Okay, that may be an absurd request. But isn't that what fan fiction is for after all?!
Tom Riddle / Voldemort's daughter!reader and Sirius balck. I need a violent(!) love-hate relationship. (A spoiler for you about my current love life:))
If it's okay for you to write, I'd love to read from you.
And if possible, I would prefer Sirius who graduated from Hogwarts, maybe never sent to Azkaban or just released. It is a pleasure to read a little in adulthood.
Thank you very much in advance đ¤đ¤đ¤
Hi! I hope your love life is going better (And seriously, if you need someone to talk to about your current situation, I'm here for you)
Idk how violent love-hate this is. I tried to do an enemies to lovers type of thing? Hopefully you enjoy this â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸
It's set post-war, James and Lily are dead and Sirius is raising Harry w/ Remus.
Blood is(n't) everything
Sirius Black x Riddle!reader
part 2
4.5k words
cw: angst, hurt/comfort, the tiniest bit of fluff, discussion of war, drinking
You knew from the moment you were born that you had Helga Hufflepuffâs blood running through your veins. Your mother was the niece of Hepzihab Smith, who constantly bragged about being a Hufflepuff descendant. You should have been a shoo-in for Hufflepuff when you arrived at Hogwarts. Imagine everyoneâs surprise when you got sorted into Slytherin.Â
I guess blood isnât everything, you mused time and time again.Â
You felt very at home in Slytherin. People seemed to get you. Part of you felt slightly bad that you agreed with the ones that said âBetter than Slytherin than Hufflepuff if you ask me.â Hufflepuff, despite being family, felt soft and you were anything but.Â
Voldemortâs main rise to power occurred while you were in school. You paid attention to who agreed with his beliefs and who didnât. Knowing where peopleâs beliefs and loyalties laid, all while keeping yours close to your chest, allowed you to be on good terms with a wide variety of people.Â
But as Voldemort gained more and more followers, you grew more curious about him. It took a bit of digging and research. You found out when he mightâve attended Hogwarts and from a meticulously careful conversation with Professor Slughorn, you discovered his real name. A name he stopped going by. Tom Riddle.Â
That might not mean anything to any of your peers, but it did to you. Your mother had mentioned your father to you a handful of times, saying how charming he was and how kind he was to visit her aging aunt. Tom Riddle was your father and that made you a descendant of Slytherin, just like he was.Â
Maybe blood is everything.Â
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Years passed and your father fell at the hands of James and Lily Potter. The ministry tried rounding up all of the known Death Eaters. Anyone with the mark would be put away. Lucky for you, you never took the mark. Your name was enough. You hadnât taken part in some of the more heinous activities, but your connection to your fatherâs followers was obvious. You had worked to convince uncertain witches and wizards that blood status meant everything.Â
Now that Voldemort had fallen, you returned to holding your beliefs close to your chest again. You found a job that was able to ignore whatever past you had with the Dark Arts and while some did remember your part in upping Voldemortâs numbers, you were able to move on with your life. For the most part, that is.
âHow the hell did trash like you manage to stay out of Azkaban?â Sirius drawled from behind where you sat at the bar.Â
You clicked your tongue as you looked over your shoulder. You had hoped for a quiet night. A few drinks at the bar and then off to bed. That was your plan.Â
âBlack, lovely. Canât say I know what you mean though.â
âWe all know about your connection to your father.â
âBeing born isnât enough to lock someone up.â
âIt should be,â he sighed, moving closer to the bar to signal the bartender to pour him a drink. âAlthough, you did more than be born.â
âNo one can prove I did anything to be locked up over.â You took a sip of your drink. âSay, how is the Potter boy? You and that half blood are taking care of him now that his mummy and daddy are in the ground?âÂ
Siriusâ face immediately burned. He tipped the bottom of your cup upward so your drink spilled all over your lap. You hummed nonchalantly, waving your hand over yourself to dry your clothes.Â
âClassy, Black. Real classy.â
âYou have no right to talk about the Potters,â he hissed.Â
âAnother one, sir,â you called to the bartender and then turned your gaze back to the man standing next to you. âWhyâs that?â
âYou damn well know why.â
âI mean, technically, they killed my father so me and that boy got something in common, donât we?â
Sirius looked like he was about to punch you. The bartender came to your rescue though, handing you another cocktail and Sirius his shot. He threw it back and immediately asked for another.Â
âBut speaking of families⌠How are Regulus and Walburga? Havenât heard from either recently.â
âRegulus is⌠heâs dead,â Sirius said firmly. âAnd Mother, who the hell knows or cares. Why were you in contact with her?â
âShame about Regulus. I liked âim,â you replied, not answering Siriusâ question.
