This story contains slash...if that is not to your liking just don't read.
I sincerely hope the story isn't filled with spelling or grammar errors. English isn't my first language so you will have to excuse my mistakes.
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James Potter was quite certain that he was just about to die. In the very least suffer a great bit.
And, believe me, it wasn't like he hadn't been putting this off, because he had.
But however often he turned this over in his head it always came down to the same thing: James Potter was a good friend. No, actually scratch that, James Potter was a great friend. And if in order to stand up to that reputation he had to put himself in grave danger, then well, that was what had to be done.
He took one last calming breath, and then plastered a smile on his face before tapping Sirius's shoulder. "Hey Padfoot. Got a moment?"
Sirius looked at him with a strange kind of look on his face, because sitting in the common room staring into space he obviously had more than enough moments to spare.
Instead of a sarcastic comment though, he only mumbled a "yeah". That was exactly the kind of thing that made it impossible for James to ignore the situation anymore, however painful the consequences would be for him. With a renewed courage he decided that talking quickly would eliminate the changes of chickening out.
" Padfoot, you, well I, well..errr not I but all the more you..humm." Yeah, so maybe talking fast wasn't working for him, at least not if one was going by the look on Sirius's face.
He mentally shook himself. Pull yourself together.
" Padfoot, you know that you are my best friend, right?"
To this Sirius only nodded.
"And you know that no matter what you will always be like a brother to me?"
Another nod, though this one came with a slightly worried expression.
"And you know that you can tell me anything, you know that right?"
This question wasn't followed by a nod, and James noted with panic that Sirius's expression was turning rather dark instead of surprised. It was now or never.
"Pads, I know that…" he started, but was interrupted by a "James" in a very warning tone from Sirius.
James however had been talking courage into himself for way to long to be interrupted now and gushed out in one breath:
"Sirius, I know that you are in love with Remus and I think ..."
What exactly it was that James thought would never become known, because when he chanced a glance at Sirius in the middle of his well practised speech and saw the look of pure horror on his face, instead of the anticipated rage, he suddenly couldn't breathe.
Instead he slowly turned, and came face to face with the familiar eyes of Remus Lupin.
He could visualise his death in details.
AN: Alright..well...short as always. Oh on a diffrent but related matter. I find thanking people to be highly uncomfortable. I know, vierdo, wich is sad but true. I'm the sorta person that begins to get a butterflye panic feeling a week before christmas, because with gifts come thanks. But I still think I can't postpone this any longer. I am very, very thankful for each and every review I've gotten. Thanks alot for taking your time to comment on my stories. :)