Title: No Pain, No Gain.
Dedicated to- Bow Ozinski, who lost her four year battle with breath cancer tonight. I know it's a shitty tribute, a fucking inconsequential fanfic, especially to such an amazing woman. You were like a mum to me and you will be greatly missed and I don't know what more I can say. Is it significant that you died on the same day as Christ? Who knows, knowing you, you willed it to happen as one last mark of irony. You introduced me to the joys of fur and kippers and so much that can't be said here. Trisha, Jo, Julia my thoughts and sympathy are with you. I love you all so much and words can't express how I feel for you.
Disclaimer- nothing is mine.
Warning- R for swearing
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Sirius was lying on his bed in the dormitory. The summer was approaching fast and from the onset it was clearly going to be a bitch. He flopped on his stomach and looked at the other occupant of the room. "It's hot," he said stating the obvious, "I have to get out of this room. Wanta go down and sit by the lake and poke the squid with a stick? It'll be fun. And maybe there'll be a breeze down there."
Peter looked up from the book he was reading. "Why not? I can concentrate in this heat."
They meandered down to the common room and grabbed Remus just as James walked in, in a huff. He looked bleary eyed, he'd either been drinking or crying or both. "So I finally told Lily. She hates me!" he said as he slumped into a chair. "And I don't want to sound brash but I'm a marauder, I don't get scorned. Women line up around the Great Hall for the chance to have me even look at them!"
"Damn straight!" said Sirius with a smile. "Come down and poke the squid with us? It should be fun." He said poking his best friend softly. "We could shout insults at it and run away when it tries to attack. Better yet! Get the invisibility cloak, it'll be so confused."
James just shook his head irritably. "I think I'd rather get drunk and drown myself in the Prefect's bathroom tub." He said conjuring a six pack of Butter Beer from thin air.
"I think you're more likely to get overly hydrated rather than drunk on that stuff man, it's baby's stuff. Ya wanta get drunk? We'll go get a lot of mead in our systems later. Ya wanta be dead? Well my friend, I'll drop a fucking rock on your head later. But first come and have some fun. It'll be like a last meal before the Dementor's kiss. You can't sulk in here. You're a marauder women don't reject you, you let them think they did so they don't get their tender feelings hurt."
"No, Pad, thanks but I need ten minutes to brood over the lovely Miss Evans. Maybe I'll take you up on the drinking trip later, but right now I think I'd just be a drag to be with."
"Do you want us to stay?" asked Padfoot.
"No, I'd rather be alone." He said laconically and downed a bottle of the amber liquid.
Sirius hid his hurt expression. "Well you know where we are."
The three walked out of the Gryffindor house via the picture frame. He stopped slowly as the picture swung back into place, walked to the wall, faced it, and began repeatedly braining himself.
"As much as I love to see how much blunt head trauma it takes for you to give yourself an aneurysm, I think you should just come out and tell Jay, no pun intended there." Said Remus with a smirk.
"Agreed. Your tortured 'wow is me that I must love my best friend' act was funny for the first four years. But now it's starting to wear." Said Peter.
"Oh, yes I can see the conversation now: 'James, there is something I'd like to tell you.' 'Sure, Sigh, just let me go write a love sonnet to Lily Fucking Evans first. . . Now what did you want?' 'I want to declare my undying love to you.' 'Isn't that swell, say help me pick a perfume for Lily, who by the way isn't worthy of touching my feet.' I think I'd like to skip the inevitable soul crushing pain of being rejected, call me mad."
"You don't know that for sure, Sirius. Maybe it would be different." Said Peter softly.
"Yeah, you're right, he might never want to talk to me again. Thanks but no thanks."
"You would never lose his friendship, not over this." Said Remus trying to make him see the light.
"Oh yeah? And what you know this through the many times you've come out to your best friend who you love?" asked Sirius sarcastically.
"In a way, yes. No one likes werewolves, we're evil, vile, mudblood creatures. But if you three can look over that, why do you think he would hate you for this? The worst that could happen is that he says no."
"Oh and how bad could that be right? It's only like having your still beating heart ripped out of your chest, stamped on, and handed to you on a platter with an olive sprig and a condescending voice asking if you can still be friends. I think not, you maybe into pain, but that's not my scene."
"Fine, but as Madam Hooche says when setting bones during Quidditch practice: no pain, no gain." Said Remus.
"I know," said Sirius softly with a raw voice.
