Author's note: Since Fanfiction.net was down, I could write more...But I'm still not going to post it all at once, or so I believe. Well, no delay, Insert disclaimers here....
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Remus sat down, his gaze fallen somewhere between Sirius' glance and the shaking Peter beside him. With a heavy sigh, Sirius finally sat in front of the two. His fingers intertwined nervously, both pairs of eyes piercingly gazing at him.
"...So...Sirius, what was-" Remus was cut off as Sirius took a longer and deeper sigh, obviously just to make his friend shut up. "It...Well, I was just...Sitting there, right?" He began, eyes fluttering for a moment, telling that he was at a loss as to where he should begin.
With a bit of a pause, he then started up once more. "I just...Sat there boredly until I heard some first years about to leave, but then James came bursting in, tears streaming...It surprised me, in the least. I did my best to comfort him, he started what happened..!" He seemed to sharpen his words towards the end, as if almost -he- was being put under trial.
Remus nodded a little to Sirius' words, but then stuck a hand out and pointed his finger in his face. "But -you- didn't do anything to stop him, now did you Sirius?"
With a bit of a glare, Sirius was taken aback by that. He began to stutter gently, but he shook his head. He knew Remus was right...He didn't stop himself from doing what he did. "I...I know Remus, I-I should've..."
"No, no...You get me wrong...You -did- make him feel better, your...Intention was ... Good," Remus stated, small pauses appearing as he tried to figure out the way to word the sentence.
Sirius knew Remus was just trying to help him feel better about what happened...But he couldn't really justify what happened...How can you justify something you didn't even understand, or even believe could happen? He just released a heavy sigh. "Well, once you came along...You knew what happened."
"But, why did James do that...? Or rather, why was he c-crying?" Peter asked, breaking his silence for the time being. His hands fidgeted in his lap, and he stared intently at Sirius.
"I...He had a fight with Lily, or at least...That's what he told me," Sirius stated, a small hint of pain in his voice. He couldn't stand to see James in such disarray... "Damnit all!" He cursed loudly, slamming a fist to his leg. "I was just...Trying to make him feel better..." He sighed heavily, and with that, he stood up. "I'm leaving now," He stated quickly, turning around and hurriedly walking out of the dormitory, leaving a speechless Remus and Peter behind.
"That was...Odd," Remus stated bluntly, looking to Peter a bit dazed. "I didn't expect him to do something like that...Up and leave, that's not Sirius..."
Peter shook his head, then sighed softly. "I guess it's just getting to him, you know..." Peter had ideas of how Sirius was feeling...He had problems like that of his own...Or at least, he believed the problems he had were the same as Sirius'.
"Peter..." Remus began, "...maybe you're right...Maybe...You're not..."
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Sirius had gone out in search for James...This had been quite enough. He needed to talk to him. Searching the furthest ends of the Great Hall, he found no Prongs. "Bloody hell!" he shouted angrily, slamming a fist against the wall, near the entrance. Some students looked at him strangely, but he shot them all a hefty glare, causing them to scatter. He let his form fall onto the wall with a small, pained sigh. There was only one place he hadn't gone, and that was the library.
"Maybe he's....In the library..." he thought out loud, pushing himself off of the wall. It was the longest trek to the library he'd ever had in his 5 years at Hogwarts...or so it seemed. He felt like an idiot...James would always run to the library when anything was bothering him, he was just that way: Books made him feel more at ease, more calm with what was happening.
He walked calmly past the librarian, a bit of anger in her eyes. She wasn't still mad about the slugs, was she? He shrugged it off, but headed down through the shelves of books, searching every corner, every nook. Nearly reaching the end, he had thought about giving up, but he saw a small form in the corner, face buried in a leather-bound book. He knew it was James.
Walking quietly up to the figure, he peered over his surroundings: there were tissues scattered about, there were piles of books nearby, and to his surprise, a picture of...The Marauders? Why did James have this? He didn't really know...
James knew that Sirius was there, he was always keen to these kinds of things. Setting the book down gently, his tear stained eyes looked up to Sirius. He didn't have his glasses still...They must've been left in the Common Room. He paused, not really knowing what to say. "...Hey...Sirius."
Sirius was quite surprised that James initiated conversation first...In a moment like this anyway. "Hello...James."
James motioned to the seat beside him, a small, gentle smile curled onto that soft face of his. The pale, beautiful ivory color that was normally flushing through his face was overcome by sore, red spots, marks of sobs and cries. "Please, sit down."
Sirius paused slightly, but he nodded, taking the seat beside his friend. Or was it...His ex-friend? His...Boyfriend? How did he know what to call him? He really didn't. "Thanks."
There was a long, drawn out pause before Sirius stared directly at James, piercing brown, almost black eyes gazing into those hurt, tear-stained orbs. "You...You know why I'm here, don't you." His words were more of a statement, not a question.
