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Title: Marauder's Summer GetawayAN: Sorry about the wait…things…happened…sorry about the length…freshman…volleyball…funeral…
Disclaimer: Hmm…I hate this part…I don't own a bloody thing.
Summary: Continuation of Morning Games: Sirius and Remus reminisce about the good old summer that James so aptly named "Marauder's Summer Getaway." RL/SB Multi-chaptered fluff.
Guide: 'Thoughts'
Present (OotP time)
Memories in MWPP era
Letters
Marauder's Summer Getaway
Chapter Two: Start of Summer Holiday
'Black. What a retched name!' Sirius scoffed in his mind as he dramatically banged the wooden door behind him shut.
"Sirius Black! You do not walk away from your mother when she is talking to you!" Screeching at the top of her lungs Mrs. Black bellowed from the first floor landing. Sirius could just imagine her black claw like nails digging into the old wooden banister as her dark dangerous eyes flashed wildly.
Sirius' own eyes flickered around his dusty bedroom before they slowed to a drag over his school trunk. He'd have to get it later. Grabbing his empty book bag from the floor he stumbled over piles of clothing to his trunk. After throwing open the lid he shoved several robes and other articles of clothing into the bag. He checked for anything else he needed, his gleaming white motorcycle helmet lay on his dust-covered desk. On the back of the chair a leather jacket was draped haphazardly. Picking up the jacked and tugging it on Sirius mind began to work rationally for the first time since his mother had started the row.
'Where can I go?'
Pulling the helmet over his black hair furiously he brushed away the thoughts and proceeded to storm out of his room determined to make the same cacophony as he had before upon entry. Letting the clasp of helmet dangle and hit against his jaw he ran down the several flights of stairs.
"Did you not hear me, Sirius?" A hand attempted to smack his protected cheek but only injured itself against the polished helmet. She cursed under her breath. Sirius didn't even make an effort to hide a growing smirk. "I will not have you fraternizing with bloody half-breeds and mudblood lovers!" Sirius mouth fell open as millions of curse ran through his head; he didn't dare speak any aloud. The words rolled in the back of his throat and he let them form into a low feral snarl as he pushed past his mother.
"Goodbye, Mummy dearest," he sneered walking out of number 12 Grimmauld Place to his motorbike (a sweet sixteen present from his uncle) sitting on the muggle street beckoning for him to ride. He straddled the enchanted muggle motorcycle and secured the white helmet by tying the clasp tightly beneath his chin.
"Where will you go? It's the start of summer holidays?" The smug and pompous tone filled his mothers voice as she stood from the house of Black front stoop eyeing her son. Sirius revved the engine to drowned out her voice before taking off.
'I'll be home all summer brushing up on my Quidditch skills. Thank Merlin for James Potter.' Sirius thought, a little put out he couldn't stay with Remus…he didn't exactly know what the werewolf's summer schedule was and therefore he could not just stop by at said boy's house at the start of summer holiday. Not to mention how awkward and masochistic it would be for Sirius to be in the same room as Remus…alone and only being able to talk to him.
Sirius sped off a ways before becoming airborne on the flying motorcycle. He looked down at the muggle neighborhood where his unplottable house stood invisible to any who did not know of its existence. Loose strands of black hair wiped his face as he accelerated in the direction of James' house.
'I did it Moony, I ran away.' Sirius smiled for the first time since the Hogwarts Express, since saying goodbye to Remus.
+Weeks Later+
Remus stood transfixed by the wall of books before him; a weary smile on his young face. He let his hands skim over the spines of the muggle fiction books. There were so many he didn't have the faintest idea which one to pick. He loved every genre, which didn't help to narrow down his selection.
'Ahhh, my summer friends.' He thought bitterly as a black book caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He slid his finger down the binding. In looping deep scarlet letters the title of the book was stamped along the thick spine, A.G.A.G. 'Strange title. Then again this is a muggle bookstore.' He pulled the book off the shelf.
The book was a soft cover but had a harsh texture that fascinated Remus as he traced the image printed there. A beautiful woman with short violet hair stood holding an elaborate bouquet of flowers dressed in a white wedding gown. She was looking hopefully, and what Remus thought to be longingly, at a handsome lanky man that stood next to her. He was dressed in a long black trench coat type uniform. The lanky man was glaring subtlety at another man on the cover; this man was not as lanky and handsome, but in an eerie way held his own against the other man. He was dressed in the same garb as the other.
The lanky man remind Remus so much of Sirius, the simple body language of the man mimicked the Black boy's mannerisms perfectly; he had to buy the book.
He attentively clutched the thick novel in his hands as he walked back home. The woman who had been working the cash register in the bookstore had practically cried when she saw him with the book.
'Oh darling, that book is bloody brilliant…just don't read it when you're feeling down, trust me it'll make things worse.' She had smiled sadly then and ringed the book up for him.
