Howlers; H.p.

howlers; h.p.

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

synopse: everytime harry fucks anything up and gets in trouble, there is a bet: which howler will he be receiving?

warnings: everything’s fine au, howlers, james and sirius being an iconic duo, just fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this idea is from a pin i saw (can’t link it here), so credits to its owner! hope you enjoy it :)

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Harry James Potter's life was no easy task, but in the best way possible.

Voldemort had been defeated on the fateful 31st October of 1981, within the dark sky of halloween night. No one knew exactly what happened; just that he went to the Potter's to kill the youngest of them, and the curse, apparently, backfired. There was also a rumor about a stag and a black dog, but we will not get into detail. All that mattered was that Voldemort was gone. For good.

Most of his followers went to Azkaban, including Peter Pettigrew, for his betrayal and hidden devoted passion to the dark side. There were some rebellions in the following years, but nothing too big, as their leader had fallen. And because there were such good aurors taking care of everything.

So, having James Potter as his father, Sirius Black as his godfather, and Remus Lupin as his, basically, second father and godfather, growing up was eventful, to say the least.

Don't get him wrong; he absolutely loved them with all of his might. He just wished that they made it easier for him sometimes. Like now, for example.

It was a typical wednesday morning. Everyone was in the Great Hall, as breakfast time was still going and there would be no classes for another half an hour.

You were currently almost completely in your boyfriend's lap, eating your cereals and talking happily to Ginny and Hermoine.

Harry, however, was not very happy; in fact, he was dreading every minute of this breakfast.

He had his arms wrapped around your waist, and his head was buried in your shoulder, eyes closed. He was trying his best to ignore his friends' teasing, the glances from people around and, mainly, the big windows.

Why? Because Hedwig would enter the Hall any minute now. Why was he dreading it? Howlers, of course.

He had pranked Snape along with the Weasley twins the previous day. It was pretty good, if you asked Harry. All of the cauldrons had exploded, and confetti was thrown at Snape, as it was his birthday. They just had to do it. One week of detention and McGonagalls lectures were more than worth it. But there was a little detail that Harry always seemed to forget; the howler he would get the day after.

There were just three options:

1, James and Sirius congratulating him and wishing they were there;

2, Lily wanting to beat his arse;

Or 3, everything mixed together and the complete chaos.

So, here he was; trying to hide in you, hoping you would save him. "Harry, love, I swear to Merlin, I loved your prank-"

"Hey!--" Fred and George yelled from somewhere.

"- but what were you expecting? They do this all the time. You better be hoping that my mom won't be in that howler, then it would be embarrassing," you grinned at him. In all honesty, you usually were involved in the mess (growing up with Harry would do that to you) and your mom was a troublemaker along with the Marauders in their years- the only voice of sense being Lily (even though we all know that Lily secretly loved it all). So, this didn't really faze you; it was actually amusing.

You weren't part of this prank because Harry wanted it to be a surprise. And one hell of a surprise it was.

You too got a week worth of detention because you couldn't stop laughing. Ron and Dean got 3 days. The rest of the students got all one night just because.

"Why can't they just be normal people?" Harry's muffled voice asked.

You rolled your eyes, still smiling. "We are talking about our families here, Harry. Nothing less should be expected."

A few moments passed. Everyone was talking with their friends, and the High Table was still full with all of the professor's and staff. The noise in the Great Hall was full of life, and it was strangely comforting.

Suddenly all the chatter died down, and everyone was looking at the windows. Harry immediately seated upright and snapped his head to the windows direction.

The motion almost made you fall, and that made Harry wrap his arms tighter around you, and pull your body flushed against his well-built chest.

A snowy owl majestically flew around the room with two letters in its beak. One of them was bright red.

Harry loudly groaned which got several chuckles from around. He could swear that Hedwig did this every time for attention. Sirius probably bribed her to do it; fly in the most attention-bringer moment. Fucking Padfoot.

The letters fell into your lap, as you were still on Harry. You cackled loudly as you picked the howler up and wiggled it right in front of Harry's face.

Harry pouted and took the letter, sighing. Looking around, he saw every single pair of eyes on them, the silence defining.

Harry closed his eyes tightly in exasperation, taking one last deep breath, and opened the howler.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT THE HELL--" Lily's voice bellowed.

"I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU, SON!--"

"James Fleamont,"

"MOONY MOONY MOONY, DID YA HEARD ABOUT THE PRANK?!"

"SIRIUS, NO! WHERE DID YOU CAME FROM, OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"PADS, THE PRANK ON SNIVELLUS, BRILLIANT! He learned it from me--"

"Actually, if he learned it from someone it was from me. Remember that time, Remus and Sirius were--" your mother's voice echoed through the letter.

"NO! Out of here!" Remus' voice yelled in the background.

"And he got what? One week worth of detention? AMAZING!" Sirius laughed.

"Minnie's getting soft, honestly--"

"Harry, please behave; I love you- James you get back here right this second or I swear to Godric."

"Lily-flower, darling, hey--!" James yelped after a big metallic bang!.

"Goodbye, Harry, " Remus chuckled.

"Don't forget to write to us! And you too Y/N!" your mother excitedly said.

"PADFOOT NO--!"

And the howler ended.

For ten solid seconds, no one said anything.

And then, the chaos started.

Yells and money was being passed around. At this point, it was regular free entertainment for everyone. Harry wanted to at least pretend that he was embarrassed, but really, he couldn't.

