Living with the Marauders (Remus Lupin x Reader) [Book 1] {COMPLETED}

BONUS CHAPTER : The Gryffindor's Souls (PART 2)

Step 4. The wait for a storm may take weeks, months or even years. During this time, the crystal phial should remain completely undisturbed and untouched by sunlight. Contamination by sunlight gives rise to the worst mutations. Resist the temptation to look at your potion until lightning occurs. If you continue to repeat your incantation at sunrise and sunset there will come a time when, with the touch of the wand-tip to the chest, a second heartbeat may be sensed, sometimes more powerful than the first, sometimes less so. Nothing should be changed. The incantation should be uttered without fail at the correct times, never omitting a single occasion.

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"You," said Snape, his beady little eyes fixed on James in an expression of utmost loathing. "You're up to something."

They were standing in the narrow hall outside the Potions classroom. Twenty minutes before, James, Sirius, (y/n) and Peter had run out of Professor Slughorn's lesson, making it to a quiet classroom just before the sun set. Slughorn had only looked at them bemusedly; he was fond of all of them except Peter, who had no talent for potions, and Sirius commented that he probably didn't care where they were going as long as they made it to the next Slug Club meeting.

Remus, bent over his cauldron, watched them leave, his eyebrows creased, but said nothing.

They had performed the incantation, which, by now, James was sure he could have said in his sleep. Amato animo animato animagus! As always, nothing happened. As always, (y/n) couldn't suppress a slight shiver at the thought that they might have been doing it wrong this whole time.

Then they had emerged to find Snape, his greasy hair trailing over his shoulders, stabbing a stubby finger at them as though they had just admitted to slipping toothpaste into his breakfast tea.

"Maybe nobody else has seen it, but I have," declared Snape. (y/n) hadn't thought it possible, but Snape's eyes narrowed even more. "You've been acting weird - not weird; bizarre, even by your usual standards - for months. You're planning something. I'm going to find out what it is."

"The only thing we've been planning," said Sirius, "is how best to get that stupid nose of yours to a Muggle surgeon, Snivellus."

"I see someone's been paying attention in Muggle Studies," Snape said. "Wilkes was telling me about how he used to come around to your house before Hogwarts. How your mum used to beg him and Mulciber to keep you company. How you were dirty little Blood-Traitors even then."

Twin spots of scarlet were blossoming on Sirius and (y/n)'s cheeks. James knew the memories of the letters they'd received from their mother were still fresh. James hadn't read them - he'd watched the pair set fire to them only minutes after receiving them - but he thought he had a pretty good idea of what they had said.

Sirius withdrew his wand from his pocket. Snape copied his motion.

"At least we know what we are," (y/n) hissed behind Sirius. "At least I'm proud of it. Not like you, Snivellus. Do all those blood purists you hang out with know you're only a Half-Blood? Did you tell them about your dad yet? I suppose they all think your mum couldn't do any better for herself, what with that great honking nose on her. Mind you, I suppose she didn't realize your dad would make it worse - must have a few hag ancestors; all you need is to look at you -"

"Don't you dare," said Snape. His voice had gone cool and dangerous. "Don't you dare -"

He and Sirius cast their curses at the same time. Peter ducked, covering his head with his hands. James whipped out his own wand and pointed it at Snape, but it was already too late; they were already fighting in earnest, and there were too many flying spells for him to aim safely.