Disclaimer: I don't own it. And therefore cry myself gently to sleep every night.
Note: This was a fun little project done in three nights. I would ask a friend for a number and word and then decide how the number would apply to the story. Part one actually takes place after part two as to set up the mood.
A Marauder Adventure in Three Parts
Part One
"Remind me exactly why we did that," Remus says, looking uncharacteristically shaken up and pale. He pauses to lean against the new fence by Hagrid's hut. Small, round, orange things are starting to appear among the leafy greens since their planting two days before, but Remus doesn't have time to ponder this anomaly.
"Why not?" Sirius grins, but it's uneasy, as if he's trying to cover up his own panic and nausea. He picks a small stick out of his hair. "We escaped unharmed, didn't we?"
"Wish I could say the same for my cloak," James says mournfully, appearing from the tree line, Invisibility Cloak wrapped up in his arms like a newborn baby. "Peter nearly killed himself untangling it from that bush." He shoots a pointed look at Sirius.
For once, Sirius doesn't bother to try and put the blame on someone else. "Where is Wormtail, anyway?"
A loud heaving sound is heard in the distance, before Peter totters into view, the physical embodiment of what all of them feel. "Shouldn't have eaten that second helping of dinner," he manages to get out faintly.
This time it's Remus who is losing his mashed potatoes, among the baby pumpkin plants.
"Sorry." Sirius's statement can hardly be heard.
"Excuse me?" James asks. "I almost mistook the wind for an apology." He's angry, Sirius can tell, but not so much that he won't speak to Sirius.
"Sorry," Sirius says again, more boldly.
Remus heaves again.
"Perhaps you shouldn't be apologizing to me," James suggests. "Come on, Wormtail, I'll take you to Pomfrey. She'll be expecting us." The strange shape that is James and Peter morphs into a shadow and then disappears in the distance.
Sirius is almost afraid to approach Remus. Not so much because of the fact that his werewolf friend has just been violently ill and his face suggests that he will continue to be ill, possibly all over Sirius, but more because his face also suggests he will relish in being ill all over Sirius.
"Lovely pumpkins," he says finally, casting a desperate glance towards the patch.
"Yes. Lovely," Remus grunts.
"Are you angry with me?" he asks.
Remus merely groans, and that thing happens to his face, where it's obvious he's annoyed and upset and million other things, but he's not really. Sirius can't really describe it. It's just a thing. Moony's thing.
"I'll help you to the hospital wing," Sirius offers, and Remus is ill all over his shoes.