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the morning in [ james & sirius ]

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Spending the last few years at Hogwarts had given James a rather annoying habit. He was used to sleeping in a room full of people, if not sharing a bed directly. Maybe it was weird, but no one really commented on it and James was content with it. However, this had begun to leave a void when the school year ended and he was to go back to the Potter home. James adored his parents beyond measure, but his family home was massive and the rooms weren’t filled with any siblings. This was fine, most of the time. James enjoyed being the center of attention but by Merlin, was it lonely.

Fortunately for James, though in some aspects unfortunately for Sirius, his best mate had turned up after being booted from his family home earlier in the summer. His parents had been over joyed, peppering Sirius with kisses and food and insisting he stay however long he’d like and wherever he’d like to settle down. A few doors down from James, Sirius had picked out a room and made a little place for himself amongst the Potters. He liked it, liked having Sirius’ presence so close.

Which is why James often trotted down the hallway after tossing and turning for a few hours in his own bed, pillows and blankets being drug behind him like a toddler. He did as he did in the past, creating a little nest of pillows and blankets to sleep in. Why he needed someone around was a mystery. The sounds of someone else breathing, the presence of another person, whatever it was.

He was just about to settle down when he heard Sirius move around, followed immediately by his sleepy voice telling him to get off the floor. James didn’t need to be told twice, and he was off the ground and kicking the blankets away before climbing in alongside the other wizard. “It’s the novelty,” he shrugged, sliding an arm around Sirius’ shoulder and settling in comfortably. “Like when the muggles do that camping thing. Rough it, y’know. Pretend to be a poor bastard for once. It humbles me,” James continued, grabbing his glasses off his face and tossing them somewhere on the bed to be found in the morning. “Now that you’ve said it, I’ll be here nightly. Mum’ll think we’re up to no good.”

Sirius had always enjoyed the company of another in his bed. It wasn’t sexual, at least not entirely and not always, but it was more of a change of pace. He was so used to being so alone throughout his childhood, sleeping in a cold bed by himself, and it wasn’t until their third or fourth year when him and his fellow marauders decided sharing a bed together would make for a more comfortable time. It was then when Sirius discovered that he didn’t have to be alone anymore, not even for moments most people spend alone. It was a breath of fresh air. 

Sirius laughed at James’ ‘roughing it’ comment, saying, “oh, shut up, you absolute twat.” He nudged a shoulder into him, before raising his head from the other’s neck and resting it on the pillow to look at the other’s face. “You wouldn’t know ‘roughing it’ if it hit you in the bloody face.” It was true –– James Potter was among the most privileged wizarding youth, and Sirius couldn’t think of anyone who had more money and a nicer house than he, (except perhaps Malfoy, if you considered a gloomy manor ‘nice’, which Sirius didn’t.) 

This was unlike Sirius, who grew up in a horribly small home, that hardly had enough room for both him and his brother. The home was rather nice for what it was, but Sirius couldn’t be bothered to stay in it many nights. Oftentimes, after fights with his mother, he would leave the home for the night and end up sleeping somewhere on the streets of London, or in a park somewhere. This was where his animagus form came in handy during the summers, at least, until animal control would find him, which had happened maybe once or twice. Sirius had slept without food and without a bed rather often, and it something James would never know the feeling of. But Sirius thought it best not to mention his personal history of ‘roughing it’.

Instead, he would look at James, his eyes shutting every now and then as he felt slumber’s grasp reaching out to him. He eventually shot his eyes open again to hear his dear friend speak once more. With a chuckle, he closed his eyes again, confirming that, “Prongs, we are up to no good. Almost constantly.” Smile on his lips, he rolled onto his back, turning his head and opening his eyes to look towards James once more. “Well, I’m glad you’ll make this a permanent visit. I look forward to a summer of cuddling with James Potter. The birds at school would kill to be in my position.”

