belladonna | marauders imagines

Sirius | Ferrets

You were friends with the marauders ever since first year. At the beginning, it was because you didn't know anyone except your brother, who was in second year. Well, he's not your biological brother, but he loved you just the same. How he came to have these many lovely friends — you'll never know. But you were extremely grateful about it.

They had got you through tough times, made you happy and unlike some people, they never judged you.

You were a bit shy when you first arrived, and for good reason. All your life, you've tried and tried to make it feel like the family who adopted you were your real one. And in many ways, it did feel like home, a place to feel cozy in Christmas or somewhere you felt like you belonged. But every once in a while, you'll slip out of reality, wishing that the hurt in your heart made some sense. Wishing it'd go away on its own. When you got your letter to Hogwarts, your entire life was uprooted yet again, and before you knew it, you were boarding the train from Platform 9 3/4th.

While you felt loved with your friends, there were some who enjoyed making you feel like you didn't belong there. Like Malfoy.

In your third year, you realized that Lucius Malfoy had a habit of picking on people, especially if there's doubt regarding blood status. No one knew your real parents, and they might as well have been muggles. Not that it mattered to you, but Malfoy seemed extremely interested in it.

He'd sneer at you, call you names, call you an orphan as if its an offensive word — yup, classic dummy moves.

This particular day, Lucius was more annoyed than usual.

"Look here, it's a mudblood."

You wondered who the hell he was talking to. There was no one but the two of you in the hallway. You had missed your alarm and it seemed like the universe was punishing you for it.

"I'm late for my class," you said, your head down. You tried to walk past him, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. You felt the cold chill of his hand, and gasped. He had always used his words to hurt you, but never came close to you. You'd hoped it would never happen.

"What's going on?" A voice said from behind, one that you would have been happy to hear in any circumstance — but all you felt right now was the opposite of it. You didn't want Sirius Black to see you like this — weak, and almost on the verge of tears. You didn't want to be a damsel in distress, not in front of the boy who you secretly admired.

"Nothing, uhm - we're just talking." You stammered, trying to ease your hand away from Malfoy's, but his grip was tight.

"It doesn't look like nothing," Sirius stepped forwards, alarmed at how you looked distraught. And hey, it's Lucius. When is ever just talking with him?

"We were exchanging pleasantries." Lucius smirked, knowing you won't yell out or try to fight off his hands while Sirius was watching them. He knew you were a bit too prideful for your own good.

"Let her go." Sirius said quite calmly, taking out his wand. He wasn't as dumb as Malfoy thought him to be.

"I'd rather not." With his other hand, Lucius took out his own wand. "This just got way too interesting for me to back out now, don't you think?"

"No!" You silently begged for someone to come rushing, preferably McGonagall. Why is it that she always arrived on the scene when the marauders were pranking someone, but now there's not a trace of her?

Sirius grinned. "You should be careful Malfoy, too much talk can make your hair fall out. There's a fine line between white, sleek, elegant hair and white grandpa hair."

Typical of Sirius to insult hair because he was very fond of his own, but hey it worked. Lucius opened his mouth to hurl a curse and you took out your own wand, pointed it straight at his and yelled, "Expelliarmus!"

His wand skittered across the floor, right next to Sirius's feet. Sirius looked more than just impressed. He looked awed.

"You disgusting little-," okay, maybe Lucius wasn't impressed. Before you knew what you were doing, you bit his hand, and he howled in pain before finally letting you free.

"Animals! Disgusting little animals!" He shrieked.

"Don't be so quick to say that." Sirius shrugged, watching the scene like it's Christmas. "Didn't Narcissa, my lovely cousin, once say you absolutely fainted when you saw a ferret on one of your dates? Ferrets bite too, don't they? Or is it just Y/N who you're scared of?"

Lucius lunged at him, throwing a punch right at his nose. You rushed over, but Malfoy was already gone, picking up his wand and his last shred of dignity.

"Sirius!" You called out, trying to lower his hands from his nose to see the damage, but he didn't let you.

"I'm fine! Completely fine!" He said in a high-pitched voice. "But I do believe it's been too long since we've seen Madame Pomfrey. Shall we go visit her with well wishes and a bloody nose?"

You laughed in relief, glad that you didn't have to force him to do the same. "Yeah, let's go."

"And afterwards, you will help me plan to pull a brilliant prank on Malfoy." He continued, walking beside you. "As a compensation for breaking my beautiful nose."

I didn't need help. I wasn't the one who punched you. You were stupid to keep insulting him. You wanted to say this and more, or keep bantering with him just to laugh, but you couldn't, not while he looked bloody and a bit tired.

You smiled against your will, and said, "Deal. But first, Madame Pomfrey awaits."