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"Sirius, why precisely are you in bed with my wife?" James Potter demanded, one hand on his hip, while the other held his wand.

Lily Evans was never particularly close to James Potter in their youth. Fact.

In truth, it could be said that she hated him.

Though this is untrue now, no one can deny that they were unfriendly before.

Of all the marauders, Lily was closest to Remus Lupin, despite his 'furry little problem'. He shared her views on the importance of working hard, provided very intelligent conversation for her, and had a... goodness about him which made him very easy to be with.

Peter Pettigrew was friendly enough, but not quite bright enough for Lily to share many interests with. Still, at least he tried to work hard, despite being constantly in his fellow marauders' shadows, and for that, Lily respected him, and tried to help in any way that she could.

Sirius Black was certainly bright enough, and though his pure-blood status and accompanying arrogance was off-putting to begin with, he soon distanced himself firmly away from his family, so much so, that he was eventually disowned. Though his mind was firmly set against Black, his aristocratic good looks and manner he retained, and used much to his advantage. Overall, Lily both admired and disapproved of his rebellious personality, and so kept her distance from Sirius. However, since he embarked on a relationship with Remus, she warmed considerably to him, especially when she saw how happy he made her werewolf friend.

James Potter. He was like Sirius in many ways: pure-blood, a trouble-maker, and very proud. Though not quite as good looking, he still had a charismatic charm which was a siren to girls everywhere. Unfortunately for them, though, his attentions were fixed wholly on one Lily Evans, who was very resistant to his attempts to seduce her.

Eventually, though, in their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, James and Lily finally put aside all ill-feelings, and got together, much to the marauders' relief, for James was becoming quite unbearable in his pursuit.

When they left Hogwarts, they moved in together, and married soon after, happy and content. Little more than a year later, Lily fell pregnant with their first child.

All of the marauders, plus Lily, were working earnestly with the Order of the Phoenix, and though she took a step back during the later months of her pregnancy, James still often went on missions to help towards their cause.

During these times when he was away, Lily often stayed with Remus and Sirius, who shared a flat not far away. Likewise, when Sirius was away, Remus usually went to the Potters'. When Remus was away, however, Sirius stubbornly remained in the flat -pacing- until Remus returned, and then Sirius would shrug and declare that he had had the best night's sleep ever, and that Remus should bugger off more often.

It was their method of dealing with absence, and it wasn't questioned until the morning after the night before.

A short jab at the buzzer next to number 51.

Almost instantly, there was a curt, "What?"

"It's Lily, let me up."

Sirius buzzed her in.

She didn't bother knocking on the door to the flat, as Sirius had highly disliked the practise, stating that if you had been buzzed up, then there was no point in making him aware of your presence again within the next minute.

So, she carefully opened the door, and edged into the dark room. "What's your aversion to light?"

A snort came from the corner of the room, where Sirius sat on a futon. "What's the point in seeing if there's nothing but nothing to be seen?" Still, Sirius cast a non-verbal spell, and all of the candles in the vast room ignited. "How's Lily and Pronglet?"

"Lily's fine, thank you," said Lily, with a smile. "And baby is irritable and kicking lots. How's Sirius?"

"Sirius is all right, but Padfoot misses Moony."

Lily carefully sat down on one of the big floor cushions, and glanced around the bohemian flat. It was a curious mixture of Sirius' luxurious tastes, and Remus' affection for curious, shabby little findings in charity shops.

The only furniture were three low coffee tables; antiques, with little scribbles and doodles on the discoloured wood. On the tables were many mismatched, ornate candlesticks, and overflowing ashtrays, and several teacups, glasses, and an occasional potted plant.

Piles of newspapers and many, many books were stacked up, leaning against the walls, which were covered in a mixture of photographs and posters, so much so, that the colour of the wallpaper could no longer be seen. A large mirror was next to the door to the flat, but was mostly covered in post-it notes; some concerning groceries, some informing of visitors, some reminders of dates and times of Order meetings, but most were from Sirius to Remus, informing him of his thoughts of the time.