You yelled out a 'yes!' before jumping from Harry’s lap and running to the High Table.

Once you reached it, you slammed your two hands right in front of Dumbledoor and McGonagall. "Well, professor, it seems like you have a small debt to pay, isn't it?" you smirked.

Dumbledoor sighed. "Very well. Ms. Y/L/N," he gave you a small bag full of galleons. "Minerva," he gave McGonagall another one.

"Yes, Albus, Ms. Y/L/N is quite right, I reckon. And I believe you also owe me something, no?" Minerva raised her eyebrows with a small proudful smile.

You high-fived McGonagall, who rolled her eyes, and put your galleons in a hidden pocket of your robe. "Nice doing business with you. Headmaster, Minnie," you started to walk run back to her table.

When you got there, everything was still the same. Yells, laughs, bickering, the usual. You took place in your boyfriend's lap again, this time facing him and grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hello there, my love!"

Harry bit his lip, trying to contain his amusement. "How much did you get this time?"

You eyed him suspiciously. However, you quickly gave in when Harry raised an eyebrow. "...20 galleons," you answered proudly.

Harry grinned. "Why do they keep betting with you?"

"Maybe they still haven't memorised the sore taste of loss?" you sighed dramatically.

"Merlin, I love you so much," Harry laughed and brought your face closer.

"Of course you do, doesn't everybody?" you teased.

Harry deadpanned.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I've been spending way too much time with Padfoot, haven't I?" you tried again. No response from Harry. You then beamed. "I love you."

Harry brushed your lips together, a soft smile adorning his face. And when you were sure he would kiss you, he suddenly smirked. "Doesn't everybody?"

"Harry James Potter!"

Yes, his life really was not easy, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

i am in love with this WHAT

boyfriend swap

imagine: you and lily debate who has the more annoying boyfriend - sirius or james. after a series of events, you end up agreeing to switch partners for the day.

mentions: sirius black x reader, platonic james potter x reader, james potter x lily evans, fem reader, smoking, injury, and being scared of heights, this imagine is purely shits and giggles we know lily and y/n would never talk shit about their boyfrjends ajsgsjsh

"You will never guess what I overheard our girls saying about us in the common room just now." James grinned, entering his dorm room. Sirius looked up and smirked at his best friend.

"What?"

"They practically listed off every thing they find annoying about us - you should have heard them, nearly broke my heart." James joked, holding a hand over his chest.

"Whadd'ya say, Prongs, that we teach them a lesson? Get them to appreciate our efforts a bit more?" Sirius suggested, arching an eyebrow as he leapt off his bed to scheme with his mate.

"What's the plan, Padfoot?" James laughed, as Sirius glanced over to Remus, studying happily on his bed.

"Moony, would you help us out?"

"Oh no..."

You were all gathered in the common room, hanging out like any other school night, winding down for the day.

"Hey, why don't we do a round of truth or dare?" suggested Remus, who was never one to suggest playing such games. Ever.

"Excellent idea, Moony." James beamed, plopping down on the sofa next to Lily, slinging an arm around her shoulder as she shared a confused glance with you. Nevertheless, the game begun. Marlene had picked a fight with one of the portraits and Peter had told everyone about his embarassingly awkward first kiss before it was your turn.

"Alright, then, y/n. Truth or dare?" Remus asked, a playful look on his face. You narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously - what was he up to?

"Dare, of course." you shrugged, keeping with the Gryffindor spirit. Sirius couldn't even hide his smile when you said this, turning to face James with a grin.

"What are you-" you begun to ask, before Remus cut you off with your dare.

"I dare you and Lily to swap boyfriends for a day, starting now." He declared, leaning back against the armchair and folding his arms. You gawped for a moment, before shutting your mouth and turning towards James and Lily.

"Well, my love. Looks like I'll see you in 24 hours." James said, lifting his arm off of his girlfriend and stalking over towards you. You watched as Sirius stood up from his seat and gave you a mocking sad face as he took a seat next to Lily, who was utterly perplexed by the situation.

"Wha...? But-" You started, but James clicked his tongue.

"A dare's a dare, y/n." He said, stretching his arm around the back of your seat. You cringed, the thought of having to date your brother-like best friend a rather offputting notion to you. Not to mention having your own boyfriend and other best friend acting like a couple until 7 tomorrow.

Lily interjected. "It isn't even my dare, why do I-"

"Hold on- what are the parameters here?" Marlene asked, intrigued. Lily threw her a glare, before Marlene laughed. "I'm just curious." she justified, turning back to Remus.

"Hmm..." he pondered for a moment. "You can't talk to your real partner for the whole 24 hours, no contact. And you have to spend the free time that you have with your temporary partner for the whole period." Remus said, chuckling as you and Lily were practically writhing in discomfort of the notion of swapping boyfriends.

"Sounds alright to me. Think you two can handle it?" James teased, knowing you and Lily had never backed down from dares and never would.

"Easy peasy." Lily said, slumping back into her seat where Sirius was chuckling, looking at you. Lily sent you a worried glance, as if to already apologise for her boyfriend's antics. You sent one back, thinking that James could be nowhere near as annoying as Sirius could be sometimes.

"Fine." you muttered, reluctantly leaning into James' arm.

The three boys shared a knowing grin.

"James smells of sweat every time he comes into the great hall from quidditch practice - which is every morning!"

