Right Place, Wrong Time Masterlist

Right Place, Wrong Time — Masterlist

Plot: Y/N finds herself trapped in a time in which she doesn’t belong only to learn that maybe that was her place all along.

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild cursing, slight sexual content.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

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Feeling lost

Over the Moon

Summary: The Yule Ball was coming close and you had no date. You just broke up with Cedric Diggory and planned on asking your best friend, Fred Weasley instead. But it looks like he had other plans. Slight angst, fluff, a kiss A/N: This is my first fic so please bear with me. The whole concept was in my script for my DR but I really liked it and decided to write more about it so here!  Feel free to send ur thoughts pls ! <33

Life in Hogwarts was amazing. The magic, the friends, feasts, and drama gives you so much adrenaline. On the other hand, you were living a more exciting student life compared to your other schoolmates because you were best friends with the infamous Weasley twins. The lot of you have been friends since your first train ride to Hogwarts.

You were the brains of the pranks and sometimes the distraction, which made you miss a lot of detention from the teachers. It gets you worried that the twins might think it’s unfair, but they always assure you that it doesn’t bother them at all, and they wouldn’t want you in trouble either.

As your friendship blossomed over the years and you knew the twins deeply, you looked at the older twin differently. Romantically different. Your heart always flutters when you make him laugh or when he leans his head on your shoulder when you read in the common room. Unlike George, Fred would always flirt with you, and you’d do it back, but of course, to you, it’s all platonic fun. You would always comb through his red locks when he’s laying on your lap and hear him sigh, making you confused because why does your heart thump to something your best friend does?

You hate to admit it, but you react differently to Fred’s actions compared to George. You would find it absolutely weird if George flirted with you, laid on your lap, or hooked his arm through yours.

But even if you had felt something for Fred, you never acted on it. You were too scared to ruin something beautiful and something that makes you happy. You would never risk it just for a silly school-girl crush.

But was it really just that?

George had noticed the sudden shift between you and Fred but never really said anything about it since he saw it as some sort of source of entertainment; his two best friends were head over heels for one another, but neither of them had any idea.

You and Cedric have been dating for weeks, but you guys weren’t something too serious. Everyone in school knew about it and thought your relationship was adorable. It started as a friendship; both being skilled Quidditch players and popular students, you were bound to be friends and experiment with something more.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred was feeling down, given your new relationship with the Hufflepuff golden boy. He didn’t ignore you, but he was just a little distant whenever you guys were together. Maybe it was jealousy, Fred thought. But he quickly dismissed it because why would he be so bothered about his best friend’s new boyfriend? They’re clearly happy, and everyone approves, so why would he not?

It has been weeks since Cedric was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and him asking you out right after. You supported him throughout his tasks, school works, and even did Quidditch practices together. All in all, both of you were doing really well.

But it just wasn’t there. The sparks or the excitement when Cedric holds your hand or kisses you. It doesn’t come close to the feeling you get with a certain redhead.

You hate wasting time, so you ended things with Cedric telling him the truth about how you felt.

“Took you long enough.” Cedric huffs.

“What?” You were so baffled at his response. You expected him to be angry or at least sad, but he was showing the complete opposite. The jerk head was even smirking!

“You really think I wouldn’t notice you ogling Weasley all the time? And how you would smile at me awkwardly when I kiss your cheek? It honestly makes me laugh. Seeing you flustered and guilty.” Now you thought that something was wrong with him. Did the golden egg drop on his head? Did the dragon do something to him?

“Seriously, Cedric. What the hell are you talking about? And which Weasley because I heard there are about four of them in this school! But even though, I would never ogle at one of them, that’s weird! They’re like family!”

Except one of them, you thought.

“I know you know who I’m talking about. No one other than the great Fred Weasley. You know, I was even surprised you agreed to go out with me. Even the whole school knows you both have the hots for each other.”

“We do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yup”

“Never.”

“The blush in your cheeks says otherwise.” He said, smirking.

You quickly duck your head and hide your face out of embarrassment. ‘Was I really that obvious?’ You wondered if even Fred himself had picked up on your feelings for him. But your thoughts were interrupted by the golden boy.

