Written in the Stars

IT had been twelve years since the events that marked the end of the lives of your sister and brother-in-law. After the argument that caused Sirius to leave you and Remus, the pair of you decided to stay together. Everyone was either dead or imprisoned. You two were all each other had. 

It was the first week of August, the warm summer breeze flew past the open windows and shook the window curtains. 

Even though you’re a witch, you were still raised as a muggle which made it hard to give up some of the muggle appliances. That’s why you had the television on and let it play as you cooked in the kitchen. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was one of your favorite tv shows. You’ve watched it so many times that you often used it as background noise. Something about the laugh track brought you comfort. 

A snow-white messenger owl had flown in and perched itself upon one of the dining room chairs. You and Remus rarely got any letters so you were extremely curious about this letter you’d received all of a sudden. 

You grabbed the letter that was held in between the owl’s talons. The letter was addressed to both you and Remus from Headmaster Dumbledore of all people. 

“Rem!” called to get his attention. Seconds later, Remus entered the dining room, The Daily Prophet in hand. 

“We’ve got a letter. It’s from, Dumbledore,” 

“Well…” Remus said, expecting you to open and read the letter aloud. 

You opened the letter and it said…

Dear Mr. Remus Lupin and Ms.Y/N Evans, 

I am pleased to inform you both that you have been offered roles as professors for the upcoming school year. With Mr. Lupin being the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and Ms. Evans being the new Muggle Studies professor. We are aware of Mr. Lupins' condition and rest assured that he will be well cared for. There will be an unlimited supply of wolfsbane potions provided by our wonderful Potions Master. 
Please send a letter accepting or declining these roles as soon as possible. I look forward to your response. 

Yours Sincerely,
𝒜𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓈 𝒟𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒
Professor Albus Dumbeldore 
Headmaster 

You? A professor at Hogwarts? Never in a million years did you ever think that you were good enough to teach. Luckily you were a muggle-born so teaching muggle studies wouldn’t be such a hassle. Remus, on the other hand, was the perfect candidate to become a professor. He was incredibly smart, kind, and patient. 

“We have to do this. I mean it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” you looked up at Remus. He looked as if he was contemplating something in his head. 

“I don’t know. What if I accidentally screw up and my secret gets out. No parent would want their child to be in the company of a werewolf,” he sighed. 

You hated it when Remus would bring himself down like this. No matter what you said, he always blamed everything on his lycanthropy. 

“Remus, you are the perfect person to take this position. You are really smart, incredibly kind, and so patient. I can’t think of anyone else who could do this but you,” 

“I suppose it would be nice to be able to earn some money. I have been out of a job for a while and I don’t want you to go to Hogwarts by yourself,” he brought you into his arms and rested his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a few minutes until you remembered that you had to draft a letter accepting your teaching positions. 

“Remus, I love you but you need to let me go,” you patted his back a few times and he begrudgingly let you go. 

You ran to the library and grabbed the stationary that you kept in a small drawer in the corner of the room. You ran back to the dining room and stopped in your tracks when you saw the front page of The Daily Prophet. A picture of your ex-partner, Sirius Black, was posted on the front page. It looked like he was screaming. It reminded you of the night he left both you and Remus. In bold letters it said…

BLACK STILL AT LARGE
Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. 

You looked at Remus, your face showing an immense amount of concern. 

“I know,” he said, “I’m worried too.”

“How did he escape? Azkaban was made to be inescapable,” you began to pace around the room. You were shaking with frustration. The man you loved since your fifth year at Hogwarts, sold your sister out to Voldemort, and now he’s escaped prison. 

“Sirius is smart. He wouldn’t escape prison without a motive or a plan,” 

“What is he planning then?” you questioned the man in front of you.

“Merling knows Y/N. He might be seeking revenge or trying to clear his name,”

“Clear his name from what? We all know what he’s done, Remus. He sold my sister and your best friend to You-Know-Who, he killed 12 muggles, and he killed poor Peter! He betrayed our trust and broke our hearts,” you sat down in the chair across from Remus to calm yourself down. You weren’t going to rile yourself up for a man who doesn’t deserve a single ounce of your attention. 

You began to draft the letter accepting the teaching positions Dumbledore offered to you and your partner. But you let your mind wander. What if Sirius has come back to finish you and Remus off? What if he’ll come back to your peaceful lives and completely ruin everything you and Remus had built for yourselves these past twelve years? Even worse, what if he’s come back to kill Harry? No, you thought, Sirius wouldn’t kill a child.  

“I can tell that something still troubles you,” Remus commented. Merlin, he knew you too well.

“What if he comes back here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he said, “Sirius is smart enough to know that this is the first place the Ministry would look.” 

“Why though? We’ve got nothing to do with him.” 

“We are his partners, everyone knows that.” 

“Were his partners. We were his partners,” you put an emphasis on the word “were.” 

“Sorry. Were his partners,” he apologized. 

Remus still loved Sirius and you knew that. Truth be told, so did you. Even though everything that happened on October 31st, 1981 pointed at him, a part of you still doubted that Sirius Black, known blood traitor and loyal friend, would ever sell his best friend and his partner's sister to Voldemort. 

You shook that thought out of your head and resumed writing the letter to Dumbledore. The patient snow white owl has been sitting there, waiting for you to respond. You gave the letter to the owl and said, “Give this to Headmaster Dumbledore at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”