"Sirius takes longer to get ready for the day than I do - his hair always takes precedence over the day ahead!"

You thought it couldn't be too bad with James - you saw how well he treated Lily, and he knew you well enough to know your boundaries. How wrong you were.

"Gerroff, Prongs." You tried to shrug him off as you attempted to eat your breakfast and read your book, a morning routine he knew well enough not to interrupt with his sweaty body clinging to yours. "James!" you exclaimed as he ignored you.

"That's babe, to you." He mumbled onto your shoulder, closing his eyes as he wrapped both arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes, submitting to the torture. You looked up at Lily, who offered an apologetic shrug. "See what I have to deal with?" she mouthed, earning a laugh from you. So far, she'd been content at breakfast. Sirius hadn't shown yet, but Lily was getting impatient.

"Where's Sirius?" she pondered out loud, tapping her nails on the table. "He's supposed to be lending me some notes he took while I was out of class the other day in a prefects meeting before the lesson in 15 minutes." She explained her worries.

"Not to worry, Lils. I'm sure he'll be here soon." You said, a look of disgust on your face as James tried to feed you the rest of your porridge, laughing at your annoyance.

Sure enough, your real boyfriend sauntered in five minutes later, looking as gorgeous as ever. You didn't know if it was just because he wasn't 'officially' yours that day, but by Godric... he was looking very handsome indeed.

"Morning, everyone." he grinned, taking a seat next to Lily and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

She stared at him expectantly, and for a few moments they held confused eye contact.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, "Yeah, it's a new shampoo. Makes my hair look great, doesn't it?" he said, mischief laced in his tone. You laughed under your breath - he was never usually this obnoxious. Something was going on.

Lily huffed unamusedly. "The notes?" She asked expectantly. He bit his lip, his eyes wandering for a moment.

"Ohh..." He said, frowning disappointedly. "I forgot all about them while I was getting ready. Sorry, flower." he reached out to put a hand around her shoulder, but she'd already got up to run and fetch the notes before her class begun. He quickly trailed after her, keeping to the rules set in place.

"Oops." you heard from beside you. You cringed as sloppy porridge made its way in sludge down the front of your cardigan, the culprit being James and your spoon that he was messing about with.

"James!" you exclaimed, grabbing some napkins and attempting to salvage your uniform.

"Sorry, darling, let me help you." he snatched the napkins out of your hands but instead of helping, he merely smushed the food further into your clothing, earning a groan of disgust from you once again as you got up and head for your dorm room to change.

"Wait for me, y/n!" you heard from behind you.

"James uses the most absurd nicknames with me - sometimes it's endearing but sometimes it's just cringeworthy!"

"Sirius calls me by the wrong name all the time, just because he knows it bugs me!"

Much to yours, and Lily's dismay, Slughorn set a partnerwork task that day in lessons. So naturally, your 'boyfriends' each went to work with each of you you, respectively.

"Hello, lovie." James greeted you with a grin.

"Hi, James." you nodded, slightly uncomfortable.

"Making living death today, aren't we, cupcake?" James said, reaching over to your advanced potions book. Cupcake? Bleugh.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, a frustrated Lily was being riled up even more.

"No, Sirius. We need lavender, not honey." she explained.

"Sorry, Laila. I'll go and get it now." Sirius said nonchalantly, as Lily did a double take, realising that he'd mis-named her.

"I have the lavender. You happy now, Lucy?" he rolled his eyes, rolling his bottom lip under his teeth to stop from revealing an amused grin.

"It's Lily."

"Whatever you say, Lauren."

You and James hadn't gotten very far with your own potion as he pandered over you. "You want to sit down, my little fluffy poodle cake?" He asked. You spluttered with laughter at that one, finally being able to see some of the light in the situation.

"What, don't you like that nickname, my perfect little sparkly teddy pie?" He said, deadpanning, doing surprisingly well at withholding his own laughter. You burst out laughing again, shaking your head.

"Lisa, I put in 2 spoonfuls like you asked me to!" Sirius exclaimed as Lily buried her head in her hands.

"Sirius, its three spoonfuls. Three. I said it, like, a million times." She said, her hair slightly frizzy now, exasperated. "And it's Lily."

"Okay, Laringitis."

"James is overbearing sometimes, he has made me believe that there is such a thing as too much of a gentleman."

"Sirius forgets what being a gentleman is sometimes, he just leaves me to fend for myself because 'I'm capable enough on my own'."

You had very much so lost the funny element to the dare after being called 'sweetie honey angel face' in front of a bunch of 7th years who laughed at the both of you as you walked, James clinging to you.

He had also taken to doing absolutely everything for you. Seriously - he opened doors for you, carried your stuff for you despite your protests of 'I can hold my books myself, James'. He ignored them, as a result, dropping the pile he'd accumulated of both your and his belongings on multiple occasions, causing a scene of scavenging to retrieve your pens and books that had slid away down the hall.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing, as he stood up again, flushed.

"I'm okay, we're okay. We can keep walking now, sherbert sunshine."

On the other side of the castle, Lily Evans was struggling to keep all of her things balanced within her grasp.

She and Sirius had been late to lunch, for his incessant stopping to look at himself in any reflective surface that they passed on the way to the great hall - so late that all Lily could do was grab a banana that she planned to inhale before her next class. Trying to hold her heavy textbooks, bookbag full of pens and notes, and her single lunch item, she sighed finally, frustrated.