“Really, though. No worries at all. Though I was looking forward to going to the ball with you. But at least now you can take someone else” He wiggles his brows suggestively. “Ugh, whatever. But I’m really sorry, Ced. I had a great time with you though. Friends?”

“Friends.”

Days passed, and no one in Hogwarts knew about the break-up, so they still assumed you guys were together. Plus, no one really asked, not even your best friends.

The Yule Ball was getting closer. Some won’t shut up about it, and some are always huddled together, planning how to ask people to the ball. Your conversation with Cedric still occupied your mind. Should you really ask Fred? But what if he has a date already? I mean, he is attractive. But you thought that Fred would appreciate that you would want to go to the ball with him, so you decided on asking him tomorrow morning.

It was the morning after, and all of you were sitting in the Great Hall. With the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Angelina & Katie nearby, and Ginny with her friends in the distance. You sat across the twins giving you a clear and complete view of them.

Ever since you sat down, your hands have been shaking out of anxiety. What if this goes wrong? You stop rambling in your head, and you start to write on a piece of paper.

“Have you got a date to the ball, Freddie? :)”

You decide this is good enough, so you fold it up to hide it from Snape, who’s lingering around.

“Psst!” You hiss at Fred and pass the note to him quickly. He collects it and reads it over. He looks back at you, and you shoot him a smirk. He starts to glare at you and which gets you stunned. You didn’t know, but Fred Weasley thought you were boasting about how you had a date, and he had no one yet. He didn’t know that Cedric and you were over. He was offended by your act and decided to retaliate.

Everything was so sudden.

He starts tearing a piece from his notebook, balling it up in his fist, and throwing it at Angelina Johnson. She looks back to see the culprit and glares at Fred.

‘Do you want to go to the ball? With me?’ He mouths while making a weird dancing gesture. Angelina quickly nods with a little smile, and Fred gives her a satisfied look.

He goes on to look at you after his whole act to boast as well. But he is caught off-guard by your teary eyes and hard stare. You were very silent, and even Harry and Ron looked at you in fear. You quickly gathered your things and ran out of the hall, your tears finally falling.

Fred turns to his brother and asks, “What’s their problem? They started it.”

“You are one bloody idiot.” His twin replies. Harry and Ron nod in agreement, and Ginny shakes her head in disappointment from afar.

You were in your bed, lying down while tears soaked your pillow. How could he do that? Right in front of you and everybody else. You were so embarrassed and felt so stupid that you even thought of asking him. Of course, he didn’t feel the same way as you did.

Your friends have been trying to cheer you up, but they haven’t been successful until they pushed you to still buy something to wear for the ball. You hastily agreed, thinking that you did not need anyone to bring you. You can dance and have fun with your friends.

But it would be much more fun with him.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, shocked at yourself. You looked amazing. The outfit you picked suited you perfectly. You also had a beautiful necklace draped on your neck and matching earrings as well. Satisfied with how you look, you head down to the hall to attend the ball.

Your friends had gone in with their dates, leaving you behind. But you didn’t really mind. You were walking down the stairs slowly, not wanting to trip. Now, that’s totally embarrassing. You spot your friends, and even Fred, by the end of the stairs near the entrance. Ginny sees you and shouts, “Merlin! It’s Y/N!”

She screamed it pretty loudly, so a lot of people around started to look at you, making you quite queasy in your heels.

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful than you right at this moment. He feels a pain in his chest knowing you won’t be with him tonight, but he wonders where Cedric is. Did he not show up?

You smile at all of them and compliment how good they look.

“You guys look cute.” You tell Fred and Angelina. She replies, “Thank you. You look stunning! Where’s Cedric, though? Aren’t you going with him?”

You facepalm yourself. You forgot no one really knew you guys weren’t a thing now. “Oh! We kinda ended things about a week ago. On good terms, though, so no hard feelings or anything.” You glance at Fred, and he stands there surprised.

He now felt stupid because he thought you were teasing him about not having a date. He now realizes that he was such an asshole for asking Angelina in front of you when you were actually trying to ask him. He stays silent out of regret and shame.

