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TITLE: Golden Web
AUTHOR: Relala
BETA: lady of scarlet
FANDOM STATUS: Fanon
It unquestionably isn't the most idyllic of moments when James Potter looks back upon it in later years, especially for the blooming of a romance. Giving the (unknown) Little King of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black a piece of his mind about the proper treatment of Muggles when he is using dark magic on them outside his own house isn't often going to bring about feelings of passion... but James doesn't really remember that part of his first stay at Number 12, Grimmauld Place
The only real thing he remembers from that day is Regulus's hand clasped around his wrist and the younger boy's warm breath dancing along the back of his neck like shadows.
"I'd curse you now, Potter, if I had my own wand." Regulus had whispered into his ear, his body so close that James had felt his heartbeat knocking against his back.
Before this very moment, the aspiring Chaser had not understood what Sirius meant when he said he had "butterflies" for one of the Muggle girls across the street. Now he finds that his best mate's words make a wonderful kind of sense. Regulus is so close to him and yet so very far away; it's as intoxicating as having one of those bright and splendidly coloured Viceroy butterflies of North America fluttering just out of the reach of his fingertips.
Only this time James doesn't know how to catch this butterfly. Regulus may seem young enough to be seduced over with potions and spells but in the end, James knows that magic is not the way he will win this beautiful specimen onto his fingertips. Words, then, are the only answer of which he can think.
"But I'm toujourspur. We're related, little Cousin, remember?"
"Oh, indeed, Cousin. The Potter's are toujourspur," Regulus laughs, voice as loud as thunder and as rough as gravel. "But are you?"
And before James can think of what that possibly means, he is released, cast away from the Little King's warmth as Sirius shows up in the doorway - red-faced and furious - demanding to know this very instant what his little brother is doing manhandling his guests. Once more he is caught up in someone's grasp (Sirius's this time because, you know, it's alright to manhandle your own guests apparently) and he is hauled through the doorway with feelings of nervousness and anticipation.
James's eyes gravitate to the grand sprawling tapestry which stretches across the wall like some spider's web made of gold and though he tries not to stare at it for too long he finds that he is captivated by its glory. It doesn't matter to him what Sirius will think of him.
One day, he knows, his name will be interlinked with Regulus's in golden string.
THE END
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