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manifesting a snape spawn part three

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Your manifestation has worked! And I know I said in part 2 that it would only be three parts. I lied. I need at least another part for telling Harry. ❤︎

Thank you for all the love the Snape Spawn series has gotten so far ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Hope yall enjoy ❤︎

Snape Spawn iii

Sirius Black x Snape!reader

part one, part two, part four

5.2k words

cw: age gap!, Y/N, angst, fluff, duel injuries (burns, unconscious reader)

It got quiet around Grimmauld Place after the spring term started up. Fred and George took you up on your offer for advice via letters; you had gone with them to look at places in Diagon Alley and you thought it went well. You were excited for them. Once Arthur was doing better, he and Molly went back to the Burrow.

It was back to being mainly Remus and Sirius at Grimmauld Place. And you. Sirius told you that Remus put two and two together on Boxing Day. You weren’t sure how you felt about his reaction, despite it being exactly what you expected. Sirius was definitely much more relaxed about it than you were.

Sirius sat down with you in his room with you tucked under his arm, nestled up against his chest.

“Do you want to stop telling people for a little bit? Just leave it at Remus?” he asked, gently running his fingers up and down your arm.

“No, no. We said we’d start telling people,” you said with a soft sigh. “It’s just Professor Lupin.”

You could feel Sirius’ chest rumble as he chuckled.

“Professor Lupin. Pretty sure he’s asked you to stop calling him that.”

“He has.” You sighed more heavily. “It’s the same thing as before. He’s your closest friend and my former professor. His opinion matters.”

He hummed and gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Don’t worry about him. I love the man, but I also love you. He’ll come around.”

“I love you too,” you murmured into his chest.

Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of your head. One thing he really liked about Remus knowing was that you could sit like this in his room with the door open. There was less sneaking around. Although there was still sneaking when you wanted to spend time in your flat.

“Oi, people are coming over,” Remus’ voice came through the open door.

His body passed by the doorframe seconds later, not looking in. He moved quickly. Sirius groaned quietly as he lifted his arm away from you. You knew that there was an Order meeting. You just wished that you had more time under Sirius’ arm right now. He was warm and you were comfortable.

“Come on, he’s right,” Sirius said, moving off of his bed and offering you his hand.

“What if I said I’m comfy?”

“My bed will still be here after the meeting,” he said before leaning in to briefly kiss you and whisper, “Unless you want to skip the meeting and let everyone know that we’re together in one go.”

You practically jumped off his bed. “Right! Dad’s coming to this one and while I haven’t figured out how to tell him, that is not it.”

Sirius smirked and led you out of his room.

“Just an idea, love.”

You closed the door to Sirius’ room before following him down to the kitchen. Remus barely spared you two a glance.

“Tea?” he asked as he reached to grab a mug for himself.

“I’d love some,” you said, sitting down at the table next to Sirius.

Remus nodded and pulled down a second mug. You’d been over enough that Remus knew which tea you liked and how you took it. He placed the mug in front of you and sat on the other side of Sirius. You figured that was because he still felt weird seeing you and Sirius sit close together.

Slowly, members of the Order arrived at the house and filed into the kitchen. Tonks took her usual spot on your other side. You barely made eye contact with your father when he came into the room. You could feel his eyes watching you even after the meeting started, and it turned out to be more than his eyes. Once again he was trying to get into your brain. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself, emptying your brain. You focused on keeping Severus out of your thoughts and memories.

You nearly broke when Sirius looked at you. It was only a subtle side glance, but it told you that he noticed you tensed for no apparent reason. You took another breath and glared at your father, meeting his gaze. There was no emotion in his intense stare. You decided to up the game.

Then you weren’t sitting in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, listening to Mad-Eye Moody talk about missions you weren’t involved in and the vague information gathered from them. No, you were looking at a younger version of your father. You recognized where you were. You, and younger Severus, were standing outside of the house where you spent a decent amount of time growing up: the house of the couple that watched you while Severus taught at Hogwarts. Severus stood just beyond the front lawn. He bounced on the balls of his feets, watching the house. You glanced between him and the house. Surely, you were inside with the people you called Auntie and Uncle.

