Harry Potter and all other related things (James, Sirius, Remus, Molly, the Firewhisky) unfortunately do not belong to me. Happy birthday, Mister Prongs, who would have been 49 today!
Haha, I have been waiting so long to put this one up. But I kept to what I said, it is a birthday oneshot for James, so it goes up on James' birthday. I am applauding myself for getting this up on the right day, as anyone who has been reading Just a Moment knows, I fail at being organised with putting my fics up. I hope you like this, I'm not used to writing adult!Marauders. xD Without further ado…
HIS BIRTHDAY
It was March 27th, 1996, and that morning Sirius Black had come down the stairs of number twelve Grimmauld Place with several bottles of Firewhisky in his arms. When he had entered the kitchen, there was one person sitting at the breakfast table. That one person was Remus Lupin: Sirius' closest surviving friend and the one person who (in Sirius' opinion) should know exactly why March 27th was an important day.
When Remus had inquired what the Firewhisky was for, Sirius had announced that it was March 27th. It was too early in the morning for thinking hard, so Remus had asked why Sirius felt they had to drink Firewhisky on March 27th.
"It's his birthday," Sirius had said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Remus had been about to ask who's birthday it was when he remembered. He knew exactly whose birthday it was and he should have known from the start. It was his birthday. James'.
Sirius must have guessed Remus had worked out what he was talking about, because he had carried on. "It's his birthday, he's thirty-six today, we need to celebrate."
That was when Remus had started to worry that Azkaban had made Sirius completely loose the few marbles he had had left after James' death. "It would have been his birthday, he would have been thirty-six today," he had said, glumly.
Sirius had waved the comment away. "It is Prongs' birthday and we must celebrate, Mister Moony," he had insisted.
There were four glasses on the table when Molly Weasley walked in at lunch time. Two of them were sitting, half full of amber liquid she immediately recognised as Firewhisky, in front of empty seats. This confused her a little; she wasn't to know that Sirius had insisted on pouring drinks for all four Marauders, even though the situation of one being dead and the other in the service of Lord Voldermort made it impossible for the others to be there. The other two glasses were in the hands of Sirius and Remus and there were several empty bottles on the table.
A lopsided grin spread across Sirius' face as he lifted his glass slightly off the table. "I propose a toast!" he announced.
Molly frowned slightly, but Remus chuckled and lifted his glass as well. Together both men raised their glasses.
"Happy birthday Prongs," they said loudly before draining the remaining Firewhisky in one.