James gave a solid nod before releasing a deep sigh. This wasn't easy for him, he couldn't find Lily, but he could've bet his life she was just doing the same thing he was, but just somewhere else. "...Yes, I do. I...Apolo-"
"Don't apologize for anything James, please, I should be the one apologizing," Sirius rebutted, shaking his head. "It was not anywhere near your fault, I made you do more than you wa-"
"N-no..." James stuttered. "I...I didn't stop you....To tell you the truth I..." He blinked, as if this was the first time he'd ever really thought about it. "...I think I might've..."
"...Might have what?" Sirius raised a questioning brow. "Might have..enjoyed it?"
Those words struck James like a harpoon in the heart. He wasn't completely sure as to what he meant... "E-enjoyed it..?" His cheeks flushed with a deep scarlet red, and he lifted the book in his lap over his face, peering out with just barely his eyes. "I-I...didn't say that, but..." His words were muffled, the pages of the book absorbing the sounds.
"But what James? What is it you mean..?" Sirius didn't want to seem rude, but he was beginning to get confused. He now found himself confused at almost anything James said...That soft-as-velvet voice...He wasn't understanding why he was feeling this way.
"Sirius, I-I..." James shook his head. He was just confused. He had thought about it all that time he'd run away to the library, and he had come to the conclusion: He didn't know any more than when he began.
Sirius felt his heart racing now, and he leaned back in the chair. "Spit it -out-, Potter..!"
James lunged from his chair, falling into Sirius' lap, his arms wrapping as best they could around the other's waist. Sirius held James close before he fell out of the chair, pulling him up until they were face to face. He began to sniff gently, a warm, single tear trickling down his cheek. "I'm..so confused...Sirius..."
Sirius nodded gently and hugged James close to him, hoping his embrace would calm the other. He'd only seen James in such an emotional way since he started going out with Lily, but it was almost nothing compared to this. He ran a hand over the unruly dark hair, a small sigh escaping him. "It's...It'll all be alright..."
James buried his face into Sirius' neck, and before Sirius was even aware as to what was happening, the boy seemed to stop shaking, and he was growing calmer by the minute. "James...?"
It was too late, the poor boy had fallen asleep. The confusion and stress of it all must've been too much for him...Sirius sighed silently, keeping his arms around James in a caring, slightly protective fashion. Leaning in slowly, he planted a soft, listless kiss upon the top of James' head. "Sleep well, my friend..."
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Author's Note: Hmm, not much but review if you'd be so kind.
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Remus sat down, his gaze fallen somewhere between Sirius' glance and the shaking Peter beside him. With a heavy sigh, Sirius finally sat in front of the two. His fingers intertwined nervously, both pairs of eyes piercingly gazing at him.
"...So...Sirius, what was-" Remus was cut off as Sirius took a longer and deeper sigh, obviously just to make his friend shut up. "It...Well, I was just...Sitting there, right?" He began, eyes fluttering for a moment, telling that he was at a loss as to where he should begin.
With a bit of a pause, he then started up once more. "I just...Sat there boredly until I heard some first years about to leave, but then James came bursting in, tears streaming...It surprised me, in the least. I did my best to comfort him, he started what happened..!" He seemed to sharpen his words towards the end, as if almost -he- was being put under trial.
Remus nodded a little to Sirius' words, but then stuck a hand out and pointed his finger in his face. "But -you- didn't do anything to stop him, now did you Sirius?"
With a bit of a glare, Sirius was taken aback by that. He began to stutter gently, but he shook his head. He knew Remus was right...He didn't stop himself from doing what he did. "I...I know Remus, I-I should've..."
"No, no...You get me wrong...You -did- make him feel better, your...Intention was ... Good," Remus stated, small pauses appearing as he tried to figure out the way to word the sentence.
Sirius knew Remus was just trying to help him feel better about what happened...But he couldn't really justify what happened...How can you justify something you didn't even understand, or even believe could happen? He just released a heavy sigh. "Well, once you came along...You knew what happened."
"But, why did James do that...? Or rather, why was he c-crying?" Peter asked, breaking his silence for the time being. His hands fidgeted in his lap, and he stared intently at Sirius.
"I...He had a fight with Lily, or at least...That's what he told me," Sirius stated, a small hint of pain in his voice. He couldn't stand to see James in such disarray... "Damnit all!" He cursed loudly, slamming a fist to his leg. "I was just...Trying to make him feel better..." He sighed heavily, and with that, he stood up. "I'm leaving now," He stated quickly, turning around and hurriedly walking out of the dormitory, leaving a speechless Remus and Peter behind.
"That was...Odd," Remus stated bluntly, looking to Peter a bit dazed. "I didn't expect him to do something like that...Up and leave, that's not Sirius..."
