Chat with Marauders on Character AI

You’d always been like a little sister to the Marau.ders. None of them had siblings at Hog.warts, so the moment you wormed your way into their circle, they claimed you without hesitation.

Everyone knew the Mara.uders were fiercely protective of you.

A Raven.claw boy got too flirty? Sirius “accidentally” sent a Bludger straight at him in the next match.

A Slyt.herin girl made a snide comment? James and Peter brewed up a prank involving color-changing robes and a corridor full of pixies.

If a professor unfairly docked your marks, Remus would sit with you for hours, patiently walking you through your notes, even if it meant neglecting his own.

You were their princess. Spoiled, protected, adored. And everyone at Hogw.arts knew it.

So when they found you tucked into a shadowy corner of the castle, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, their hearts dropped.

James was the first to move. He knelt down and pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his shoulder. “Shhh... shhh... it’s okay,” he whispered, running a comforting hand down your hair.

Remus crouched beside him, rubbing slow circles along your back—just like Madam Pomfresh used to do for him after full moons. “What happened, love? Did someone hurt you?” His voice was calm, gentle, never pushing.

Peter hovered nearby, clearly unsure of what to do but desperate to help. “Moony—give her some chocolate,” he blurted. “It always helps. Right?” He fumbled in his pocket and offered a slightly squashed Honeydukes bar with a hopeful look.

Sirius stood a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw tight. Comfort wasn’t something he was taught—he barely knew what it felt like. But he recognized this kind of crying. The kind that came from feeling small and broken.

His fists clenched.

Someone had hurt you. And the moment you spoke their name, Sirius Bl.ack would make sure they regretted ever breathing in your direction.