Ok, here it is! This is just the prologe, so please be patiant. I'm not quite sure where it's going yet, so I'm open to suggestions. The idea of Remus and Sirius getting together in band was inspired by something my band director said at one of our practices and I think I'm going to use his quote in the next chapter. So, enjoy!
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Warning: AU! there will be slash!
"Heeey Barry!"
"Mr. Black, you're late."
Sirius Black looked around at the rest of the band, all of whom were standing at attention, listening to the exchange between their director and himself. He caught the eye of James Potter, his best friend and grinned. Sirius was the only one in the band that could get away with calling Mr. Bernelle "Barry".
"So I am. Huh. Would you believe I got lost?"
Taking the teacher's glare as a 'no', Sirius silently went to his spot in the trumpet section and stood at attention. To his right, Remus Lupin was rolling his eyes.
"What took you? You were right behind me when we left." whispered Remus.
"Took the scenic route." muttered Sirius, winking at the shorter boy.
"PREP HORNS UP!!" screamed the drum major from her podium. Sirius didn't miss the way James' face light up at the sight of the red-haired girl. Boy, did he have it bad!
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After 45 minutes of running the same three songs, Mr Bernelle finally gave them a break.
"Make it quick! Hydrate!" yelled the flustered director, dismissing the band.
Taking their usual seats under the willow tree, Sirius sprawled out, lying his head across Remus' lap. Absentmindedly stroking his friend's hair, Remus stared out into the distance.
"Wotcha thinkin' 'bout?" asked Sirius
"Nothing, just...stuff
"Whoa, Rem! I don't think I can handle such a detailed explanation! Slow down!"
As Remus opened his mouth to respond, there was a loud slap and a yelp. Both boys jumped as all eyes turned to James, who was standing in the middle of the practice field, one hand on his cheek.
"Hey! Hey, Evans! Wait up!" yelled the messy haired boy as he chased the fiery drum major off of the practice field.
"Think she'll ever come around?" asked Sirius.
"If she does, it better last til they die! I don't think I can handle James if he loses her! He's bad enough now!"
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Girls giggle way too much. That's what Peter learned in band. Out of all the instruments in the band, he just had to chose flute! What was he thinking? He could have played saxophone, like James, or trumpet, like Remus and Sirius. But he picked flute. To the normal guy, this might seem like a dream. Being the only boy with eight girls. But no girls ever looked at Peter as more than a friend, so it didn't really matter. Looking towards the willow tree where the two trumpets sat , he saw Remus petting Sirius. He wished he were that close with his friends.
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