Title: Golden Boys
Author: Seadragon
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance/Humor
Rating: Pg-13
Warning: Contains slash. Also abuse, death, foul language. Don't like it, don't read it.
Summary: The two voices faded into the blackness, along with their owners, who had unknowingly just decided the fate of two people. It was a scary thing, to think that your life could be changed before you were even born. But it was done, and now they could only wait.
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Chapter 6: Who I Am
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Sirius Black.
Who was he?
Why him?
Why at all?
Had they thought this a game? Arranging people's futures for them? Well it wasn't, it was the furthest thing from a game.
James Potter sighed with disgust, and dropped the book he had been reading back onto the table. Well, he hadn't really been reading it. He must have looked at the first sentence at least twenty times without even seeing.
What right did these people have to organize his life? Wasn't he his own person, in charge of his own future? He could make it, or break it. That's what the teachers said anyway, when he caused trouble in class.
But what did they know? They couldn't change this, or stop it.
Dumbledore had sent for Sirius Black, offering no explanation other than he had to come. Durmstrang had been only too happy to comply. They were so eager to be rid of him that they had started preparing for his departure as soon as they received Dumbledore's letter.
James picked up another book from his large pile, and opened it to the middle. The library was silent for a middle, and then-
"Whap!"
The book had been thrown across the room, and had collided with a tapestry. The librarian shot him a dirty look, but stopped there.
No one crossed James Potter when he was in a mood like this. Not if they valued their lives.
James scowled. Sirius Black was due to arrive in about an hour, and he was not looking forward to it at all. This was the only thing he could do to pass the time though.
He had tried to play Quidditch earlier, but had to stop after he put the opposing Seeker in the Hospital Wing. He had then gone on a prank spree with Remus and Jack, but had given up on that after he destroyed the Transfiguration room when he lost his temper.
The Library had been all that was left that wouldn't cause harm to himself, his fellow students, or the castle.
Remus and Jack had made some pathetic excuse for ditching him, something about an essay they had to write, that they had left to the last minute. It was so obvious it was just an excuse, for one, Remus never left homework to the last minute. And two, they were in the same classes. There were no essays. You would think they could be a little more inventive.
Apparently not. They had made their excuse, and run. He couldn't blame them really, he wouldn't want to spend time with himself right now either. Another sigh and all the books on his table floated back to their respective shelves.
Resting his head on the desk, he closed his eyes. He was James Potter. He was supposed to be all powerful. But one letter had taken away any control he had ever had over his life. If he was so great, why was this happening to him?
When he died, he would have a few words to say to Messrs Artemureus Black and Finn Potter.
How he managed to fall asleep at a time like this was beyond him, but that was what he did. Everybody in the Library was fortunately wise enough to stay quiet, and well away from him.
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James Potter.
Everyone knew who he was. No question there. There had been celebrations the day he was born.
But who was he really?
He had to be somewhat normal. Everyone was. He couldn't just be the hero, always there to save the day, at no personal gain.
Being a hero made for a lonely life.
Or so Sirius thought as he sat alone on the Hogwarts Express. He had been dumped at the station several hours ago by a professor, and had been on the train ever since. He was no happier about this arrangement than James, but he had no other choice.
At least he got to leave Durmstrang. Somebody here had to like him, they couldn't all hate him. He couldn't blame James for hating him though. He knew that the boy probably did, just as he hated him.
How could he not? He had received a letter telling him he must marry this boy he had never met, all because their grandfathers had decided to have a little fun at their expense. It most certainly wasn't fair, and could never be.
No one should have that kind of control over another.
What he didn't realize was that it was all too common. Did he think that James Potter wanted to have to save the world? Did he think that people wanted to be killed by a monster?
Unfortunately, no one ever thought about that. They just left people to do their jobs. Whether that be teach, heal, or save the world.