TheLemonSheriff

There was a time when we were inseparable--the so-called Marauders and me.I mean, I guess we kind of still are. It's just that they're not all around anymore.Peter is dead, James is dead, Sirius is in prison.So that leaves Remus. And we're still close. We have to be, don't we? It would be ironic if we weren't.But it's still so strange even though it's been this way for... what, over a decade now? We used to be a werewolf, a stag, a dog, a rat, and a cat. But it's down to just a werewolf and a cat now. Not that Remus lets me help with his transformation anymore. No, he says it's too dangerous.I used to fight it but I don't anymore. Somehow, my cat form never got used to the loss of Peter, James, and Sirius. She still tries to catch their scents in the breeze. When I transform back into me, the loss feels even greater than it was before.Everything fell apart that Halloween night. Sometimes I wonder how only Remus and I survived it. I guess I should be grateful, though. He was the one who held me together. Without him...There are rumors, though. Some people have been saying that Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban. I've been trying not to think about it. Because Remus said I shouldn't. He thinks it might not be true still. I'm not so sure.I've never really been sure about Sirius. It's like... I know he went to prison for what he did to James and Lily and Peter, but... Sometimes I don't believe he did it. Remus said that he did. That he was seen killing Peter. So he must have been the one to betray all of us.But I know something that no one else does.Sirius and I were together that night when James and Lily died.…

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"I shouldn't drag you all the way into the castle.""I don't mind," he says.I smile and shrug out of his robes, immediately cursing the atmosphere for its oppressive chill. "But I do. Thank you for walking with me, and for the robes. If I don't see you before the first task, good luck.""I am hoping to see you before then." He doesn't take his robes when I hold them out."You know where to find me.""And maybe we could play together? Quidditch, I mean," he says."Maybe, but I'm not sure I could hold my own against you.""What do you mean?" he asks."I, uh... I know who you are," I say, and it comes out awkwardly. "Well, that isn't fair," he says, and I open my mouth to explain that I'm not some crazy stalker. "You know me already but all I know is your name.""I-""Y/N Y/L/N," he says, testing each syllable on his tongue. "I want to know more about you, Y/N, Y/L/N."***Y/N Y/L/N wants to have a memorable seventh year. After she hears that Quidditch is being replaced with a tournament, she is adamant that she will be one of the 'champions'. However, from the very beginning, the tournament is not what it seems, and Y/N soon finds herself fighting for more than fame. She's fighting for her life.From the tournament comes something else, something special with famed Quidditch star, Viktor Krum.The real challenge isn't the tournament. It's the effects. It's the pain, the memories, the corruption, the damage it does. Everything that once came naturally becomes forced, and what was once a light in a life that could use as much brightness as it could get becomes too painful to bear. And now... she's alone. Isolated. Drowning in regret.But he will get her back. No matter what it takes.*UPDATES ON FRIDAYS*…

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• ad infinitum • (adv.) again and again in the same way; forever ••••"You touch your eyebrow when you're thinking," I said."And you chew on your lip," he said, meeting my eyes. I looked away quickly. He stood from his chair, walking closer to me. "Does it not hurt to chew on it all the time?""No, it doesn't," I said, looking to my feet. It was too difficult to make eye contact with him, especially when he stood so close to me."I don't touch my eyebrow," he said quietly. "I touch the scar."I nodded, feeling my mouth go dry."We all have our quirks," he said. "And I feel yours is more destructive than mine, Miss Y/L/N.""It's not destructive, not really. I know what hurts and what doesn't," I rambled, peeking up at him, finding his eyes heavy on my face. I averted my eyes."Look at you," he muttered. "You can't even look at me."I felt as though my entire body was trembling as his hand grazed mine."I thought you weren't shy, Miss Y/L/N," he said quietly. •••How do you describe perfection?Imperfections that you wouldn't mind dealing with for the rest of your life; ad infinitum.Y/N Y/L/N is the newest hire at Hogwarts. Having graduated from Ilvermorny, she struggles to find a teaching job. After all, the demand for Latin teachers isn't all that high. But she manages to secure a job at Hogwarts where she'll be a teacher's assistant. Little does she know, she'll be a whole lot more.Immediately, she is drawn to the newest professor at Hogwarts, a kind if not sullen man. The job that she only took out of necessity becomes something that she wouldn't trade for anything. She'd do it forever if she could; ad infinitum. ***Thank you to @TheHalfbloodBlack for correcting the Latin titles!…

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Charlie X Reader, 'Playing With Fire' Book 1 (Series Completed)***"Uh, yeah. I stopped going to classes a while back. Believe it or not, that's not good for the GPA. I had, like, a 26 average or something," I said like it wasn't a big deal."Damn, that's not great," he admitted. He rounded the corner into Percy's room. I could hear Percy fighting with the twins in their room. "Why'd you do that?" he asked teasingly."My dad died," I answered honestly."Oh, shit. I'm sorry," he said and his face dropped."It's alright," I dismissed. "Seriously, stop looking at me like that.""I can't help it," he said."You're making it worse. You look like a wounded puppy," I whined. "Don't be like everyone else. I'm sick of people treating me differently because of this whole thing. Treat me normally.""You mean, like flirt with you a little bit?""Well, I, uh," I stuttered.He grinned at me. "You're blushing."***Seventh-year Y/N Y/L/N is what the professors would call a prime example of wasted potential, with an impressively bad 26% average. As far as she's concerned, she is past academic redemption. However, Dumbledore and McGonagall decide to introduce a new opportunity for struggling students, a scholarship that covers a trip abroad. Y/N is desperately in need of this scholarship if she wants to graduate from Hogwarts, but she is struggling through more than anyone knows. The only thing that is keeping her going is the family she's found with the Weasleys. They're an odd bunch and that's exactly why she fits in. Because she doesn't.Things are simple with the Weasley family. That is until she crosses a line with one of the Weasley boys, a path that can never be retraced. Y/N finds herself trapped in a web of lies that she had created. One spark and everything she has worked for could be gone in an instant.And she's playing with fire.This story contains mature content. Trigger warnings are included at the beginning of chapters. I hope you enjoy!…

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Charlie X Reader, 'Playing With Fire' Book 2It seems Voldemort's power grows every day. More people have the mark, more attacks, more fear. Y/N isn't old enough to remember Voldemort's first reign. But she'll never forget the one she's currently living through. At first, nothing seems to change. In Romania, there aren't death eaters. The sanctuary goes on as it always has. That is until there's a spark. Then the whole thing goes to flames.…