Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 52?
Words: 430
Warnings: Little bit o' Remus angst. Non-canon.
"If two hot guys are touching each other then a) you aren't threatened and b) it's just hawt."-MRHG on why gay porn has hotter boys than straight porn.
Setting his son down at the table James looked into the fridge. It was obvious from the contents of the fridge and freezer that Remus wasn't living well. There were no vegetables or fruit in sight and all the food seemed to have been there for quite a while, being rationed out. With a sigh he took out some eggs and sausages and shut the door on the practically empty refrigerator. He looked and saw that Remus did have bread and some tins of baked beans and said, "Let's have a bit of a fry up, shall we?"
"I cen help!" said Harry and he looked desperate to do just that. It was obvious that the little boy was trying to prove his usefulness again.
Not wanting the little boy feel inadequate James said, "There's something you can do. Do you like juice or milk more?"
Harry answered slowly not seeing any significance in the question, "I yike juice. But I cen fry the sauce-ages fer you."
The little boy couldn't speak correctly yet but he knew how to use a stove. James saw the little scars on his son's arms that had clearly been caused by hot spitting fat. "I bet you can because you're such a clever boy. But it would really help me if you could drink a nice big glass of juice. What kind of juice do you like?" he knew that Remus had none in the house but he could conjure some. The secret to conjuring up food was to not try and create the food but instead to call it from some place else. When they'd been at school they used to conjure things from the kitchen. Sirius could conjure up whole meals from Grimmauld Place that had been cooked for his mother. He'd done it purely out of spite and rarely actually ate the food.
"I yike b'ackcurrant."
"Lot's of vitamin C," said James as he flicked his wrist and pointed to an empty glass. It filled up with Ribena that had previously been living in the Potter's pantry. James figured his mother wouldn't begrudge her grandson a drink. The drink had nothing but sugar, calories, and copious amounts of vitamin C. But he didn't care about it's nutritional value. He just wanted Harry to drink something he liked. So what if the drink had nothing to do with actually blackcurrants? So what if the closest Ribena ever got to the fruit was the picture of blackcurrants on the label? It didn't really matter though, thought James, as Harry drank the juice happily.