Blithering Mc Gonagall

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 14 || 330 Words || Read on Ao3 —

14 August 1996

“A few more balloons over there, Lil.”

Lily conjures a few more and sends them to the corner of the room before stepping back next to her husband to survey their work. Gold and red balloons line the living room of their Godric’s Hollow cottage, the words ‘CONGRATULATIONS CAPTAIN’ illuminated and suspended above them, and a small cake with chocolate golden snitch flapping atop it sits on the table.

James lets out a sound of approval. “It looks good.”

Raising on her toes, she leans over and places a kiss on his cheek. “He’s going to love it. What time did Sirius say they’ll be back?”

James checks his watch and casts a glance to the door. “Any minute now. Got his school supplies this morning and then met with Ron and Hermione for lunch. I’d imagine—”

The sound of the fireplace roaring to life cuts him off and the two turn to greet the new arrivals. A shock of orange hair is the first to appear, and Lily steps forward to pull Ron to stand next to her and James, holding a finger to her mouth to urge his silence. When Hermione appears, she does the same thing, so the four of them are facing the grate when Harry appears next, blinking in surprise when met with the chorus of “Surprise!”

Dazedly, he steps out of the grate, his parents coming to hug him on either side as Sirius rounds out the arriving party.

Lily kisses him on the head, smoothing down his hair. “Congratulations, Harry, we’re so proud of you.”

“Second generation Gryffindor captain!” James cheers, high-fiving Ron.

“This is…” Harry beams, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thank you both.”

Sirius clears his throat behind them and Harry cranes his neck. “You, too, Sirius.”

“Look at this snitch!” Hermione gasps from near the cake, and Harry breaks away from his parents to take a look, the adults silently congratulating one another on a surprise well-executed.

"Hey, Sirius?" Remus asks as they walk back to Sirius' flat after dinner one night, feeling so anxious he's worried he might actually be sick.

"Yeah?"

"I have something to confess," he blurts, the words coming out so fast they all merge into one.

Sirius stops walking, though doesn't untangle their fingers. "Okay. Is this where you tell me you're actually married and I'm your mistress?"

Remus can't help but laugh, "No, no. Definitely not married. I don't really know how to say this so I'm just going to be blunt and get it over with...I can do magic."

"Oh, neat! Me too."

Of all the scenarios that have gone through Remus' mind over the last few months – when he realised that he actually really liked the Muggle he'd hooked up with, and they were rapidly moving from 'just shacking up' into 'actually dating' territory – this was not one of them.

"Wait, what? You can?"

Nodding excitedly, Sirius starts walking again, pulling Remus along beside him as he says, "Yeah, I'll show you when we get back to mine. Wait 'til you see this card trick I can do."

Marlene's the first one to bring it up.

Remus is just sitting, trying to do his transfiguration homework in the common room when she pipes up.

"Hey, Remus, isn't your anniversary soon?" That's enough to draw his attention, head snapping up with a confused frown. "Any plans?"

"...anniversary?" He asks. Marlene looks at him like he's just spoken another language, or that he's magically turned into a brick wall.

"Yeah. Are you doing anything for it?"

"I have no clue what you're on about," he says simply, expecting that to be the end of that. However, a knowing smile finds its way onto Marlene's face, and she nods.

"Ah, right. I get it," she says with a wink, only befuddling Remus more.

Still, he doesn't think anyone else is going to bring it up.

As it turns out, everyone seems to think he has some big anniversary coming up. Lily congratulates him, Mary says she "always knew it was going to last forever", even Edgar Bones nudges him and whispers a quick "well done".

Somehow, and Remus has no clue how, he did something noteworthy a year ago. He's also completely unaware as to what. Nobody answers him when he asks, so he simply starts offering a polite smile and moving on with his day. There's some strange misunderstanding happening, and it'll probably blow over soon.

Probably.

It takes reaching the 'anniversary' date to figure out what the fuck is going on.

He's finally gotten some time with Sirius after he's been stuck in back-to-back detentions, walking down to the Black Lake together and just... chatting. It's really nice being able to spend time with Sirius outside of his classes again, even if it sends his stomach spinning and diving. As they talk, they pass Dorcas, who turns and calls to the two of them.

"Happy anniversary, guys!"

She's gone before they can ask any questions, leaving Remus with the same confused feeling as before. He opens his mouth to explain the situation to Sirius, only for Sirius to beat him to it.

"That's been happening all week," he says, puzzled, which stops Remus in his tracks.

"It has?"

He isn't walking anymore, and Sirius stops with him, elaborating with a frown.