"Sirius, could you maybe hold my bag for me? These textbooks are quite heavy." she pleaded.

Sirius merely shrugged, biting into the sandwich he'd taken for his lunch.

"You're capable enough to hold it all, Lindsay. I believe in you." he cheered.

Not moments later, her books came tumbling down in front of her, the banana flying across the hall.

She and Sirius shared a stunned glance. He almost looked like he would help her gather it all up again. But all of a sudden, a bored expression returned to his face.

"Keep up, Lola, we'll be late for last period." he said, strolling off.

"He only ever wants to play quidditch - he thinks quality time involves mud and shinguards!"

"Sirius' troublemaking knows no ends - his idea of a date is doing something that'll get us detention!"

The overwhelming vertigo that flooded through your legs as you sat in the position of 'keeper' reminded you of one of the many reasons you never pursued quidditch - you hated flying.

"James, I don't think I can stay up here for much longer." you frowned, nails gripping the broom so tightly that the splintered wood begun to form marks. Your arm hurt, and so did your ankle, from the number of times you'd had to dodge an approaching quaffle that still managed to hit and bruise some part of your body.

"Just one more, treasure feathers! I've got a game next week, got to practice!" he yelled as he zoomed towards you, quaffle in hand.

As he flung the ball straight towards you, your face contorted as a shriek left your lips, darting to avoid the heavy ball that was about to do some serious damage to you.

"You're supposed to guard the goals, sugar plum!"

"I'm not a keeper, darling. I barely even know how to fly! " you shouted bitterly as you trembled on the broom, trying to lower it to the ground as gently as possible.

Upon reaching the ground, you swiftly got off the broom, waddling over to the changing rooms as fast as you could. Before you could even walk a few steps, though, you fell over, your trembling legs giving out on you.

All the while, Sirius and Lily were in the astronomy tower, somewhat enjoying each other's company for the first time that day. That was until Sirius brought out his pack of cigarettes from his robe pocket.

"You arent serious." she shook her head, eyeing up the packet.

"Well, as a matter-of-fact-"

"Save it, Black." she interrupted, standing up. "What are you thinking? It's broad daylight?"

"Ah, so you don't care about me smoking, you care if I get caught."

"Precisely."

"As my girlfriend, you should care more about my wellbeing."

"Luckily we're breaking up in an hour and a half." she rolled her eyes as Sirius stood, lighting the cigarette between his lips.

"Sirius, put it out!" she hissed, pulling the blem from his mouth.

"Er, what's going on here?" they heard, turning to face where the stern voice was coming from. Not seeing anyone there, they looked down to see the new Professor Flitwick looking up at them crossly, arms folded.

"Sir, it's not what it looks like-"

"Detention, for the both of you."

"But, Merlin - regardless of all of that..."

"Yeah, no matter what he does..."

You waited impatiently in the common room, foot tapping on the ground as you sat, James' arm still firmly around your shoulders.

"Feeling better, lovebug?"

"Will feel a whole lot better when Sirius gets here." you mumbled, biting your thumb nail in anticipation.

When you saw the raven haired boy walk in, he looked rather concerned as you leapt up and limped on over to him, before attacking him in a desperate embrace.

"Hi, there, love. Miss me?" he muttered into your hair, smoothing your back with his hands.

"More than anything." you pulled back to take in your amazing boyfriend. Out of the corner of your eye, James and Lily were having a similar reunion, both of you girls regretful of ever saying anything bad about your respective lovers.

"I promise I will never take you for granted again. Although sometimes you can be kind of annoying, I adore you for it. All of it. Because I want all of you." you finished your speech, blushing as Sirius gave you a smirk, leaning in to kiss you.

Your lips locked and you felt whole again. You smiled against the kiss, before he pulled back to grin at his friend.

"Think that was a success, mate?"

"Result!" James laughed as his red haired girlfriend absentmindedly kissed his face all over. Sirius laughed, turning back to you.

"All is forgiven, gorgeous." he smiled, caressing a hand on your cheek.

"Im glad. I mean, I can sometimes be annoying, too, I suppose." you murmured, fiddling with Sirius' collar.

"Don't even get me started..." he mumbled, grinning as if you hadn't heard him.

"What?!"

"I love James to the moon and back."

"I love Sirius with all my heart."

this was so sweet 😭

Warmer The Better

poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: Your boyfriends can't stand seeing you in pain.

warnings: fluff, period cramps, boys falling all over you, implied sub!reader, kissing

A/N: not me writing myself a comfort fic for my period :')

You whined, pressing your hands to your lower belly. Remus, bringing his hands onto yours’, wrapped you tight. “Better, bun?”

You nodded, relaxing as his hands started to massage your tummy. Magic was leaking from his fingertips, softening the sharp pain under your midriff. He felt your tenseness loosening as he massaged, your face relaxing slowly. He planted a cushion-like kiss on your cheek, hugging you tighter to make sure his body is warming you enough.

The door cracked open, James and Sirius pumping inside, hands filled with bits and pieces. “Emergency team is ready for your service ma’am!”

You giggled to James’ heart-warming cherished voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet theirs’. James winked at you with a cheeky smile, placing the four mugs he was struggling to carry. An intensive chocolate smell filled your lungs, both you and Remus smiling at the smell.

