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Disclaimer- When I become rich (somehow) I will buy the rights to Harry Potter, but for now, I can hardly afford to buy a new copy of the seventh.
... my copy of the seventh book was recently distroyed by my neighbor... part of me died...
Sirius
James was writing.
February 17th
Diary, to understand this, you have to remember that in fifth year, Sirius somehow got an old piano into our dorm, and Remus taught him how to play…
So, one Lil's request, I'm trying to cheer up Mr. MPreg. And of course, only one thing will do that…
SIRIUS MOTHER-FUCKING BLACK!!
And I found his address too! :)
At least HE lives in a wizard-ing neighborhood, so I didn't have to WALK…
He's got a pretty nice flat, I guess. I rang the bell and he answered screaming "Jamie poo!!" and dragged me in, but he's only got a towel on. (really diary, no amount of therapy will make this okay…) Then like, four nearly naked girls walk out from his bedroom, and he says something in French to them, and they all laugh and head back into his room.
"SOOO… Prongs, what brings you to my humble home?" he says in his over dramatic way that used to make Rem laugh.
"Remus." I said.
"Who?" he said.
"Your BOYFRIEND." I said.
"I don't have a Boyfriend Jamie poo, I don't even have A girlfriend, I find it best not to tie myself down." He says this turned away from me.
"But you and Remus- he's pregnant!"
"James, first off, a guy can't be pregnant, and also, who is Remus?" he's still not looking at me.
I spun him around. "Remus is your best friend, if not your boyfriend, and he can to be pregnant 'cause I gave him a potion in third year, and then you went and fell in love with him and knocked him up and left! And now I'm here because my wife is trying to clean up YOUR mess, because you left AGAIN because YOU don't know how to clean up you own messes, you prick!" I yelled.
"First off, YOU are my best friend, not some freaking half-breed. And I could never love some… some monster!" he spat in my eye, no seriously, he did.
"PADS!! You did love him, and I know you still do, so stop being such an arse and come back to your boyfriend!"
Padfoot just sorta stood there, looking like he was either going to punch me or start crying. Then he paused, and got this look on his face that kinda makes him look like a puppy, hopeful and excited. He sat down at this grand piano, and starts playing part of a duet.
"What?" I asked, (seriously, one minute we're fighting, and now he's playing the piano?)
He's playing a song he wrote in sixth year so he could play with Remus, and I could somehow hear the other part playing, but it's distant, and some of the notes aren't coming out.
All I remember about the piano is that a bunch of the keys didn't work, and… Remus and Sirius repainted a whole lot of different colors during the Christmas holiday once, and… it's now in Remus's apartment…
So that means that Remus is playing that piano, and Sirius is playing this one, but that wouldn't make sense, because Remus hasn't moved from bed since the last full moon… But… maybe…
"Sirius?" I asked, and the spell was broken, he stops playing, and the other piano falters, and stops as well, hitting a few more notes, as if to ask 'why did you stop?'
"James, I do not love Remus Lupin, now please leave my house." He said.
"Pads, I-"
"Even if I loved him, I cannot go back to him. Please leave now."
I left, and I could hear him saying something in French to the girls who had been there.
I got home, and Lils comes up super happy and she says "James! James! Remus got out of bed and was playing the piano!! I think he's making wonderful progress!... James, you're all pale, are you okay?"
"Remus?" I say, walking into his room, and he's just staring out the window. He's lost weight, a lot, but his stomach seems too big for his small body. His hair is even longer now, and messy, but not greasy like Snape's…
He turns, and his face is all pale and his eyes are all wide and dead looking, and he just nods, not smiling at all.
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Remus was writing
February 23rd , 1989
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Lily's familiar handwriting took over the journal.
February 24th, 1989
Maybe Remus is improving? But he won't talk, so maybe he isn't? But he gets up to play the piano and everything.
James has been talking to him, and Remus will just listen, but it seems to be good for both of them.
And Remus has nodded in agreement to the idea that the baby will have either his eyes, or Sirius's.
I can almost see it, James with Remus's lovely gold eyes, or with Sirius's. Sirius, that bastard, has great eyes; they're gray, with an unexpected swirl of midnight blue.
Unless it's a girl, then it would be a little girl that looks like me, but with black hair, and gorgeous eyes. I have a feeling it will be a girl, then she'll be named Daisy…
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Well, Harry thought, that's why I look like my dad, or James, he's even my dad…
But, why do I have my mom's eyes? And if my real parents are still alive, why didn't they take me in? Or at least, why didn't Remus take me in after James and Lily died?
He still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of having to parents, and really would prefer to put the book down and forget this whole experience, but something about his parents-or the Potter's- handwriting telling him this story made him want to know what happened.
And it still may end up being a terrible prank, but what if it wasn't?
Harry began to read again.
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Lily was still writing, and it was later in the day on the 24th.
James is late, I wonder where he is? It's seven, and usually he is home and talking to Remus.
Remus has gotten paler as the progressed.
He keeps sitting down at the piano and playing the same song, but stops; staring at the piano, as if it should be doing something it's not.
Oh my god!
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There was a space on the page, apparently more time had passed.
Remus started hitting the piano, yelling silently. Then he began to claw at his own arms.
I've never seen him transform, but James says he does something similar.
Then he began to actually scream, and if I never hear a wail like that again, I'll be happy. It split my ears, a howl full of such pain that anyone who heard it would most likely be brought to tears. The howl lasted what seemed like an eternity, but was really about three minutes.
Luckly James came home, and dragged Remus away from the rainbow painted piano.
A small, fat man walked in after my husband.
"Hello-ah- Lily…" Peter stuttered, walking in and standing by his two friends.
"Sh-sh, quiet Remus. I've brought a friend…" James said. Remus stopped sobbing.
He began to talk, his voice just a whisper, weak from a lack of use. "P-Peter?"