"Yeah. Everyone's been going on and on about some anniversary. I don't know what-"

"They've been doing it to me too," Remus interjects quickly, almost under his breath. Sirius catches it though, eyes widening as he reaches the same conclusion as Remus has at the same bloody time.

It's them.

It's all about them.

All of the knowing glances, the congratulations, even the weird fucking winks. They all think Remus and Sirius are dating. Not only that, but they've thought that for a year? The thought sends too many emotions running through him. Shock, confusion and, oddly enough, bitterness. He's fallen asleep every night for months with Sirius on his mind. The thought of kissing him, being with him, belonging to him. He's spent too long biting back his confessions, the very obvious and frustrating fact that he's in love with Sirius Black, because he doesn't want to destroy their friendship, and his friends have just swooped in and made things so much more difficult!

"It's our fucking anniversary, isn't it?" Sirius says quietly, before glancing behind him. "Hold on," he says to Remus, turning right back around and going in the same direction Dorcas has just gone. He seems to involuntarily grab Remus' hand, Remus having no choice but to follow him helplessly.

They get to the Great Hall in time for lunch. Remus is a little pissed that everyone's weird obsession with their imaginary anniversary is interrupting the picnic they had planned.

"Guys." The two of them stop on front of the group, Sirius doing the talking, thank fuck. To be perfectly honest, Remus feels pretty speechless. "D'you lot think Remus and I are dating?"

"Yeah?" James says simply, wrinkling his nose like it's just a fact of life. "Everyone knows you're together."

"...we're not," Sirius says slowly, carefully, sending the group lapsing into silence, exchanging confused glances.

"Okay, that's doesn't make any sense," Lily says, everybody else nodding in agreement. "You're literally together all the time."

"Because we're friends," Sirius explains, and Remus really isn't sure what to say. Good thing he doesn't have to, because the back and forth doesn't stop.

"If Remus is in the hospital wing, you're there until Madame Pomfrey kicks you out," James offers.

"I care about him!" Sirius argues, but something about what James has said has hit him in a strange way, Remus hears the shift in his tone, feels the slight tightening of his grip on Remus' hand.

"You're holding hands right now," Mary says pointedly, and Sirius looks down at their connected hands like he had forgotten it had happened. Still, he has a reason for that one too.

"I hold everyone's hand."

He really doesn't want people to think he's dating Remus, does he?

"Not that much," Peter mumbles under his breath, and Remus almost wants to laugh.

"Sorry, does nobody find it strange that we've never kissed, then?" James shrugs.

"Not really. Figured you didn't like PDA."

"Okay, then... we've never called each other boyfriends, never been on a date-"

"Right, that one's just not true," Marlene says with a snort. Remus frowns, confused. Have they been on a date? Surely he'd know, right? "You go to Hogsmeade together all the time, you run off to 'study' every chance you get, and you're picnicking today."

"We're friends? Friends spend time together," Sirius says quickly, and Remus is really starting to struggle. He doesn't want to stand there while Sirius explains how ridiculous the concept of them dating is.

Instead of putting a stop to the conversation, Remus takes the coward's way out. He pulls his hand free from Sirius', turns, and walks away.

"Moony, wait-"

Remus pointedly ignores Sirius' call to him, aiming to get to the dorm and just wallow in self-pity for fifteen minutes. That way, he can act like he's fine and just go to the bloody picnic.

His hip, however, has other plans.

It twinges right as he reaches the stairs, forcing him to a halt with a sharp inhale. His hand involuntarily goes to the bannister at the bottom of the stairs, trying to get some of the weight off it. Unfortunately for him, it means Sirius catches up too quickly. To be honest, he hadn't even realised that Sirius was following him, but he arrives at his side in a matter of seconds.

"Moony, are you alright?" Remus lets his eyes sink shut for half a second, frustrated. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise they were upsetting you that much."

"It's not- it's just- it's nothing, I'm fine," Remus settles on, offering Sirius a tired smile.

"Moons, s'fine. I know how stupid you think it is." Sirius takes another step forward, acting as though he hasn't just confused the fuck out of Remus.

"What d'you mean? That's not why..." he trails off, not sure how to verbalise any of his thoughts without telling Sirius everything. Sirius fills it in for him, though.

"It's okay, really. You don't have to spare my feelings, or anything. I know you don't feel the same way," Sirius says with a shrug, sending Remus' mind reeling in a matter of seconds.

The same way.

The same fucking way?

