Harry Potter X Reader One Shots/Smut(EDITED)

Sirius Black x Reader

Rain pounded against the old window in your dorm room, it was around two in the morning or it was the last time you checked. You had been sat in the same place since the feast in the great hall had finished. There wasn't a particular reason for it, but you had found yourself sadder than usual. Your heart had felt out of place since you had returned to Hogwarts, it was quite an unusual feeling.

Time at home wasn't amazing at all, in fact, it was quite traumatising, to say the least. Most of your time was spent pacing around your room, deep in thought. Not by choice, but by your parents' demand. You weren't to leave your room outside of mealtimes or to attend some sort of family event. Normally you would only return home during the holidays out of duty, your family's duty to be perfect, to be pure.

You pulled your legs closer to you, resting your head on your knees as you let another wave of sadness flood your thoughts. Out of everything you missed your little sister, she had been placed in Hufflepuff, much to your family's disgust. They were glad it wasn't Slytherin, but you had been forbidden from talking with her. You had barely seen her during your stay at home, except from when your parents had her down to eat a small dinner.

She was skin and bone, with dark circles under her eyes. You noticed her flinching whenever she got too close to someone. When you returned, you had to sit far away from her on the train. Though you had tried to show that you didn't want to, you still noticed the tears that had dried on her cheeks during the sorting ceremony. As well as the looks her friends were giving you.

A shudder ran through you, your gaze wandered from the rain outside to your red and gold embroidered bed sheets. Your black cat was curled up in a ball on the comfortable mattress, sleeping soundly like the world was a cakewalk. 'I wish I was a cat...' You shifted once again to the window, the wind whistled against the glass. It was peaceful in the most chaotic of ways.

Finally deciding to stand up, you through on your house jumper and crept down the stairs to the common room. The Gryffindor common room was always peaceful at night, with the exception of the Marauders' birthday parties or whenever your house had won something. Walking over to one of the many comfortable seats, you flopped down on an old worn red recliner near the fire. Staring into the red flames, you felt warmth radiate through your cold form. A small part of you hoped the feeling would remove the sadness right from you.

Your mind began to wander as you stared into the flickering fire, watching as it licked the wood into soot. Being a fourth year, you learned a lot about your house and how everyone seemed to act. None of it had really made sense compared to your home life. If anything, your family acted like strict Slytherins, as if blood purity were all that mattered. All they dreamed of was a world where everyone had been sorted into Gryffindor, so they would all hold the same opinions, the same family traditions, and the same bravery.

You weren't very Gryffindor-esk, you weren't anything like James Potter or his friends. Though they were all different, they all screamed house pride. They were pranksters, brilliant-minded, brave individuals in their own ways. From what you had heard, they had been that way since first year, you had only heard tales of their first prank as you were in the year below. You knew Sirius Black had a brother in your year, a Slytherin, you weren't too certain of their relationship.

Footsteps caught your attention, multiple pairs of them. The echoing sound came from the stairs to the boy's dormitory. As if fate had forced it, one by one, the Marauders' appeared in the common room and headed towards the fire. None of them had seemed to notice you, all of them were too busy talking to one another in hushed voices.

Once they sat down, Remus Lupin, a tall lanky boy whose hair always seemed to be growing out, had sat across from you in the opposite recliner. With his eyes closed, he moved his hand to his head, leaning back in the seat. Ruffling the small amount of brown hair that sprouted from his head before opening his eyes to look down. His face paled as his brown eyes met yours, amazed at how his friends were yet to notice him.