To one side of the room was a kitchen area, which consisted of an oven, a sink, and a kettle. The draining board was covered in empty bottles and cans, but no dishes. The door next to the kitchen led to the tiny bathroom.

"Is this another Jekyll and Hyde thing?" Lily inquired.

Sirius stared out of the only window. "Full moon tonight. Moony will miss Padfoot."

"Why is Remus out tonight?" Lily asked, shocked.

Sirius lit a cigarette with slightly fumbling fingers. "Infiltrating some werewolf gang."

"Christ... what if he hurts someone?"

Sirius tilted his head slightly, and removed the cigarette from his mouth to exhale the first bit of smoke. "That's why Prongs is there."

"James didn't mention," murmured Lily, mildly irritated.

Sirius shrugged. "Prongs can handle Moony, but I wish I was there." He contemplated the burning tip, and took another puff.

"They'll be fine," Lily assured him.

"Hmm." He looked to her, and then quickly stubbed the cigarette out. "Sorry, Lils, you should have reminded me."

"Reminded you of the rather large infant in my womb?"

"Indeed," said Sirius seriously, but the corner of his mouth turned up in a half-grin. "I'm sorry. I'm being awful company. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"A cup of tea would be lovely."

Sirius contemplated just flicking his wand, but instead decided to stand up and make it Muggle-style. He walked over to the kitchen area, poured water into the kettle, and switched it on. "Do you take sugar?"

"No, thanks."

"I think Remus is the only person I know to take sugar in his tea." Sirius located two clean mugs, and added a teabag to each.

"Mr Sweet Tooth."

Sirius smiled fondly. "Shall we break into his 'secret' chocolate stash?"

"On your head be it," said Lily.

Sirius reached on top of the fridge, and brought down an apparently-empty egg-box. On further inspection, he pulled out a bar of Honeydukes finest, and passed it to Lily.

The kettle finished boiling, and Sirius splashed the hot water into the mugs, followed by a dash of milk. He handed one to Lily, and sat down on the floor cushion next to her with his own mug.

She took a sip. "You're meant to take the teabags out, Padfoot."

"Ah. Always forget that." Sirius twirled his wand in the direction of her mug, and the offending object rose from the tea, and dropped into an ashtray. "Rem nearly choked the other day. He makes his own tea now. Says he doesn't trust me with it."

"There are worse things for him to not trust you with."

Sirius hooked his own teabag from his mug with his fingertips. "Indeed. Will you trust us with the Pronglet when it finally emerges?"

"If you behave," said Lily.

Sirius just smirked. "A marauder baby. A Pronglet. Who'd have thought?"

Lily smiled. "Well, the odds of a Moonfoot are minuscule, and Wormy's still single."

"Can you imagine a child raised by me and Rem? Merlin, it would be the most learned, attractive, brilliant trouble-maker in Hogwarts. And a werewolf to boot."

"Maybe not, actually," said Lily, thoughtfully. "I don't think the werewolf gene is inherited from parents."

"Even better," said Sirius, "because if the Moonfoot in question was female, then she would have to deal with two time-of-the-months. The teenage years would be terrible."

Lily glared at him steadily.

"And if Moonfoot was a boy, then he would have to endure the time-of-the-month jokes just like Rem... I don't know how he loves me despite them. I mean, I still tease him. Mercilessly. I leave tampons on his pillow on the night before full moon." Sirius paused. "Maybe that's why he keeps putting them in my tea..."

"Maybe you should each make your own tea," suggested Lily, sipping at hers with little enthusiasm.

"But I like to make him breakfast in bed sometimes," said Sirius. "It's not proper breakfast without a hot beverage to accompany it."

"Coffee?"

Sirius wrinkled his nose. "Rem alternates terribly between how he likes it. I could never get it right on a daily basis."

"He always has black when he comes to our house."

"He always complains that it tastes like battery acid when he comes home."

Lily stared at him. "Really?"

"I've said too much," said Sirius, quickly looking around for a change of subject. "Have you heard from Wormtail lately?"

"He came to dinner yesterday."

"Nice of you to invite me and Remus," said Sirius, pretending to be offended.

