Cliché Harry Potter Imagines

#7 Remus~Okay

You pick at your breakfast, staring off into the distance. Your mind is empty, but you still don't notice your friends talking to you until your boyfriend kisses your temple. "You okay, (Y/N/N)?"

"Hm?" you nod. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

You can tell that he doesn't believe you, but he decides not to press the issue any further, hoping that you'll tell him eventually.

After the conversation ends, Remus asks to talk to you outside for a bit.

"(Y/N), I know you're not okay."

You shake your head. "No, no. I'm fine. Just tired."

"No one's here. You can tell me." He wraps his arms around you. "I want to help you."

You shrug him off. "I'm fine! Okay!"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too."

He kisses the top of your head. "I mean it."

~~~

You took the day off from class. Everything just felt like too much. You sit next to a window in the Gryffindor tower. Tears roll down your face as you watch the tree branches move with the wind. The sounds of your classmates in the halls signals that class has ended. Knowing that everyone will head straight to the dining hall, you decide to stay where you are.

That is until you hear the Fat Lady's portrait swing open.

You quickly wipe the tears from under your eyes and bury your face in a textbook.

"(Y/N)?"

Shit. You recognize the voice immediately.

"Baby?

"Yeah?" you call back, your voice cracking.

Remus cautiously approaches you. "(Y/N)?" He sits next to you. "Are you okay?"

You nod. "Yeah. I'm fine."

He frowns. "You don't have to lie. I love you, and you can tell me anything."

You open your mouth to tell him what is bothering you, but you can't seem to form coherent sentences. Instead, you start sobbing and bury your head in his chest. Remus kisses the top of your head and pulls you closer. "Let's go lay down, okay, love?"

You nod, and he picks you up, carrying you to his room.

~~~

By the time you have calmed down, the marauders have gathered around you. In the short time, they have known you, you have become like a sibling to them.

Remus sits with you on his lap; Sirius is at the foot of the bed, telling you about Peter spilling every ingredient in the potions lab all over himself. Peter, who did try to help you, is asleep on his bed. James is playing "how many things can I stack on Peter before he wakes up".

"Thank you," you whisper.

The three of them smile and gather around you.

"Of course, (Y/N)," James says, taking the spot in front of you.

Sirius sits to your side and wraps his arm around you. "You're one of us. We can't function if even one of us isn't at their best."

Remus kisses the top of your head. "Just tell us next time, baby. Okay?"

"Okay."