And we have chapter two. None of this but the plot belongs to me. In
this chapter, Remus gets a love letter.
~*~
On Christmas day, the three sleeping Marauders were woken by Peter's excited shout of "Presents!"
Sirius mumbled something and buried his head under the covers. All was silent for a moment. Then three pillows hit the lump that was Sirius.
He whipped the covers off his head and glared at them.
"Bloody hell! Can't a person get some rest? It's not even afternoon yet. 'S too early to be up."
James looked at his watch, waited a few seconds, and then said, "Mr. Prongs wishes to inform Mr. Padfoot that it is currently one minute after the hour of twelve, and therefore qualifies as the aforementioned 'afternoon.'"
"Oh! Right then, presents it is!"
Sirius jumped off his bed, and bounded over to the mound of packages at the end of his bed. The others soon followed, and there was much tearing of paper.
"A book, Moony? Surely you don't actually expect me to /I?"
"Check the title."
"'Curses, Hexes, and Jinxes (and their Counterspells) for Hair'"
"There's spells in there to do basically everything imaginable with the hair on someone's head. And yes there's one for changing hair colour."
Sirius grinned maliciously.
"Thanks for the Dungbombs, Sirius!"
"Quite welcome, James."
When all of the presents had been opened, they gazed around happily. The Sirius wadded up a ball of paper and tossed it at Peter's head.
"Hey!"
Peter threw one back. Sirius caught it and flung it at Remus, who threw one of his own back. Soon there was paper flying all over the room.
When everything calmed down again, James pointed at the underside of Remus' bed.
"Look, there's a present left there."
Remus picked it up and turned it over.
"It says 'To Remus' but it doesn't say who it's from."
The others urged him to open it.
He hesitantly ripped off the paper. Inside was a small box, which he opened. There was nothing inside but a small note, which he read silently.
IRemus, I am giving you nothing other than the gift of Love. I hope you will someday return it to me, for I need it back.
Love you always./I
It was unsigned. When Remus finished reading, it burst into heatless flames.
"What'd it say?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing important," was the reply, but Remus' cheeks were tinted a very slight shade of pink.
"Right. Food?" asked James.
They trouped down to the Great Hall where there was a single table set up for lunch.
Professor Dumbledore looked up as they entered.
"Welcome boys! We have been enjoying a late lunch. Glad you could join us," the headmaster said.
As they were eating, Peter commented innocently that "The floor under the Slytherin table looks very clean."
James and Sirius turned to him and requested that that fact never be mentioned again since their knees were still sore.
After lunch, the marauders and a few other students held a snowball fight.
Sirius and James teamed up against everyone else, and got thoroughly beaten. Then everyone allied to bombard the few Slytherins with a mountain of snow.
Later they all flopped down in the snow. A Gryffindor girl walked over to Peter and asked him about the note the girls had received a few nights ago.
"Oh, I just did that on a dare," he answered.
"Spoilsport!" James shouted, and dumped snow on his face.
The girl walked away looking somewhat miffed.
~*~
The rest of vacation passed uneventfully. They played a few more games of Truth or Dare. Nothing too drastic was asked of any of them (except for Sirius streaking down the Slytherin dungeon corridor, but he had asked for that by giving James a hypothetical situation involving Lily and Snape switching bodies), and they all survived.
In History of Magic the next day, Sirius slipped a note to Remus.
bTruth or truth, Moony?/b read Sirius' untidy scrawl.
iAre you obsessed with that game or something Padfoot?/i was Remus' reply.
bJust a bit. This person that you like, what house are they in?INot Slytherin. Assuming that you choose truth, do you like Lily?bNo I don't. What year?
I5th. Or higher. How well do you know this person?
bVery well. Same question/b
Remus glared at Sirius. INo more same questions after this. I think quite well. What colour hair?/I
They continued on like this for some time. After a few minutes, James passed Sirius a note.
IMr. Prongs inquires as to the reason for Messrs. Padfoot and Moony to be passing so many frequent notes.
bMr. Moony and Mr. Padfoot have each been trying to find out who the other likes
II see. And so have you found out who Moony likes?
bNo. And No I will NOT tell you who is the object of my attractions at the moment.
IYou're no fun.
bToo true. Truth or dare?/b
When class ended, Remus walked over to Sirius.
"Why are you so insistent upon finding out?" the werewolf asked.