You watched as Severus shook his head and turned away. He walked away. You pressed your lips together and felt something break inside of your chest. Your father had been debating coming to see you and he just didn’t. He walked away from you.

Just as suddenly as you appeared in front of the house in Hogsmeade, you were back in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, between Tonks and Sirius. However, both you and your father had abruptly stood up with loud scraping noises as your chairs slid backwards.

“Y/N, Severus? Everything alright?” Shacklebolt asked.

The eyes of the room shifted between the two of you. You and Severus were having a new stare down and he looked furious at you.

“Am I, ahem, needed at this meeting? Or can I be excused?” you asked, breaking eye contact and looking toward Shacklebolt and Moody.

“You are needed,” Moody said. “You’re being assigned another mission.”

You sent another glare toward your father before sitting down and crossing your arms across your chest. Under the table, Sirius nudged your foot with his. You knew he was asking if you were okay, and you hated that you couldn’t reassure him right now, not with Moody’s eye in the room. Moody described the missions you were to be going on; you were to pair with Bill Weasley and Tonks. You’d be trying to get information out of people whose stances were unknown. You three were young enough to not have participated in the first war and you were lesser known among known Death Eaters.

Once the meeting was over, you disapparated. You felt horrible for leaving Sirius without saying bye, but you needed to get out of there. That memory you visited filled you with rage and hurt. Even if just to say hi, why hadn’t he gone inside? It could’ve been a short visit, but it would’ve been a visit. He rarely did that. If he had gone all that way, why did he turn around? Were you just not good enough for him? No, you knew you never were.

You paced around your flat until you felt like your legs were turning into jelly. But even with as exhausted as you were, sleep didn’t come easy and when it did, it wasn’t restful.

You started canvassing Diagon Alley with Bill. Whenever he had a break from Gringotts, he’d let you know so you could close up shop and help. Sometimes it was just watching as he talked to various people, or vice versa. You occasionally ventured down Knockturn Alley and a few of the other adjourning streets. The most that happened was you pointing out a man who you believed to be Mr. Nott; you told Bill that he had a son at Hogwarts that looked very similar. Bill turned you in a different direction so you didn’t run into him.

“Not someone to be taken on with just the two of us,” Bill whispered.

You frowned, but went along easily. Once again, you felt your dueling skills were being underestimated, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea to be starting duels in a shopping district, even if it was Knockturn Alley.

Your expedition with Tonks was more exciting. She had heard whispers about an underground animal auction happening and after running it by Moody, you were told to go. She’d be in disguise but you were good to go as is. You weren’t an employee of the ministry.

It wasn’t too difficult to find the auction grounds. You walked a bit through a dense forest, following seemingly meaningless ribbons tied to branches until you came across a clearing. There was a cloaking shield at the edge of it, but you and Tonks walked right in. It was bustling with people and cages; animal cries immediately filled the air. You and Tonks scanned the crowd. Nothing stood out to you. Tonk told you to find a seat and she’d catch up to you in a little bit. You watched her casually stroll up to a porky man with a clipboard in hand and a quill behind his ear. You gave the crowd another scan, unsure of where to go.

“Merlin’s bloody beard, is that Snape?” a family male voice called.

You turned and laughed. “Flint, what are the odds?”

Marcus walked toward you and pulled you into an uncomfortable hug. You hadn’t seen Marcus since school, and even then, you weren’t exceptionally close. That didn’t stop him from smiling at you and unabashedly checking you out.

“Haven’t seen you at one of these before. Looking for something?” he asked.

You shrugged. “You know how things are…” You glanced at the ground, smiled and picked something up. “If sellers are going to let perfectly good potion ingredients fall on the group, why shouldn’t I collect them?”

“Still doing potions then?”

“Got a shop in Diagon Alley. What about you?”

“Metal charmer by trade, little league quidditch official by hobby.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Some things never change, eh?”

“You here with anyone?”

“Yeah. Friend from a neighboring shop,” you said, pointing at Tonks.

However, instead of looking at Tonks, Marcus looked at your hand, grabbing it in awe. You were wearing the new gloves that Sirius got you; if you were to get into a duel, it would be on one of these missions you went on with Bill and Tonks.

He let out a low whistle. “No way you’re affording these by yourself.”

You snatched your hand back and gave Marcus a rather insulted look.