Sirius rushed to your near, hands gently grabbing your face. “How are you feelin’ angel,” he asked concernedly. You nuzzled, purring to his hands. “Uh – girls gave me these. They said it’ll help with the cramps.” he showed the heating pads, placing them on your belly and under your feet. He looked up to Remus. “They told me we have to keep her warm.”

“Thank you, Siri,” you mumbled, the pads’ heat slowly melting inside your body. “It really helps.” He kissed your forehead, pushing away the strands on your face.

Remus grabbed his chin, connecting their lips. An amused chuckle fell from your lips, watching your boyfriends kissing above you.

“Putting on a show for bunny without me, eh? I’m offended now,” James scoffed, holding a jumper in his hand as he approached you three.

You giggled, making grabby hands to him.“Don’t be Jamie, I’ll kiss you.” you stood on your elbows as James came near you with a wide smile, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Remus and Sirius peeked behind you, Sirius placing small kisses down your neck as Remus did to James’ the same.

You pulled back eventually due to lack of air, a mewl tumbling from your mouth. You looked at James, wanting more. And Sirius’ lips kept pampering your neck with kisses, making your need grow. Remus tweaked your chin. “Not now, bunny. You need to rest.”

“C’mon bun, take this jumper on, you gotta be all warmed up.” James, agreeing with Remus, held the jumper up, ready to pull it down your head.

You pouted, crossing your arms on your chest. “I already have the heating pads and Remmy wrapped me like a burrito. I'm sweating!”

“Don’t be a brat, sweets.” Remus tsked, your brows knitted firmly at the word. “We’re all doing this for you.”

“I know,” you whined, “but it’s too much, I'm getting overwhelmed.”

“But your cramps are worse than last time, bunny. We’re worried.” Sirius’ hands trailed down to your stomach, gently rubbing. You became softer, burying your head into his neck.

“Got a little cold, ‘s why,” you murmured.

Remus brought his hand to your back, sharing a look with the boys as they smiled. “And that’s why we’ll keep you all warmed up, alright?” You nodded, sniffing Sirius’ cologne, finding comfort in his sharp but sweet smell.

“Go on then, before these get cold.” James handed you the hot chocolates as all four of you tried to sit together on Remus’ bed.

“We all won't fit here,” you chuckled as you held your mug firmly, trying to prevent any kind of accident.

Sirius pulled out his wand, enlarging the bed with a spell he uttered quietly.“Better now?”

You were between Remus’ legs, back pressed to his chest as Sirius laid down on your stomach, his weight reducing your pain. James was on Remus’ other side, cuddling him as your hands were interlocked with each other. Peaceful somnolence hovering above your bodies.

Remus grabbed his book from the drawer, kissing your temple. “Want me to read for you?”

“Is this even a question!” Sirius and James exclaimed in sync, lifting their heads to look at Remus with puppy eyes.

“I asked Y/N.” You giggled at your lovers, feeling a lot better than before. As long as they were with you you didn’t need to worry about anything.

thunder-bombs; h.p

pairing: harry james potter x fem!gryffindor!reader

synopsis: you love thunderstorms, until one night they bring bad memories back. who better than harry to make you feel better?

warnings: panick attack, thunderstorm (astraphobia), bombimg references, a little overdramatic maybe?, way too much fluff

word count: 3.4K words

a/n: so, this is my first fic! I'm nervous but excited? this is one of my confort scenarios so please beware; i wrote this at 1 am when i was sad. also, english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

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You have always enjoyed storms.

The rain falling everywhere, hitting everything that couldn't find a shelter; the harsh wind fighting every direction it could assume; the smell that would linger once the storm had ended; the distant booming sound of thunder and flashes of lightning, giving a hint of the war happening within the clouds. 

Actually, scratch that. You have always loved storms. 

And tonight it was no different. 

You fell asleep quite peacefully. Your roommates, in particular your best friend, Hermoine Granger, thought you were crazy. As she said, it was clear that this wasn't some random and innocent storm. It seemed much bigger, much stronger. And she found it crazy that you seemed actually happy about it. Her best friend really was strange sometimes. 

It was long after you were asleep that the gryffindor tower (and the rest of the castle, for that matter) finally calmed and rested. 

Until 3:27 am, that is. 

It was like the sky had been ripped open, leaving an aching scar behind. Like a bomb has just gone off in the middle of the common room area. 

Students woke up screaming and crying, and not just in the red house. It could be heard all over the castle. It was chaos. 

You woke up like you were having a nightmare, and in a way, you were. You jolted up in your bed, eyes widened and breath quickened. 

And suddenly, you were a naive 6-year-old child playing with the TV remote again. It was bad luck, honestly. Clicking on just that button. The button of some news channel replaying a video of an explosion in a city far away, caused by some terrific bomb. 

The fire, the bodies lying around, the screams, and the sound. It was just like that thunder. And you were reliving those images again in your mind. 

It may seem dramatic or ridiculous to some, hence why you didn't tell anyone, not even your family. But it was traumatising to you, especially at such a young age. It gave you a reality check, a different perspective of life, even though you only realised that a few years after. 

For the few weeks after the accident, you would look through the news, hidden from your mom and dad, to see if your city would explode. You couldn't sleep, afraid that you would hear that sound again, but this time, near her house, and not just on the television. It marked your childhood. 

And that thunder, that explosion in the sky, has just been like the bomb, bringing your childhood nightmare back. 