"Because I want to know."
"Good enough reason. I'm still not going to tell, though."
~*~
That night, Peter was in the library, James was in the common room trying to talk to Lily, and Remus was at a prefect's meeting. Sirius, not feeling as social as he usually was, went to the dormitories, and opened his trunk. He took out a book, a quill, and a picture, and then went to sit on his bed.
"If any of the others knew I kept a journal, they would make so much fun of me," he said, grinning.
He opened the book, muttered a word, and started writing. Fifteen minutes later, he closed it, and picked up the picture.
"So damned beautiful," he said, and smiled.
I was a picture that had been taken of Remus sleeping on a common room couch. He was curled up, with his head on the armrest.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty," the animagus said quietly, and trailed off.
"Pretty?"
Sirius jumped, and shoved the photograph under the covers.
"Moony don't /I that!"
"Do what?" Remus asked.
"Sneak up on people! You are too stealthy for your own good."
"Sorry." A sheepish grin was offered. "What were you saying about pretty?"
"I was just talking to myself."
"You're too conceited for your own good."
"Thank you. Did the meeting end? Or did you sneak away?"
"It ended early for once. Why're you up here? Lily's yelling at James about something."
"I betcha he loves that. I decided I wanted quiet for once."
"Should I leave?"
"No."
There was a somewhat awkward silence for a moment, where Remus stood fidgeting and Sirius sat wondering if the picture was wrinkled
"So," Sirius finally said.
"So what?"
"Just so."
"Oh."
"Truth or truth?"
"Truth."
Remus sat next to Sirius' on the bed. Right on the spot that the picture was under. Sirius wasn't sure whether or not to cry. He decided against it.
"Specifically, what year is the person you like in?"
Remus sighed.
"Must I answer?" he asked.
"Yes."
A sigh.
"5th. On a scale of one to ten, how good looking are they?"
Sirius considered this for a moment, and then said slowly, "Eleven. He's-"
Then he realized his mistake.
"Oh /I!"
~*~
For any of you that are actually reading this, don't you agree that I'm evil? Next up: a trip to the kitchens. And maybe if I'm nice there'll be a kiss;-) If I'm not nice I'll put in a very angsty Sirius who avoids Remus like crazy. Review please!
~*~
On Christmas day, the three sleeping Marauders were woken by Peter's excited shout of "Presents!"
Sirius mumbled something and buried his head under the covers. All was silent for a moment. Then three pillows hit the lump that was Sirius.
He whipped the covers off his head and glared at them.
"Bloody hell! Can't a person get some rest? It's not even afternoon yet. 'S too early to be up."
James looked at his watch, waited a few seconds, and then said, "Mr. Prongs wishes to inform Mr. Padfoot that it is currently one minute after the hour of twelve, and therefore qualifies as the aforementioned 'afternoon.'"
"Oh! Right then, presents it is!"
Sirius jumped off his bed, and bounded over to the mound of packages at the end of his bed. The others soon followed, and there was much tearing of paper.
"A book, Moony? Surely you don't actually expect me to /I?"
"Check the title."
"'Curses, Hexes, and Jinxes (and their Counterspells) for Hair'"
"There's spells in there to do basically everything imaginable with the hair on someone's head. And yes there's one for changing hair colour."
Sirius grinned maliciously.
"Thanks for the Dungbombs, Sirius!"
"Quite welcome, James."
When all of the presents had been opened, they gazed around happily. The Sirius wadded up a ball of paper and tossed it at Peter's head.
"Hey!"
Peter threw one back. Sirius caught it and flung it at Remus, who threw one of his own back. Soon there was paper flying all over the room.
When everything calmed down again, James pointed at the underside of Remus' bed.
"Look, there's a present left there."
Remus picked it up and turned it over.
"It says 'To Remus' but it doesn't say who it's from."
The others urged him to open it.
He hesitantly ripped off the paper. Inside was a small box, which he opened. There was nothing inside but a small note, which he read silently.
IRemus, I am giving you nothing other than the gift of Love. I hope you will someday return it to me, for I need it back.
Love you always./I
It was unsigned. When Remus finished reading, it burst into heatless flames.
"What'd it say?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing important," was the reply, but Remus' cheeks were tinted a very slight shade of pink.
"Right. Food?" asked James.
They trouped down to the Great Hall where there was a single table set up for lunch.