“Not that it matters, but they were a gift.”

“Someone must really like you.”

“Yeah. They do.”

You looked back at Tonks, seeing if you could make an excuse to leave Marcus. She was already making her way toward you. She had a sour look on her face.

“We’re leaving,” she said as soon as she reached you.

“Why? Bidding hasn’t started?” Marcus asked, looking between the two of you.

“We weren’t the only ones who heard about this,” Tonks said firmly, keeping her eyes on you.

You nodded, knowing what she meant. Death Eaters were coming and she somehow got that information out of the man with the clipboard.

“Course you're not,” Marcus said as he placed a hand on your shoulder. You tensed as his fingers curled around it. “That’s how auctions work. There needs to be more than one bidder.”

“Flint, it sounds like I’m leaving. It was good seeing you,” you said politely, but he held onto you with expected force.

“Stay. Come on. We should catch up.”

“Snape, we need to go.” There was more urgency in Tonks’ voice and you really didn’t like it.

“Marcus,” you warned.

You tried to take a step away from him, but it was too late. Figures in dark cloaks and masks started shoving their way through the crowd. They weren’t there to bid, but they were definitely leaving with the magical creatures. Marcus let go of your shoulder with shock on his face. He immediately ran toward where you assumed his friends were. You and Tonks exchanged a quick look before you both drew your wands and sent spells flying at the dark cloaks.

Those attending the auction to bid quickly disappeared into the forest. That made hitting your targets easier, but that also meant that the Death Eaters were getting a clearer view of who was hitting them. You saw a few Death Eaters stumble, fall over and cry out as spell after spell hit your targets. You haven’t had a good duel like this since school. It was exhilarating.

Then a red-orange burst hit you in the back and you fell forward. You couldn’t breathe. Your face hit the dirt and you couldn’t bring your arms up to break your fall nor push yourself up. From the heat you felt, you assumed it was some kind of altered fire curse. You could feel your body spasm. It hurt. It hurt so bad. You tried to scream out, but when you opened your mouth, there was no sound. Then it hit you that there was no sound. No light – you couldn’t see. And you couldn’t feel anything.

Was that it? Should you have tried to pull out of Marcus’ grip harder when Tonks told you that you needed to leave? Was this how you went out? Without a goodbye to Sirius?

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“Remus!” Tonks shrieked as she apparated into Grimmauld Place with your more-or-less limp body. It spasmed periodically.

She thought you were doing exceptionally well being how out-numbered you were and that you didn’t have auror training. She hadn’t seen the spell that hit you, but she heard you fall. And when you stayed on the ground, she knew you had to get out of there.

Remus, Fleur and Bill came running out of the kitchen, and Sirius descended the stairs as fast as he could. Sirius had to grip the handrail to prevent himself from falling down the rest of the stairs when he saw your body. His breath hitched when he saw that you were wearing the glove.

Those were supposed to help.

“Bill, we’ll need Severus,” Remus said firmly to the ginger. “Let’s get her upstairs.”

Bill rushed to the nearest fireplace to contact Severus and then Dumbledore to explain why Severus needed to leave Hogwarts immediately. Remus and Fleur helped Tonks bring you upstairs. Tonks was sobbing as she recounted what happened. Remus assured her that she did the right thing.

“She’s alive?” Sirius croaked, standing in the door of one of the guest rooms, watching them lay you on the bed.

“I-I have no clue what spell hit her. She has a pulse,” Tonks managed to say weakly.

“It’s something. We’ll be able to do more once Snape gets here,” Remus said. “Watch her, will you?”

Sirius nodded, moving a chair in the room to be right next to the bed. Fleur took Tonks’ arm and helped her out of the room. It was very jarring for all of them to see Tonks like this; she was a bold and bright personality, an excellent auror and trained to keep her cool. Remus lingered in the guest room with Sirius for a minute. He watched his best friend’s sullen face. Remus turned away when he saw a tear run down the side of his face. He didn’t need to see Sirius like this. He didn’t want to see Sirius like this. Even if it was so bizarre for Remus to acknowledge, Sirius was happier when you were around. He acted more like a human rather than a shell of one.

And now you were laying in the closest thing to a hospital bed, unconscious and barely alive. But that was the important part: you were alive.