"Y/N? Y/N, come on, it's okay. Everything's fine," Hermoine's voice made its way through your mind, and you finally snapped out of your trance. 

Looking at her, you saw Hermoine at the end of your bed, her hand was on one of your knees, and her eyes were filled with worry. 

"Oh my goodness- Y/N, sweetheart, you're shaking! Come here!" Lavender Brown approached, looking a little pale herself, and pulled you into a side hug. You couldn't quite think. your surroundings were slightly blurry, and there was this ringing in your ears that just wouldn't go away. You didn't like this. You wanted to run away from this night, you wanted to go back to sleep, you wanted to go back to your harmless dreams. Dreams with no booming sounds. You wanted to hide under your many blankets and cushions and stay there, where you would be safe. 

"Hey, guys-" Parvati Patil announced re-entering the dorm — you didn't even notice when she had left — a little out of breath. "- let's go to the common room. They are all there- seems like no one wants to go to sleep now," Just now did you notice the distant noise of a mixture of chatter, cries, some yells and distinct laughs. You immediately thought of Fred and George, and them having the time of their lives; being awake at this hour of the night, making fun of their scared friends, and probably trying to terrorise some 1st years. The idea made you smile internally. 

"Okay, okay, we're coming! Maybe It would be good, Y/N, relax a little. This actually might be fun," Lavender added, getting up after giving you another pat on the shoulder and taking Parvati's hand in hers, both heading down. 

Hermoine tore her eyes from where the other two girls just were and looked at her best friend again with her eyebrows furrowed. 

"Your lips are still shaking. And hands. What's happening? I thought you loved storms and anything of that sort," Hermoine questioned. 

You tried to talk; tried to convince her that everything was fine, that you were fine, and that it was nothing. But your eyes started to fill with anxious tears and your mind was too confused to form proper words. 

Hermoine stood from her spot and pulled you into a tight hug. "Wait just a minute, I'll be right back, okay?" she said in a hushed tone, rushing out of the room moments later. 

You looked out of the window, still in a daze, as if expecting to see fire and corpses out there. But the only things she could see were the rain and the big storm that was trying to hide in the dark of the night. 

You felt so stupid. This is ridiculous, you're a Gryffindor, for Godric's sake! Where was your bravery now? You hadn't even had a single nightmare about this for years.

But even with the rational side of your mind yelling at you, you couldn't stop your body from shaking, all because of your absurd fear. You frustratedly ran your hands over your face, trying (and failing) to take deep breaths and get your shit together. But really, there was no use. 

"Y/N?" a familiar voice called you.

Your favourite voice. 

You pulled your hands back from your head and glanced up at your very best friend. Harry James Potter. 

As much as you wanted to hide and cover up your current state (which definitely wasn't your best), you couldn't. One look into his beautiful green eyes was all it took for your tears to fall, letting your walls tremble along with you. 

"Oh- Y/N!" Harry stuttered, hurrying to come close to you, his furred eyebrows contorted an adorable expression in his handsome face. 

Sitting in the middle of your bed, Harry pulled you onto his lap, which you gladly let him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and breathed in his calming scent. 

"You're okay, Y/N, everything's alright now. You're safe, I promise. It's okay. I'm here." 

Harry kept whispering sweet things in your ear, giving you time and waiting patiently for you to stop crying. He was stroking your hair with one hand, effectively pressing your face into his neck and holding you in place. The other hand secured your body, his arm wrapping around you from under your legs, making your knees scrunched up to your chest. your hands grabbed his navy hoodie within its fists. It made you feel safe, warm and fuzzy, like you always were with Harry; even despite your current situation. 

Harry was worried, scared and confused. He never saw you, his brave, impatient, confident and happy best friend like this, and it absolutely terrified him. He just wanted to take all your fears and sadness into a tiny box and destroy it. Or keeping all those bad feelings just to him, saving you from it. 

Harry didn't like to see you cry. He didn’t like to see you scared out of your mind. And he definitely didn't like to see the desperate state you were in; sobbing and clinging onto him as if, otherwise, he would disappear forever. His heart was beating almost as quickly as yours. Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to do his best in brushing your hair from your tear and sweat glistening face. Harry was a little shaken up from the thunder as well; he was sleeping so peacefully that it was quite the shock when he abruptly woke up. But he couldn't just figure out why it would do this to you. Sure, on his way to your's and Hermoine's dorm he saw several students crying, but a breakdown like this? 

A light kiss on his neck put Harry out of his mind. Several minutes had passed. He looked down at the girl in his arms the best he could. 

"Thank you, " you sighed in relief as a small smile was making its way onto your lips. 

He smiled, relieved too. You were finally starting to stop physically shaking. "No need for that. That's what I'm here for." 

You stayed in silence for a while. "Do you want to talk about it, Y/N? I know something's going on," Harry mumbled and re-started to stroke her hair. You focused on your breathing and closed your eyes even more tightly. Of course you wanted to tell someone, even more so if that someone happened to be Harry. After all, you had carried this burden with you, alone, for many years now. You just didn't want to show this cowardly side of yourself to Harry. It was such a stupid fear. 

"It's stupid. I-I don't even know why I am such, such a mess," you eventually mumbled, and you felt Harry holding you closer to his body. 

"If it's something that bothers you and you are scared of, it's not stupid, Y/N. Whatever it is, I am here for you, " Harry responded, pressing a kiss in the top of your head. 