You head into the hall and gaze around the beautiful decorations. Shortly after, Dumbledore announced that the champions would enter soon and have their dance. You move to the side and wait for their entrance.

Music starts playing, and you see Fleur Delacour enter, Krum next, then Cedric. He was hand in hand with Cho Chang. You lock eyes and smile softly at one another. Fred sees your exchange, looks down, and thinks of how stupid he has been for the past few days.

Time has passed, and the ball has turned from elegant to chaotic. Chairs and tables were everywhere, and everyone was dancing by the front while the band was playing. You were dancing with your friends, having so much fun. You even forgot about your whole thing with Fred.

Moments later, the music turned into something softer, and others went back to their dorms to rest. Couples and those with dates started pairing off and danced to the music. You sit by a corner, watching them hopelessly. You spot Fred and Angelina swaying.

It’s too much to bear, so you run out of the hall without saying goodbye to your friends. You head to the balcony near the hall that overlooks the lake. The scene is beautiful, but you feel like shit.

Fred sees you run out, and he goes after you, concerned, quickly apologizing to Angelina for the sudden rush. He sees you by the railing, and his heart breaks by the sight of your shoulders shaking,

He comes close and calls out your name.

You respond but still not looking at him, “Just go back, Fred, I’m alright.” Your voice is slightly quivering.

He’s not convinced, given the state that you’re in. Your hair is ruffled as if hands have been run through it a hundred times. And you’re hugging yourself as if you feel cold — which you are.

He takes his coat off, puts his jacket over your exposed shoulders, and asks you softly, “What’s the problem, love?”

You melt at his soft voice. You realize you’ve missed him so much. You look at him in the eyes. He sees the evident redness and fluffiness in them and instantly feels sad and regretful.

You ask him directly, “Why did you ask Angelina?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden confidence and starts to explain himself.

“I didn’t know you broke up with Cedric, alright? I thought you were bragging or something when you passed me that note. You were going with Diggory, for Godric’s sake! Golden boy and Triwizard champion, of course, you would brag about it. But then, I should have known better. I didn’t think you were actually going to try and ask me. If I knew you weren’t going with Cedric, I would have totally asked you! But I got mad at what I thought you were doing, so I asked Angelina in front of you to get back at you. But when I saw your face after and you ignored me, I instantly regretted it. I’m terribly sorry, I really am. I’m such an idiot…

“…Please, I miss my best friend.” He finishes.

Though his whole rambling comforted you since he didn’t mean any harm, you were hurt by how he called you his best friend. But why would you? You are his best friend.

But is that all I’ll ever be?

You decide to ask him. You can’t wait any longer. You didn’t want to put yourself in this situation again.

“Is that all I’ll ever be to you, Freddie? Your best friend?” You say almost in a whisper. He looks shocked, but he stays silent, so you go on. “I like you, and Cedric knew. Though I didn’t really know until he pointed it out. I mean, who wouldn’t? With all the stuff we do…

“I’m not sure anymore. Sometimes you act like you feel the same, but you go and do things that contradict that like, asking freaking Angelina out in front of me!” He looks away sheepishly.

“I just realized that recently and I think I’ve liked you for a very long time now. Why do you think I can distinguish who you are between you and your twin? Why do you think we instantly know what to do when we see each other? Why do we cuddle and hold hands, but I don’t with George? Why do I constantly look for you and crave your presence as if I’ll die without it?!”

Fred looks stunned.

“I’m sorry….” You bloody idiot! You just embarrassed yourself big time.

You turn your gaze to the view before you. The moon shines brightly, and the lake is calm. You start thinking, given all this silence. Does he feel the same way? I shouldn’t have said all that. He probably thinks I’m weird. He’s being so quiet it’s scaring me. I think he’s planning to escape. I mean, I would do the same too if my best friend for six years just told me she likes me.

“I can’t believe it.” He blurts out, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it.

“I can’t believe you feel the same. It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth.”

I’m stunned.