The answer was actually quite innocent. You had wanted to talk to her about being a well-positioned woman in a noble family and Regulus had connected you.Â
âJust another casualty to blame on your family,â Sirius grumbled, tossing back the second shot.Â
âYou seem to have a lot of thoughts on the matter. Care to sit and talk about it?â you asked, your tone mocking.
You really didnât expect Sirius to sigh and then take the stool next to you. Despite not being vocal about your beliefs in school, you and Sirius never really got along. You were a Slytherin afterall and he hated each and every one in your house, even Regulus. There had been one kiss between the two of you â that game of spin the bottle was the end of your participation in party games. And then after school, you really went your separate ways. So to say that you and Sirius werenât even really acquaintances would be correct.Â
âYou helped tear apart families. Innocent people were killed. Over what? Purifying wizardkind?â he snarked before ordering a whiskey.
A sipping drink, you thought, that means heâs going to sit here.Â
âI donât expect you to understand,â you said. âLoyalty to family and all.â
âPlease, if you really knew my family⌠You wouldâve left too. Actual Slytherin families are far worse than the Hufflepuffs who raised you.â
You shook your head. âFor someone who preaches not judging, you are quick to judge.â
âWhat?â
âNot all Slytherins are the same, which you should know. Iâve heard about Andromeda.â You swirled your drink before taking a slow sip. âBut if you think home was all sunshine and roses, especially after my sorting, youâre well mistaken.âÂ
âSâpose that wouldâve been disappointing for your mum.â
You gave a dry laugh. âA bit, yeah. Even after I reminded her that my dad was in Slytherin.â
Thereâs a few moments of silence between you as you each work on your drink. You are both thinking back to your sortings and the letters from home that followed. Disappointment emanated from each stroke of ink. You werenât where you were supposed to. You managed to stray from your blood â well, you didnât stray from your blood but at the time, you thought you did.Â
âHe wouldnât have been a loving father, you know,â Sirius said.Â
âAnd youâd know that?â
Sirius nodded.Â
âHow do you reckon you and your friend are doing?â you asked, beginning with genuine curiosity. Then a twisted part of you continued, âGoing to throw him to the streets if he doesnât get sorted into Gryffindor?â
Sirius let out a long, deep sigh. You assumed he was regretting sitting down. You didnât need to know Sirius all that well to be able to press his buttons. He was simply that predictable.Â
âHe has so much crimson and gold in his blood-â Sirius started to say, but you cut him off.
âYouâd have me believing that blood doesnât mean shit, though!â
âListen here, you little bitch.â His patience was running thin.
âI will if you commit. Does blood mean everything or not? Because if it does, then your boyâs a Gryffindor and I can be damned for being a Riddle but all those little mudbloods taint wizardkind. If it means nothing, then Iâm innocent and you can be whoever you want to be.â
âYouâre damned because you preached He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Namedâs agenda.â
âIâm damned for worse things,â you said with a wicked grin adorning your lips. âYou know, those things no one can prove were me.â
Suddenly, Sirius whipped his wand out and had it pressed against your throat under your chin. His eyes bore into yours. You showed no fear, your grin only widened.
âWhatâre you going to do? Curse me? Hex me? Kill me?â
âI oughtaâŚâ
âOi! Take it outside!â the bartender yelled.
