Oisin: âLiked my Ping Pong ball trap? Figured you all wouldnât be clever enough-â
Riz: âIâm gonna eat your fucking family, dudeâ
Oisin: âWhat?â
Riz: âI killed and ate your grandmaâs boyfriend, I just killed your grandma and like six of your aunts and uncles and cousins, im going to eat them all and you. You got siblings at the Middle School?â
Regulus had never claimed to be âgoodâ, never even tried much to be, especially after Sirius abandoned him. So heâs unsure why at random moments, his resolve wavers and heâll hesitate, just slightly. He could be the greatest Wizard of his generation, if he didnât have that one small handicap. The difference between being good and being great is just that, so small, almost microscopic. and Regulus convinced himself that what toes the line for him, is the weakness he possesses. The weakness of morality.
Heâs the youngest member at any Death Eater Rallies, though no one knows this fact save himself. Everyone involved likes to refer to them as âMeetingsâ, but meetings involve discussions, planning, execution. A mutual exchange. These âmeetingsâ consist of the Dark Lord ranting, and raving in front of hundreds of Death Eaters, spewing his ideals into the minds of believers. Most often the next thing to happen at the meetings would be a Simple Parading of the hostages of war. Hostages of war would include muggles, families of half-bloods, and Muggle Borns, they called it a Simple Parading because they considered these hostages simpletons, lesser than. The Dark Lord thought he was quite clever. Regulus wasnât sure if he would agree.
Well into 16 now, the young boy was Marked. Treated with respect and fear by those who Knew, as a part of the Dark Lordâs inner circle. Regulus, to others, was understood to be an extremely powerful child of highborn and righteous pure bloods of the Sacred 28. Such things made him better by nature. Regulus would freely admit he liked being at the top. He was the snake at the peak of the food chain, and mere rats could not touch him.
Regulus Black has never claimed to be a good person, so sometimes, his own morality will shock him.
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Sirius
Alas, there was no self-righteousness or personal vengeance allowed in school. Here, they were kids, and kids got punished when they did something wrong. Good or bad, those people were just kids as well. It was so utterly mundane that Sirius almost enjoyed it.
Sirius knew McGonagall had to have much to do with it, the woman refused to see anyone younger than 24 within these halls as anything other than children. He honestly appreciated it on a sentimental level. Sirius thought maybe she didnât see any of her students as anything but children, even once they grew up. He also realized he wouldnât mind that much.
She was a motherly figure different from what he had. His mother, of course, wasnât much of a mother at all, so there wasnât much comparison there, on the extreme contrast, Mrs.Potter was loving and doting and though she knew he was trouble, she always had her arms open for him. The Professor was different however. She was kind and understanding with him and his circumstances, but she was strict with him. She had the belief he could be better than where he came from, and he wasnât sure if he would be, but for her he would feel guilty for not trying.
The guilt already ate him alive when she gave him such disappointed looks whenever he would show up to her door with yet another detention slip, James in tow or not. It would eat less of him up when she seemed almost visibly proud underneath the disappointment. When he was absolutely and entirely justified in his self-righteousness.
Maybe this pride kept him respectful of her and her detentions. There were no snakey ways used trying to get out of it, there were no underhand tricks, or âcough cough, moonyâs sickness' used. If anything, Sirius used the time to do school work, either left over class work or assigned homework, it was honestly the most mundane and normal part of his days. He loved it.
He and James had been here in the past, but never so often as after the war truly turned gruesome. In the past six years of his time at Hogwarts, if you ignore most of 6th, and, just about all of his 7th year so far, he had been in detention a handful of times. James had it far more often than he, and by the time Sirius had his first bout of detention, James was already well acquainted with the process.
That day had been towards the end of the boysâ fifth year at Hogwarts. The year after Sirius had run. He had admitted to his friends about feeling antsy after he left home, which was almost the truth, he was feeling guilty. What he insisted he desperately needed was an outlet for his energy. That was when it truly began.
With a newfound sense of freedom from punishment for such frivolity, the self-designated Marauders, which they came up with during this very period of time, began causing a great deal of mayhem when possible. One might call it bullying, others, namely the aforementioned Marauders, would say itâs âassessing oneâs characterâ. Whatever it truly was, it could and would be boiled down to mischief, and thatâs what they aimed for.
