This isn't a fic, but I'm exhausted and got an overwhelming urge to write this, so I did. And then I decided to publish it here and on Tumblr because I wanted to.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything else but the text itself.

The friendship between James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black III was like a sunny summer's day with that perfect temperature, where it's not too hot and not too cold. Their friendship was like coming in after having played in the snow for hours and being met by a blanket, a fire and a cup of steaming hot chocolate, like reading a fantastic book in a hammock with a glass of lemonade in the end of a long day, like walking through autumn coloured forests before the temperature yet have fallen and become cold, when everything is changing colour to red, orange and yellow.

Their friendship was knowing that someone always, without exceptions, was there for you. It was knowing that there was a person who always understood you, who always knew exactly what you meant and how you meant it. The friendship between James Potter and Sirius Black was having someone to calm you down after having nightmares, about always having someone who would make you laugh if you needed it, hold you tight and let you cry without feeling ashamed for it if you needed it, or let you be on your own if that was what you needed. Their friendship was having someone who meant home. James Potter was Sirius Black's home, and Sirius Black was James Potter's home. One of two, in later years.

Their friendship was hugs when you needed it, or sometimes just because you wanted it because hugs is something amazing, it was being allowed to scream at someone for full lungs and they would still be there to hold you afterwards, it was laughter and singing stupid songs and it was playing pranks on the teachers. It was writing a thousand letters and speaking with your parents (in James' case) and other friends when you hadn't got a letter from the other one for weeks, it was showing that even if they don't care for you, I do, and I will not let them hurt you, not ever again. They don't deserve you.


It was carelessness and it was fun, and it was worry and it was caring, and it was love.


It was telling jokes and puns and groaning because they've already told you that pun a million times, but your eyes is laughing because deep inside you still think it's funny too. It was sharing clothes until you forgot which of you who owned this shirt and that pair of trousers. Who did this the Beatles-shirt belong to now again? It was complimenting each other ("You look hot, Padfoot.") because they were James and Sirius, they were Prongs and Padfoot, and they knew exactly where they stood. And what did it matter if some 2nd year Ravenclaw thought they were a couple because of it? It was telling each other that they loved each other, both when they had reached the bottom limit of their confidence and thought they were dirt because of a letter or a visit from Sirius' charming blood-parents, when they returned from a dangerous mission with the Order and was relieved that the other one still was alive and when they simply felt happy over how wonderful it was to be them. Because they loved each other so much, in a platonic brother-in-arms-and-all-but-blood-way of course.


They were closer than brothers and damn it if being guys meant that they couldn't tell each other what they already knew and what they needed to hear or say.


It was sharing secrets with each other that they wouldn't tell anyone else, because they knew that even if the other one perhaps couldn't understand at least they would try to, and they would keep it a secret. There was never any doubt that the other one wouldn't share anything of this with another living or dead soul. And they would be there, ready to talk or listen, when necessary. It was beating up, the wizard or muggle way, anyone who dared to do anything to the other one because they and their other friends (Remus, Peter, later Lily) was the only ones that was allowed to offend, prank or in other way being disrespectful against each other.
It was playing Quidditch, as a team or as opponents, and being totally in sync so as a team they would be unbeatable and as opponents they could keep going for an eternity because they both knew what the other one would do almost before they knew it. It was that knowing that the other one was willing to trust you with their child, and knowing that you could trust the other one with your child, the most precious you had. It was knowing, without even a doubt, that home would always be waiting for you and ready to do anything for you.

And oh, by Merlin's beard, did Sirius miss it. Did Sirius miss James. And did Sirius finally feel that he was home, after so many years and so much pain, when he fell through the Veil and woke up with James smirking that wonderful, familiar smirk that he loved so much toward him.