Oh, and due to some recent and official info given to me by my friend
and roomie FreevAmi, I have changed Remus's middle name. It's John.
Not Julius. That makes me sad... I like Julius!! I may
change it back, but we'll see.
Entry #3 – Streak of Madness
September 1, 1975 – later that day
Thank every god out there for the prefect car. After the stunt Sirius pulled this morning before we left the Leaky Cauldron, I don't know if I could face him...
"Sirius!" James's mother called up the stairs. "Hurry, dear, or we'll miss the train!"
She was answered almost immediately by loud footfalls. In another moment, Sirius Black had appeared. And his attire was enough to make Remus do a double take.
His hair had been slicked back into a low tail that was tied at the nape of his neck, giving him the look of the gentleman pirate. A mischievous pirate if he ever saw one with that charmingly arrogant smirk. He had a black leather jacket hanging over his shoulder, the silver zippers and button glinting so brightly it almost hurt Remus's eyes to look at them. They didn't stay on the painful silver long as he continued to sweep his eyes over Sirius. His white shirt clung to his body, accenting every line of every muscle in his well-toned body. ...He'd never scoff at Sirius's insistence on working out ever again... And damn if those weren't the tightest leather pants he had ever seen! It should be illegal! ...For anyone but Sirius, of course... They were cut to ride low on his hips, and—he moved his eyes slightly lower—the binding article did have its advantages.
'REMUS! Quit looking there!'
He lowered his eyes quickly as his mouth began to water, noting the black leather boots that completed the ensemble.
"What's that getup for?" Peter asked.
Sirius grinned. "Want to take my bike for a last spin before we get to school."
Remus lifted his eyes to Sirius's face and took a deep breath, carefully ruling his features to a mildly uninterested look as he gazed at the other boy. But if he had ever wanted to get Sirius alone in a room and rip off his clothes…
He suddenly felt the urge to bang his head against a wall. Maybe he'd damage the part of his brain that kept having these thoughts. He closed his eyes briefly and bit down on his tongue, trying to think of something...anything to block the images he was having. 'Severus naked on a cold day... Severus naked on a cold day...'
"Oh, Sirius, you're not taking that thing to King's Cross, are you?" Mrs. Potter asked with a concerned look.
"Mrs. Potter," Sirius began, giving her a brilliant smile while turning the charm control way up, "did I ever tell you that you're like the dear mum I never had? You're a saint, marm, a true saint."
James playfully punched Sirius on the arm. "Quit trying to sweet talk me mum!"
"Just because she loves me more than you..."
"Now, now, boys!" Mrs. Potter said with a laugh. "Sirius, dear, you know you won't be able to take it to Hogwarts."
That damn motorcycle of his...But those pants...
What am I saying? I did not need that image in my head... not when I'm trying to get rid of all those thoughts. This is... this is madness! Dangerous. But temporary. It won't last. It should have been gone this morning! Why can't I shake this?!? And Mrs. Potter... at the platform...
"Oh, Remus," Mrs. Potter called. Remus turned to face his friend's mother as the train whistle shrilled. "Take care of Sirius, would you?" she asked softly as the note died away.
Remus's eyes widened at the request. "Take care...?"
"Just keep an eye on him for me. Now hurry or you'll miss the train."
Remus nodded dumbly before boarding the scarlet steam engine. Why did it suddenly feel like Mrs. Potter had just sentenced him to death?
This year's going to be hell. Absolute hell.