Sirius Black is the bane of a Slytherin’s existence.... Or is he? What happens when Sirius falls in love with a kind hearted Slytherin who takes pity on an injured Padfoot.

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Sirius Black had to be one of the most annoying people in existence. At least that’s what you thought. He was loud, brash, flirty, always stirring up trouble, and for some reason women swooned over him for it. They would flock to him, eagerly vying for his attention, but everyone knew Sirius wasn’t the type to settle down. He’d eagerly flirt back or even be caught making out at a Gryffindor party but it never went much further than that. He’d have a girl for a week that he is seeing, but not actually dating, and by the next week he’d be seen with someone else.

But the worst part—in your opinion—wasn’t even his womanising fuckboy ways or even his rebellious sense for danger—it was the way that he bullied and harassed your fellow Slytherins. The Marauders pranks were endless and you as a Slytherin often got caught in the crossfire and fallout. That was why you hated Sirius Orion Black and you weren’t even in his year.

You were walking around Black Lake near the Forbidden Forest to get some air and take a break from your studies before dinner when you noticed a large shaggy black dog. The dog must have been a stray to be wandering in the Forbidden Forest. Dogs also weren’t allowed in the castle, minus Hagrid’s dog Fang, leading to your assumption that this dog was in fact a stray. The longer you looked at the shaggy stray you noticed that it’s walking was a bit odd. It was walking with a slight limp as if the animal was in pain. And despite your association with Slytherin you weren’t heartless. You couldn’t bear leaving the poor thing alone when it was clearly in pain.

Sirius has really not intended to be in this situation. After an argument that he’d gotten into with James he’d shifted into Padfoot and had run off to enjoy some time alone—more specifically to cool down because he’d definitely inherited the Black family temper even if he was going to inherit nothing else from his bitter old hag of a mother and the rest of his loony relatives. It was supposed to be a short outing—he’d chase some field mice, play with a stick or two and be back in time for dinner. However picking a fight with a larger creature and getting his left leg slashed—along with some other bruising and small cuts—had not been part of the plan but rather ended up being another one of Sirius’ impulsive and reckless decisions that ended quite poorly.

Now he was limping along trying to find his way out of the forest and hopefully to one of his friends so that they could help him with his now busted leg. Sirius’, or Padfoots’, ears perked up as he heard the rustling of someone walking past the forest. He let out a pained whine to attract the attention of whoever was walking by. He just hoped that they would at least take pity on him and maybe get one of the students who wanted to be a magizoologist to come look at him.

What he hadn’t expected to was to run into a Slytherin a year below him. Sirius hopes partially plummeted upon seeing you do to his own jaded hang ups about Slytherins however since he was currently a dog and not a Gryffindor he played up his whining hoping for Merlin’s sake that you would help him. To his surprise you didn’t walk away. Instead you kneeled down beside him and started examining his injuries.

Your touch was surprisingly nice. You were soft and gentle with him in a manner that Sirius has rarely seen from a Slytherin—Merlin’s beard he’d early seen it all with his upbringing. Maybe that’s why he counted take his eyes off of you and started lightly wagging his tail. The more he looked at you the more things he found about you that he actually... liked.

Sirius couldn’t believe he was even considering liking a Slytherin but you were... different. You were caring. From the way your brows furrowed as you took care of his injuries it was clear you were worried about him, and that surprisingly made Sirius’ chest feel warm. Sirius never had people really worry for him except many his best mates. You were also rather cute the longer Sirius looked at you.

By the time you were done fixing up his leg Sirius didn’t want to leave. So he stayed and relished on the feeling of you giving him pets and even belly rubs. Sirius had almost lost track of time when he head the sound of his mates calling out looking for him. He saw you roll your eyes in annoyance at the sound of the Marauders. You gave him one last head rub and ear scratches before saying goodbye, standing up and making your way back towards the castle.

Sirius wanted to let out a whine and follow you but he knew his mates were looking for him and would immediately recognise the black dog following behind some random Slytherin sixth year. So instead he morphed back out of his Animagus form and joined his mates. James clapped him on the back and exclaimed something about dinner but Sirius was watching your form fade into the distance.

When Remus finally waved his hand in front of Sirius’ face his eyes darted away. “What’s with you Pads? You were completely out of it.” Remus asked raising an eyebrow. Sirius merely turned and pointed in the direction you’d left in.

“I’m marrying that Slytherin.” He stated in complete seriousness.

The guys all exchanged and look before glancing towards the castle and back to Sirius. “You... you can’t be serious mate. You hate Slytherins and– and have you even spoken to that Slytherin?” James asked incredulously.

But he knew—they all knew—once Sirius Black put his mind to something there was very little you could do to stop him. And Sirius was now determined to make the kind little Slytherin his.