A frequent victim of such escapades was a student named Severus Snape. The boy was in their year and desperately in love with another Gryffindor student who claimed he was her best friend, so unfortunately the boys were constantly subjected to his presence. Which also meant that the boys were also unfortunately subjected to the presence of his bigotry.
Whenever the redhead girl wasnât around, he was surrounded by muggle-born Gryffindors, sorted that way because the bravest thing they could do was dare enter a world they knew nothing about. And Severus Snape would not let them forget it if he could help it. He slung around âmudbloodâ much like you would its namesake. His only end goal was to dirty the pride and ego of the âundeservingâ students around him.
Unfortunately for perhaps everyone involved, Remus was witness to such a flurry of insults and slurs directed at a mere second year for bumping into him by accident. The Slytherin boy didnât even spare a second glance as he left the young student in shambles, tears fully flowing by the time Remus got to them. If Sirius has said it once, heâs said it a thousand times, Thank God for Remus Lupin.
In not too much time, he was able to get the boy calmed down, and being the half-blood he was -in more ways than one- he cursed and jinxed Severus himself. Remus will always have so much more self control than Sirius ever will, because according to everyone involved that bore witness as well, Remus Lupin just spit on the young wizardâs shoes and told him âtwo half-bloods donât make a whole blood, wipe the dirt off your shoes mudblood.â
It was the first and only time Remus had ever used the word, Peter said he still didnât know if he believed it was said since none of the Marauders themselves saw or heard it happen. Shortly thereafter, it came out that Snapeâs parents werenât both half bloods, which was decently respectable. He himself was the half-blood, with a wizard mother and a muggle father. Sirius was genuinely and honestly unsure who figured such a thing out, not to mention why it wasnât already common knowledge. Sirius was much less genuinely and honestly unsure of HOW the information got out although. It also was the very same reason James and Sirius had found themselves where they ended up. For Sirius, it was his first time with detention, and for James, a regular tuesday.
James wasnât that bad of a kid, quite a good one actually, the poor boy just could not keep himself tied together for the life of him. When you break enough rules, even small ones, you end up with detention. Especially from vindictive teachers, who didnât very much appreciate it when James would ask Sirius to borrow something, or start a conversation with Peter on the side, barely on topic to the class, or need help from Remus with one or two or six problems.
James was a very smart, very good individual, he just lacked focus sometimes. Sirius thought that made up part of his charm honestly. Going hand in hand with that, James could also lose his temper before being able to control it. His unfortunately troubled relationship with focus meant the boy also had a rough time feeling anything but a rush of emotions and impulsivity that was so strong he frequently, more often than not, gave into such impulses, majority of which ended in detention, not to mention a scattering of broken hearted girls as well, when his impulsivity had too positive of an energy.
Sirius knew the only real reason he could tell that much about his friend was because he was exactly the same. The only difference was that the impulsivity had been beaten out of him, but the rushes of emotions had stayed. So, when James and Sirius came together , they balanced each other out, and became quite the disgusting pair.
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Introductions//Before War
Regulus
Contrary to popular belief, Sirius Black ran away at the end of summer. Not the beginning, not the middle. Two weeks before Regulusâ third year at Hogwarts. He finally formally admitted to their parents his intent to never return later that November, after he was 16. Old and time honored Pureblood tradition called for the Blacks to hold retaliation, and they absolutely refused accusations of not adhering to tradition.
Regulus avoided all contact he could when returning to the school. Wounds too fresh still hidden under silver and green robes with a halfhearted sneer settled on his gaunt face to match. Sirius never came looking for him.
âIf he wants to follow tradition of blood traitors so be it!â Walburga shrieked to a stone faced Orion, who ate his dinner in silence. It was Christmas break, the first time the family had been together since Regulusâ mother had burnt his brotherâs face off of the family free. His father heaved a great sigh and almost for a second the 14 year old boy let himself have hope that he would speak in Siriusâ defense. He shouldnât have bothered, but foolish as a child may be, he hoped. âWeâll have to remove Alphard formally as well, the dimwit gave the traitor a fortune.â Regulus is tired.
He goes back to Hogwarts with new wounds of inadequacy. The promise of more if he shames himself as the newly instated heir. Walburgaâs claws held firm, even from hundreds of Kilometers away.
Regulus has decided he hates winter. Posture perfect, he glides through platform 9 3/4 with a poised air around him, untouchable. Heâs been beaten, bruised, and verbally abused into making sure this mask stays on at all points in time. Even when heâs standing alone at the platform, his luggage being toted off. Even when heâs surrounded by families sending their children back to school, tears and hugs included. Even when, across the platform, James Potter stands, having seen Regulus long before he realized the older boy had seen him.