“I thought I was the only one who got confused about all the things we did. When we’re together, I feel like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. When the day ends, and I see you on the couch by the fire, I want to freeze time and look at you forever because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and peaceful. When I lay on your lap, and you touch my hair, Godric, I feel like a moron for smiling so much, and I never want to leave. I never want to be away from you. I want you by my side at all times, hooking your arm through mine and smiling up at me.

“All I ever wanted was you. No one else.” He finishes, and I look at him softly.

It’s like you’re locked at this moment. Looking at one other with so much love and all emotions that have been tucked away for years are right here in this time, between your gazes. There’s nothing else to say but also so much.

After a while, you both smile. His hand reaches out for yours that’s sitting on the railing. You intertwine your fingers and pull him close, giving him a big warm hug.

You pull back and smile up at him. He does the same. You sigh and look back at the beautiful scene right before you, the moon shining brightly in contrast to the dark starry night while being in the arms of the boy you loved.

You stay like this for what feels like hours.

“So, what’s gonna happen now?”

“I don’t know. What do you think we should do, Freddie?”

“I think… we should do this.”

In no time, he cups your face and pulls you close. He puts his lips on yours. You don’t respond for a while out of shock. But a few seconds later, you start to kiss him back.

It’s quite funny ‘cause your teeth are clashing because of the big smiles on your faces. You both can’t hold it in, so you laugh at your state. His laugh sounds amazing, so warm.

“So, do you want to be officially mine?”

“Never thought you’d ask.”

You kiss again, softly this time.

You both hear cheering in the distance and see George, and everyone else, even Angelina, cheering you on.

“Finally!” George shouts.

— this is literally cardan greenbriar and jude duarte

absolute fav seriess !

We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 2363

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.

Other Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I feel that this is all over the place if I’m honest. I will probably write a different soulmate au for Sirius instead in the future, and also a part 2 if you guys want! Also there are a few swears in this imagine, I got a little bit carried away I guess. Love you all, hope you enjoy (even if it isn’t the best)! x

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Sirius kept his eyes closed as he sat up in his bed, stretching, awaking from his night’s sleep. As he slowly opened them, he frowned. Something was different. He glanced around the room, and, though the room was similar to his own dorm, his bed was somehow on the opposite side of the room than he was used to, and there seemed to be girls laying in the beds around him.

He glanced down and realised his hair was no longer his own, and he felt much lighter than he was used to. With his hands stretched out in front of him, he could have sworn he never painted his nails, and as his hands ran up his body to his chest, he found two things that definitely weren’t there when he went to sleep the night before.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Sirius’ voice carried through the room, making the other girls stir.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” One girl mumbled from her bed, still evidently half asleep, “Why are you screaming?”

Y/n?

I’m a girl!” Sirius yelled out, his eyes wide, except, his voice didn’t sound like his at all, but more like the girl’s who he hadn’t gotten along with ever since they met in first year.

"You woke me up, on a Saturday morning, at 6:30, to tell me that you’re a girl?” Y/n’s dorm mate looked at him as if he was crazy, “Babe I thought you knew that you were a girl. You’ve been a girl for the last nearly 17 years. If you didn’t know that then I don’t know what to tell you, but right now, please, if you don’t mind, lower your fucking voice because we’re all trying to sleep!”

A pillow followed the voice, hitting Sirius in the face as he grumbled to himself. Clearly he wasn’t in his own body, he was in Y/n’s, which means that she’s his-

“Soulmate? Y/n is my soulmate?” Sirius whispered in disbelief with a small shake of his head.

The tale was legendary, told from parent to child all over the world; on a special day in your life, whether that be in a few months or a few years, you would switch bodies with your soulmate, and not switch back until you finally meet up again - no matter what.

Sirius Black was possibly the only person in the world who didn’t believe the story. He thought it was a made-up myth, created to reassure children that they will find someone to love and who will love them back one day. Unlike everyone his age, he didn’t wake up and run to the mirror, hoping they had somehow switched bodies overnight.

His best friend James constantly spoke about the day he allegedly switched bodies with a vivacious Gryffindor redhead girl - Lily Evans - for a whole minute, before switching back because as it turned out they were in the same room already, but Sirius was convinced he was being pranked, James joking around with him - after all, that’s what James did; he played pranks.