You smirked, placing a few galleons on the counter.Â
âOn me, Black.â You stood up, Siriusâ wand moving with you. âYou heard the man. This is a respectable business. If you have issues with me, weâll take it outside.â
You turned your back on Sirius and made for the door. You looked back at him. He stood unmoving by the counter where you left him. You rolled your eyes.
âCome on, pretty boy. Or do I need to insult you some more?â
Sirius narrowed his eyes in your direction, but he followed you anyway. Once outside, you led him into an alley.Â
âI feel like youâre going to murder me back hereâŚâ he muttered.Â
You kicked over a crate so that it was a good height for you to sit on. Sirius, however, chose to remain standing. He did lean against the grimy wall with a steady grip on his wand.Â
âIf anyoneâs being murdered out here, itâs me. Trust me, youâre not the only one whoâd like to see me six feet in the ground.âÂ
âIf you really think Iâd kill you, why did you insist I come out here with you?â
âBecause I donât think youâll do it. You donât have it in you. Not in cold blood. If we were dueling, then maybe. But if Iâm sitting here, looking pretty with my wand tucked away, Iâm perfectly safe with you.â
Sirius frowns. He doesnât retort with anything because he knows youâre right. Yes, you were the daughter of the man who killed two of his best friends. Yes, he knew you did horrid things, but you were right that no one could prove you did anything more than preach the inferiority of muggleborns. He couldnât justify killing you.Â
You tilted your head as you viewed Sirius in the alleyâs low lighting.
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre a waste of pureblood?â That genuine curiosity had returned.
âAll the time. Right up there with being told Iâm a disappointment and a stain on the Black name. But, do tell, why do you think Iâm a waste?â
âYou donât seem to want to settle down and have a family.â
That caught Sirius off-guard. He had more-or-less settled down to raise Harry, but besides the little boy and Remus, he didnât have any desire for a family. His hadnât given him that want and he had found that he could live without it.Â
âYouâre pretty. You have good blood in you, whether you acknowledge it or not. I hear plenty of people actually like you. Youâre just like a few moral standards short of being the perfect bachelor.â
âLike you know anything of moral standardsâŚâÂ
You stood up and walked over to Sirius. You stood right in front of him, close enough to feel his whiskey-scented breath. You dragged the backside of your hand down his cheek.Â
âJust because my morals are different than yours doesnât mean mine donât exist.â
âYet you just said mine didnât-â
âNo, I didnât. I said you were short,â you corrected him, cutting him off again. âYou could⌠raise them. Higher standards are what you need. Then youâd surround yourself with better people.â
Sirius gave your shoulders a push to make you step away from him.
âIâm only surrounded by the lowest of the low when Iâm around your kind,â he spat.Â
âThose willing to do anything for their families?âÂ
Sirius didnât give any warning. He slashed his wand, sending you flying backwards into the crate you had been sitting in earlier.
âYou canât preach doing anything and having morals at the same time, sweetheart,â he snarled, slowly approaching where you laid in the splintered wood.
âI disagree,â you groaned. You reached for your wand and a quick wave had flames shooting out of it.
Sirius jumped out of the way, but it gave you a moment to rise to your feet.Â
âSometimes-â You sent more flames out of your wand, causing Sirius to jump out of the way. â-you have set aside-â More flames and he deflected. â-what some consider good so that you can have a moment-â Flames singed the edges of Siriusâ clothing. â-with your absent father.â
âFathers arenât worth it!â He shot a geyser of water in your direction.Â
âThen you havenât properly longed for one.â Enchanted ropes wrapped themselves around Siriusâ feet and he fell to the ground.Â
Another wave of your wand had his being ripped from his hands. You caught it with ease.
âYour little Order didnât teach you to duel all that well, did it?â you cooed as you stood over him. Now with his wand in your hands, the ropes bound his hands as well. âYou should really consider your opponent before you engage, Black.âÂ
Then you sat just out of his reach. You knew better than to sit too close, even with his extremities bound, Sirius could do damage to you.
