I suppose this would be set after the fifth book, so Sirius is dead. I don't really when it is though.

Enjoy.

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Mrs Weasley had brewed a pot of tea, which she place on the table in The Burrow kitchen along with enough cups for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Remus, Tonks, Mr Weasley and herself. To say they were crammed in was an understatement but it was the Christmas holidays and it was warm and cosy in the kitchen.

Remus poured the tea and passed it around, listening to the general moaning about the levels of homework. "Seriously guys, I swear we got more that you get."

Mr Weasley nodded. "Definitely. They seen laxer now-"

Fred snorted. "That's a load of bullshit-"

"Language!" snapped Mrs Weasley, glaring at him from where she was decanting mountains of Custard Creams and Rick Tea Biscuits onto a plate.

"James was always terrible at homework anyway. He would leave it all to the last afternoon, then just sit down and reel it all out perfectly. He might have had a mind like a sieve for remembering day to day stuff, but school stuff just stuck," said Remus, blowing on his tea, taking a sip and burning his tongue.

"What about Sirius?" asked Harry, leaning forward to take a biscuit.

"Depends what year. Around fourth and fifth years, things got a little tense at home and work slided," said Remus.

"Why?"

"I just said…"

"No, I mean why were things tense at home?"

"Oh… you know, they wanted him to join Voldemort and be a better pureblood."

"I didn't know they wanted him to join the Death Eaters!" said Hermione, frowning.

"Oh yeah," Remus replied, risking sipping his tea again. "They said it was the only way he could earn their respect again. It killed him, that choice."

Ron snorted. "Why? I though he hated them? Should've been easy."

Remus shook his head. "He didn't want to leave Regulus there. I think they were closer than we though but he didn't really talk about it. Always managed to skirt around the subject. A trait he got from his father."

"I remember Orion Black," said Mr Weasley. "He was the spitting image of Sirius and Regulus. Very handsome."

"Ok, calm down dad," smirked George.

"Who's Regulus again?" asked Ron.

"Sirius' brother," said Remus, reaching for another biscuit.

"And they looked alike?"

"Yeah. Very similar. Actually…" Remus realised, "I have like, a whole big box of photos at home of everyone. At Hogwarts, after Hogwarts, everything. I haven't looked at them in years. I can't believe I forgot to show you all!"

"Can you get them? Now?" asked Harry eagerly. He wanted to see photos of his parents because there weren't too many in his photo album.

"Yeah, yeah I will," said Remus, standing up. "I'll be back in a minute," he added before apparating.

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He apparated back with some difficulty due to the heavy cardboard box he was struggling to hold. He thumped it down onto the table with a lumpy bag he had had slung over his shoulder. "I brought these first because they're actually more interesting," he puffed.

"Video Splurge," Fred read slowly from the words scrawled across the box. "What's that?"

"Well", said Remus. "Peter had a Muggle video camera, one of the first cheapish ones, and he managed to charm it so it would work at Hogwarts. We all used it, for years and years and these videos are the result," he said almost triumphantly, flinging open the lid of the box.

Everyone leaned in eagerly, even Mrs Weasley who had been washing up. The box contained at least thirty videos, all neatly labelled and dated with Remus' tidy handwriting. The labels were faded and peeling in places, but on the whole seemed to be in good condition.

Remus then opened the bag he had been carrying and pulled out an old-fashioned video projector, magically powered. "I thought we could watch them," he said to the table of eager faces.

"Cool!" said Ron. He leant over and picked out a video at random. "Drunken antics," he read, grinning.

Remus shrugged. "It would mostly be Sirius and James. They were the real hell raisers." He took it from Ron's outstretched hand and placed it gingerly in the slot on the machine, which was now standing upright on the table, pointed nothing in particular.

Mr Weasley put out the lights with a flick of his wand, and Remus touched his wand tip to the machine, which flickered into life. In the space in the air before the table, a sort of screen appeared as if the machine was projecting it, but it seemed to be made of an almost smoke-like substance. The screen was blank for a few seconds before voices could be heard, but there was no picture.

"Is it working? Shit! Pete's gonna kill us if it's broken."

"That's James," Remus whispered.

"No, he's going to kill you because you spat vodka over it."

A few of them laughed.

"And that's Sirius," Remus whispered again.

