awake, just appreciating your warm presence next to him, for a while. When he did finally doze off, it was with the happy thought of you, intact, by his side.