"James tried to," said Lily, dryly. "You were... otherwise engaged."

"Us? You must be mistaken. When alone, Rem and I simply knit, sip tea, and debate politics. No sexual activities ever occur."

"I'm sure."

"In fact," said Sirius, "I'm a virgin."

Lily nearly choked on her tea. "Of course you are."

Sirius paused. "Ah. You... Susanna Tumble..."

"Broom closet, fifth year, yes. I remember it... vividly."

"Apologies." Sirius took a sip of tea. "Rem is, though."

"Mary Pluckle."

"That bitch..." Sirius muttered, rolling his shoulders in disgust. "It was not consensual..."

"For her, or him?"

Sirius looked at her like she was quite mad. "For my Remus! I'm not defending that little slag's honour-"

"Sirius."

"-cornering my Moony-"

"Sirius."

"-my poor, defenceless Moony-"

"Sirius!"

"-sticking her whoring tongue down his throat-"

"You're being petty."

"-BAH!"

"Done yet?" Lily inquired.

"I hate to think of her grubby little hands all over him. Violated!"

"Sirius."

He sighed heavily. "Give me some of that chocolate."

Lily smiled, broke off a line, and threw it to him. He caught it effortlessly, and devoured it in two bites. "You're meant to savour it."

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh. "Nah; chocolate's for chomping. Or for drizzling over willing sexual partners..."

"Stop it. Eew."

"Oh, come on, Eva- I mean Potter. Lily. You're not exactly a blushing virgin – you're pregnant, for Merlin's sake."

"Doesn't mean I want to think about you covering Remus in chocolate."

"I don't want you thinking about that, frankly," said Sirius. "That's for my mind only."

"Right. No more over-sharing. Deal?"

"Perhaps. I might find something interesting to share later. For now, I shall sip my tea like a good Catholic Hufflepuff." He demonstrated.

"Have you ever been in the Hufflepuff common room?" Lily inquired.

"Once or twice," said Sirius, with a reminiscent grin. "Carly Simons. But she was before Remus... Anyway, the common room was kind of like I expected it to be: glitter, glue, and safety scissors. No euphemisms."

"Seriously?"

"Siriusly," said Sirius, with a grin.

Lily grimaced.

"I know, it's getting old... But who calls their kids this stuff? Sirius? Remus Lupin?"

"Besides the Serious joke, I quite like your name. The dog-star. It's fitting."

"Yeah, yeah," muttered Sirius. "And I get the Remus/Romulus thing, but... Lupin? Loopy Lupin? It's cruel."

"Lupine: wolf."

"Still... It's just begging for jokes."

"And he did seem a little... loopy... to begin with."

"He did not!" said Sirius, instantly defending his lover. "He always looked utterly perfect, and acted perfectly, and had a perfect arse-"

"I seem to remember you asking him in first year whether 'no offence, but are you all there?'"

"Quit remembering shit, Ev-Lily."

"Siriusly?" she checked, cheekily.

"Piss off."

Lily laughed, placed a square of chocolate into her mouth, and allowed it to melt slowly on her tongue.

"Any names for the Pronglet yet?" Sirius inquired, finishing his tea, and setting his mug down on a coffee table. His hand hovered over a pack of cigarettes next to the ashtray for a moment, before he settled on picking up the plastic Muggle lighter instead. He flicked it on, and then left the flame go out. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

"James is convinced it's a baby boy," said Lily, with a roll of her eyes.

"So, Pronglet is a possibility?" Sirius inquired, hopefully.

"No."

"Hmph."

"Maybe Harry."

Sirius nodded approvingly. "Good, strong name."

"Glad you approve," said Lily. "You'll be godfather?"

Sirius blinked. "M-Me?"

"Of course. Who else?"

"Remus. He's the... sensible one. No one in their right mind would trust me with an infant. I'd corrupt it with a glance."

Lily laughed. "Sirius, you know fully well that James is just as bad as you."

"That's a glowing compliment, Lily."

She smiled. "You're his best friend."

"Rem-"

"You're forgetting wizarding law, Padfoot," said Lily. "Remus cannot legally be godfather."