“He’s coming,” Bill told Remus when he came down the stairs. “Fleur’s getting Tonks a cup of tea, but she’ll need a calming draught. Albus… he didn’t want Snape to leave Hogwarts. Something about Umbridge.”

Remus closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s a nightmare, but it’s his goddamn daughter for Merlin’s sake. We need him here. She needs him here.”

“I told Albus that Snape already left. He left before I even told him everything.” Bill glanced at the door. “I expect he’ll be here any minute.”

The two men went to sit with Tonks and Fleur in the kitchen while they waited. Sirius, in order to convince himself that you were just sleeping, brushed your hair off of your face and took your gloves off. He held your hand and gently rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles. You’d be okay. You’d be okay. You’d be okay. You’d be okay. You’d be-

The front door opened. Remus stood up from the table in the kitchen. He had been sitting in a spot where he could see the front door. Severus and Remus didn’t exchange any words. They made eye contact and Remus pointed up. Severus didn’t nod. He showed no emotion as he silently turned and made his way to you.

Severus stood in the doorway when he found you. He wasn’t sure what was more shocking, disturbing even: you, laying motionless and eerily pale, or how Sirius was sitting with you, hunched over and rubbing your hand. After what felt like a few minutes, he entered the room.

“Make yourself useful and set up the potion station, Black,” he said coldly.

Not looking up from you, Sirius said, “It’s in the sitting room. There was never a point to put it away.”

Severus stepped toward the bed and glared at Sirius. “Get out. I need to examine her so I know what she needs.”

Sirius didn’t move. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave you alone with him. Yes, Severus was your father, but… No, Sirius didn’t want to leave you alone but it wasn’t because of Severus. It was all him. Sirius didn’t want to leave you alone. Period. Full stop. He looked at your face, somehow both peaceful and pained at the same time. Sirius knew he had to leave.

He stood up slowly and walked out of the room, not looking at Severus once. He debated going to his room. He could wait in there with the door open and listen for when Severus left your side so he could return. But then the front door opened again. Sirius let the sound direct him downstairs – he’d sit in the kitchen and hear what everyone else thought about the situation. He was met with Arthur and Molly in the entryway.

“Dumbledore called,” Arthur said, seeing Sirius.

“Is she upstairs?” Molly asked, looking up the stairs, and Sirius nodded.

Sirius and Arthur continued to the kitchen.

“Molly said something about a mother’s touch. Something no one in the house has,” Arthur said.

Sirius tried to chuckle, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He needed you to wake up and then he could smile and laugh again. Until then, he didn’t have that option. Remus watched Sirius reach for a whiskey glass.

“Padfoot, I’ll take a tea if you’re putting the kettle back on.”

Sirius stilled midmotion. He knew that Remus knew he wasn’t going for the kettle. At least, he wasn’t. Now that Remus said something, Sirius knew he had to. He nodded silently, put the kettle on and grabbed two mugs.

“Anyone else?”

“Might as well. Bill too,” Arthur said.

Two more mugs. They would all drink tea. While waiting for the kettle to be ready, Sirius moved cups to the table along with sugar and cream so everyone could make their cups as they liked. He needed to keep moving, keep himself distracted or he’d really want to reach for the whiskey again.

Molly stepped into the room where Severus was looking over you. He was tracing his wand along your limbs.

“What can I do to help?” she asked. Her voice was steady but kind. The way she asked the question said that it wasn’t really a question; she was going to help and things would be a lot better if he just told her what she could do.

Severus stood up straight, tucking his wand away. He wasn’t finished with his examination; he couldn’t tell for certain what spell was used on you. He rummaged through his brewing kit. He pulled out a small jar containing a rather basic soothing salve. He held it out for Molly.

“Apply this to all her burns. I need to start brewing.”

He hesitated in the doorway, giving you one last glance before heading to the sitting where Sirius said the potion station was. He silently got to work. As soon as he was out of the room, Molly did the same, taking the lip of the jar. The moment the salve touched your skin, it started to glow and seep into the burns. Molly was vaguely familiar with this salve. She had similar ones at the Burrow, ones specified for scrapes and cuts. She needed to adjust how you were laying so she could apply the salve to your back. She gently rolled you over and pulled your shirt up. The burns were horrible.