Sirius spent nearly 17 years denying the fact that soulmates exist, waving off anyone’s body switching stories, but there was a small part of him, deep down, that wanted to believe it. He wanted so badly to believe that there was someone out there just for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to have that much hope - after all, there was the chance that the soulmate thing wasn’t real, or that he didn’t have a soulmate at all.

“Is this actually happening, am I in a girl’s body?” He asked himself, pushing his hair behind his ear as he tried to work out what was going on.

His confused expression soon turned into a mischievous smirk, “Wait a minute, I’m in a girl’s body!”

***

"Prongs!” Sirius yelled happily as he found his best friend. “L/n?” James frowned in confusion, “Since when have you referred to me as Prongs?” Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh right- fuck- I mean.. Um, do you know where Black is?”

“He’s still in the dorm, said he would meet us later,” James said, “Why? You up to something?” “No no, just need to speak to her- him! But thanks anyway, bye!” Sirius ran off before James could question further, leaving his best friend to stare after the “girl” with a puzzled look on his face.

Sirius ran through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the confused stares he received. “Y/n! Y/n!” He yelled out as he bounded up the stairs, earning a few more strange looks from surrounding students.

Hearing your name being called, you opened the dorm door and grabbed a hold of Sirius’ - or, more like, your - t-shirt, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Are you crazy?? Be quiet, people will think I’m insane for yelling my own name out like that!” You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. Sirius just grinned at you, “Nice to see you too.”

“I can’t believe this, what are you wearing? Did you run through the school in pyjamas? I’m going to kill you! That’s so embarrassing!” You said with a pout.

“You don’t look too bad, you’ve got nice legs, might as well show them off for a bit. You never do,” Sirius said as he looked down at your shorts-clad legs. “You’re disgusting honestly. And please stop looking at my legs now, it’s creepy. Black! Are you even listening to me right now?!”

Sirius looked up at you, “You know, usually I would, but it’s kind of hard when I’m being told off by myself. Especially when I look so damn good. I mean, let’s be honest here, I look hot when I’ve just rolled out of bed,” Sirius said with a smirk, reaching out to push your his hair back.

You swatted his hand away and stepped back out of his reach, “Oh for Merlin’s sake, I must’ve done something really bad in a past life for the universe to give me such an arrogant tosser for a soulmate. I think I nearly threw up this morning when I found out.”

“Don’t lie L/n, you were probably over the moon. You’re so lucky you woke up to my face this morning. I mean, it’s better than the view I woke up with!”

“Hey!” You said indignantly, frowning as Sirius shot you a lazy grin. “Oh c'mon Y/n. After years of waking up to my face, if you suddenly woke up to yours you would be a bit disheartened too,” he teased.

“You’re an insufferable prick, I hate you so much,” you grumbled. “Can’t hate me that much love, as it turns out, we’re soulmates.”

“Yes unfortunately we are- wait, why haven’t we changed back?!” Your mouth opened in shock as you looked down and you realised that you were indeed still in Sirius Black’s body.

“What are you talking about?” “After soulmates meet again, they’re supposed to change back into their bodies! Why haven’t we changed back? Black what have you done this time? Why isn’t this working?!” The worry in your voice grew more and more, and you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

What if something had gone wrong and you were stuck in each other’s bodies forever? You couldn’t imagine having to live a life of detention, rebelling and pretending to be Sirius - not when the N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything! Do you really think I’d want to stay in your body longer than I had to? C'mon, get real, I had the perfect body before all this, now look at me!” Sirius said, dramatically gesturing to your figure that he was now sporting.

You slapped him across the head. “Ow! That hurt!” “Good! It was supposed to!”

***

"There must be something in here that explains this situation,” you said as you carefully looked through all the books on the shelves.

“Do I really have to be here?” Sirius whined, dragging his feet as he followed you around, “It’s boring and there’s too many books.”

“If you’d just stop complaining and help me then we’d be out of here faster, wouldn’t we,” you said as you grabbed another book and started flipping through the pages to see if it held the information you need.