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the lads’ party [lily & sirius]

It was an annual lads occasion at the Potters’ house, where the four of them would go absolutely bonkers goofing off with each other and plotting for the year to come. There, the boys would get drunk, at least for the past two years, and have fun as lads do, making the night their own. It was something Sirius had looked forward to each year, especially in the years before he had run away to James’s house. In years past, it was his one free moment of the summer from his family, but now, it almost lost its charm, as he’d been at the Potters’ house all summer long. Only almost, however. He still looked forward to it this year as much as he did any other.

This year would be a bit different, however, as James was excited to announce that Lily Evans would show at the party. Not that he announced it the night of the party, but rather, announced it practically twice a day for the month before the party, via speech, letters, and any other form of communication he could manage. Sirius would be lying if he said he wasn’t used to the constant Lily updates by now, of course, and it wasn’t as though he wasn’t looking forward to it. He had never seen Lily outside of school, and it was about time that he did.

Though they had rough patches throughout their relationships, like first year when Sirius had not one hundred percent grown out of the blood purist ideas that he had been raised with, or the period when he had bullied Snivellus so horribly that him and Lily nearly dueled, they had grown out of those instances to be friends. From giving him assignments to copy, to being a listening ear for him, Lily had grown to be one of his favorite people at Hogwarts, and he certainly hoped she felt the same about him.

It was during the party he noticed that Lily was no where to be seen –– she must have wandered off somewhere, he thought. Wanting to make sure she was okay, and not overwhelmed or feeling left out, he went on the hunt for her. He finally found her outside on the porch, sitting in a chair and looking out into the sky. Knocking on the inside of the open door, he asked “mind if I sit with you?” as he peeked his head out. Not exactly waiting for an answer, he stepped out into the porch, looking at her and asking, “everything alright? You enjoying the party?” 

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diagon run-ins [marlene & sirius]

Despite it being his sixth time shopping in Diagon Alley, Sirius had never quite gotten used to the crowds of school children purchasing their supplies. It was a chaotic, energetic experience, with the cacophony of voices and footsteps running all the way up and down the alley. Though he was rather used to the ambience of the alley, he hadn’t quite been used to going without his family. Sure, he would split from them the second he got there, but not traveling with them certainly made this year... different. Instead of bickering with Walburga the whole way there, it was him and James laughing and joking. Instead of being told to be quiet and have more respect, he was appreciated and loved for his humor. It was all a very new experience to him, at least, before he actually got to the alley.

After telling James he’d meet him at Quality Quidditch Supplies in a half hour, where James would immediately head to to check out the new broomsticks, Sirius went off on his own way. Making his way through a crowd ranging from confused first years and their often just-as-confused parents, to well-knowing upperclassmen like himself beelining their way through each store, he had finally found himself in front of Flourish & Blott’s. He had wandered through the store, looking for the books he would need for his year –– specifically, the first on his list right now, which was Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage; and dear god he couldn’t believe he was going into another year of potions –– when he had been faced with something he didn’t want to see.

Before him, checking out the shelves, was Regulus Black. Upon closer examination, he was with their cousin, Narcissa, who was examining a book from the opposite shelf. Sirius was quick to turn away and look for a distraction, any way to act like he didn’t notice him, as he scurried down the aisle and turned the corner. Just as quickly as he noticed his brother and cousin, he noticed someone else he knew. Thank Merlin, it was someone he woudn’t rather die than talk to. Approaching the blonde, he tapped her on the shoulder, quietly saying her name. “Marlene.”

He looked back around the corner again, making sure the two Blacks hadn’t noticed him, (which they hadn’t), and, with a sigh, looked back towards Marlene. Smoothly leaning against the bookshelf, careful to keep his back towards the aisle he had seen the two members of his family in, he crossed his arms. “Fancy seeing you here.” God, what a cliche. He couldn’t help but be so daft to say that, however, as his mind was still boggled from seeing them. “So, need any help finding books?” Of course, so long as they weren’t, well, down that aisle.

