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For months, Sirius has been opening the door whenever Snivellus has knocked, and he doesn't know why. He hates it. Hates him. He tells himself that any warm body in his bed is better than a night alone, even if there's really only one person he's ever wanted to spend the nights with. Determined to end it, he tells Snape to stop coming around. Determined to keep it going, Snape offers secrets from the other side to "pay" for Sirius's services.
Some moments just aren't making sense to Sirius. Most notably, why is it that he's incapable of saying no? And what happens when he ends up on Remus's doorstep one evening after a particularly brutal encounter?
And can Regulus really help them end the war? -
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Sirius had long heard the stories of witches in the woods, dancing around under the full moons and chanting their pagan rituals. But he'd never put any stock in them, magic wasn't real after all.
But then one summer solstice night he follows a pretty man into the depths of the woods. Firelight and song surrounding them. Arcane energy that shifts under his skin and alters everything he thought he knew about the world and himself.
But how was he to know what would happen? Remus was just a handsome man from the village with some fanciful ideas about nature gods and their magics. He'd follow along with it, entertain his silliness. What was the worst that could happen?
Sirius stumbles across a coven in the woods performing blood magic fertility rituals and finds himself right in the middle of it, overcome by the powerful magic, unable to hold back as it brings all his darkest desires to the surface and he gives himself over to it all.
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“I was,” Remus corrected, hitting each syllable like a nail. “Past tense. Whatever you’re trying to say about me, about us, that ended tonight.” The hand on the curtain tightened. “As of now, you and I are nothing.”
The silence that followed didn’t feel empty. It felt total. Sirius’s grip loosened. The fabric slid a few centimetres through his fingers before he caught it again, but there was no strength behind it now. The fight went out of his arms as if someone had reached inside and flipped a switch.
“But… I love you,” he said.
It came out small. For a boy who’d always worn confidence like a cloak, the words were shockingly bare. No flair, no bravado. Just a cracked confession, a final offering held out with shaking hands.
“You don’t do this to someone you love.”
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Or after the prank, nothing is the same between the Marauders anymore: Regulus is ready to blow everything up for having left his brother in what are clearly the wrong hands (Evan and Barty in tow), Remus is a wreck, and Sirius is going down with him.
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/ˈdɑpəlˌɡɛŋəɹ/ · noun. a person who is almost identical to another.
almost being the operative word.
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Walburga has had it with the Heir Apparent, and forces Regulus to drink Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Sirius at Hogwarts. How hard could it be to impersonate Sirius Black, the most obnoxious brother known to man?
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Burning Bridges, Burning Boys by Mischief_x_Managed
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
30 Jun 2025
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Sirius Black opened his mouth, and a boy almost died. Now the castle is silent, his friends are gone, and all that’s left is guilt curling in his chest like rot.
Trapped at Hogwarts over the holidays, Sirius unravels. Haunted by what he did, by what it means, and by the growing fear that maybe he isn’t so different from the family he tried to leave behind.
Bookmarked by rachahcha
27 May 2025
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chapter 11
maurauders find out sirius has been withdrawn from that term.
no one has heard from him
regulus is frustrated
sirius getting measrred for robes, acturus hit his head
orion meets sirius at hospital
i love this