James Potter was surprisingly alone, and much to his own dismay, Regulusâ eyes quickly searched around the boy in a panic. His 14 year old self couldnât handle anything happening to Sirius so soon after his older brother got out, no matter the fact he would be forever scarred from his older brotherâs abandonment. Though he could feel the mask on his face perfectly intact, when his eyes made their way back to James, the older boy had a full look of knowing mixed with pity written on his face. Regulus almost couldnât take it, then over the spectacled boys shoulder, He saw him. Sirius looked healthy. Sirius looked fed, taken care of, nurtured. Sirius looked Happy.
Regulus felt his eyes widen immediately, he could see James glance behind him to try and find out what finally broke the indifferent facade he put on. By the time James turned back around, Regulus was gone from the platform, like he was never there. Sirius hadnât seen him. Regulus was ok with that.
On the express, Regulus let himself slip back into the comfortability of his role in the Slytherin house. He was highly respected both in and out of school, and there were whispering between his parents of something large, with his name now thrown in constantly. Even the older students respected him a decent amount, and their parents wouldâve inevitably let them in on many more happenings within the wizarding society.
Narcissa was increasingly protective. His cousin understanding all too well the new stress the young boy was being put under. As well, she was in her 7th year, she would no longer get to see Regulus outside of suffocating family events. She was already betrothed to Lucius Malfoy, who had graduated Hogwarts a year prior. âA good matchâ Regulus remembered his mother cooing,âStrong, pure blood, good strong magic.â He shuddered when he thought about Narcissa having to marry the cruel Lucius he knew from formal gatherings heâd attended. Regulus was tired of losing family members.
The compartment he found himself settled in was tucked in a quiet corner on one of the last train cars. Unfortunately Regulus had the most godawful shit luck at the end of the day, so when the compartment door next flew open, a stunned Sirius stood in front of him, and honestly he couldnât for the life of him remember Walburgaâs warnings. He wouldâve gotten severely punished for the way he was gaping much like a fish if their parents were there to see him, âAn embarrassment â He heard locked away in his head in perfect rendition of his motherâs shrill voice . They stood like that for multiple minutes and Regulus could vaguely hear Siriusâ friends catching up down the trainâs corridor.
âAre you well?â tumbled out of Siriusâ mouth almost before he could control his mouth. The older boy almost looked like he regretted asking and that stung. James and Remus had caught up to the two of them, seeing the precarious scene laid in front of them.
âTu ne me parleras plus jamais .â The voice Regulus used held so much hidden emotion and everyone present could tell, but his face was a mask of disinterest. Siriusâ face fell. He looked at the ground, before saying a simple phrase and shutting the compartment door. A phrase that held no bite, but made Regulus almost break down in tears all the same.
âEt cela doit ĂȘtre le petit soldat.â Regulus was furious and hurt and just tired. Sirius left him, alone in the house of horrors, and was surprised heâs coming out mangled. Regulus was simply furious. by the time the train blows its last warning whistle, the door slides open again, this time a much more welcoming surprise awaits the young boy.
His friends, perhaps the only two people that will ever really know him, Bartemius Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier. âBlack you always choose the most inconvenient and out of the way compartments.â Barty grumbles as he trudged to sit opposite of the boy already seated. Evan followed him inside, making sure to slide the door securely shut before making his way to sit next to Barty.
âPardon me if I like a little privacy.â Regulus responded dryly, but with an almost smirk in the corners of his mouth. Try as he might to put any bite into his words with these two, he never could. He would never admit to such feelings of fondness though, Blacks were not raised to be weak. As the train starts on its journey back to the Hogsmead station, Siriusâ words still echoed through the young boys head,
âEt cela doit ĂȘtre le petit soldat.â
He would have no idea how true those words rang until the next break the student body had, the break in the Spring. His parents finally let him in on the plans they were discussing using his name. Regulus was to be Fifteen years old in the coming months. To honor his familyâs long and prestigious line of pureblood legacy, he would start initiation and the attending of their Death Eater meetings. This was Regulus Blackâs first encounter with the mounting war.