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the leaky cauldron [remus & sirius]

There was no environment Sirius thrived in more than that of a pub. The dirty clouds of smoke from the pipes of strangers, the loud music, the sharp scent of drink wafting through the building, and the smiles and laughter as people told stories –– and Sirius had many to tell. At one of the many tables the boy sat, in a rugged pair of jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt, which had a hole or two from wear at the hem, with a leather jacket far too warm for the weather over it. Before him was a half finished glass of Beetle Berry Whiskey, which he was almost surprised he got served to him. Of course, he didn’t look underage, but he certainly still had a year to go before the wizarding world would consider him an adult.

He wasn’t there to just to drink and socialize with strangers, no, but that certainly seemed to be his purpose. No, it was not until his friend were to arrive that he would stop chatting up girls and buying them drinks, talking to them about a few of the epic pranks he and his friends pulled, grinning to himself as they laughed at his embellished tales and his witty jokes. There were few things Sirius was better at than talking, and he did a lot of it.

After checking the time, he excused himself from the group of girls, knowing Remus were to arrive soon. He was almost disappointed to do so, as he went to the bar and ordered his second drink, which he would sip as he waited on his friend to arrive. It wasn’t until he heard the seat beside him move, where he looked to the boy who had just joined him. “Moony!” he exclaimed, putting a hand on his shoulder and grinning up at him. “Good to see you, mate.”

After ordering another drink for his friend, and paying with some of the allowance Euphemia Potter had given him for doing chores around the house, he leaned in a bit closer to Moony to whisper, “see? I told you I’d get served,” referring to the letters the two had written back and forth prior to their meeting. He leaned back and downed the rest of his drink, then asked, “so, how’s your summer been? Can’t have been that fun without me and the lads.”

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the morning in [ james & sirius ]

It was a warm August morning, around six o’clock, when Sirius heard the creaking of the floorboards beside his bed. Dark eyes blinked open to see a slender, familiar figure on the floor. It was often that the other would get lonely and sneak his way into the room, but, unwilling to actually bother him, would make his place on the floor. With a sigh, he turned over in his covers to grab a spare pillow, which he then promptly swung over his body and hit the other with. If he wasn’t already awake, that was certain to wake him up.

“Why in the hell are you on the floor? Well, come on in and join me then,” Sirius mumbled, peeking out from having his face buried in his pillow. Swinging his arm back, he replaced the pillow onto his bed before rolling onto it, giving the other some room to crawl into bed with him. “You’re the only person I know who would have his own room, own bed, and still sleep on the floor.”

As the other joined him in bed, Sirius rolled back up next to him, draping an arm over James’ waist and nuzzling his scruffy face into his neck. This was a typical position for the two, who were practically attached at the hip, and being alone at the Potters’ house rather than in the dorms where their friends could see made it a bit easier to be close like this. “You know you can always come join me,” he murmured into James’ skin, so close he could feel his own hot breath splay across the other’s neck.

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Padfoot,

A beard, it’s always a delight to know my favorite lads are becoming men. Doubtless however, I’d be more than happy to meet up with you at a bar. Perhaps I can talk mum into allowing me to come and visit; what better than to spend time with both of my favorite people at the same time? Lord knows dad doesn’t want me around, especially with all of the Ministry stuff that is said at dinner. 

Tell James that I still have two pairs of his trousers, and at this point I might get attached to them, and not give them back. I reckon, I still have one of your jumpers, I ought to come and visit while wearing your clothes. Become the combination of the two most popular marauders. 

Yours in nefarious activity, Moony

Moony,

I’m a man alright. I’ll prove it to you by managing to get served at the bar, despite being underage. What they don’t know about the man under this facial hair won’t hurt them. 

Having you visit would be fantastic! The Potters’ house is wonderful. Don’t tell James, but I’ve never been happier anywhere else. Having you here would only make it better. I love a good slumber party. 

I will inform James you have his trousers, but I’d just keep them if I were you. His mum buys the nicest trousers. Euphemia has already bought me a few jumpers for school, so I probably don’t need it back. Unless it’s the one with blue and white stripes, in which case I want it back. That one’s so soft. Soft enough to wear without a shirt under. If it is that one, I can exchange a different jumper for it, and you can still become the most popular marauder via costume. I’ll dress up as a sexy cat or something, and we’ll have a costume party. Halloween plans? Perhaps. 

