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Grimmauld Place is unpleasant—dusty, dirty—and everything about it screamed of the pureblood mania which had possessed its previous owners. And barely two steps in, you can understand why Sirius left as he did all those years ago. It gives you a grim sort of pleasure that this place is being used for Order meetings now, you can only imagine that Sirius’s mother must be turning over in her grave. Remus had escorted you to the house and even now he is casting worried glances in your direction as he leads you towards the kitchen. You offer him—what you hope is—a reassuring smile, and then return to telling yoursel

“S-Sirius, why is it so cold?” You asked, teeth lightly chattering as goose bumps spread across your skin. “Dunno.” He answered, when in reality it was freezing in the large house because he had cast a spell, wanting an excuse to hold you in his arms. He gazed at you, amusement sparkling in his grey eyes before he smiled, standing up and tossing a few more logs into the fire, in front of which you were both currently sitting. Sirius returned after a moment, sinking to the floor and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. You cuddled into him, grateful for the warmth, and Sirius had to

Remus and Sirius sat in their dorm. It was Christmas time, and the entire castle was nearly empty, save for a few students. And you. Sirius stared at Remus as he went on and on about you. “I mean, she’s perfect, Padfoot. Everything about her. Her (h/c) hair. Her (e/c) eyes. Merlin, her eyes are gorgeous. Her (s/c) skin. She has nice skin…” Sirius snickered a bit, watching as his friend stared up at the ceiling. “And you’re still too big of a coward to talk to her, Moony.” Remus blushed a bit, sitting up in his bed. “What would I even say? ‘Hi (y/n), I’m Remus. You have nice sk

It was no secret that Sirius Black was a sex God. Every female and student in Hogwarts knew that. Obviously. He could get any girl he ever wanted with some charming words and a wink. After that, he had them brain-washed. You, however, were completely different. Your appearance was taken in account in his eyes, of course. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair looked so silky. Your (e/c) eyes glittered in amusement and happiness nearly every hour of every day. Your (s/c) skin. Your gorgeous face. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Plus, you were in his year and his house. A double bonus. But, when you were different, it wasn’t just your

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” A voice called from the dark recesses of the old house you had just entered. The house smelt stale as if it hadn’t been inhabited for many years. Sidestepping a large troll-foot umbrella stand you threw your water logged cloak over a dusty table. “What, you thought I’d decline Dumbledore’s request?” you spat. Knowing just who was speaking to you from the shadows. Sirius slowly materialized from the darkness, his face gaunt his once handsome eyes weary. “No,” He replied. “I thought you’d refuse to come here.” You gazed at him, runn

You always wondered why you were a Slytherin. It felt funny since you weren’t like all the rest of your house. Maybe it was ambition, or the fact that you were cunning. Except you lacked something everyone in your house had, evil. It was like any other night, you stayed up late reading in the common room. You liked it down there at one o’clock in the morning. It was quiet and it was just you, the fire, and your imagination.  That is except one someone cam wandering by. Much like tonight. “Tom, I can see you. You’re not very inconspicuous” You said rolling your eyes and looking up from your book. “Shouldn