Marauders Imagines

Sirius - The significance of feeling seen

House:
• (N/A)

Synopsis:
As someone brought up in such a big family you have had some struggles being noticed. A circumstance that has made you someone that strives to stand out and go that extra mile. The only person able to help you feel seen is the one who actually pays close attention.

Family:
• Gideon Prewett † (father)
• Molly Weasley (aunt)

Warnings/Extra info:
• Young adult female reader x Sirius
• If age gaps of some significance bother you then this one isn't for you
• Word count is 4,093

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There had always been a ridiculous mindset amongst Aurors that the more scars a person had, the better the Auror they were.

You had never paid attention to such a silly sentiment. Yet you managed to end up with a few scars in your short time on the job anyway. It was unlucky (or lucky) that you had just completed your training at the same time Voldemort made his fabled return.

You thought it was rather poetic that you were a similar age to your father while fighting against Voldemort's rise as a member of The Order. It made you feel connected to him more than ever before. Something your aunt despised.

You and Molly had always been close. She and Arthur raised you after all. But the pair of you had always butt heads over your need to play the hero. To throw yourself in harms way. To run head first into every fight.

Which is how you knew you had a lecture incoming as you limped your way down the road toward 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Be honest... can you still tell?" you asked Tonks. She turned to see your attempt at hiding the limp as you walked. She stifled a laugh at the sight.

"You look insane" she informed you honestly.

"Oh, great. Thanks" you responded.

The pair of you then went ahead and entered the house. Tonks didn't get very far after accidentally awakening the portrait of Mrs Black in the hallway, however. You left her to it and continued your way downstairs where you usually went to say your hello's.

You entered the room to see Molly with her back turned while she busied herself with making dinner. You then then turned forward to lock eyes with Sirius. He had been watching you with an amused look, clearly having witnessed your new injury and your attempt to hide it. You grinned at him and hopped toward the table, quickly sitting beside him before Molly could turn around and spot you.

"What was it this time?" Sirius asked you in a low voice as he leaned toward you.

"Just a routine pixie infestation. Someone let a load of them loose so we had to chase him down"

"And you fell?" he asked. You made a noise of indigence.

"I don't fall" you replied in offence and he chuckled at your reaction. "... I got my foot caught and tripped"

Sirius' snigger was louder this time and drew the attention of Molly. "Oh, (Y/n). You're just in time. Dinners almost ready" she said before turning toward the sounds of Walberga Black still screaming at Tonks in the hallway. "That girl and that portrait" your aunt said frustratedly and made her way upstairs.