ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, loosely inspired by Possibility by Likke Liwarning(s): heartbreak. not a happy ending ish. not proofread

There's a possibility

There's a possibility

All that I had was all I gon' get

Mm

"Indeed, I am aware that in the Wizarding World, poetry does not have much of an impact on the minds of its individuals. However, I am not from the Wizarding World." Mrs. Greenbriar said with a small smile. "I'd like a poem, heartfelt and meaningful. Make it good, please. I'm interested to see what you guys can come up with."

Y/n looked down silently at her paper, studying the small doodle of an owl on her piece of parchment. She shook her head and let out a soft sigh as she thought about the assignment.

'A poem?' Y/n thought. 'How in the world do I write a poem?'

"Now." The professor continued. "I'm sure you're probably thinking, how on Earth do I write a poem? Well it's really quite simple. Sit and think for a second. Think of your happiest memory."

Y/n's mind filled with laughter as she remembered that day she spent with him. He grabbed tightly onto her waist, spinning her around in fast circles as she shrieked and clutched onto him tightly. He put her down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, locking in their fate as lovers.

"I love you." He had whispered.

"What comes to mind? Christmas morning? First kiss? Whatever it is, you can make a poem about it. Now, think of your saddest moment. The moment where you felt like the world might just be ending."

"Wait, what?" She asked, her mind in a fog.

He scrunched his brows, unbearable pain written across his features, "We need to break up."

She shook my head, a nervous laugh falling from her lips. "No, you just- but we-"

"Y/n, please." He pleaded, tears in his eyes.

Her eyes stung as her vision blurred, "You can't do this." She whispered and a tear slid down his cheek.

"I have to." He whispered back, and walked away.

Professor Greenbriars voice had softened, "Whatever you just thought of, make a poem out of it. Poetry is derived from emotion. It's the key ingredient."

The bell chimed and immediately students shoved their parchment and quills into their bags. Y/n sat still, her mind blank as she fought back tears. She had done so well pushing that night to the farthest corner of her mind, bottled up in a glass of obsidian.

"Remember, my dear students, no poem is a bad poem. They all have meaning."

There's a possibility

There's a possibility

All I gon' get is gone with your stare

All I gon' get is gone with your stare

"Are you working on the poem Professor Greenbriar assigned?" Marlene asked as she sat down at the table Y/n and Lily sat at, scribbling away on their parchment.

Lily glanced up, "Do be quiet, we are in the library."

Y/n smiled and looked up from her paper, "And yes, we are working on the poems."