âYouâre sitting?â
You nodded. âI offered to talk inside and youâre the one bringing magic into it all. Figured maybe you do want to talk, but youâre too hot headed to do so civilly.â You paused before adding thoughtfully, âOrion got that way.â
âIâm nothing like my father,â Sirius snarled.
âOh, donât say nothing. You two are plenty alike. Just⌠aligned differently.â
âThe fuck does that mean?â
âHow do I say this in a way that wonât piss you off more?â You clicked your tongue as you thought, taking your time as if to prove to Sirius that this interaction was now on your time. âYour family likes the cosmos, right? Think of it like this: you each have your north star that you follow. Or youâre both looking for the brightest star but you have different hemispheres.â You tilted your head as you tried to study Siriusâ expression. âIâm sure he thought he was raising you the right way in the same way you think youâre raising the Potter boy the right way.â
âMy father didnât care for me or Regulus.â
âAu contraire, Black. You should know that he absolutely adores Regulus. And as stubborn as you were, he loved you until you got sorted into Gryffindor and made a bigger mess than he could clean up.â
âHow would you know that?â
âOh, did you not know Iâve been for tea for Walburga several times? And Orion likes to have a few after, as you should know.âÂ
âIâm aware⌠Bit weird you had tea with my mother thoughâŚâ
You shrugged. âI needed advice.â
âYou?â Sirius scoffed. âYou needed advice?â
âNever claimed to know it all.â
âYou sure act like it.â
âAnd you act like the most righteous person in the ally, yet you cast the first spell.â
Sirius didnât respond and you didnât continue. You twirled your wand in between your fingers. You could feel Sirius watching your dexterity. You wanted him to be the next one to talk. He clearly had more to say to you, but he remained silent.Â
After a few minutes of nothing, you sighed and waved your wand to unbind Sirius. He rubbed his wrists immediately after. You were surprised that he didnât reach for his wand right away. He did after a few moments and adjusted himself so he was sitting across from you.
âIs it lonely for you?â you asked in a soft voice. âLiving in the aftermath of the war.â
Sirius blinked slowly. Your words sank in slowly.Â
âI⌠I lost a lot of friends, but I wouldnât say Iâm lonely. The survivors, we make do. Weâre there for each other. I have Remus. The Weasleys. Dumbledore when I need him. Mad-Eye Moody is a character. We support each other.â He stared at you. âAre you lonely?â
âDidnât live my life for friends. And the friends I did have? Dead. Apparently all of them. Or Azkaban.â You chuckled softly. âBit sad, innit?â
âYou chose that life.â
âI chose chasing a family who, I shouldâve known this, didnât want me. And I chose protecting myself. Chasing family and being safe shouldnât leave me alone.â
âI chased a family and I protected myself,â Sirius said. âIt was a chosen family, rather than blood. And I protected others in addition to myself. Thatâs how you donât end up alone.â
âYeah, well, itâs too late for me.â You sighed and then looked at Sirius. âYou have your wand. Why donât you get it over with or leave me alone?â
Sirius shook his head. âI donât think you should be alone right now. I disagree with you on so much, but⌠the life of a disappointing family is something Iâm far too familiar with.â
âIf you hadnât put a wand to my throat, Iâd say letâs go back inside and get a drink,â you said dryly.
Then Sirius stood up and extended his hand. âThere are other bars, Smith. Next oneâs on me.â
You found a different bar. The two of you sat, drank and discussed the war and everyone you lost to it. You talked about being disappointed in your fatherâs reaction to your existence and wanting to be worth something to him. Sirius listened, nodding. He got where you were coming from, even if he sorely disagreed with everything Tom Riddle stood for. Sirius loved pissing his family off, being everything they hated, but he knew that life wasnât for everything. Some people needed that feeling of acceptance. Hell, even he did and he found that in the Potters.Â
When the night came to its end, Sirius said, âYou know, you donât have to be quite so lonely.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âSaturday. Hippogriffâs Nest at eight?â
âAre you asking me on a date?â you asked with a sly smile. You knew he wasnât.
âYeah, right,â he said sarcastically. âIâm offering a conversation and some drinks. Between⌠acquaintances?â
âYeah, alright.â Your answer wasnât sarcastic.
