in honour of the marauders 50 year friend-aversary!
it was september 1st, 1971 at 10:00am, and sirius black was not excited for the year ahead.
he knew what was going to happen- he knew he would end up in slytherin, as every black did. he knew he would have to make friends with the same sort of people cissy and bella were friends with. he knew he would become what his mother wanted of him, weather he liked it or not.
but sirius wasnāt going to be a carbon copy of his family. he didnāt believe in their blood supremacy or their values, he didnāt care about social status or surnames. he didnāt want to become what his mother wanted of him.
it was september 1st, 1971 at 2:00pm, and sirius black had made a friend.
well, he had made three friends- there was james; who had far too much energy and a personality as electric as siriusā own. there was remus; who had been quiet and nervous at first but let himself smile a bit more as each minute passed. there was peter; who bounded in with snacks to share and jokes to crack, as if he had known the other boys all his life.
sirius knew then, that these three boys were going to be his best friends- a potter, a half-blood and.. peter. he knew then, that he certainly was not going to become what his mother wanted of him, and he couldnāt find it in him to care.
it was september 1st, 1972 at 9:00am, and sirius was far too excited to leave the house for his motherās liking: not that he cared. he was littered with fresh bruises and scars. his hair had been cut again. his gryffindor scarf had been ripped up and sure, his neck was pretty chilly, but he was going to see his friends again and that was all that mattered to him.
it was september 1st, 1972 at 11:00am, and sirius relaxed for the first time in two months. he was around his favourite people on the way to his favourite place. he laughed and joked with james and peter about jamesā new crush on a girl named lily evans. remus gave sirius a book to read and laughed at james with him (because really, evans?).
everything was the way sirius had been looking forward to. moments like those were the ones that kept him sane when he was barred up in grimmauld place.
he would have to go home again in a few months, he would have to listen to howlers and read letters putting him to shame. but he was with his friends again, and that was all that mattered to him.
it was september 1st, 1973 at 10:00am, and sirius black had spent the summer trying to drown out all the meetings happening in the room below his bed, all the beatings he secured himself, all the fights his mere existence seemed to cause.
all he wanted all he needed was to see his friends again- to remind him that he wasnāt by himself.
it was september 1st, 1973 at 6:00pm, and sirius blackās smile was wider than it had been in months. the food on his plate wasnāt earned by being quiet, the people around him werenāt scolding his every move. the boy beside him was still reading, putting his book down every few moments to laugh at jokes. the boys opposite him were trying to get the attention of the girls along the table (and failing miserably).
he was surrounded by love and joy and relief and friends.
it was september 1st, 1974 at 4:00am, and sirius black couldnāt sleep. he hadnāt slept in days, far too excited for the day ahead of him. he couldnāt stop thinking. he was far too excited to see remus. and to see james and peter too, of course.
the summer hadnāt been awful; his parents were preoccupied with their meetings and the flurries of people around the house. sirius had holed himself up in his room, wishing the days away and whispering meaningless chatter with regulus.
it was september 1st, 1974 at 12:00pm, and sirius black had not been functioning properly since remus entered the train compartment (for reasons unrelated to remus and purely coincidental).
sirius pushed everything that wasnāt laughter to the bottom of his head as he got back into the routine of school and being around friends. the year had promise and potential and things were looking up. he was well and truly happy.
it was september 1st, 1975 at 9:00am, and sirius black was using the housemaidās concealer to hide the bruises on his cheeks- he couldnāt use a spell until he got to hogwarts and his friends would have seen by then. he piled on as much as he could without looking odd- it was bad enough that his parents knew he was gay, but wearing makeup would have earned him another round of the cruciatus curse. he shuddered.
it was september 1st, 1975 at 7:00pm, and sirius black was quite enjoying the fruit crumble in front of him. he was not enjoying, however, remusā worried glances, jamesā un-subtle questions and peterās hesitation to touch him. they knew something had happened that summer- no matter how happy he had been since 11am, the makeup was wearing off, the smile was growing smaller, they could tell.
before he could speak, sirius felt a warm hand slide over his hesitantly under the table. a slow blush crept up his cheeks as remus squeezed his hand. the meal went on, and neither of them let go until they had to.
it was september 1st, 1976 at 8:00am, and sirius black still wasnāt tired of euphemia potterās breakfasts. two months of pancakes, waffles, flavoursome spreads and fruit never seemed to get old. for once, he had enjoyed his summer- enjoyed everything about it. remus and peter had stayed for a few weeks. sirius couldnāt hold back his smile as he reminded himself of how remusā lips tasted and how his hair smelled. the hatred between the marauders and the girls had finally sizzled out, leaving only memories of insults to speak of to future children.
as sirius pulled on his jeans, he smiled to himself.
it was september 1st, 1976 at 4:00pm, and sirius black watched dusk draw closer and closer through the window of the train. the group in the compartment had grown since their previous years, and now he listened to james, remus, peter, lily, marlene, mary and dorcas around him.
marlene was cuddled into dorcas by the door, and dorcas was stroking her hair- certainly not unusual for the two. james and lily were risking small glances at eachother, sometimes looking up at one other at the same time (which seemed to sufficiently embarrass lily).
he snapped himself back into the conversation, listening to remusā story and trying not to get distracted by the delicate smiles he kept shooting over at sirius.
it was september 1st, 1977 at 9:00am, and sirius black was pulling down polaroids from his room in the potterās house and moving them to his trunk. he rifled through them: lily, alice and mary in their tent, james, dorcas and frank aggressively sharing a bottle of firewhiskey, remus wearing siriusā hoodie (that one was siriusā favourite), peter trying to teach marlene how to bake, lily and james un-subtly holding hands under the table.
sirius placed them carefully in his trunk and smiled. these are the best years of my life. these are the memories that will last a lifetime no matter how many more i make.
it was september 1st, 1977 at 11:00pm, and sirius black was sat curled into remus on his favourite armchair, watching inquisitively as dorcas proved how awful she was at firewhisky charades (a game invented by peter in fifth year: every time someone guesses wrong, the actor takes a sip of firewhisky). alice ventured a guess (cornish pixie) that was inevitably wrong, forcing james to hand the bottle to dorcas once more. not one person round the fireplace had a straight face.
right as sirius was about to speak, he was overcome with a wave of something he had never felt so strongly- he was sat among his favourite people, his chosen family. he was exactly where he should be: in his boyfriendās arms around the fire in gryffindor common room, with the nine people he loved most in the world.
he was right where he belonged.
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