marauders one shots 🐺🐀🐾🦌

you are so childish 🐾

warning/s: age gap! mention of child abuse.
reader is 18 in the first part and 19 in the second.
in italy there are 5 years of high school so you finish at 18. not like in england at 17 (at least that is what i know) after the reader finished school she decided to go to england for an internship under alistor moody. i am italian so for this reason so is the reader, cry about it. (there will be two parts cuz this one was becoming too long and my friend wants to read this)(i might be working on this since before summer and just now decide to publish it) (she might also know the story and a few spoilers and had to wait 6 months just to read this)
enjoy this alex you rushed me.
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you, along some famous british authors were ready to start the short, yet dangerous, journey to the british wizarding prison. azkaban.

you are under the care of the auror alistor moody; a man you have been admiring for years at this point.

as soon as you finished high school you signed up for an auror program abroad.
you were from italy, part of a pure blood family famous in your country.
you hated your life at home, so decide that as soon as you could you would leave your country.

"get ready, and don't forget to not let the dementors get to you. a part of the job is being able to resist them. especially if you want this to be your future."

you looked at him with a solemn expression on. you took the internship under the british auror very seriously.

"of course sir."
"now get in the boat."

getting on the boat it took you all a total of 15 minutes to reach the small island the prison was situated on.

upon entering the structure you immediately felt drained, and as if you would never be happy agin.
you along the rest of the group stopped at the entrance hall, and moody started talking.

"the prison is made so no wizard or witch could ever escape it. even tho with the dementors that roam this place, no one would ever dream of it.
the prison is structured in a gerarchic system.
the worst the crime, the higher up you get situated.
today we will start from the top floor and make our way down.
understood?"

you looked at him and nodded, he looked at you expecting.
you almost forgot that he prefers verbal responses.
"yes sir."
"perfect. let's go."

and with that said, you started making your way up the building along the rest of the men that came there with you.

while walking through the corridors, that contained the maximum security cells, you watched as man and women alike talked to themselves, gave you nasty looks, yelled at you, or ignored you.

while walking a hand shot out of a cell and grabbed you by your sleeve.
with fast reflexes you pointed your wand at the persons neck.

"look at you. what is a pretty girl like you doing here?"
"leave her alone bellatrix."
"oh come on moody. i'm just asking her a question."

looking at you superior as if asking for permission he nodded; and you casted a spell that shot the women to the other side of the cell.

"look at her. already acting so ruthless towards the people she considers inferior.
you found yourself the perfect pupil moody."

mad eye looked at her with disgust with his good eye while his fake one spun around in his head.

"that i did lestrange."

you continued to walk, but stoped when moody put a hand on your shoulder.

"this is one of our most dangerous prisoners.
sirius black.
he betrayed his own best friend, and killed an other one for the dark lord along with 13 muggles in a muggle street."
you looked at the man that was sitting on the floor of his cell:
he had long, black, matted hair.
many tatoos all along his body (form what you could see at least) gray ayes that stared back at you just as intently.
he was extremely skinny, you guessed from the malnourishment of the prison, hallow cheekbones, and big purple eye bags that decorated his face.