This idea has been nagging me all through dinner and I can't take it anymore!! You have no idea how annoying this is! I have to get it on paper!!!
Disclaimer: However amazing I may be, I'm not JK. Believe it or not. And I'm not this self-inflated either.
A D I S T A N T S E L F
Sirius was thinking. Normally he didn't think like this, but the bottle of firewhisky he had just drank might have had something to do with this absurd train of thought. These past few years he had been so... serious. Seriously, when had Sirius been serious? It had always been a longstanding joke for the Marauders, but it had never been true. Now he was tough. He was (he hated to even think of this) adult. mature. grown up. How, exactly, was this possible? He didn't know. Everything seemed so blurred.
A couple of days ago, Mundungus had cracked a joke. It was a really funny joke, too. He thought of how he and James would have guffawed at it. How they would be laughing so hard, there would be tears in their eyes. But he had only managed a dry chuckle.
He used to get sugar highs all the time. He would even get hangovers from them. Now he was more likely to get hangovers from alcohol.
One time, he had gotten a detention where he had to go through the entire castle and clean up any messes that Peeves had made. He had ended up following Peeves for five hours acting like an orangutan. He got four more detentions for that, but he had still thought that it had been worth it.
In fact, he used to be handsome. In seventh year, there was a survey that all the girls in Hogwarts took, asking them who they thought was the hottest guy in Hogwarts. Almost all of them had voted for him. How the little third year who had delivered the results of the survey to him lingered there after giving the parchment to him, gazing up at him with something close to awe.
He missed his old self so much. He missed the Sirius who would crack jokes and act hyper all the time and had broken the school record for most pranks played and had threatened Moony countless times with cattle prods and branding irons and had worn a napkin on his head for three days and not even noticed and had eaten eight apple pies in one minute and just been a rather goofy person.
He could still vividly remember that Sirius. But he couldn't be carefree anymore. That Sirius was distant. He knew that never again would he lightheartedly goof off and play pranks. He wasn't even able to eat eight apple pies in one minute either. That Sirius wasn't him anymore. No matter how much he wanted him to be.
How was it?!?! It was just a random idea, but I really hope you liked it.
If you want to know where the cattle prod and branding iron part came from, see my story The Year of Ultimate Chaos. But you don't have to. I'm not one of those advertising crazed people who yells around screaming "Read my fics! Read my fics!"
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