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Dedicated to- Bow Ozinski, who lost her four year battle with breath cancer tonight. I know it's a shitty tribute, a fucking inconsequential fanfic, especially to such an amazing woman. You were like a mum to me and you will be greatly missed and I don't know what more I can say. Is it significant that you died on the same day as Christ? Who knows, knowing you, you willed it to happen as one last mark of irony. You introduced me to the joys of fur and kippers and so much that can't be said here. Trisha, Jo, Julia my thoughts and sympathy are with you. I love you all so much and words can't express how I feel for you.
Disclaimer- nothing is mine.
Warning- R for swearing
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Sirius was lying on his bed in the dormitory. The summer was approaching fast and from the onset it was clearly going to be a bitch. He flopped on his stomach and looked at the other occupant of the room. "It's hot," he said stating the obvious, "I have to get out of this room. Wanta go down and sit by the lake and poke the squid with a stick? It'll be fun. And maybe there'll be a breeze down there."
Peter looked up from the book he was reading. "Why not? I can concentrate in this heat."
They meandered down to the common room and grabbed Remus just as James walked in, in a huff. He looked bleary eyed, he'd either been drinking or crying or both. "So I finally told Lily. She hates me!" he said as he slumped into a chair. "And I don't want to sound brash but I'm a marauder, I don't get scorned. Women line up around the Great Hall for the chance to have me even look at them!"
"Damn straight!" said Sirius with a smile. "Come down and poke the squid with us? It should be fun." He said poking his best friend softly. "We could shout insults at it and run away when it tries to attack. Better yet! Get the invisibility cloak, it'll be so confused."
James just shook his head irritably. "I think I'd rather get drunk and drown myself in the Prefect's bathroom tub." He said conjuring a six pack of Butter Beer from thin air.
"I think you're more likely to get overly hydrated rather than drunk on that stuff man, it's baby's stuff. Ya wanta get drunk? We'll go get a lot of mead in our systems later. Ya wanta be dead? Well my friend, I'll drop a fucking rock on your head later. But first come and have some fun. It'll be like a last meal before the Dementor's kiss. You can't sulk in here. You're a marauder women don't reject you, you let them think they did so they don't get their tender feelings hurt."
"No, Pad, thanks but I need ten minutes to brood over the lovely Miss Evans. Maybe I'll take you up on the drinking trip later, but right now I think I'd just be a drag to be with."
"Do you want us to stay?" asked Padfoot.
"No, I'd rather be alone." He said laconically and downed a bottle of the amber liquid.
Sirius hid his hurt expression. "Well you know where we are."
The three walked out of the Gryffindor house via the picture frame. He stopped slowly as the picture swung back into place, walked to the wall, faced it, and began repeatedly braining himself.
"As much as I love to see how much blunt head trauma it takes for you to give yourself an aneurysm, I think you should just come out and tell Jay, no pun intended there." Said Remus with a smirk.
"Agreed. Your tortured 'wow is me that I must love my best friend' act was funny for the first four years. But now it's starting to wear." Said Peter.
"Oh, yes I can see the conversation now: 'James, there is something I'd like to tell you.' 'Sure, Sigh, just let me go write a love sonnet to Lily Fucking Evans first. . . Now what did you want?' 'I want to declare my undying love to you.' 'Isn't that swell, say help me pick a perfume for Lily, who by the way isn't worthy of touching my feet.' I think I'd like to skip the inevitable soul crushing pain of being rejected, call me mad."
"You don't know that for sure, Sirius. Maybe it would be different." Said Peter softly.
"Yeah, you're right, he might never want to talk to me again. Thanks but no thanks."
"You would never lose his friendship, not over this." Said Remus trying to make him see the light.
"Oh yeah? And what you know this through the many times you've come out to your best friend who you love?" asked Sirius sarcastically.
"In a way, yes. No one likes werewolves, we're evil, vile, mudblood creatures. But if you three can look over that, why do you think he would hate you for this? The worst that could happen is that he says no."
"Oh and how bad could that be right? It's only like having your still beating heart ripped out of your chest, stamped on, and handed to you on a platter with an olive sprig and a condescending voice asking if you can still be friends. I think not, you maybe into pain, but that's not my scene."
"Fine, but as Madam Hooche says when setting bones during Quidditch practice: no pain, no gain." Said Remus.
"I know," said Sirius softly with a raw voice.
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