#de future scenes

once upon a time a nonny submitted a prompt and here we are seven mnths later lmao. (sorry!!! i’m so sorry!!!)

i’m trying to get back into writing like i used to, and it’s tough going. it’s like... riding down a bumpy road with constant stopping, blegh. so i’m hoping doing some prompts will help ease the way??

that being said, you guys mind helping and throwing a few prompts my way? maybe get the ball rolling, warm up my inspiration and the old writing fingers

note: takes place in domino effect, during seventh year

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Sirius in the library was an unusual sight on its own. MadamPince had a sixth sense when it came to the Gryffindor’s presence in her domainand knew from experience that more often than not the boy came to stir trouble,not the mind, and was swift to kick him out at the first sign of mischief.

Today, however, was one of those rare instances that hisnose was buried in a book. It didn’t stop Madam Pince from lingering close tokeep a watchful eye on the seventh year, unsubtle in her spying through the cracksof the bookcase across the table where Sirius had settled at.

Kagome couldn’t help herself as she strolled by and saw itherself. “Afternoon, Madam Pince!” she said, softly enough that she couldn’tget kicked out for it, but loud enough for whatever cover she was aiming forwas busted.

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akskdhfgskshd, g o d do not tempt me like this nonny

It took a while for it to really set in, the fact that Voldemort was finally, finally, dead.

She had spent her whole life working to reach this moment, and often doubted she’d actually fulfill Harry’s desperate wish. 

But Voldemort was dead. Dead as a doornail, dead. Still.

Under the cover of an invisibility spell, Kagome slipped out of the Great Hall.

Just one more time, she told herself, she needed to see one last time and then finally, she could put this, him, all behind her and move on to live her life with her family, friends, and the love of her life in peace.

Just one more… 

Kagome faltered upon the sound of urgent whispers, for one moment afraid that the battle wasn’t over, that someone had gotten past the guard to reach Voldemort’s body… She hastened her steps, rounding the corner into the southern courtyard, slipping behind a column with her wand already summoned in hand.

What she saw nearly made her drop it.

“Sweet Merlin, Padfoot, have you been holding it in just for this? I swear you must’ve pissed out bloody gallon by now.”

Kagome couldn’t help the strangled sound that escaped her, the noise causing both her brother and Sirius’ heads to whip around and freeze at the sight of her. For a long moment no one moved, Kagome clutching at the column, James standing a cautious few feet away from Voldemort’s body – just as she left it save for a few… noteable additions – and last but not least, a large black dog standing above said body, it’s left hind leg still lifted up in the air.

Then, slowly, after one last jiggle and a quick second burst of stream of suspicious yellow liquid falling onto the Dark Lord’s body – may he never, never rest in peace – the dog lowered his leg.

All the air in Kagome’s lungs swept out of her in one gusty breath.

“Guys, what the fuck.”

James took two wide steps back from both the corpse and Kagome, levelling an accusing finger at the dog now panting happily. “It was his idea.”

Padding away from the corpse towards her, Sirius released his transformation, grinning broadly as if she hadn’t just witnessed him lifting his leg to piss on Voldemort’s dead body. “Hey, hey, you want a go?”

Kagome stared at him as if he’d gone insane, ignoring her brother’s hastily smothered snigger. “No, of course I don’t want to take a piss on Voldemort’s bloody corpse.”

Sirius wasn’t perturbed. “Was that a bit of hesitation I hear? Don’t worry, love, we can turn around if it’s being watched you’re worried about.”

She sputtered, stopped herself, and then decided it was best to ignore him as well. Taking a deep breath, she had to tell herself it… probably wasn’t the best thing to laugh right then. If she laughed, then Sirius wouldn’t believe that what he was doing was totally wrong. Which it was!

Maybe, just maybe it was kind of funny, but! Merlin, the trouble they would be in if someone walked in on them right now. “Where’s Frank?” she asked instead once she’d gotten herself under control.

Sirius’ grin widened, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “Offered him to take over so he could have a break.”

Kagome looked between him and James, who was now grinning himself. She didn’t believe him for even a second. “He’s not that gullible.” Frank grew up with them, for Merlin’s sake.

“He’d be a poor auror if he were,” James agreed, chuckling. “Which is why we’re gonna have to pick up an extra bottle of good old Ogden’s on our next liquor run.”

Kagome threw her hands up in the air. “Fine, fine!” She gave up. They covered their tracks, at least. She couldn’t really ask, never mind expect, for more than that. And  as far as the list of insane things they’ve done so far went, this… really didn’t even rank up in the top five. “But I swear Sirius, if I get asked why Voldemort reeks of dog piss…”

sixth year, de verse

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The Common Room was quiet, as it always was at this time ofnight with the clock having ticked past midnight long ago, nothing but thefaint crackling of the fireplace burning, the rustle of turning pages, and the murmuringof whispers to fill the void.

Across the fireplace lounged two figures – one tucked in thecorner, the other laying between the former’s legs, head resting back against theirstomach, cushioned by the thick layer of an over-sized soft cable-knit jumper.

A contented sigh from below broke one Kagome Potter’sconcentration as she was reading. Slipping a thumb to mark her place in herbook, she shut it and moved it aside to look down to find Remus’ face staringback at her, so to speak. His eyes had fallen shut, head tipped back under theattention of her free hand running fingers through his hair, and his own bookresting by his side, abandoned. He was practically boneless now as he dozedagainst her.

It was a far cry from the hours earlier, when his body was heldas tense as a string pulled tight and about to snap from the constant rollingwaves of pain that washed over him, before she finally opened her arms andbeckoned him over for a cuddle while they did some light reading.

He would have to go to Madam Pomfrey in the morning, nodoubt; the approaching full moon was taking a heavier toll on him than usualfor some reason, and she could only help so much. And it wasn’t as if theprofessors would allow Remus to snuggle with her during lesson, in any case.

“Remus?” she gently called, “Feeling better now?”

Remus turned his head, burying his nose into her jumper. Hetook in a deep breath and seemed to melt against her. “Helping.” He gave asleepy murmur. “You always do. Thank you, for this.”

“Anytime,” Kagome smiled softly, a touch of wryness to thecurl of her lips as she continued to card her fingers through Remus’ sandyhair. “You know I don’t mind. I’ve always had a soft spot for dogs, after all.”

Below her, Remus snorted. His eyes cracked open, warm amberstaring up at her in amusement, a brow rising just a tick. “Truly?” A small,quiet chuckle fell from his lips. “That would certainly explain Padfoot.”

Kagome scoffed, ruffling Remus’s hair as she looked away tohide the flush dusting her cheeks at the mention of her best friend nowboyfriend. “Very funny,” she muttered under her breath.

“Set yourself up for that one, you did,” Remus teased, but was kind enough to leave it there. Were it her brother, she had no doubt there’d bejokes about how Sirius had been barking up her tree and wagging his tail forher and what not. Instead, Remus only let out a small, considering hum. “It’s a wonder youranimagus form isn’t one, now that I think about it.”

“Avada Ke—“

“Crucio.”

Remus cracked his eyes open just in time to see the green bead of light at the tip Dolohov’s wand die out as it flew up into the air, its owner falling to his knees, back arching sharply as he dropped to the ground writhing from the agony of the Unforgiveable cast upon him.

The sound of crunching footsteps in the snow drew Remus’ gaze up to his savior as they approached their target; the air in his lungs left his body in one fell swoop as he locked eyes with a brilliant blazing blue.

The screams of Dolohov continued to rise between them.

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