Sirius nodded and disapparated. You followed suit after one more drink.
It was the start of a pattern. Every few nights, youâd meet with Sirius to talk about anything and everything. You discussed childhoods and your years at school. Your singular kiss came up briefly, and youâre not sure who wanted to change the subject quicker. Sometimes one of you would go too far with an insult and spells would be exchanged. That was why you rarely visited the same bar twice; you werenât sure if youâd be let back in.Â
Slowly but surely, you felt the acquaintanceship melt into something fonder. You started to consider Sirius as your friend. You personally disliked how you really shouldâve considered him your best friend, given that many of your other friends were people you almost never spoke to anymore.
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âPadfoot, what the bloody hell is this?â Remus demanded as he threw the Daily Prophet down in front of him.
âThatâd be the newspaper, Moony,â Sirius said casually.Â
âWhatâs in the paper?â
Sirius glanced down momentarily. âYou got it open to Skeeterâs gossip section. Thatâs rubbish and you know it.â
âRead it,â Remus hissed.
With a roll of his eyes, Sirius looked down at the paper again. This time reading the headline, âFAMILY TIES?â, and seeing the picture of you and him, both of you looking at each other and moving with an air of affection. Sirius turned bright red and couldnât look at Remus. He hadnât told his cohabitor that he had been meeting with you.
âYou know I wouldnât normally believe anything she writes, but that?â Remus pointed to the picture. âThat is pretty damning, Pads. You know who she is.â
âI do,â Sirius muttered.
âThen tell me what the fuck this is? How do you explain this?âÂ
âItâs a drink. People tend to get them at bars.â
âAnd the picture? You talked to her? At least help some kind of conversation with her? How were they able to get this picture?â
Remus sounded exasperated. As he should, Sirius thought.Â
âSit down, Remus,â he said, trying to maintain his own composure. He wasnât ready to explain everything to his best friend just yet. When Remus took a seat, Sirius continued, âIâm giving her a second chance.â
âShe doesnât deserve one.â
âRemus, listen. Weâve been talking-âÂ
âUgh!âÂ
âI knew youâd react this way. Thatâs why I didnât tell you! I know what sheâs done, what sheâs supported-â
âWho sheâs related to!â Remus exclaimed bitterly.
âWho sheâs related to. But you know she can choose her blood as much as I can.â
âI canât believe youâre defending the Dark Lordâs daughter. Imagine what James would say!â
âHe would question me. Heâd be on your side. Heâd be bloody furious at me. I have every reason to hex her into next millenia. And yet, I canât help it. Iâm giving her a second chance and she has yet to blow it.â
âWhen she blows it, sheâll take you down with her.â
âItâs not a when, Moony. Itâs an if and I donât think she will.âÂ
âItâs your own damn funeral.â
âI know.â
Remus held his head in his hands for a minute, too upset and frustrated to even look at Sirius.Â
âHow long have you been seeing her?â Remus asked the table. Â
âWeâve been getting drinks for a few months now, if thatâs what youâre asking.â
âMonths? Padfoot!â
âLike I said, she hasnât burned me yet.â He paused and chuckled to himself. âWell, sheâs burned my clothes.â
Remusâ head snapped up. âWhat?â
âWeâve dueled. Several times. Sheâs a big fan of fire curses.â
âMerlinâs fucking beard. Youâre drinking with someone whoâs trying to literally burn you?â
âShe tries to burn me, I try to bleed her out,â Sirius said with a shrug.Â
Remus was infuriated with how casual he was acting about it.
âSheâs the bloody daughter of the Dark Lord and youâre⌠youâre⌠youâreâŚâ
âHelping her move on from her past.â
âI canât⌠I canât with you right now.âÂ
Remus got up from the table and walked away. Sirius remained in the kitchen and read the column about you and Sirius. He knew so much of it was exaggerated and misinterpreted. He was certain that you had never leaned in close enough to kiss him that entire night. He rolled his eyes at the article. But he kept looking back at the photo. The photoâs version of him was looking at you with an inexplicably fond gaze. And you were returning it.Â
Had he been looking at you like that? Had you been looking at him like that? Why did he feel like he needed to know?
