The Project ☆ Sirius Black x reader | UNDER EDITING

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It had been over two hours since Regulus had gone to his Quidditch practice, leaving you in the common room waiting for him to return. Two long hours of staring at plants. You flipped to the next page—an extensive overview of Mandrakes and their properties, one of them being a key ingredient for the Animagus Potion you dreaded.

I can't even get a break from him in my own common room, you grumbled, closing the grimoire. Somehow Sirius Black has a talent for ruining my mood, even when he's not there.

Picking up the other books you had left on the table, you headed towards the female dormitories on the opposite side of the Slytherin common room, unlocking your door with a swift motion of your wand. The room was empty- it usually was. Your roommates were friendly, but you knew they felt intimidated sharing a room with a (l/n).

As always, the dark green curtains on your bed canopy remained closed. You never liked the idea of sharing a room, so it was the only alternative for a fake sense of privacy. Sometimes having a well-known last name wasn't all that bad, it allowed for a room with lots of peace and quiet.

Mumbling to yourself, you set the books on your bedside table before taking off your Slytherin robes. You combed through your closet to find something much more comfortable and warm against the cold November evenings. "I might as well go to Reggie instead of waiting for him to come to me."

You did a double-take before leaving your room and went back in to grab another jumper you had once borrowed from Regulus and 'accidentally' forgot to return. You knew him well enough to be sure he had forgotten to bring something other than his robes. Regulus Black came off as perfect, but he was surprisingly forgetful.

Heading down the dormitory stairs, you left the common room in a hurry. The dungeons were dark and cold. Enchanted torches lit the large corridor towards the grand staircase. You repeated the path you had rushed through earlier to escape Sirius and crossed into the courtyard to leave Hogwarts.

It was a short walk between the enchanted castle and the Quidditch pitch, but the field that separated the two was ruthless during the cold months. You buried your face in the turtleneck of your jumper, hurrying down the grassy meadow, where you could see brooms soaring in the close distance.

"Stupid November winds." You shivered, going up the stairs of the closest stand to get a better look at the Slytherin team training.

When you arrived at the bleachers, you noticed you were not the only one who had decided to come to watch the team practice, although watching was an overstatement. A short girl sat on the opposite side of the bench, her face buried in a large Hufflepuff scarf with her nose in a comically large book.

She seemed to be paying little attention to the game, which made you wonder why she was outside reading in this weather when she could be tucked near a fire. You had heard the rumors of how cozy the Hufflepuff common room was.

To each their own, you shrugged and headed closer to her to get a better look at the game. From the field, you noticed a bludger flying unusually, and it seemed to be heading straight for the oblivious Hufflepuff girl.

"Fuck, is she blind?!" you cursed under your breath, running into the girl to push her out of harm's way.

She let out a surprised yell as both of you landed on the ground, her things scattering around the bleachers. Standing up, you dusted off your clothes and picked up the girl's glasses, which she seemed to be desperately looking for.

Huh, maybe she was almost blind.

Once she put them on, her big brown eyes opened and she looked at you before stuttering a shy, "thank you."

She started gathering her fallen things, and you kneeled back down to grab some loose sheets of paper before they could blow away. "Sorry for pushing you to the ground, but you would've earned a painful visit to the hospital wing had I not. That bludger was going straight for you."

"Oh my god! I've been told I have terrible spatial awareness, I was too busy reading that I didn't see it coming! I'm sorry you had to do that... thanks for saving me, though!" she rambled nervously, her thoughts seemed all over the place.

"My pleasure." You smiled. "What were you reading? I've rarely seen a book so big."

She took the book from under her arm and held it in front of her, you had to take a step back as the large cover was literally in your face. Although you were well-versed in diverse kinds of literature, you couldn't recognize the name of the book or the author, they sounded really strange.

"You look confused," she chuckled, setting the book on the bleacher. "It's normal you might find it odd. After all, it's a Muggle book!"

"Ah- right." You cleared your throat, taken aback. Your upbringing had strictly kept you away from most Muggle things, you hated admitting you were still not fully used to them, even things as common as a book.

The girl extended her hand for you to shake it. "I'm Dafne Hernandez, by the way."

"(Y/n)... (l/n)," you replied with hesitation.

There had been no reaction from her at the sound of your name, confirming your doubts that she was a Muggle-born witch. Good to know there's another person in this school who doesn't care who I am, you smiled to yourself.

"Well, I ought to leave before it gets dark!" Dafne exclaimed as she walked past you with all her things in hand. "I'll see you around (y/n)! Thanks for saving me!"

For a few seconds, you stared at the stairs that the Hufflepuff had just disappeared into with a perplexed look. Thad had been an odd encounter. Dafne's enthusiastic and innocent nature reminded you of a crup puppy. What else could you expect? She was, after all, a Hufflepuff.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed a large figure flying toward the bleachers, and you ducked right in time as a broom flew dangerously close to you. You yanked your head back, trying to identify who on the Slytherin team had been foolish enough to try something so dumb. But you didn't see the expected green and silver Quidditch uniform. No, this one was red and gold.

Oh, for Salazar's sake, you have got to be kidding me. You rolled your eyes, staring down at the field where you spotted the Gryffindor Quidditch team entering the arena, met by the Slytherins who had gotten off their brooms to intercept them.

You quickly skipped down the stairs and headed towards the field, the brewing argument between the two teams could be heard from where you stood. You lingered near the edge of the pitch, observing how it would unfold until the first physical altercation began. Eoin Wiggins— Gryffindor's keeper— had grabbed Regulus by the collar.

"They'll start throwing punches and hexes any second now. Are they serious?" You huffed under your breath, walking towards the center of the field to help intervene.

"No, that would be me." A voice laughed from behind you, stopping you in your tracks.

You turned around with an eye roll. There was only one person who would crack a joke at a moment like this, and it happened to be the person you did not want to see. "What do you want, Black?"