"Bastards," muttered Sirius. He glanced apologetically at Lily's baby bump. "Sorry for my language, Pronglet."

Lily sighed. "Besides, if anything were to happen to James and I, you and Remus will presumably still be together, so... think of it as co-godfathering."

"That simply is not a word."

Lily shrugged. "It's fitting."

Sirius grinned. "Me, godfather? Wow..."

Lily smiled. "Whatever you put in your tea is going to your head."

"Milk? Yes, I heard it's a hallucinogenic."

"Big word."

"Living with Remus is getting to me," Sirius confessed, indicating the piles of books surrounding them with distaste.

"I had noticed," said Lily.

"Hmm?"

"Well," she said, "in Hogwarts, he used to wear your clothing all the time-"

"We chopped and changed," acknowledged Sirius, "but that was our system, even with Prongs and Wormtail. The dormitory was a free-for-all. You see clothing on the floor, you shake it, you size it up, you sniff it. If it's clean-ish and fits, you put it on. If it's dirty or doesn't fit, you return it to the floor."

"Charming. Anyway, the only things of his that you wore back at school were his boxers, his woolly hat, and his scarf. He wore anything of yours."

"He was a bit shorter than me. And scrawnier. His school trousers were too tight on me. And how do you know that he borrowed my boxers?"

"Call it intuition," said Lily, dryly. "Now, you essentially share a wardrobe. Everything."

"His fashion sense has improved since school," said Sirius.

"Who's shirt are you wearing?" Lily inquired of him, eating another piece of chocolate.

Sirius looked down. "Er... this was a Moonfoot purchase."

"And jeans?"

"Rem's jeans – they've got a hole in the knee."

"And he's still an inch shorter than you?" Lily said, testily.

"Yep."

"So you wear odd socks to compensate."

"And bike boots."

"The waistcoat?"

"That's mine," said Sirius. "Rem doesn't like this one. He says that when I wear a white shirt with it, I look like a funeral director. You know that's a Muggle job?"

"Yes, Sirius. I'm Muggle-born, remember?"

"Ah. Yes."

"And who owns the blazer?"

Sirius looked down at the murky brown pin-striped blazer he was wearing. "Rem bought this for me, even though it's more to his taste than mine. I like my leather jacket."

"I haven't seen you wear that leather monstrosity in about six months."

"It's been more blazer weather than jacket..."

"My case closes." Lily finished.

"Woman. This is why I'm Remusexual." He held out his hand for another chunk of chocolate.

"Is that even an orientation?"

"Sure: I can appreciate beauty in both sexes, but I'm only truly attracted to my lover-boy. He has his own category: straight, bi, gay, a, Rem. He's that good."

"Over-share."

Sirius made a strange noise. "I could be far more graphic."

"No, thank you."

He grinned, and then yawned widely.

"Sleepy?" Lily inquired, with a smile.

"Perhaps. Didn't get much sleep last night; Rem was home."

"Ack."

"Hm. Siriusly, though..."

Lily snapped the last two squares of chocolate in half, and handed one to Sirius. "You don't deserve it."

"Cheers." He raised it in a mock toast.

After a few moments of quiet, Sirius stood up, and stretched his long body. He disappeared into the bathroom for a while, and reappeared wearing boxers and a long-sleeved grey cotton shirt belonging to Remus. "Don't judge me," he muttered, as he dived onto the futon, and scrambled around to get under the blankets.

"On the shirt or the swan-dive?" Lily inquired.

"Probably both. But mostly the shirt. But don't tell Rem about the dive. He says that the mattress springs take enough of a battering as it is."

"Over-share."

"I changed the sheets just this afternoon," Sirius informed her, "so you're welcome to join me."

Lily got to her feet, toed off her shoes, and hopped in next to Sirius. "Thanks for taking my mind off James being away," she said, after wriggling around to get comfortable.

"Likewise, Lily-flower," said Sirius, nuzzling his nose into her hair in a rather dog-like gesture.

"Night, Sirius."

Sirius extinguished the candles in the room with a flick of his wand. "Night, Lily."

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