“I see where you got hit…” she muttered to herself.

She kept applying the salve until every burn was properly coated. Then she sat down in the chair. There was nothing more she could do until Severus came back.

Sirius kept glancing toward where they kept the whiskey. His cup had been sitting empty for a while now. Everyone else in the kitchen was more relaxed than him, engaging in conversation and offering to refill his cup. He shook his head each time. You were upstairs and only Remus truly knew how much it was killing him.

Everyone looked up when Molly entered the kitchen. She didn’t have to say anything to the room’s attention and her soft smile was a comfort to all of them before she even spoke.

“She’s awake. Severus is reassessing her.”

Tonks jumped up and left the kitchen immediately. They could hear her footsteps all the way until she reached your room. Remus gave Sirius a warning look; he didn’t need Sirius barging into the room while Tonks was talking to you and possibly with Severus still in there too.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, not caring that Severus was looking over your arm.

You gave her a weak smile. “Like a dragon roasted me.”

“That seems about right,” Tonks said with a weak chuckle.

She sat down in the chair and let Severus continue to look you over.

“You know, Y/N, you’re kind of wasted in your apothecary,” she said.

“Am I?”

“Wicked duelist. If only there had been less of them… more of us… something.” Tonks choked up briefly. “You wouldn’t be like… this.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said with a slight laugh slipping through your lips, which had you suddenly gripping your side as pain radiated from that spot.

“Sit still,” your father snapped.

You rolled your eyes and Tonks smiled at you slyly. You were still yourself. That’s what mattered. But you listened to Severus; you tried your best to sit still.

“So what happened?” you asked.

“I was talking to that guy, Watson, getting a feel for the auction. Sketchy. Unregulated. Undocumented. I could see you talking to some guy.”

“Marcus Flint. I went to school with him.”

Severus humphed. You didn’t know what he thought of Marcus and you didn’t really care. You didn’t like Marcus all that much so why would it matter?

“Then I heard someone say the Carrows were arriving soon. And Rowle, Yaxley, Macnair were all thrown around. It was too many. We couldn’t take them on.”

You nodded.

“But that boy wouldn’t let go of you until it was too late and we couldn’t just leave. I think we created enough of a diversion that some people were able to escape, but then you got hit. I didn’t see by what or who. Not with their bloody masks. I… I couldn’t let you just lie there. I got us out of there, and well, now we’re here.”

Severus walked out of the room without saying anything. You had no idea if it was because of his ties to Death Eaters or if he had to go brew something else for you. You winced as you tried to sit up.

“No, stay laying down,” Tonks said firmly. “You’ve been through a lot.”

“I’ll be fine-” you started to say, wanting to say more but she cut you off again.

“Yes. You will be fine. If you stay lying down and let us take care of you.”

You groaned as you adjusted the blanket around yourself.

“Thank you. For getting me here.”

Tonks nodded and reached out to squeeze your hand. She sat there for a few more minutes with you before getting up. Shortly after she left, Remus and Sirius came in. Sirius immediately took his spot in the chair and Remus leaned against the wall just off to the side.

“You’re alive,” Sirius said softly.

“Yeah, I am,” you breathed.

The two of you just stared at each other for a little bit. Sirius had such a soft expression; you had that effect on him. You were glad that you were alive and you were glad that Sirius was here for you. If you weren’t bedridden, you’d be hugging him.

“Y/N, do you need anything?” Remus asked.

Like everyone else, he was glad you were going to be okay. He felt that he didn’t need to be in the room with you and Sirius if you were trying to have a moment. You were adults. You didn’t need him acting as a chaperone.

“I’m alright, Remus. Thank you,” you said with a weak smile.

He nodded and left the room, heading back to the kitchen. Sirius moved some of your hair out of your face again, letting his fingers gently trace down your cheek before coming to rest on top of your hand.

“I haven’t been scared like that in years,” Sirius said.

“There weren’t supposed to be Death Eaters there.”

“I know.”

“Some idiot I went to school stopped us from leaving.”

“You might’ve saved some lives.”

“Felt good to be in the action… Until…”

Sirius chuckled softly, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hand.

“That tends to be how it goes, Icarus.”