It gave Sirius something to think about before he saw you again a few days later.Â
You met at the bar, like you usually did. You ordered your drinks. You told him about your day at work. He told you about Harryâs latest neighborhood adventures. It was a normal conversation.Â
Then Sirius cleared his throat.
âDid you see Rita Skeeterâs article?â he asked tentatively.
You shook your head with a frown. âWith a family like mine? No, I tend to avoid the gossip section. Iâm surprised you donât.â
âOh, I usually avoid it. Erm, Remus pointed out an interesting article to me. Itâs all gossip, but still⌠interesting.â
You bit the inside of your cheek and tilted your head. âInteresting how?â
âJust⌠eye-opening, I guess,â Sirius said.
He put some coins on the counter and took your hand. âCome with me.âÂ
You didnât protest despite your confusion. You let Sirius lead you out of the bar and into the alley.
âDecided to finally kill after all?â you teased, thinking back to when Sirius first ran into you.
Instead of answering your question, Sirius slammed you into the wall. It was rougher than he intended, knocking the wind out of you. You tried to reach for your wand, but Sirius grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the wall next to your shoulder.
âI need to try something,â he whispered.Â
He stared into your eyes for a second. Then he brought his lips to yours, barely brushing against them. You could feel him take a shaky breath. His lips pressed against yours with more force. Your body responded before you could get over your shock. You were kissing Sirius with more fervor than he was kissing you. His hand that wasnât holding your wrist gripped your waist and your free hand made its way to his hair.Â
When he pulled back, you made a desperate attempt to recapture his lips, but he moved away from you with his whole body. You stood against the wall as he stepped into the middle of the alley. He ran one hand through his hair and the other down his face.
âFuckâŚâ he whispered to himself.Â
You watched him, confused. First he pulled you out of the bar and into the alley to kiss you and now he was acting like he just messed something up.
âWhat, Black?â you asked, your voice cutting through the darkness. âYou got to talk to me. This ainât Hogwarts.â
âFuckâŚâ he swore again, mostly to himself before turning to you. âIt was better than the one at Hogwarts.â
You didnât respond. You were unsure if you should say anything, because what Sirius just said didnât really answer your question. Why was he so upset?Â
âThe article. Skeeterâs gossip. It was about us. And the article was utter bullshit. But the picture⌠the fucking pictureâŚâ Â
âThe picture made you want to kiss me?â you asked, disbelieving.
âThe way I looked at you in the picture,â he corrected, his voice dropping lower. âI shouldnât look at you like that, butâŚâ
âBut you do?â you asked softly.Â
âYeah, I fucking do. And I shouldnât. Everything says I shouldnât.â
âRight,â you said. You sounded hurt and a bit bitter. Which you had every right to sound. After everything you talked about and how much time you were spending together, you thought Sirius had moved on from some stuff. Apparently not. âSo you look at me. And you kiss me. Yet you want nothing to do with me. I get it, Black, I do. I got Riddle blood and thatâs an end all.â
You didnât wait for him to respond. You just disapparated on the spot to your flat. Sirius stared at where you had been standing. He wasnât done talking to you. He wasnât done processing what he was feeling. And now you were gone.Â
He canât even follow you as he doesnât know where you live. He figures that maybe he could send you an owl. Those birds can find anyone.Â
Sirius disapparated himself, appearing in his kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and decided to drink the whole thing in the solitary of his room. All he wanted was to forget the look of hurt on your face when you said âI get it, Black, I do.â It took him no time at all to finish the bottle and pass out in his bed. His thoughts were plagued with your hurt expression and that bled into nightmares. As it turned out, Sirius cared for you more than he wanted to admit to himself and now he had to somehow undo the damage he did to you.Â
Blood isnât everything. And Sirius knows that more than anyone. Now, he needed to remind you of that.Â