He knew what she meant, that was what had first drawn him to muggle writing…the raw human emotion that seemed to flow through the non-magic writers was amazing. It was as if to make up for their lacking of magic they poured their very souls into their words to give them depths and feeling that wizards could never put behind their words.
Remus continued to walk down the street wrapped up in his thoughts. He saw his house a stopped when he saw his window open. Remember why he had let it open he began to run up to his house. Up the short staircase to his room Remus hoped there might be an owl waiting for him. He smiled warmly upon being greeted by the Potter's old barn owl hooting contently as she fluttered around Remus' own owl's cage. Taking the two letters from the owl Remus poured her some water before opening the first.
Dear Mr. Moony,
You have been cordially invited to what, I James Potter; have named The Marauders Summer Getaway. With the help of my new bunk buddy and houseguest, one Sirius Black, we have comprised a fun filled week in which the four Marauders with shall we say…"getaway from it all." This getaway will be held in the last week of July so please R.S.V.P A.S.A.P!
- Mr. Prongs oh yeah and the irresistible Mr. Padfoot
Remus' lips broadened into a wide grin as he felt warmth flood his senses. He placed the letter down and picked up the second. In Sirius' unmistakable messy handwriting his name was scrawled across the envelope. Remus bit his lower lip as he read how Sirius had addressed the letter to him.
Dearest Remus,
If you read James and my letter first you already know that I am staying at his house for the summer. I took you advice and ran away from home, now don't flip out, I seriously (no pun intended, Moony) could not put up with anymore hateful comments that seemed to constantly spew from my mothers mouth. I'm never going back there, Remus…never.
Remus paused and stopped reading. Staring at the paper he couldn't suppress a small smile. 'He really left. He listened to me…'
On a brighter note I have a surprise to show when you undoubtedly come for the "getaway" (it was James who came up with the name by the way). I can't wait to see you again Remmie.
-Sirius
Squinting his eyes Remus saw something scratched out before Sirius' name. He couldn't tell what exactly it was suppose to be but it was too short to be 'sincerely' as Sirius normally liked to sign his letters with alliteration. Giving up Remus placed the letter next to the other. He realized that was still holding his book tightly and he let his grip loosen before falling back on his bed. The book was placed next to him on the bed as he got up to 'R.S.V.P.ing A.S.A.P.' He quickly scrawled a short reply and tied it to the barn owl's leg. He let her finish her water before sending her on her way back to the Potter's house to where James and Sirius were waiting for an answer.
Remus sat back down on his bed and picked up the novel. Turning the first page he noticed the dedication.
'To my love, whom I'll see as mine soon enough. To my friends, whom will see us together soon enough.'
'A week and I can see him again.'
A milky light flooded into the large bedroom Sirius and James were now sharing for the summer holiday. The moon had been full the day before. The black haired boy couldn't push away the deep guilt that bubbled in the pit of his stomach knowing he hadn't been there for Remus when he needed him.
Still awake and sitting on the spare mattress that lay on the carpeted floor he wrapped a thin blanket around him as he stared out the window. A warm breeze played with his fringe. Closing his eyes he began to pretend the warm air licking at his skin was Remus' fingers running through his hair. Light, fluid movements that Sirius knew Remus possessed in his over controlled manner. Sighing Sirius fell back onto the mattress with a soft thud. He pulled the blanket to his chin and closed his eyes attempting sleep for the third time that night.
"You awake Padfoot?" James asked in a sleep-laden voice. Sirius groaned a reply; he failed to find his voice at three in the morning. "I suggest you get some sleep…dearest Moony will be here, along with Pete, this weekend."
"Seriously?" Sirius asked sitting up again looking over in the direction of James' bed. He knew the other sixteen year old lay awake, most likely sprawled spread-eagle in his bed and wishing that he was dreaming about a certain red head rather then taking to his long time best friend.
"Seriously, Siri."
Remus twirled a finger around a stray strand of black hair as Sirius brushed his lips against Remus' jaw line ever so lightly. Letting his eyelid droop slightly Remus sighed tilting his head to one side. Sirius' hand that was not clutching Remus' hip was pressed lightly against the nape of the other man's neck and he kissed lower.
"I could have killed you for what you guys had planed…what you "forgot to mention." Remus sneered playfully pushing Black away. Sirius looked up into Remus eyes that dazzled with mock annoyance. Smiling at the voice Lupin had made to imitate James upon telling Remus their plans for the getaway Sirius spoke.
"Come now Remus…a little out doors camping never hurt anyone," he moved closer to Lupin. "Specially a werewolf." Remus' face faltered.
"You'll pay for that one, Black." Remus whispered elbowing him in the stomach lightly.
"Just how will I pay, Lupin?" Sirius cocked an eyebrow. Remus simply smiled mischief written all over his features.
"Trust me I'll find away."