Forgiven -Sirius + Lupin-A lone figure stood in the garden of the Burrow; everyone was inside and out of the rain, everyone but the one figure who would rather be in the cold than with everyone and the company. The tears that streamed down the figures cheeks blended and mixed with the cool winter rain hiding the tears from the world. The cold air nipped and bit at his skin, but he refused to go inside. How could they be so happy and joyful celebrating the start of the winter holidays, when he was so miserable? It just wasnt fair, and he didnt want to think about the reason behind his silent and deliberate misery.
His fists clenched, his teeth started to chatter, the clothes that covered his body clung and stuck to his skin, completely soaked. Why, why did he still feel this way after so many years? Had he not in fact thought his best friend to be a murderer? To be the murderer who killed his other friends? How could this have happened? Why the hell did he still feel this way?! His body shook,
Sirius and RemusJames shook the water out of his hair. It had been a long, wet quidditch match and he didn't appreciate having to fly in a gail of sleet, snow and slytherin abuse. He smiled as he remembered the repeated jeers and catcalling as his team duck and dove to victory. Gryffindor had won the cup and he was their hero. James Potter, Quidditch Extraordinare.
"Prongs!" James turned on his heel and grinned. Sirius, Remus and Peter were running up the corridor. . He leaned against the wall as he watched them approach. Sirius with his long, scruffy hair falling across his face and his tall, strong body leading the way, Remus with his scarred face and height and following in their shadow, Peter, short and fat, failing to keep up. Sirius threw his arms around James body engulfing him in a hug. James laughed and tried, but failed to push him away, despite James quidditch strength, he was no match for Sirius. Eventually he stopped trying to resist and placed his arms around his friends neck. He looked
Our First... CH 1A/N: Remus and Sirius slash in a world where Padfoot was never blamed for Peter's/the Muggle deaths.
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The only sounds Remus could hear while he washed the lunch dishes were the chirping birds outside, the wind whistling and the clinking of the utensils as he set them down in the dryer. It was very peaceful.
It was normally noisy after lunch, so Remus knew that something was amiss. He set the plate he'd been drying down and went room to room, searching for the cause of the silence.
He found it sitting in his bedroom with his and Sirius' photo album sitting open on his lap. "What're you doing, Harry?" he asked the little boy, walking further into the room and sat next to him on the bed.
The little boy beamed up at Remus and pointed to the moving picture of the Marauders during their first week at Hogwarts. James' parents had let him take their camera so he could send them pictures of his new friends. "This looks like you and Pa
by: Mira Black
It was an early morning in Gryffindor tower, the first hints of the sun's rays were peeking through the window and just a handful of students and professors were up and about. Among this handful were 5th years Remus Lupin and James Potter.
James was already dressed for his early morning Quidditch practice. They had the first game of the year versus Slytherin later that day. And Remus was checking himself in the mirror and adjusting his prefect badge for what seemed like the hundredth time. James eyed Remus and then smirked,
"You're really proud of that thing aren't you Moony?"
"What?" Remus replied as he turned around to look at James, "What are you talking about Prongs?"
"That..." James stabbed with his broom at the spot on Remus' robes where a scarlet and gold 'P' showed.
"Oh yeah, " Remus replied sarcastically, "I'm so proud to be chosen for the honor of prefect. Especially since this title was bestowed upon me because I have two uncontrollable trouble