On the plane, having a meaningful conversation, and meeting an old friend! Enjoy!
I sat, in to too upright, too hard chair of economy class, with Sirius sat tensley beside me as I drew mindless yet comforting circles on his hand with my fingers.
Annoyingly, a red light above us pinged, instructing us to put on our seatbelts. I did so and Sirius followed suit, then returning to his abnormally stiff position.
He was always so relaxed and uncaring, not in a bad way. Like the sortof uncaring someone is when they just get on a random train that takes them anywhere. The type that would call that an adventure.
I however, was his perfect opposite, always organised, coming up with worst case scenarios and preparing for them. I was the moon to his sun, they couldn't survive without each other, but they were totally different.
Here he was, dark hair, grey eyes and here I was, blonde hair blue eyes. I glanced over at him and smiled gently. My Sirius was fragile at the moment, and for once I had to be the rock.
The strong one, the one that would take whatever he threw at me and keep comforting him whatever he was nervous or upset about. Like he had done for me so many times before.
But he had to let people in sometimes, like people I knew he could grow to like. Like Harry. He could have likesd Lily too, but he never gave her a chance. Well I wasn't going to let him treat Harry how he treated Lily. No way.
I gently prodded his slightly muscled arm and he glanced over, slightly distracted. "Yeah, whats up Moons?"
I sucked in a deep breath and took both his hands in mine "Siri, I think you should be a bit nicer to Harry. I mean he is your godson and you're all he's got left" Sirius nodded half heartedly and I carried on. "And just think, we could have him back at your house for the holidays. I know he hates it at the Dursleys and well, we could be like a real family."
"Oh yeah, a young boy, being hunted by Voldemort and he's living with the man who killed his parents and werewolf. Nice story for the Prophet don't you think?"
"Thanks Siri, thanks for bringing that into it." I said, turning and curling away from him. A tear rolled down my face and I brushed it away briskly. Sirius put a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"You know I don't see you like that," He whispered. "It's just, have you ever seen me as the maternal type?"
"Have you ever thought about anyone but yourself?" I snarled coldly. I did particularly like Harry, he was intelligent and he'd been through a lot, the least we could offer him was a little bit of stability.
"Moons...Moony...Remus, please listen, I just don't want to turn out like my parents, malicious and stuck in the old ways. It's just not what I want for him."
"So you'll leave him with the Dursleys, he's miserable there Siri, as his only surviving relative-ish you have a responsibility. Please, Siri, do it for me, for us."
"I didn't ask to be his Godfather, but alright, fine I'll be nice."
"Thats all I wanted to hear" I said quietly, turning into Sirius side and settling there, He brought two fingers gently under my chin and lifted my face up to meet his gently pouting lips. So desparate I was for his touch, I made a supressed whimpering noise.
I hadn't been deprived of him lately, actually completely the opposite, but still, whenever we kissed like this it took me back to our first kiss and when we were teenagers.
Teenage love, is there anything more beautiful? I went back there in my head, Sirius me, young. So much ahead of us.
The tongue of my lover pressing against my lips awoke me and we kissed for a little longer before I pulled away, looking disheveled and guilty. Sirus stroked my blushing cheeks and smiled.
"Anything for you Moony." He assured, holding my hand in a simple yet effective gesture of showing our mutual love. The sunset poured in through the oval window and cast the whole plane in a pinky orange light.
His dark hair was ablaze with auburn higlights, accented in the red light, symbolic of the death of the day.
"He's not so bad, as far as teenagers go. You were terrible at that age" I said, shooting a lopsided grin in his direction. We both know, despite me being a prefect I encouraged him more that anything, especially where him and I were concerned.
We were told by an air hostess; who up until me and Sirius's passionate miniscule make out session, was eyeing Sirius up, and flirting. I was kinda possessive, so got a bit rude with her. Sirius was sniggering at me, I was apparently funny when trying to be rude. Anyway, we were told we were landing, which after the mini tirade about the air hostess in my head we had pretty much landed.
When getting out of the plane; in complete and scary syncronisation me and Sirius's heads snapped up locking on something I instantly regretted not killing.
Peter Pettigrew was standing, clear as crystal, in the terminal. Smiling a face splitting smile and waving innocently at us. Sirius's hand slipped into his jacket faster that lightning and I grabbed out just as fast, two words blurring from my lips.
"Muggle airport." I whispered. He removed his hand and gripped mine with it, as Peter carried on waving. I glared at him with all the hatred I held in the world. He had framed the love of my life, killed one of my best friends and of one thing I was certain.
He was going to pay.
Hey dudes and dudettes, we have one faithful reviewer at the moment (you know who you are!) and one who I personally know and pestered to review. Plainly put, we would like a few more. I'm not asking for miracles, just a few sentences, even criticism. I will take it. Love always
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