Harry Potter One Shots

Young!Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: cursing and death.

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I apparated into a mess. Jeez, and I thought apparating in America was dangerous. I'm in a battle, I quickly choose a side, and took out death eaters—Great Britain isn't the only place with problems with death eaters. Soon they're mostly unconscious and bund. My suitcase has never looked so dead, seeing as it took some unforgivable spells for me.

"Now who do we owe are thanks to?" A wizard asked.

"My mom for deciding I needed to stay on the move," I said, catching my breath.

"An American," he said.

"Pukwudgie's finest healer at your service," I said with a mock bow. "I'm (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"I'm Sirius," he said, picking up my dead suitcase from the rain covered cement.

"That's nice," I said, noticing one of the death eaters were bleeding out.

I took my suitcase from Sirius and sat next to the unconscious boy, seriously, he was just a boy with a mop of black hair. I threw open my suitcase a took out a potion and poured it on the wound before wiping away the blood and stitching up the wound.

The death eater wiggled under the needle as he woke up and I put my foot on his neck and continued working.

"Reg, what did I say about becoming a death eater," Sirius said with a deep frown.

"Not to?" The boy asked, hoarsely because my foot was on his throat.

"And what did you do?" Sirius asked.

"Became one," the boy said.

"And now you're going to jail," Sirius said.

"You don't know that for certain," the boy said.

I finished stitching him up and took my foot off his throat. They hauled him off and I washed his blood from my hands with a bottle of water. I stood up and brushed the street grit from my skinny jeans.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Sirius asked, pushing my hair behind my ear. I looked around me, looked like an empty London street. "There's a place called the Leaky Cauldron not far from here, you could get a room there."

"Yeah, that's not where I'm going," I said. "Now, what I'm really looking for is a makeshift hospital called Phoenix Tears, I've heard they need help."

"The Order of the Phoenix's hospital?" He asked. "It's not a real hospital."

"Yeah, that would be it," I said, putting a British coin in a meteor that was about to run out.

"Then follow me, I'm part of the Order," he said, smiling.

I took a note from my pocket. It was from Dumbledore, said that there were trust worthy people if I meet them, there was a Sirius on the list.

"Last name and nickname?" I asked, putting it back in my pocket of my green knit hoodie.

"Black and Padfoot," he said.

"Lead the way, then," I said.

He linked his arm with mine and we apparated into a house's living room. There were a bunch of people, all stopped talking. One I knew as Dumbledore from the chocolate frog cards. I put my suitcase on the floor, dropped Sirius arm and took Dumbledore's hand.

"Nice to finally meet you, Professor Dumbledore," I smiled. "I'm healer (y/l/n)."

"Oh, well welcome to the Order's headquarters," he said. "Lily, would you find her a bed and give her a tour?"