Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 38?
Words: 448
Warnings: Angst. Non-canon.
After putting the little boy to bed on a cot in the living room the three had decided to make it an early night and go to bed. James said softly, "Give me two minutes, ok? I just need to write a note to my parents. Getting undressed Sirius slid between the bed sheets happily. He had never expected to take off his favourite jeans ever again. He had never expected to go to bed with James ever again. And now he was watching James go through a domestic routine as his jeans laid crumpled on the floor. His lover stood dictating a letter to a quill as he unlaced his boots. "Dear Mother and Daddy, I know it's awfully short notice but was wondering if Harry and I could come for the day not tomorrow but the next day. Again I know it's short notice but he'd really like to see you and I would too. Please let me know if this is an inconvenience. Faithfully, James."
Sirius snorted, "You always sound so formal when you write letters. But there's a reason."
"Don't you dare say it's because I'm a pureblood."
"But it is."
"You're one too and you don't write like that. I was just brought up to think of them as Mother and Daddy."
"I'm not pureblooded like you. For one thing I'm not in the will." An owl flew off the wardrobe and came to rest next to Sirius. Shock washed over him as he realized the bird was Quill. While he knew that the bird was only eleven it seemed like he should have been ancient. James had received the bird for his 16th birthday. The last eleven years had been long and hard and had seemed to take an eon to pass. It didn't seem fair that the bird should still look young.
Rolling his eyes James walked over to tie the letter to the bird's leg and asked him to get to his parent's house before they had their nightcaps. Before the bird left James asked, "Do you want to come?"
"The last time I saw your mum she was shouting that it wasn't fair that I wasn't getting the dementor's kiss. So if it's all the same to you I'd rather not go." James nodded and signaled to Quill that it was time to leave the bird had flown off without complaint.
James started to pull at his robes and he said, "I'm not always articulate remember that one that just read 'Dear Mother, I am a mage. I'm sorry. But fuck you if you can't cope. Love, James'? That wasn't overly formal just functional."
With a snort Sirius smiled.