Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Fireplace

Y/N's POV

For days, my dreams had been restless, filled with fragmented memories and flashes of faces I barely recognized—my parents, and always somewhere in the background...Sirius Black. Every time I closed my eyes, something would spark, an image or sound, and I'd wake with a pounding heart, the memory slipping away like smoke before I could grasp it.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important, some buried truth waiting for me. But how was Sirius connected to my family? The questions weighed on me like a shadow I couldn't escape, and I'd become more distant, my mind drifting during lessons and at meals, completely preoccupied with unraveling the past.

One evening, Harry noticed me staring into the fire in the Gryffindor common room, lost in thought. He took the seat beside me, a look of concern flashing across his face.

"You've been quiet lately," he said, his voice soft. "Are you...thinking about Sirius Black?"

I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the dancing flames. "It's strange, Harry. I don't know why, but I feel like he has something to do with my family. It doesn't make any sense, but I can't ignore it."

Harry was silent for a moment, his expression serious. "I get it. Believe me. I just got something that might help us both understand our parents a bit better."

With a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he pulled out a worn, folded piece of parchment from his pocket and spread it across the table between us. The Marauder's Map. I could see tiny ink dots moving on the page, labeled with names I knew and didn't know, walking the halls of Hogwarts.

"Harry... what is this?" I whispered, completely captivated.

"It's called the Marauder's Map," he explained. "It shows everyone in the castle, where they are, and where they're going. It was created by my dad and...Sirius."

My heart jumped at the mention of Sirius, and we spent hours pouring over the map, watching the names as they moved across the castle grounds. Harry told me about his parents and the other Marauders—Lupin, Wormtail, and, of course, Sirius. It was strange, almost surreal, to learn about their mischievous years at Hogwarts. I could feel the connection growing between Harry and me, this shared bond of family mystery.

Then, just as we were getting lost in another story, a faint, magical shimmer appeared in front of me, and a small letter dropped into my lap. Harry and I exchanged a glance as I unfolded it with slightly trembling fingers.

"Meet me by the Gryffindor fireplace tonight," it read in scrawled ink. It was signed, simply, "S."

Harry's eyes widened. "That has to be from Sirius. Y/N... you're going to go, right?"

I nodded, a sense of both fear and excitement rushing through me. This might be the chance I'd been waiting for.

Later that Night

I waited until the common room had emptied, and only Harry and I remained. We stood by the fireplace, the flames casting eerie shadows across the room. Suddenly, the fire flickered strangely, and the flames parted, revealing a man's face—the wild eyes, gaunt face, and tangled hair unmistakably marking him as Sirius Black.

"Harry," he said, his voice a low, rough whisper that echoed through the silence of the room. "And...Y/N."

I froze, barely breathing, my heart pounding as I saw his face, a mixture of sorrow and desperation in his eyes. "Sirius," I whispered.

"Listen to me carefully," he said, his gaze darting between us. "They're lying about me. I never betrayed Lily and James." His eyes lingered on Harry, then flicked to me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "There's more you both need to know, but there's not much time. Y/N, your family...they were close to mine. There's more I need to tell you, but not like this."

I exchanged a quick glance with Harry, who looked as shocked and bewildered as I felt.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"There are connections to your parents, Y/N, ones that even you don't know," he said, his tone filled with urgency. "Harry... they lied to you about me." He glanced around, as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. "Listen, you need to find Peter Pettigrew. He's...alive."

The fire flared, and his face began to waver, but he managed to say one last thing before disappearing, his words lingering in the air like smoke.

"I'll come back, Y/N. And Harry...don't believe everything you're told."

And with that, the flames roared back to life, swallowing his face and leaving Harry and me staring at each other, stunned and silent.

Harry's POV

I didn't know what to say. Sirius Black—the man I'd been raised to fear—had just spoken to us, and everything I thought I knew about him felt like it was falling apart. How could he not be responsible for my parents' death? And Peter Pettigrew...alive?

I turned to Y/N, who looked as shaken as I felt, but there was something else in her expression—hope. Like Sirius's words had unlocked something for her.

"This changes everything, doesn't it?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of wonder and confusion.

"Yeah, it does," I replied. There was so much we didn't know, and this mystery was only growing. But as I looked at Y/N, I felt a strange sense of determination. We had to get to the bottom of this.

Y/N's POV

That night, I couldn't sleep. Sirius's words played over and over in my mind. Somehow, my family was connected to him, and I couldn't shake the feeling that uncovering the truth was the key to understanding who I really was.

And so, as dawn broke over the castle, I made a promise to myself: I would uncover the truth, no matter where it led.