Sirius
Self pity was a godawful thing, it had been beaten out of Sirius by 5 years old. Somehow, after the full and resolute weight of his actions started to settle on his shoulders, he didnât think he could name the emotions he was feeling anything else. How selfish was he, to stand here, self pitying, when he left his brother to the wolves den.
âHe seems alright, like he wants to be there.â He can hear the old manâs voice clearly in his head. The express gave its last warning whistle and Sirius trudged forward to catch up with his friends. Peter and James were further ahead, in a heated debate about the best strategies to start off games of Exploding Snap. For a split second, Sirius feels the effects of his childhood, he feels embarrassed by the childishness of the conversation. He struggles so hard to shake off his parentsâ ideals, even now.
âAnd your Fourteen year old brother was supposed to oh-so-easily as well?â The slimey voice that curls up from the worst parts of his brain whispers in his ear. Itâs becoming shamefully frequent that Sirius is almost choked by his own emotions. In that moment he can only thank merlin for Remus Lupin.
âIn Mythology this coming term weâre supposed to be talking about werewolves and honestly Iâm not sure how Iâll be able to restrain myself from the jokes on that one.â Remus said quietly to the boy, having started walking beside him without Sirius realizing. This time, Sirius choked for real, as a laugh bubbled his way out of his chest before he could help it.
âIâm allowed to laugh right? This isnât mean?â He said through giggles, only half serious. Remus pushed him just a little, his smile not moving from his tired face. Sirius didnât know how Remus always knew, but Remus always knew when he wasnât quiet there. Whenever heâd lose himself a little bit to the storm going on under the surface, and somehow, Remus could always pull him back out. James might be his brother, but Remus meant something else entirely to Sirius and he was forever grateful for his close friendship and knowing eyes.
Very shortly after Remus pulled him out, the two of them caught up to the compartment the boys had found.
The door slid shut as they settled and a slow tension filled the small space, an Elephant clearly in the room, but at times like these there was always an elephant in the room. War was mounting.
James cleared his throat, âRemus,â He started, but paused. Words becoming a bit heavy. âJust know weâre really all here for ya, so youâll tell us if anything happens, yeah?â It was a bit vague, but they all knew what he talked about. Remus was a half-blood. The Potters may be blood traitors, but their blood still ran pure, old, and powerful. Peter was pureblood. And Sirius, for the newly instated blood traitor he might be, he was a Black. And if they had even the slightest chance, theyâd torture him back into submission. Into insanity even. And erase all history of him defecting. Better than birthing a Blood Traitor.
Remusâ face got tight around the edges, and for all that the lanky boy was good at reading Sirius, the curly headed boy had no idea how to reciprocate. âI appreciate it, but letâs not be dramatic, weâre barely 16.â Even though the statement was phrased as a joke, only a terse laughter followed. War didnât know ages. The group was a mix of 15 and 16 year old boys, not old enough to be directly included in much conversation between adults, but old enough to know. The boys settled into a comfortable rhythm as the train started its journey onto Hogwarts.
Sirius knew which side of the war he was destined for, and he knew which side of the war he stood on now. What he didnât know, is what to do if that wasnât the same place. He was furious and hurt, and there was a great possibility that he would have those feelings, which at the point you could argue ran closer to scars, for the rest of his life. Heâd left his brother to inherit what he couldnât, but it would be fine. Regulus was always a stronger person than him about their parents. Heâd recently learned as well, an uncle heâd only met briefly, and exchanged few words with before he ran, had left him an inheritance, and one singular letter that was worth just as much as the gold.
âWe are not pure blood extremists, weâre just people living in the life we have to. My boy you just had the strength of spirit I did not posses. Good. Do good. The Blacks have power in their veins. Keep your power and live selfishly and well. Fight selfishly for what you believe in, because what you believe in is something bigger than us and the outlandish courage you posses will push you far. As the selfish Black I am and was raised to be, Iâm glad. Iâm glad you ran. Iâm glad you got out.â
The letter itself was 2 pages long, but certain snippets would remain forever in his head. He kept the pages carefully folded and tucked into any book bag he ever carried. It gave him a resolve he needed. And selfishly, it felt good to know there had been a family member proud of what he did. There was a lull in whatever conversation the other boys were having, and Sirius took a rare moment and let the quiet but careful words be said out loud. âIâm glad Iâm on this side of the war.â He finally let himself think about what he wouldâve been forced into if he hadnât left. He looked up and around at his friends, who all looked back with varying expressions of apparent sadness, he couldnât really figure out why they looked at him like that sometimes.
