Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 19/?
Words: 700
Warnings: Angst. I am so mean to these boys. Happy ending to this bit!
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Laying awake for hours James had watched the taller boy sleep with the morning light creeping in through gaps in the curtains. Eyelids fluttered beneath his gaze and he smirked. "I know you're awake. But for exactly how long have you been in that state?"
"fifteen minutes? I don't want to open my eyes it might be bright." He smiled gently and opened his eyes slowly. He smiled when he saw his cat curled up on James' chest. "Binkdine woves you!" he said in a stupid baby voice and then he paused and spoke normally, "I'm really hungry."
James couldn't help but laugh, "Me too." He ran a thumb over Sirius's abdomen but shrank back from the extreme heat. "My Gods! You're so hot."
"Born lucky," said Sirius before realizing what James meant, "Oh, *that*. It's the healing spell Dumbledore put on me years ago. It's sterilizing any wound."
"Doesn't it hurt?" asked James with concern.
"Burns a little." Sirius shrugged, "Doesn't matter." James nodded and leaned down to blow cold air over Sirius' stomach. Moaning Sirius arched off the bed and into James' cool caress.
A creaky voice suddenly sounding, "Shut the fuck up, Sigh! I mean Christ! Peter and I didn't go to bed at eight o'clock and are therefore sleeping like normal people on a Sunday."
"Sorry, Moony," they said in unison, "We'll go to breakfast."
Throughout breakfast James kept one hand on Sirius' knee under the table. They ate and talked animatedly with the people around them. And the pair made plans with what to do for the rest of the day. They would take a picnic to the shrieking shack, no one would go up there for fear of the "ghosts" and so they could be alone. And the upstairs of the building was nicely furnished. Just as they were about to leave the mail arrived. Everyone smirked when they saw the red envelope, it was always great to watch the receiver of the howler squirm. Even James was smiling until he realized that his owl was carrying the note.
"Oh bugger."
"Fuck your parents!" Sirius said emphatically. Quill dropped the letter into James' goblet filled with cranberry juice. Licking the edges clean of the sticky liquid, he opened it quickly knowing from experience that one should never wait to open a howler.
"JAMES DONOVON ALASTAIR HARLAN POTTER!" screamed his mother.
"Well at least she made it clear who she was talking to," James muttered into his chest.
"NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS HAVE I BEEN SO HUMILIATED. YOUR FATHER IS TOO DISGUSTED TO EVEN WRITE. LOSING CONTROL NOT ONCE BUT TWICE IN A DAY?" James smirked at her words not letting them affect him. "TO STRIKE OUT AT SIRIUS IS BAD ENOUGH, BUT AT LEAST HE'S USED TO IT BY NOW. BUT LOSING CONTROL WITH A MUGGLE GIRL? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED, *ASHAMED*. IT'S BAD ENOUGH HAVING A MAGE IN THE FAMILY," James suddenly blanched and couldn't smirk anymore. "WITHOUT-"
The words suddenly ceased and James looked up to see Dumbledore pointing his wand at the spot where the letter had been only minutes ago. The professor was standing in his housecoat and slippers but he still managed to look so powerful. "That's quite enough shouting for a Sunday morning thank you, Mrs. Potter." Everyone laughed at the tension breaker. Dumbledore looked at the enchanted ceiling. "Lovely morning," he said and sat back down.
"That was his subtle way of calling your mum a cunt," said Sirius squeezing James' hand under the table.
James smiled, "She's right though I shouldn't have blown up at Evans."
"You threw down with Lily and didn't have the good grace to wait for me to witness it?"
"See what happens if you spend your time hating yourself in the bathroom?"
"I can't believe I missed it!"
Smiling James looked up and saw the whole hall watching him warily. "I'm a freak."
"Maybe," agreed Sirius with a nod, "being a mage isn't normal," he said sagely, "But you're a good man, and you're my freak. So fuck everyone else. You will do great things, Mr. Potter, and I'll be there to see it because I'll never let you go."
The end of part 1 stay tuned for part two Azkaban/post Azkaban
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 19/?
