Disclaimer: I do not own HP or anything awesome like that... but I do have some bright yellow bike-shaped sunnies. It doesn't make up for it, but it's still pretty cool...
The Marauders Meet The band Queen. Part One – Radio Ga Ga.
All of the Marauders shared a special bond that made them such good friends.
James and Sirius, for example, shared a brain. At least that's how it seemed. For the most complex pranks and elaborate schemes were concocted using only eye-contact and the occasional eyebrow waggle.
Sirius and Peter shared an understanding. Sirius would tease Peter, yet Sirius was always the first to defend him against others. This was because Sirius didn't mean what he said to Peter. Peter knew this.
Remus and James shared a total lack of ability when it came to Wizarding Chess. No amount of practice or coaching was going to fix this.
Peter and James harboured a deep-seated and irrational fear of tea-cosies.
And Remus and Peter were united in a hatred for beetroot that, quite frankly, bordered on the psychotic.
But no matter how many singing suits of armour were born out of James and Sirius' silent exchanges, how many times Sirius hexed Malfoy for calling Peter a squib, how many times Remus and James were soundly and humiliatingly defeated by first-years, how many times Peter and James refused to go into the kitchens after spotting a particularly frightening and *gasp* bobbly tea-cosie, or how green Remus and Peter would go should they so much as smell beetroot at dinner, it didn't compare to the innate and almost disturbing love of muggle music that Remus and Sirius shared.
Remus and Sirius sang or hummed or whistled all day. Everyday. And one always knew what the other was singing or humming or whistling.
No matter how much of Sirius' head James knew, he didn't understand this.
Peter would sit awestruck when Remus and Sirius would stop singing or humming or whistling long enough to begin a long and animated discussion about music. Always muggle music. Neither knew anything about wizarding music.
The reason was, of course, simple. Both boys had used music as a way of escaping painful childhoods. Specifically muggle because, for Sirius, it was forbidden and for Remus, living his adult life as a muggle was a distinct possibility.
Sirius' uncle Alphard had secretly given him a muggle radio for his seventh birthday. Sirius loved it dearly, he especially liked that muggles described love as being like magic. He had decided that if it was magic his whole family were squibs. A Black wouldn't know love if it bit him / her on the arse. So Sirius listened to love songs hoping he could learn what it was and grow up even more different from his family.
Remus would spend days in bed recovering from the full moon. Between hugs, food and uneasy sleep Remus would listen to the radio. He would forget the pain as the melodies washed over him like a soothing balm. Wizarding music would only serve to remind him of his affliction, and his mistreatment by the Ministry, so he escaped to via music to the muggle world. A world where werewolves were nothing more than make-believe and a bloke's biggest worry was to win the girl he loved.
Two boys who used music to escape from the wizarding world found each other within it. But that's for a later story.