âLetâs all make sure we come out the other side, yea?â James said with a lopsided grin, it didnât really reach his eyes. War was coming, surely and fiercely. It was getting dangerous. Sirius decided that, like the selfish Black he was, he was going to try his damndest to keep this, his four friends, His family. Something told him, inside, that war would not be so kind.
James
James Potter understood why his parents were okay with being blood traitors when Sirius would talk about his childhood. The beliefs pushed upon such a young child. The methods dehumanizing and humiliating. James Potter understands that he was lucky. So when he sees a young Regulus Black, looking incredibly similar to his Sirius, but so so different, he canât help but Pity him.
The younger boy was known as Malicious and Cruel at school, so James Potter didnât want to know the outcome of expressing such feelings, but he thinks heâll pity the young boy regardless. He pitied Sirius as well. He knew that feeling would never be well received so he did his best to hide it under mischief and bright smiles. He would be the optimistic rock Sirius desperately needed. And when war eventually turned into genuine war, and it weighed too heavy, he had Peter, and Remus.
He neednât bother Sirius with anything but his homework, Sirius was worse than James was, and they needed to make sure they stayed in the top ranks of their classes, his parents were insistent. The night Sirius arrived, he had his first memorable and significant conversation with his parents. âWe have a responsibility to him now.â They had said to James,â We have to make sure he has the best future available to him, which means you have to help him focus on school, because thatâs going to be difficult for him right now.â
James had agreed full heartedly. They had a responsibility to Sirius now.
Maybe itâs because of that responsibility that he pitied the other Black boy the way he did. No matter. Sirius had given the impression that he had tried with Regulus to no avail, so maybe the boy really had been corrupted by the terrible Walburga and Orion Blackâs ways of thinking.
James was tired.
He wanted to stop having to think about things bigger than his friends and his studies, he didnât want to worry about news paper headlines and his familyâs lives. James just wanted to be 16, with his friends, the worst people to worry about being school bullies. Instead, those school bullies are maniacal and prejudiced. Theyâre conniving. Jamesâ head hurts when he thinks about it too often. He doesnât think heâs much built for the war. He can tell his parents think differently.
They have firm stances and beliefs and refuse to have such things questioned. James agrees enthusiastically with their stances, but selfish as he may be, he just wants to be a normal kid. Thatâs probably insensitive of him, considering some lives of his classmates will never come close to normal, but the 16 year old boy part of his brain asks him why he owes the world anything either. Why itâs HIS problem.
Then he looks at his best friend and fully understands why itâs HIS problem. Why someone like him has to do something. Because sometimes no one else really can. Heâs decided he has a Responsibility. Not only to Sirius, but to Remus, a half-blood, and Peter, who never asked for the effects of war much like himself.
James and Peter found a new brotherhood that year, as the two most unaffected if any sort of blood related hate crime were to happen. They were both pure bloods with protections. Remus was a half-blood, and Sirius was a Black-Blood traitor which was dangerous in its own right. Sometimes, he felt like he could talk about easier with the smaller boy, he was a good friend.
âSooo, James, you think any girls will be worth your time this year, or are you just gunna be a nuisance the whole time again?â Peter asked into the slightly terse silence that had fallen over the group after Jamesâ lighthearted response. The remainder of the harsh atmosphere shattered completely with Peterâs blaring change of subject. For all that Peter was good at reading Jamesâ emotions, the boy himself was not subtle at all.
James let out a hearty laugh at this sudden accusation and change of subject, âPetey you wound me!â He said simply, âOnce I see a girl who can actually keep up with Me, and Us -and that is NOT me being cocky mind you!-â He gave a pointed look at all of his friends seated around him who were holding in their protests and hardly concealed laughs, âMAYBE Iâll consider her, until then, why should I take any of them seriously.â He said, and Remus, ever the dry sense of humor, added in, in nothing louder than a mumble, âEspecially since youâve already got one of those.â
At that comment from Remus of all options, the other two boys broke, Peter and Sirius were howling with laughter as teenage boys ought to do. James looked at Remus sitting there with a small, almost smug smile at the reaction he got from the two boys. He knew heâd never admit it, but this is what he was going for any time he made an offhand comment or joke, just for the boys to have a carefree moment, James could tell.