“All I want to do is go outside. I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in ages! I think I’ve even forgotten what a tree looks like,” Sirius exaggerated. You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you can hang out with your friends if I let you go, you’re supposed to be being me, remember?”

Sirius scowled and mumbled something to himself, something along the lines of how much he didn’t like you, before beginning to look through the books himself.

It was around 10 minutes later, after reading out all sorts of absolutely useless facts when he finally came across something a lot more helpful.

It says here that whilst common belief is that soulmates will switch back once they have met, the truth is they only switch back once they both have feelings for one another, and have accepted them,” Sirius reads out, looking over his shoulder at you. You shoved the book you were holding and sighed in exasperation, “Please no.”

He held the book out for you to take, and you quickly skimmed the passage on the page he left open. When you got to the end, you couldn’t help but accept the fact that what he had said was indeed correct, “Oh fuck me.”

Sirius smirked at you, “Gladly babe.” Your head whipped around to shoot him a glare, one that could have melted glass, “Shut up Black!”

You sighed, turning back to the book. “Clearly this,” you lighting tapped the page, “isn’t going to happen for a while, so I guess we’re just going to have to accept that we’re not switching back yet. I can’t believe this, I’m going to actually have to pretend to be you until then and- oh shit, you’re going to have to pretend to be me!”

That’s easy, look I can be you already,” he coughed and stood up straight, “I hate Black. He’s an insufferable prick who thinks he’s so much better than everyone else!”

"That’s not bad actually.” “See? I can do this. The hard part is you trying to be me. No one can pull it off like I can,” Sirius smiled smugly, making you roll your eyes yet again.

You’re two-dimensional, a paper cut-out. Everyone knows exactly who and what you are, and literally anybody could pretend to be you with ease. I mean all they have to do is compliment themselves constantly, and run a hand through their hair, all the while trying to charm the knickers off every girl that walks past,” you deadpanned.

Sirius frowned at you, “Not every girl, not you.” “Oh I’m so offended, that’s going to scar me for life, I’m going to need weeks of therapy to get over the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t want me,” you said in a sarcastic heartbroken voice as you dramatically clutched your chest. You shook your head a him before continuing in your normal voice, “In order to make being me really believable, you’re going to need to know some more things about me. You don’t know enough to make this work!”

"Y/n, please. I know more about you than you think. I’ll list some things shall I? I know you like to cut the crusts off your toast in the morning because it reminds you of your childhood. You like walking around the school grounds alone, just so you can think about life. You bite your lip constantly when you’re nervous or deep in thought. You enjoy reading in front of the fire with a blanket wrapped around you because it makes you feel at peace.

I know you hate being the centre of attention because you hate the way you blush so easily. You keep photos of your family in your pocket because you miss them and you want to feel like they are with you. I know you know about Remus’ condition and that you were really the one that hexed Snivellus just before he could tell everyone about it.

You constantly make sure that you know everything you can about everything because you’re afraid of failing, not just with grades but failing your family or your friends. You carry your wand around with you constantly, not because you have to, or for your safety, but because you love being a witch and you’re afraid that someday someone will take that from you. Y/n, I’ve known you since you were 11. I know more things about you than you could ever even begin to think, so don’t tell me that I don’t know enough about you, because I know nearly everything.”

You stared at him in shock. Your breath caught in your throat, and a strange fluttering feeling erupted in your stomach, “How do you know all of that?”

“Because I just do, alright? I notice things about you that other people probably haven’t and won’t ever will. But it doesn’t matter anyway, we’ve been in here far too long and honestly I don’t think I’ve ever even been in the library before. Madame Pince keeps looking at you suspiciously. You need to go and find Prongs, Moony and Wormtail, they’ll be wondering where I am right about now, and so will everyone else.”

You nodded, “Right, yeah. I’ll just… go and find them now.” You slowly stood up and picked up the book with the soulmate information in, slotting it back into its place on the shelf before walking away from him in a slight daze, your mind reeling. Just exactly how and why did Sirius Black know all that about you?

As Sirius stared after you with a sigh, he couldn’t help but think of you. He preferred life so much more before all of this soulmate crap. Before this, he was certain he didn’t like you, but now he wasn’t so sure.