A few moments passed. You took a deep breath and started to tell the memory that has haunted you for so long. "When I was little, like 6 years o-old, I was playing with, with the TV remote in my house," you paused as you tried to control her breath. 

Harry remained silent. He continued to stroke your skin and hair, just anything that his hands could reach really, not wanting to rush you. 

"The, the channel. It was a news channel. It was replaying a video of an explosion somewhere, I-I don't remember where," you continued after a few minutes, relishing the lovingly embrace Harry was giving you. 

"It showed everything, it was a video t-taken at the time. The fire, the buildings being ruined, the corpses of the people around, a-and the place where the bomb had gone off. And the sound. It was so loud and big and just terrifying. The sound, Harry. It- it traumatised me." 

Harry glanced down at you again, tearing his eyes from the random spot they were before and looked into your watering ones. 

"And that thunder was so similar to, to the noise the bomb made," you softly finished. 

It almost was as if you and Harry were in a staring contest. You were looking into his eyes to see if he thought you were being childish, ridiculous. If all of this was just some big nonsense. Harry, however, couldn’t help but comprehend. He had his fair share of childhood trauma in his life, and he absolutely understand your's. For a small child, it must really be something that would scare you, and some fears just can't be overcome. Despite it all, Harry knew that he would stay with you no matter what, and help you when that fear came to haunt her again. 

"You- you don't think it’s ridiculous or embarrassing, right?" you eventually broke the silence, growing anxious at every passing second. 

Harry snapped out of his head. "What? Of course not! How could you even think that?! Y/N, no one is perfect, you're allowed to have fears! And if you ask me, your's pretty plausible. Fuck, I would be terrified of any type of thunder or loud sounds, honestly." Harry said indignantly, hugging the girl tighter. 

You smiled up at him, now completely relaxed. Harry truly was special. 

A few minutes passed before Harry decided to open his mouth again. 

"Besides, even I almost passed out from my sleep with that thunder-bomb." 

You bursted out laughing. This boy was just too stupid sometimes. "Thunder-bombs? What the fuck is wrong with you?" 

"It's the most adequate name. Very unique if you asked me," Harry grinned, glad to see you starting to become your normal self again. 

You pressed your head in the crook of Harry's neck again, and he felt you  smile against it, along with another kiss. 

"You wanna go downstairs? Everybody’s there," Harry asked. You hummed but didn't move a single muscle. 

"Hermoine is quite worried, you know? She came downstairs yelling and slapping me. And then her worry worried Ron, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, so now the twins are waiting for you, too. And don't even get me started on Dean, Merlin, that boy is too dramatic. Oh, and Neville cried. Ginny must be asleep again by now but I'm sure if was awake she would want to see you. Lavender-" 

"Harry, you're rambling again, shut up," Your voice came muffled. You moved your position so your chest were touching his. Then, you circled your legs around his waist, your face never leaving its place. Harry's strong arms adjusted to the new position by wrapping themselves around your waist. 

"You look like a koala, Y/N," Harry laughed, freeing one of his hands from your body to continue to play with your hair. He leaned his head on yours. 

"So, you wanna go? McGonagall must have let us stay there, for them to not come upstairs by now." 

"Hm, okay, let's go," you mumbled. You wrapped your arms and legs around him tighter, not wanting to let go. 

There was a pause then. 

"You want me to carry you?" Harry asked, but it sounded more like an affirmation. He knew how much you craved affection and cuddles when you are sad and tired. 

You nodded against him, placing another small kiss in his exposed skin as a 'please'. 

"Okay, let's go," he said, bringing the both of you off of your bed. 

And Harry just doesn’t know what to do when in silence.

Once he stood up, Harry stopped for a minute to adjust your position on him, making sure you were comfortable. Your legs were still tied to his waist, arms enveloped around his torso just below his shoulders line. Harry's hands secured you by your thighs, caressing them gently every now and then. And not once did you move her face, kissing his soft neck sometimes. 

Nobody commented on your and Harry’s 'situation', despite the many not-so-subtle glances. Everyone knew how close the two of you were, if your constantly shared affections were anything to go by. But, of course they were just best friends . The teachers even gave up on the whole 'girls and boys safety space' rule when it came to Y/N and Harry, finding it impossible to keep them apart. It was actually very endearing to the majority of them. 

Harry looked around, trying hard to ignore the many pairs of eyes looking straight at him (and the girl in his arms). 

"Where do you want to go? The group is on the big sofa by the window on the corner. But if you want we could go to the sofas near the fireplaces," Harry murmured into your ear. 

"Let's go meet the group. I can feel Fred's and Dean's nerves all the way from here. What the hell did Hermoine and the girls tell? That the thunder hit me or something ?" 

Harry laughed, and the sound made you smile. 

The classes for the next day have been cancelled. Practically everyone and everything around Hogwarts was wide awake by now, and it would take a long time to get settled down again. Besides, it was Friday. A longer weekend wouldn't hurt. 

Your eyes peeked from Harry's neck and shoulder just enough to see your surroundings. McGonagall was walking from one side to another, talking to several students and making sure everyone was fine. Some first-years trailed behind her everywhere she went. 

You were in a position similar to the one you were in your dorm, your bodies tangled with one another under the blankets that someone threw at you, probably Ron. 

