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Sirius may be in the midst of swigging down his third flute of wine for the night but he’s still gut enough wits about him to plot out an elaborate and mutinous murder, namely directed towards the redheaded harpy that goes by Lily in the light of day. James might mourn for a while— her being the love of his life and all; And sure Harry might go through some struggles without a mum for a bit, but she deserves it. The murder is completely justified and they’ll see as much in due time.
Now listen, Sirius has never been much for dramatics, but he can solemnly swear that this bloke is officially the driest person he has ever had the misfortune of meeting, and there’s no way Lily wasn’t privy to as much when she diabolically set them up on this treacherous blind date— Truly evil, She’s probably getting him back for that business with teaching Harry that cursing during footie matches is perfectly allowed, or maybe how he had stuck a chewed up piece of gum onto the back of James’s head which resulted in him sporting a porcupine sort of hairdo for two months straight. Or maybe it’s because of how he ran over her hydrangeas the last time he was parking his motorbike in their driveway.
Well no matter, all of that withstanding, it doesn’t give her permission for this monstrosity of a date! It’s literally worse than last month when Sirius had gone out with that bird who tried saying people who aren’t strict, raw vegans are the scum of the earth while Sirius was cutting into his very juicy, very prominent steak. Or a couple weeks ago when he went out with that berk from tinder who ended up divulging that he doesn’t think Brexit is really all that bad. Or even the time— Right, well, Sirius hasn’t had any luck in the dating scene in a while, but that doesn’t deter from the fact that Lily Evans is pure evil incarnate.
Sirius shall get his revenge.
Benjy— his wayward date for the night— has now begun droning on about the woes of his job as an investment banker, and Sirius only keeps his head up for the mere purpose of collecting enough evidence for the impending murder trial.
“Oh blimey,” Sirius shouts in as believable of a way as he can muster, phone clutched in one hand as he scrambles for his jacket in the other. “I’m sorry bout this mate but my younger brother has just texted me, apparently there’s a problem with him erm— His hair.”
Benjy blinks up at him, confused as all get out. “His hair?”
“Oh yes, yes. The damn bugger tried bleaching it himself but it seems to have went awry.” Sirius tells him hurriedly, tossing down a couple notes to pay for his drinks and untouched salad. “Rotten timing I know, but the woes of being the oldest, I’m sure you understand.”
“Erm, actually I’m an only child.”
“Ah, lucky you. Well Ta for tonight and get home safe, yeah?” Sirius smiles congenially at him while rushing off to the exit before Benjy can do something as stupid as asking to do this again some time.
He’s going to murder Lily Marie Evans if it’s the last thing he does.
Sirius walks into the Potter abode— having a key since they bought the cottage almost a decade ago now— with his mouth already open for some choice words to flee at Lily, but shuts it immediately when he sees his God son in the living room in front of his parents’s perch on the sofa, playing a game of snap with another kid his age. And Sirius might be angry, but he has some tact, some modicum of propriety, even if he wishes he didn’t.
“Uncle Pads!” Harry crows when first spotting him, leaping up to tackle Sirius with a hug that makes him stagger back with its ferocity.
“Oi Haz, ‘s only been a couple days since we went to the aquarium,” Sirius laughs, lifting him up effortlessly and carding a doting hand through his mop of hair. “Have some restraint man.”
“Wonder who taught’m that,” Lily needles shrewdly, smirking at Sirius in a way that tells him that she knew exactly what she was doing when she set him up with Benjy.
Sirius only glares, mouthing bitch at her from above Harry’s shoulder and making Lily laugh in pure delight.
“So he wasn’t a good fit, eh?” She asks once Harry scrambled back down.
“He was a bloody bore,” Sirius harrumphs.
“Oi, watch the tongue Sirius,” James scolds, standing up just to cuff him round the head. “I know you’ve ruined Harry already but Teddy’s not ours so we better not return him to his father sounding like a sailor.”
“Right, right, I’ll hold my tongue Potter.” Sirius sniffs airily, letting himself be dragged by Harry to the center of the room and showing him how he’s absolutely destroying the competition. “Nice Haz, you’re doing brilliant. Though looks like your friend here is right at your heals.”
“Ted’s the best Sirius!” Harry squawks with all the conviction of a six year old. “He can read as good as the third graders and he always picks me first when we play footie for Recess and we always trade lunches on Tuesdays!”
The other boy beams, and Sirius wonders if the pair of them will carry on the Marauders legacy that James and Sirius had left behind. “Da always packs me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich even though I hate peanut butter.”
“Ah, I see, and what do you get from my God son then?”
“Mum’s gross cheese and pickle ones,” Harry chirps, picking up the box of legos from the corner before plopping down besides Teddy again to begin building with him.
“See if I ever make your lunches again you ungrateful little sprog,” Lily harrumphs teasingly, smiling down at the pair of them as she walks off to the kitchen to grab her ringing mobile.
“So he was a plonker then?” James says under his breath to Sirius before strolling back to the sofa.
“I seriously contemplated stabbing my hand for some entertainment value for a solid ten minutes.”
James rolls his eyes at the dramatics but the pair of boys only cackle over the shrilling of the doorbell. “I suppose I’m getting that Jem?”
“I’m just so tired,” James bemoans, , stretching his arms out and dropping them promptly.
“You gots to put five quid in the jar now Uncle Pads!” Harry instructs, and Sirius mock pouts.
“No mercy for your favorite God father.”
“Only ten more and I can buy that skateboard,” Harry retorts brightly, falling into excited chatter with Teddy about his own.
“None of you Potters have any loyalty, I swear,” Sirius grumbles as he putters back to the front entrance and swings open the door only to have him immediately second guessing that whole atheist shtick he’s got going for him, because damn. God fucking damn it. Holy shit!
Standing there, right in front of him, is the fittest bloke Sirius has ever had the pleasure of resting his eyes on. No not fittest— that’s to crude of a description. Angelic, beautiful, God damn gorgeous. He’s all lovely curls that fall artfully to one side of his forehead, and ridiculously large, ridiculously startling eyes fringed by thick lashes and the most precious, most lovely, most heart wrenching little half grin.
