ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, after everyone they loved was gone, they needed each other but he was too scared (i'm not very good at these)warning(s): angst, blood, sad, murder, the usual

"Remus, it's a full moon tonight, you can't go. We can't risk that." I persisted, staring holes into the back of the boy's head.

He turned around angrily, "Why does it even matter, Y/n?" He yelled, and a drop of spit flew from his lips. "After everything that's happened, you're gonna stop me from going to that traitors trial?"

"If you're gonna act like this, yes! I am going to stop you." I yelled back, taking a step towards him as my voice softened. "And we don't know if Sirius was framed or not, he's our best friend. Do you really think he'd do something like this?"

Remus shook his head, his shoulders dropping, "I think it doesn't matter, because James and Lily are dead. And Peter! Someone needs to be punished for it, and all the signs point to him."

I frowned, "I don't think he did it."

"Well, you think wrong." Remus said, turning back around and walking out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

"Remus, I swear to Merlin, if you apparate to the Ministry-" I was cut off by the loud cracking noise of apparition. He didn't even grab his coat.

"Fancy seeing you here." I said coolly as I sat next to Remus. He shook his head, anger radiating from his skin.

"You're ridiculous." He muttered and I scoffed.

"There's no way you're taking your frustration out on me, right now." I flashed a smile at a woman I recognized from Hogwarts, she smiled back sadly. I focused in on the middle of the room, where an empty cage was being rolled out.

"I can't even talk to you. You're so annoying." Remus stood up but was stopped as a new cage was rolled in. I gently pulled him back down as we stared at Sirius. He was caged and muzzled like a dog.

Remus squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back. Sirius' clothes were torn, his usual fancy jacket he stole from his mother covered in dirt and blood. He looked around the room frantically, eyes wide and tears streaming down his cheeks. He made eye contact with me and placed his hands on the bars, silently begging me to believe that he didn't do this, he could never.

I gave him a look of worry as the Minister cleared his throat, "Sirius Black, son of Orion and Walburga Black, you are here today under the accusation of working with He Who Must Not Be Named and the murder of twelve muggles, one witch, Lily Potter, and two wizards, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. How do you plead?"

The moment the muzzle was off his mouth he answered hastily. "Not guilty!" Sirius screamed, his voice shaky and broken. He shook in his cage, "I didn't do it, please! I would never hurt my frie-"

"Silence!" Crouch demanded, holding his hand up, his ring glinted in the candlelight. "We need not hear more." He scribbled on a piece of parchment and handed it to the boy standing next to him. The boy studied the paper.

He nodded, "Of course, sir." He left the room quickly.

There were quiet whispers floating around the room, speculating what the young boy could possibly be searching for.

"Now, because there seems to be a lack of witnesses, which I am sure is just how you wanted it to be, unfortunately we cannot blindly believe that you are innocent." The boy came back into the room, holding a small vial of clear liquid.