The noise in the common room wasn't very loud, even though all Gryffindors were there. Many were cuddling and chatting quietly with their friends in any free place they could find, and some were sleeping. The atmosphere was surprisingly soft. The late (or early) hour and the sound of the rain outside provided sort of a sleepy happiness within the common room's walls. 

"Harry? What time is it?" you whispered. 

"A little past 4 am," Harry answered, looking down at you, his eyes and glasses shining. You continued to make your way towards your friends. 

It was funny, really. How something that was supposed to just bring bad feelings, such as sadness, fear and panic, could create these moments. Moments of pure adoration, bringing comfort beyond imagination. 

"Thank you for staying with me," your soft voice said,  your eyes full of love for the boy who was still holding you. 

Harry just smiled and leaned his forehead on yours. 

Once the two of you reached the corner, you were met with several reactions; worried glances quickly turned into knowing looks and smirks.

Thanks to Dean's and Fred's exaggerated cries for you, yelling happily that 'the thing is alive', and your grumbles for them to 'shut the hell up before I throw you two out of the window', the tension that was previously there disappeared. They were just glad that you were okay now and returning to your normal self. 

You and Harry had seated in the farthest place, right in the corner, with an incredible view from the window. 

You looked around again. And the sight before you made you temporarily breathless. 

It was still heavily raining outside, the wind strong, but the booming sound from thunder and the bolts of lightning were nowhere to be seen nor heard. The now relaxing sound outside brought you to your usual peace whenever the weather was like this. 

The light inside the common room was dim, just a few candles that McGonagall conjured were flying around and the fire from the fireplaces illuminated the place, and it was absolutely perfect. It helped to create the soft atmosphere that you felt the moment you and Harry came downstairs. Nothing was too bright, just enough to see. 

Your friends were all comfy under a million blankets, some cuddling as well. Hermoine was next to you and Harry, leaning back on some pillows, and from the moment that you got there, she took your hand in hers, not letting it go. Ron, however, was leaning on Hermoine, and the two wouldn’t stop their light bickering about the best type of weather. Ginny was dead asleep hugging a pillow beside Ron, her legs thrown over to Neville's lap. Across from them were George, Fred and Dean quietly joking around, making whoever was listening laugh. Seamus was sleeping as well, head on Dean's shoulder. Lavender and Parvati were a little far away from them, trying to find some peace and quiet. 

And then there was Harry. You looked up at him and took in the most beautiful person ever; his black hair was too messy, and his green eyes were sparkling even with the almost non-existent light. His cheeks and nose were flushed with light pink, glasses slightly crooked, and in his mouth was resting a little smile, observing the scene before the two of them too. 

Your eyes met and you decided that that was, indeed, the prettiest thing you had ever seen and experienced.

You couldn't help but press another kiss on Harry's neck (it was your thing after all), causing Harry to lean down and brush your noses together, making you two giggle. 

And in Harry's arms, with Hermoine's hand in yours, and surrounded by your amazing friends, you felt complete, like you could get through anything. 

Even thunder-bombs. 

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS

(remus lupin x reader)

all of you had sat in a large circle in the common room and passed around all your christmas gifts to eachother, everyone was loving it, no matter how big or small the gift they had received, everybody was so grateful.

everyone except remus had given out their presents and once all eyes were looking to him, you noticed he seemed a bit flustered and nervous, playing around with the rings in his fingers.

“um, i know these aren’t the best gifts, i just couldn’t afford anything big for all of you, i wish i could-“

“remmy..” you interrupted, “marlene got us all a bracelet made of sticks and leaves from outside that she enchanted to bend all together, and we all love it because she took the time to make it herself-“

“well i didn’t actually do it-“ marlene laughed quietly, thinking about the time she spent reading on how to get branches and leaves to make a bracelet of themselves by themselves just so she wouldn’t have to do it.

“marlene put in 5% effort on her gift, but we all love it anyway, i’m positive we’ll all love yours” you told him

he smiled gratefully at you before pulling out multiple gifts all wrapped in newspaper from the daily prophet and all your names written on the paper so he wouldn’t forget who’s was who’s, all a fairly similar rectangular shape, and he passed them out to each of you.

you all began unwrapping and once you’d opened yours up you had to hold yourself from blushing tomato red, so you instead looked up at him with a wide smile to find him already looking at you, with soft anxious eyes, biting his nails to stop him fidgeting with his hands.

“rem.. you did this for all of us?”

you’d all been given one of remus’ books from his large book collection, he’d taken so much time not only picking which book should go to who, but putting in a message on the first page.

“well , yeah, is that okay? i didn’t know what to get and you guys always seem to find looking through my notes in all the books amusing so-“

he was interrupted by you smashing into him with a great hug hug.

“thankyou so much rem, i love it so much”

you could feel him smile into your neck, “i’m glad you like it” he responded quietly for you only to hear.

“moony this is great!” you heard james, you pulled away from remus and gave him a little smile before going back to your spot in the circle.

sirius was flicking through his book with a boyish smile, and turned to remus “moons this is awesome, it has all your thoughts in it, now i’ll get to find out just how your mind works huh?” he ruffled remus’ hair with a laugh

“this is really sweet rem, thankyou so much” lily told him, looking through her own book of romeo and juliet, from what you could see, the message on her first page may or may not have had the name ‘james’ written somewhere in it …

and as you looked around, at all your friends skimming though rem’s annotated gifts, with grins up to their eyes chatting quietly to themselves, you realised there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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