Thinking about Remus discovering The Lord Of The Rings series, and he spends all summer reading the books, and is so excited to board the Hogwarts Express, ready to tell his friends all about it.
And James thinks it’s fascinating, and borrows them, and Sirius starts to read them too, wanting to have more to talk to Remus about, and even Peter reads them. He doesn’t want to be left out.
And the books get passed between the four of them. They become dog eared, and scuffed, and the pages are almost falling out by the Christmas holidays. They were just paperbacks anyway, but amongst four young boys they became a wreck, the small pile of books getting cracks on them from bending the covers, and the cover designs fading from being left in the sun for too long.
So, over Christmas holidays, Sirius takes a brave trip home, and escapes into the city. He spends four days searching for what he wants, and by the time he’s shipping back to Hogwarts, he has them wrapped in brown paper, and hidden away in the bottom of his trunk.
And on March 10th, when James is giving Remus a new wizard chess set, and Peter is handing him a nice handmade card, Sirius digs out the brown paper package. And Remus is awestruck by the books. Perfect hardback copies, leather bound, the whole series. Mint condition, no cracks, no missing pages, no sun bleach. A perfect set for the perfect boy, who has tears in his eyes, and is mumbling that this is the best gift he’s ever possibly received. And James is sniping something about how good of a gift his chess set was. And Peter was simply staring from the sidelines.
And Sirius realised that he would do anything to keep that smile on his face. To keep that look in his eyes. Because Sirius loved him. More than anyone knew
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