Words: 700
Warnings: Angst. I am so mean to these boys. Happy ending to this bit!
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Laying awake for hours James had watched the taller boy sleep with the morning light creeping in through gaps in the curtains. Eyelids fluttered beneath his gaze and he smirked. "I know you're awake. But for exactly how long have you been in that state?"
"fifteen minutes? I don't want to open my eyes it might be bright." He smiled gently and opened his eyes slowly. He smiled when he saw his cat curled up on James' chest. "Binkdine woves you!" he said in a stupid baby voice and then he paused and spoke normally, "I'm really hungry."
James couldn't help but laugh, "Me too." He ran a thumb over Sirius's abdomen but shrank back from the extreme heat. "My Gods! You're so hot."
"Born lucky," said Sirius before realizing what James meant, "Oh, *that*. It's the healing spell Dumbledore put on me years ago. It's sterilizing any wound."
"Doesn't it hurt?" asked James with concern.
"Burns a little." Sirius shrugged, "Doesn't matter." James nodded and leaned down to blow cold air over Sirius' stomach. Moaning Sirius arched off the bed and into James' cool caress.
A creaky voice suddenly sounding, "Shut the fuck up, Sigh! I mean Christ! Peter and I didn't go to bed at eight o'clock and are therefore sleeping like normal people on a Sunday."
"Sorry, Moony," they said in unison, "We'll go to breakfast."
Throughout breakfast James kept one hand on Sirius' knee under the table. They ate and talked animatedly with the people around them. And the pair made plans with what to do for the rest of the day. They would take a picnic to the shrieking shack, no one would go up there for fear of the "ghosts" and so they could be alone. And the upstairs of the building was nicely furnished. Just as they were about to leave the mail arrived. Everyone smirked when they saw the red envelope, it was always great to watch the receiver of the howler squirm. Even James was smiling until he realized that his owl was carrying the note.
"Oh bugger."
"Fuck your parents!" Sirius said emphatically. Quill dropped the letter into James' goblet filled with cranberry juice. Licking the edges clean of the sticky liquid, he opened it quickly knowing from experience that one should never wait to open a howler.
"JAMES DONOVON ALASTAIR HARLAN POTTER!" screamed his mother.
"Well at least she made it clear who she was talking to," James muttered into his chest.
"NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS HAVE I BEEN SO HUMILIATED. YOUR FATHER IS TOO DISGUSTED TO EVEN WRITE. LOSING CONTROL NOT ONCE BUT TWICE IN A DAY?" James smirked at her words not letting them affect him. "TO STRIKE OUT AT SIRIUS IS BAD ENOUGH, BUT AT LEAST HE'S USED TO IT BY NOW. BUT LOSING CONTROL WITH A MUGGLE GIRL? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED, *ASHAMED*. IT'S BAD ENOUGH HAVING A MAGE IN THE FAMILY," James suddenly blanched and couldn't smirk anymore. "WITHOUT-"
The words suddenly ceased and James looked up to see Dumbledore pointing his wand at the spot where the letter had been only minutes ago. The professor was standing in his housecoat and slippers but he still managed to look so powerful. "That's quite enough shouting for a Sunday morning thank you, Mrs. Potter." Everyone laughed at the tension breaker. Dumbledore looked at the enchanted ceiling. "Lovely morning," he said and sat back down.
"That was his subtle way of calling your mum a cunt," said Sirius squeezing James' hand under the table.
James smiled, "She's right though I shouldn't have blown up at Evans."
"You threw down with Lily and didn't have the good grace to wait for me to witness it?"
"See what happens if you spend your time hating yourself in the bathroom?"
"I can't believe I missed it!"
Smiling James looked up and saw the whole hall watching him warily. "I'm a freak."
"Maybe," agreed Sirius with a nod, "being a mage isn't normal," he said sagely, "But you're a good man, and you're my freak. So fuck everyone else. You will do great things, Mr. Potter, and I'll be there to see it because I'll never let you go."
The end of part 1 stay tuned for part two Azkaban/post Azkaban