Which reminds me, we still need to come up with a good prank for this year’s Halloween ball. You were the mastermind behind last year’s most epic prank, so I’m counting on you to come up with a new one. James is too, I’m sure. 

Love you for your brains, Padfoot

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As a joke, Sirius likes to refer to James as James Olive Potter. James refers to him back as Sirius Onion Black.

Their only serious fight was after Sirius pranked Snape by telling him how to get into the Shrieking Shack, causing him to find out Remus’s secret. Otherwise, James and Sirius get along perfectly and have never fought.

The only time James ever saw Sirius cry was after he ran away from his home and moved into the Potter residence. 

Sirius and James have matching pajamas, bought for them by Euphemia. 

In fact, after Sirius moved in, Euphemia would buy two of everything, one for each of the kids. They have an endless amount of matching clothes, however since their styles are so different they rarely have the same outfit on.

Every once in a while, though, they’ll run into each other in the common room wearing the same outfit. “Well, one of us is going to have to change.”

Though Sirius acts embarrassed about the matching clothes, and living at the Potters’ in general, he really, truly loves it. He’s never had a happy family before, and there’s nothing that makes him feel better.

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Out in the fresh air, leaning on the fence surrounding the big, beautiful household, Sirius stared at the sky as the stars began to emerge into the approaching nightfall from the bright blue sky. Sirius had always been mesmerized by the stars, a trait that was passed down from his family –– they had all been named after stars –– and it was the only thing that he had in common with those foul, evil people.

He looked down at his bare feet, staring at the wild grass that poked up from in between his toes. Grass, that was something that he never got to run around in at his old house. It was a house in London in a muggle neighborhood, which Sirius never quite understood given his family’s hatred of muggles, that was hidden behind a Fidelius charm. The house was surrounded by cobblestone walkways and gardens, but no grass, no sense of wilderness. Not like out here in Ottery St. Catchpole.

Sirius didn’t miss home one bit. The yelling and screaming, the way his parents treated him and his brother, the way he felt like he had to stay locked up in his room to avoid an ill fate, it all made him feel absolute shit. Not like he felt here. He received nothing but love from the Potters’, who cooked every meal for him, bought him new clothes, and let him listen to his Muggle music as loud as he wanted to, (as long as it wasn’t too terribly late at night, of course.) Every little thing they did for him was just such a change of pace, and he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky to live with his best friend and a family that loved him.

“Sirius, supper!” from the front door interrupted his train of thought, as he looked from the sky to the warm face of Mrs. Potter standing in the threshold. He smiled and nodded, kicking each leg up over the fence to climb over it before jogging to the front door. He took one last look at the sky, before moving into the house and following Euphemia towards the dining room. The comfort fell over him as he sat down at the table, looking at the food before him. He hadn’t missed a single meal since he moved in with the Potters’, something he wasn’t quite used to yet.

Looking around at the faces that surrounded him, he was met with cheerful, loving expressions that were so unfamiliar to him before he came here. He grinned back, before serving himself some food. “Thank you, Euphemia,” he said to Mrs. Potter, and before digging in, added on, “thanks, all of you, for having me. It means a lot.” He didn’t like to get mushy, but he needed to let them know he appreciated his new family. To follow was a lovely dinner filled with talk, jokes, and a true family feeling. Sirius felt blessed to be a part of something like this. It was then, Sirius realized who his true family was. He smiled down at his plate, before continuing to eat in a calm, peaceful home. 

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Moony,

Let’s rejoice that the summer is almost over and we’re soon to be back in school. As much as I love staying at the Potters’ house, there’s something about the school that I miss. Perhaps it’s our antics. Speaking of antics, would you like to meet somewhere before the summer is over? We could meet at a bar. I reckon I’m old looking enough to get served –– I have grown something of a beard since I last saw you. Let me know if you would like to see it. 

Yours scruffily, Padfoot

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