Just like that, Remus is malfunctioning. Firstly, when the Hell did Sirius start liking him back? He's spent months having to reel in his own emotions, spending time with Sirius and accepting the sad reality that he's never going to be with him in a romantic way. Finally, just finally, he's started to come to terms with his own unrequited emotions, accept and embrace his friendship with Sirius, and they're not even bloody unrequited?

Also, when did they talk about it? How has Sirius come to the conclusion that Remus doesn't like him? Christ, Remus is fucking in love with him!

That's enough to spur Remus to talk.

"What?"

Okay, maybe he can't form full sentences right now, but he'll get there. Hopefully. Sirius just scrunches his nose up, confused.

"Moony, I get it, it's honestly okay. You don't like me, and didn't want to hear them all jumping to conclusions," He explains, and it only throws Remus more.

"No, that's not it," Remus says quickly, stunned that any words are coming out, even if they're pretty unhelpful words.

All he can do is look at Sirius. Beautiful, amazing, kind Sirius, who crushed his own feelings because he thought they were upsetting Remus. Merlin, he can't take it anymore. Clearly words aren't working for him right now, he has to try something else. Something that will express every single emotion that he has bottled up since he first went tripping and falling head over heels for his best friend.

His solution? Kiss the prat before he has a chance to second guess himself.

With that, he reaches out, grabs Sirius' jacket with one hand, pulls him in, and kisses him. At first, Sirius freezes, stunned, and Remus has an awful panic that he's gotten everything all wrong. Luckily for him, Sirius finally registers that Remus is kissing him and kisses him back.

It's...

Christ, it's everything Remus has ever imagined and more. It's like time stops as Remus' stomach swirls. Sirius' lips are soft against his, and his kiss is explorative, fucking mind blowing. He wraps his arms around Sirius' waist, feeling Sirius lean into the touch as he reaches out and cups Remus' cheek.

After what could be an hour, a few minutes, even a few seconds, just definitely not enough time, they both break away. Unfortunately, breathing exists, and Remus kind of needs to remember how to do that. Almost in unison, their foreheads press together, and Remus can feel a smile making its way onto his face.

"Well," Sirius starts, amused, "I guess this is our anniversary, then."

First snow of the winter!

Writing is so hard lately 🤝 @mppmaraudergirl

But this is just 🤌

lily: i’ve only known about padfoot for an hour, but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

a kiss for good luck ♥️

« je t’aime »

« je t’aime » sirius whispered down at the baby in the cradle who’s hair spiked up in all directions. « tu es très beau » and harry kicked his feet while sirius danced him around the house. « fière de toi » he gasped when harry finally walked. sirius whispered his love in french to harry. his harry. his beautiful, strong, silly godson.

the first time sirius saw the sunlight in years and all he could think of was his godson. je t’aime. je t’aime. je t’aime. and when he his arms wrapped around harry at last he whispered his mantra into harry’s ear « je t’aime »

and harry smiled.

Safe spaces

For the @jilychallenge

January: "first taking hand" with @stonecoldhedwig

And September: location platfom 9 and 3/4 (the Hogwarts express will do) with @siriuslychessi

Hahah omg he's such a sweetheart!! ❤️❤️

pining james and not so oblivious lily

another jily wedding pic, this time with Sirius

The winter of seventy-nine was bitterly cold, but then spring gave way to summer and the days grew longer and warmer. 

Wind danced through the flowers in the gardens of Potter Estate as James stood underneath the sprawling branches of an oak tree. Occasionally his eyes drifted to his feet and he kicked at the grass indents made from his shoes. Next to him, Sirius stood far more rigidly, like a man who was trained to be still and proper when the occasion called for it. 

James felt jittery, restless.

“You all right, Prongs?”

His head snapped up at the unexpected words, though Sirius looked more bemused than anything.

When James didn’t immediately answer, Sirius probed further: “Are you having second thoughts?”

“What?! Of course not—”

Sirius laughed. “Calm down, mate. I don’t know why you’re so tense right now. If you could go back in time and tell fifth year you—”

“I’m not tense! I’m not nervous! And I’m not bloody doubting—”

But his words came to a halt when music started playing and he looked up to see her. She had a bouquet of flowers clasped in her hands, resting at the waistline of a flowy white gown. Her wavy red hair billowed wildly in the breeze even as she stood still. 

Their eyes met. She smiled. And then the world disappeared.

It was only her, and only him, and the space that was closing between them as she walked slowly through the garden path as if carried on the breeze to him. Him, her soon-to-be husband. All his restlessness fell away; in its place came the calmness and peace that he could only find with her.

@jilymicrofics - January 2023

Prompt no.4: Lunch (ao3)