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Sirius grunted slightly as James pulled on his hair.
"Come on Siri. You've been laying here, staring at the fire for hours."
Sirius rolled over to look up at his bespeckled friend.
"Go to bed James. I just need..." he broke off, not sure what exactly it was he needed. With a shrug, he turned back to the fire and listened as James slowly walked up to the dormitory.
It was Christmas, and that morning at breakfast Regulus hadn't hesitated to loudly point out Sirius' lack of present, or letter, from home. Though, Sirius hadn't been expecting one. He had left home that summer after all.
Finally, the fire died out, and soon Sirius was lying in complete darkness, listening to the creaking and other odd noises of the castle, until he thought it would drive him mad.
"This is going to drive me mad!" he snapped, jumping off the couch. Tightening his large, thick cloak, he pushed the portrait hole opened and stalked down the halls, letting his feet lead him where ever they wished. His footsteps echoed around him, and at times he was sure his weren't the only thudding steps he heard.
Before he knew it, he had pushed open the large oak doors and was running through the courtyard towards the Forbidden Forest. As he neared it, however, he began to make out the unmistakable (for him, at least), form of his best friend.
James was leaning against a tree with his arms folded over his chest, a smug smile plastered to his face.
"Bloody hell. How'd you get here before me James?" he spat, glaring at his cocky friend. James rolled his eyes and frowned.
"Cloak, and map. Where do you think you're going Padfoot? Into the forest alone? Are you insane?" James had become serious, though he fought to keep his calm position against the tree, his hands had balled into fists.
"Sometimes I think I am Prongs." Sirius said angrily, flashing James a large sarcastic smile. "And for your previous question, I'm just... I'm running Prongs."
"Running where?" James asked, his furrowing his brows. Sirius shrugged and looked down, avoiding James's gaze. "Come on Pad. To something? Away from something? I'll have to know if I'm to join you."
Sirius's head shot up, and he glared again at James.
"Join me?" he asked, sounded suspicious.
"Of course Siri. You can't go in there alone." James answered simply, as if it were obvious. Sirius studied him for a few minutes before sighing and shaking his head.
"Away," he mumbled, nodding slightly. James frowned and nodded back, running his fingers through his messy black hair.
And as if they were one person, the two simultaneously turned and ran into the forest. Their pounding footsteps were muffled by the dirt underneath them. Soon, the branches had become so thick above them that the stars seemed to be turned off, the only light present was the few glowing animals that scurried around the trees and forest floors.
Sirius felt his face stinging from the cold, but he didn't dare stop. Tears were streaming freely down his face, and the wind was a good thing to blame that on. (Though, James would never believe the wind was doing it.)
The ground became rockier under their feet, and they were slowed down slightly as their feet slipped and slid. James reached out and grabbed tightly onto Sirius's hand, still running determinedly. Knowing he was now getting a questioning look from the raven haired boy, he shrugged.
"We've come to far to get separated now Pads."