Professor Dumbledore looked up as they entered.
"Welcome boys! We have been enjoying a late lunch. Glad you could join us," the headmaster said.
As they were eating, Peter commented innocently that "The floor under the Slytherin table looks very clean."
James and Sirius turned to him and requested that that fact never be mentioned again since their knees were still sore.
After lunch, the marauders and a few other students held a snowball fight.
Sirius and James teamed up against everyone else, and got thoroughly beaten. Then everyone allied to bombard the few Slytherins with a mountain of snow.
Later they all flopped down in the snow. A Gryffindor girl walked over to Peter and asked him about the note the girls had received a few nights ago.
"Oh, I just did that on a dare," he answered.
"Spoilsport!" James shouted, and dumped snow on his face.
The girl walked away looking somewhat miffed.
~*~
The rest of vacation passed uneventfully. They played a few more games of Truth or Dare. Nothing too drastic was asked of any of them (except for Sirius streaking down the Slytherin dungeon corridor, but he had asked for that by giving James a hypothetical situation involving Lily and Snape switching bodies), and they all survived.
In History of Magic the next day, Sirius slipped a note to Remus.
bTruth or truth, Moony?/b read Sirius' untidy scrawl.
iAre you obsessed with that game or something Padfoot?/i was Remus' reply.
bJust a bit. This person that you like, what house are they in?INot Slytherin. Assuming that you choose truth, do you like Lily?bNo I don't. What year?
I5th. Or higher. How well do you know this person?
bVery well. Same question/b
Remus glared at Sirius. INo more same questions after this. I think quite well. What colour hair?/I
They continued on like this for some time. After a few minutes, James passed Sirius a note.
IMr. Prongs inquires as to the reason for Messrs. Padfoot and Moony to be passing so many frequent notes.
bMr. Moony and Mr. Padfoot have each been trying to find out who the other likes
II see. And so have you found out who Moony likes?
bNo. And No I will NOT tell you who is the object of my attractions at the moment.
IYou're no fun.
bToo true. Truth or dare?/b
When class ended, Remus walked over to Sirius.
"Why are you so insistent upon finding out?" the werewolf asked.
"Because I want to know."
"Good enough reason. I'm still not going to tell, though."
~*~
That night, Peter was in the library, James was in the common room trying to talk to Lily, and Remus was at a prefect's meeting. Sirius, not feeling as social as he usually was, went to the dormitories, and opened his trunk. He took out a book, a quill, and a picture, and then went to sit on his bed.
"If any of the others knew I kept a journal, they would make so much fun of me," he said, grinning.
He opened the book, muttered a word, and started writing. Fifteen minutes later, he closed it, and picked up the picture.
"So damned beautiful," he said, and smiled.
I was a picture that had been taken of Remus sleeping on a common room couch. He was curled up, with his head on the armrest.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty," the animagus said quietly, and trailed off.
"Pretty?"
Sirius jumped, and shoved the photograph under the covers.
"Moony don't /I that!"
"Do what?" Remus asked.
"Sneak up on people! You are too stealthy for your own good."
"Sorry." A sheepish grin was offered. "What were you saying about pretty?"
"I was just talking to myself."
"You're too conceited for your own good."
"Thank you. Did the meeting end? Or did you sneak away?"
"It ended early for once. Why're you up here? Lily's yelling at James about something."
"I betcha he loves that. I decided I wanted quiet for once."
"Should I leave?"
"No."
There was a somewhat awkward silence for a moment, where Remus stood fidgeting and Sirius sat wondering if the picture was wrinkled
"So," Sirius finally said.
"So what?"
"Just so."
"Oh."
"Truth or truth?"
"Truth."
Remus sat next to Sirius' on the bed. Right on the spot that the picture was under. Sirius wasn't sure whether or not to cry. He decided against it.
"Specifically, what year is the person you like in?"
Remus sighed.
"Must I answer?" he asked.
"Yes."
A sigh.
"5th. On a scale of one to ten, how good looking are they?"
Sirius considered this for a moment, and then said slowly, "Eleven. He's-"
Then he realized his mistake.
"Oh /I!"
~*~
For any of you that are actually reading this, don't you agree that I'm evil? Next up: a trip to the kitchens. And maybe if I'm nice there'll be a kiss;-) If I'm not nice I'll put in a very angsty Sirius who avoids Remus like crazy. Review please!