Suddenly, the camera shot moved, and it because clear that someone had been wiping the lens and had now moved the cloth. The shot was focused on a pair of dangling bare feet suspended from somewhere they couldn't see, over hardwood floors and what seemed to be a brick wall.

James' voice sounded again. "Oh… oh, it's working!"

The camera moved up, up the person's skinny jean clad legs until it became clear that the person was sitting in a swing inside a house. It only showed them from the waist down.

"Oh, that's Sirius' house," explained Remus, continuing with the commentary.

"He had a swing inside his house?" asked Hermione incredulously.

Remus grinned. "Yeah. He had tonnes of money, so he bought an old warehouse in London and converted it. It was so cool. He added a whole second floor in pinewood, with the kitchen underneath, divided from the main living bit by this huge fish tank. You'll probably see it in a moment."

"But why the swing?"

"There was loads of space left over so-"

"Shush you two!" said Fred, motioning back to the screen.

It had zoomed out now to show Sirius, about eighteen, with raffish good looks, swinging hard on the swing and wearing only black skinny jeans. He was slim, with some muscle definition and several tattoos; one winding round his hip and a series of black stars round his forearm. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth and smiled at the camera as though trying to seduce it.

"You look fucked," said James.

"Swore a lot, did he?" asked George sarcastically.

"Yeah," laughed Remus. "I think they'd been to a gig or a club or something judging by the sweaty hair and the smudges of eyeliner."

Sirius did look, as James put it, a bit fucked. His hair was everywhere and he had large circles around his eyes, partly from tiredness and partly from smudged eyeliner. He was swinging still, higher and higher, leaning back. James, who must have been holding the camera, sat back so they could see his legs. He too was wearing black skinny jeans with Nike high-tops, which he kicked off to reveal red socks with blue stars of them.

"Nice socks," called Sirius, slowing his swinging. "It's working then?"

The swing was low enough to get off, so he did, staggering slightly, clearly drunk. Grinning, he reached behind the camera and pulled back, holding a bottle of vodka which he took a swig of.

"Let's have a go," he said, stubbing his cigarette out in full ashtray beside James.

The camera moved round so it focused now on James who also looked bedraggled and drunk. His shirt was missing too, but where Sirius was svelte and slender, James displayed a full six-pack when he stretched.

Ginny wolf-whistled jokingly, earning a disapproving look from Mrs Weasley while the others laughed. Harry felt a bit embarrassed, but also quite proud for some reason.

James had shorter hair, sticking up all over the place with a mixture of sweat and wax, and looked tired. He too was handsome, but in a more classic, masculine way than Sirius, with a squarer jaw. His glasses were squared and fashionable and as he turned his head, Prada flashed at them.

"He had expensive tastes," commented Mrs Weasley, a disapproving hint to her voice.

"Hmmm…" murmured Remus. "They shopped like women. Not joking. Sirius owned about thirty pairs of jeans."

"What time it is?" asked James, looking above the camera and then winking at it directly.

"About four."

"Shit," James groaned, head in his hands. He flopped sideways onto the leather sofa he was sitting on. "I'm staying here," he muttered.

Sirius laughed. "Lily's going to kill you!" he sang.

"I have to get up in two hours," James said, grinning despite himself. "I'm never going out with you on a weeknight again."

"You will. You can't resist me."

The camera lens dropped and they could hear Sirius fiddling with the knobs and buttons on it.

"How do you turn this fucking thing off?"

"Big black thing on the top," murmured James, clearly half asleep already.

The picture cut out and the screen went black and crackly.

"That was so funny!" said Ron, grinning. "They were so drunk."

Remus grinned too. "Sirius was such a bad influence on James. He didn't work. He didn't need to work so he'd lure James out all the time. He was right. James couldn't resist him!"

"Can we watch some more?" asked Ginny eagerly. Harry nodded too.

"Well, we've got the rest of this box to get, through, as well as whatever else is on this tape.

"Right, I'll make some more tea then," said Mrs Weasley.

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I hope this set the scene nicely. Basically, the next chapters will be each video in the box, or little scenes from each one set up in the way I have just written it. I'm not sure how many I'll do but I suppose you can suggest a scene you might like. I'm not sure how this'll work out. Please review and tell me what you think!