Peter shook his head, then sighed softly. "I guess it's just getting to him, you know..." Peter had ideas of how Sirius was feeling...He had problems like that of his own...Or at least, he believed the problems he had were the same as Sirius'.
"Peter..." Remus began, "...maybe you're right...Maybe...You're not..."
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Sirius had gone out in search for James...This had been quite enough. He needed to talk to him. Searching the furthest ends of the Great Hall, he found no Prongs. "Bloody hell!" he shouted angrily, slamming a fist against the wall, near the entrance. Some students looked at him strangely, but he shot them all a hefty glare, causing them to scatter. He let his form fall onto the wall with a small, pained sigh. There was only one place he hadn't gone, and that was the library.
"Maybe he's....In the library..." he thought out loud, pushing himself off of the wall. It was the longest trek to the library he'd ever had in his 5 years at Hogwarts...or so it seemed. He felt like an idiot...James would always run to the library when anything was bothering him, he was just that way: Books made him feel more at ease, more calm with what was happening.
He walked calmly past the librarian, a bit of anger in her eyes. She wasn't still mad about the slugs, was she? He shrugged it off, but headed down through the shelves of books, searching every corner, every nook. Nearly reaching the end, he had thought about giving up, but he saw a small form in the corner, face buried in a leather-bound book. He knew it was James.
Walking quietly up to the figure, he peered over his surroundings: there were tissues scattered about, there were piles of books nearby, and to his surprise, a picture of...The Marauders? Why did James have this? He didn't really know...
James knew that Sirius was there, he was always keen to these kinds of things. Setting the book down gently, his tear stained eyes looked up to Sirius. He didn't have his glasses still...They must've been left in the Common Room. He paused, not really knowing what to say. "...Hey...Sirius."
Sirius was quite surprised that James initiated conversation first...In a moment like this anyway. "Hello...James."
James motioned to the seat beside him, a small, gentle smile curled onto that soft face of his. The pale, beautiful ivory color that was normally flushing through his face was overcome by sore, red spots, marks of sobs and cries. "Please, sit down."
Sirius paused slightly, but he nodded, taking the seat beside his friend. Or was it...His ex-friend? His...Boyfriend? How did he know what to call him? He really didn't. "Thanks."
There was a long, drawn out pause before Sirius stared directly at James, piercing brown, almost black eyes gazing into those hurt, tear-stained orbs. "You...You know why I'm here, don't you." His words were more of a statement, not a question.
James gave a solid nod before releasing a deep sigh. This wasn't easy for him, he couldn't find Lily, but he could've bet his life she was just doing the same thing he was, but just somewhere else. "...Yes, I do. I...Apolo-"
"Don't apologize for anything James, please, I should be the one apologizing," Sirius rebutted, shaking his head. "It was not anywhere near your fault, I made you do more than you wa-"
"N-no..." James stuttered. "I...I didn't stop you....To tell you the truth I..." He blinked, as if this was the first time he'd ever really thought about it. "...I think I might've..."
"...Might have what?" Sirius raised a questioning brow. "Might have..enjoyed it?"
Those words struck James like a harpoon in the heart. He wasn't completely sure as to what he meant... "E-enjoyed it..?" His cheeks flushed with a deep scarlet red, and he lifted the book in his lap over his face, peering out with just barely his eyes. "I-I...didn't say that, but..." His words were muffled, the pages of the book absorbing the sounds.
"But what James? What is it you mean..?" Sirius didn't want to seem rude, but he was beginning to get confused. He now found himself confused at almost anything James said...That soft-as-velvet voice...He wasn't understanding why he was feeling this way.
"Sirius, I-I..." James shook his head. He was just confused. He had thought about it all that time he'd run away to the library, and he had come to the conclusion: He didn't know any more than when he began.
Sirius felt his heart racing now, and he leaned back in the chair. "Spit it -out-, Potter..!"
James lunged from his chair, falling into Sirius' lap, his arms wrapping as best they could around the other's waist. Sirius held James close before he fell out of the chair, pulling him up until they were face to face. He began to sniff gently, a warm, single tear trickling down his cheek. "I'm..so confused...Sirius..."
Sirius nodded gently and hugged James close to him, hoping his embrace would calm the other. He'd only seen James in such an emotional way since he started going out with Lily, but it was almost nothing compared to this. He ran a hand over the unruly dark hair, a small sigh escaping him. "It's...It'll all be alright..."
James buried his face into Sirius' neck, and before Sirius was even aware as to what was happening, the boy seemed to stop shaking, and he was growing calmer by the minute. "James...?"
It was too late, the poor boy had fallen asleep. The confusion and stress of it all must've been too much for him...Sirius sighed silently, keeping his arms around James in a caring, slightly protective fashion. Leaning in slowly, he planted a soft, listless kiss upon the top of James' head. "Sleep well, my friend..."
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Author's Note: Hmm, not much but review if you'd be so kind.