“There weren’t supposed to be Death Eaters there,” you repeated. “If they hadn’t appeared, we would’ve been-”

“You would’ve been okay. And you saw Tonks already. She’s okay.” Sirius leaned forward so he could press a kiss to your hand without moving you too much. “And you will be okay. Just don’t expect to be going back to your flat until you are.”

“Remus going to make me sleep in here?”

“There’s a possibility.”

You sighed. “But it’s not as comfortable as yours.”

“Really? I could’ve sworn my parents got better beds for guests than me and Regulus.”

“The mattress is fine, I suppose,” you said, wiggling your body slightly. “But it’s missing you.”

Sirius leaned forward again and kissed your forehead before whispering, “We’ll see who’s all staying here tonight, hmm? Maybe Padfoot can keep you company.”

You grinned. That would suffice.

However your happiness was short-lived as someone cleared their throat from the doorway. Severus.

“Black, don’t make me tell you to leave this room again.”

Once again, Sirius was slow to move at your father’s request. And once again, he didn’t want to leave you. You’re awake. He didn’t want to leave your side until you’re feeling better. He looked at you and you gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“You’ll be okay?” he whispered and you nodded.

At that, he stood up and left the room. Severus closed the door to the room and then handed you a tall glass of a thick purple liquid that smelled like bubotuber pus.

“Drink.”

“Obviously,” you said dryly. You tipped the cup up and the liquid slid down the glass like sludge. It tasted like bubotuber pus. You gagged, setting the empty cup on the bedside table.

“You need to rest. I’ll make more. You’ll need to drink it every evening for a week.”

You didn’t say anything. Severus left you alone in the room, closing the door behind him again. This time, Sirius had gone to his room rather than the kitchen. He fully intended on sitting with you again once Severus left the room so when he heard the door open and close, he left his room. He wasn’t expecting Severus to be waiting for him.

“Black. Stay away from my daughter. She doesn’t need to be corrupted by scum like you,” Severus hissed. The words burned as they left his mouth. They were words he never imagined having to say to a former classmate.

“‘Fraid I can’t do that, Snivvy,” Sirius said.

“Once she is healed, she goes back to her flat and you’ll keep your goddamn distance.”

“And what if she comes back here?” Sirius crossed his arms over his chest. He knew full well that you wouldn’t stay away from him if your father asked.

“It’ll be for meetings and meetings alone.”

Sirius smirked. “She comes ‘round here more often than we have meetings.”

“Whatever friendship you think you have with her, it’s over.”

“Dearest Snivellus, it’s not a friendship. It’s a relationship.” He took a step closer to Severus. “A courtship.” Another step. “A partnership.” Another step. “And I love her, so no, I won’t be staying away from her.”

Severus spat in Sirius’ face. “If you lay a hand on her, I will personally tell the dementors where you are.”

Sirius wiped the spit from his face, preparing a retort, but Severus had already turned and disappeared into the sitting room with a slammed door. He pressed his lips together. While that could’ve gone much worse, it probably would’ve been a hell of a lot better if it had been you telling Severus about the relationship. Two out of three people you were worried about knowing of the relationship, Sirius had told and both hadn’t gone great.

Sirius rubbed at his face again, trying to dry it off a bit more. Then he went back to your room and closed the door behind him.

“I heard,” you said, scooting over on the bed just enough so that Sirius could sit next to you. “I’ll try to talk him down… eventually.”

“Dumbledore won’t let him turn me into the dementors. Especially as long as I stay here, glorious, glorious headquarters.”

Still laying down, you wrapped your arms around Sirius’ waist and rested your cheek on his thigh. He absentmindedly started playing with your hair.

“And that leaves Harry…”

“My godson will want me to be happy. You make me happy.”

“I’m the daughter of his least favorite professor.”

“And the lovely girlfriend of his godfather. Whatever he thinks, just like Remus, won’t change how I feel about you. And on the bright side, I think Remus is coming around. Told you it takes time.”

You hummed. Your eyelids fluttered shut and it didn’t take long until you were asleep. Sirius waved his hand to dim the lights to help you rest. He hoped no one would come in and bother you, especially Severus given his threat and Sirius immediately ignoring it. No one did come in and you got your wish of Sirius staying the night with you.

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