Desclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
"Open your mouth, Prongs", Sirius said with suasive voice.
James looked at him with scared eyes.
"Come on, Prongs! You'll taste something bitter, but you'll make me very happy! Will you do that for me?"
James pouted, but eventually, shrinkingly, opened his mouth.
"Here you are!", said Sirius, feeding him the spoon.
"See? It wasn't that bad, was it? This potion will make the fever go away in less than no time!"
James made a nauseated face. Sirius ruffled his hair fondly.
"Stop playing the victim! That wasn't Snivellus' piss! What do you say to Padfoot?", he moked at him.
"Thank you, Padfoot...", muttered James.
Fin-
Well, readers, here it is.
I'm Italian and this is the first time I translate one of my fanfictions into English, eves if I'd already translated jharad17's fic into Italian.
So, I'm pretty sure this wasn't perfect, and it's probable that there is at least a mistake. Please do not hesitate to tell me.
Well, review.