James was glad this was a multiway friendship, because he wasnât sure heâdve been able to do this all alone. He was so happy, and proud of who he decided to surround himself with, even if they were a little broken in some cases. A were wolf, a Traitor, and a boy a little too meek to survive on his own. He had his work and responsibilities cut out for him in this one.
He would make sure all four of them had a good term, and as much as he could help it despite the circumstances of mounting war, a good remainder of their schooling.
Remus
Sirius Black was drowning and Remus had no idea how to get to him. He had no life jacket or boat. There was no magical solution. Remus had resigned himself to barely keeping the boy afloat. He just had to keep going, theyâd figure something out.
It was getting easier to recognize when Sirius was a little lost. When his eyes lost focus, Remus could tell he was confronting ghosts, that his emotions had risen with rotten claws to tear what they could. Remus always tried to distract him somehow. He had learned that laughter was the easiest deterrent. He could do that, Remus could work with that.
This year, Remus had started talking more. He had started making more of an effort, had started to show more of his truly Gryffindor side. If Sirius Blackâs happiness was what it took to finally prove to himself why the sorting hat put him here so be it. A tad embarrassing, he would admit, but he would deal with that when he had the emotional capacity to.
Remus could tell Sirius was guilty about something, but he could never quite figure out what. There was a host of things it could be related to, his brother was the biggest possibility, but he felt it was much more specific than that. He was desperate to make sure he made it out of this alive and well. In his opinion, the boy had enough suffering in his childhood, he wanted his future to be better. Remus was already cursed so it was easy to make sure what could go to Sirius, fell to him instead.
Remus was grateful that there were the four of them, this as a one man job mightâve been impossible. But with the four of them together, Remus could almost believe that they would be some of the lucky ones. They had been thus far.
The following Term had gone by in a flash, and while Remus studied his own kind in his classes, Sirius and Peter had come to the four of them with a discovery of their own.
âAnimagus.â Sirius repeated in a hushed voice one night in the door room that housed the four Gryffindor boys. âWe donât know much about it-â Peter cut off Siriusâs sentence, âBut weâre gunna learn! Weâll find books and reports and such!â James seemed to be catching on much faster than Remus was about the meaning of this conversation.
âDo you two have any leads on anything?â James asked, the gears visibly turning in his head as he snatched one of the loose leaf papers Sirius and Peter had with notes and scribbles about these âAnimagusâ they talked about. Remus shook his head, hoping to catch up.
âIâm- Iâm sorry I seem to be incredibly lost, whatâs happening here?â Remus asked, hoping for genuine clarification rather than the boys usually brand of confusion first.
âTheyâre wizards that can change into Animals at will, and one of the footnotes in one of the dusty books in the back of the library said something about being able to BECOME one, through something, Iâm guessing like a ritual, or spell.â Peter started rambling.
âOr potion!â James added in, alright so he definitely caught on much faster than Remus did. Sirius lit up at this addition, âWe knew youâd be on board!â the curly haired boy stated ecstatically.
âGuys.â Remus said resolutely, âWhat is the plan? What are we on board with?â HE rushed out in the small silence he was able to garner.
âWeâre going to research Animagus-â
âTo help you!â
âWith your, yâknow⊠affliction. Since humans arenât really much help you see.â James added, prior knowledge putting dots together Sirius and Peter hadnât explained yet. He was a pure blooded Wizard, born and raised. Of course he knew things like this already.
Remus immediately had his doubts, as the boys inevitably knew he would, but they reassured him with words and promises. They promised to do proper research. They would figure out if Animagus were too âhumanâ to fool the wolf. Remus had his doubts and worries, but this gave Sirius a purpose he hadnât seen the boy have since he was living with his brother. In an extremely selfish way, this made Remus ecstatic.
Maybe this was why he was much easier to convince about such a dangerous act for his sake than the boys anticipated, but they were desperate to help their friend. he was the good of the group, the only one to give them a voice of reason and was one of the key reasons they stayed out of detention more often than they were in it. Remus didnât mind being selfish if it meant this was his result. Selfishly, he wanted whatever war was slowly brewing to stay far far away while he had his sanctuary here with these three.
He knew there was truly no hope for this, considering the war, when it finally broke, would be at their doorstep in days. He still held this selfish wish in his heart. At times like these he could forget that Sirius was made for the other side and fought his way out. He could forget Peter and Jamesâ constant supervision over the two of them, he could act like their teenage years were next to normal. HE so desperately wished theyâd stay that way.
