" Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence "
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It's easy for someone who is confident with themselves to ask why you couldn't just walk out in public in that low-cut top, or those denim shorts. It's easy for them to question why you won't take their compliments when they dish them out, but automatically agree when anyone puts you down.
It's hard for you to explain why, when someone says you look beautiful, you disagree, or smile, but inside you are telling yourself that they don't mean what they're saying.
It's hard, when thousands of toxic thoughts float around your head, waiting for their chance to put you down, or make you cry.
And it's even harder to hide it from friends. Especially when they pop up out of nowhere unannounced, and catch you in the act of crying over how much you hate yourself.
"Y/n! Y/n, you weren't in Potions and I- " The black haired boy entered your dorm room suddenly, skidding across the floor and making you jump as you quickly try to wipe your tears away. "-why are you crying?"
Too late. He'd already seen.
"I'm not crying," you said pathetically, knowing he wouldn't believe you. Sirius frowned, "Then what are those tears doing on your face?" "Um... allergies?" "Try again. "Look Sirius, it's nothing, okay?" You sighed, wiping the remaining tears away from your cheeks and pulling the duvet up over your body.
"It's not nothing if you're sad. Why are you sad?" Sirius sat down on the bed beside you, tilting his head to one side. "I'm not sad, I'm... frustrated." "And why are you frustrated?"
"Because!" You suddenly snapped, a couple more tears dropping down your cheek as you spoke, "Well because... because I hate myself and I can't help it okay!"
The silence in the room made you wince. You'd never known the Gryffindor boy to be so quiet for so long. "Wait what?"
"You heard me. Don't make me repeat it again," you mumbled, hiding your face away from his view. Sirius gently stroked his thumb down across your cheek, wiping your tears away as he moved to your jaw, turning your head back to face him.
"How could you hate yourself?" He asked incredulously, "You're perfect!"
"It's easy really. Your brain makes a list of everything it doesn't like about you, and then constantly reminds you all day every day, until it gets so bad you find yourself wishing for the sweet release of death," you state monotonously.
Sirius blinks, pausing for a moment before answering, "I didn't know you felt like this." You swallowed, glancing up at the concerned boy, "How could you? I hide it well. The only reason I said anything today was because you wouldn't have left me alone until you found out the reason I was crying."
"I just don't understand why you would feel that way about yourself."
"Yeah well you wouldn't would you?" You looked down and started twiddling your thumbs around, "Y-You don't hate yourself. You don't wake up wishing you looked different, wishing you could change this and that, or w-wishing you were someone else. You're handsome, and you know it. You get validation every single day from everyone around you. They all adore you - of course you don't understand."
There was more silence, a smothering silence rather than comforting, and you wished you hadn't said anything at all.
"I want to help you." You snort, "Good luck with that, I've been trying for years." "C'mon, please? I'm not really sure how to go about this, but I mean if I tell you some things I like about you, do you think that may help a little?"
You didn't answer. It was a sweet gesture, and you didn't want to tell him that it probably wouldn't work.
"Fine, I'll take your stoic silence as a yes please Sirius. I like your smile, not that fake one you do when you're pretending you're happy, that real genuine one that reaches your eyes and makes them sparkle - oh! That's another thing, I like your eyes too! - and I don't know about you, but I also love how you're not afraid to stand up for yourself or your friends. I love it when you're really focused on something - like homework or whatever - you look so cute all concentrat-y and... yeah! You're one of the most selfless people I have ever met, and you always put others before you. You're forever helping me! And, let's not forget, you are absolutely gorgeous, you drive me insane just by existing - I hope you know that. Di-Did that help?"
"Marginally."
"How didn't that help? I told you so much about what I love about you - which is everything by the way!" Sirius looked so genuinely confused that your heart melted. "Look, I appreciate you trying for me Sirius, I really truly do. It's just... I have this habit of assuming that whenever someone says something nice about me, they're either pitying me or lying. I find it hard to believe that someone could see me in a way other than I see myself. It's hard to explain, you probably think I'm crazy now as well"
You laugh humourlessly, turning away from his gaze once again, until you feel a pair of arms wrapping around you. Your cheeks heat up as you feel Sirius' warm breath hitting your neck.
"W-What are you doing?" "I'm cuddling you," the dark haired boy stated, trying to move even closer to you. "Why?"
"If you don't believe words then maybe you'll believe actions. I'm cuddling you now, and every single day I'm going to show you how much I care about you. You deserve to be loved Y/n. You deserve to be loved by yourself. I hate that you feel this way, because I can't see anything other than a beautiful girl who seems a little broken. But I'm going to help you if it's the last thing I do. I love you Y/n, and I'm not going to stop until you love yourself too."
