Writer: Azure K Mello

Title: A Bond Never Dies

Part: 61?

Rating: I for innocent with a touch on intoxication.

Words: 369

Warnings: Angst. Non-canon.

MRHG wants to write a dedication, you're not allowed. I'm sorry sweetheart. . . now I feel sort of guilty. Fuck it, here she is.MRHG in her own words:

In the eternal words of Rasputin: "It's okay, Alexei, we'll play our games tomorrow. Now, get on your knees."

James handed his little boy a cup of Ribena, put a bowl of crisps next to him, and sat down with a heavy sigh, "We ready for the first movie?"

Harry smiled and nodded but then said, "Daddy, Remus doesn' have a telly. How's we gonna watch a movie?"

"We don't need a telly. . . what's a telly?" James was confused by Harry's words.

"I's what you watch movies wiv."

"Oh. . . well, these are magical," James shrugged. "We don't need a. . . telly." James put "Davis and Johnny's Magical Day" on the coffee table.

The movie was a small, complicated metal contraption shaped somewhat like a clock with a flag pole on top. James touched the spire with his wand and said a simple catalyst charm. The contraption seemed to shrink and then burst open with activity. The Spire split to reveal a lens that pointed up to the ceiling. The image hit the ceiling, reflected back to the lens and broke into a thousand pieces causing a multi dimensional image to appear midair.

A boy was on a broom and the wind that was driving the lad could be felt and James' hair flew into his face, "I hate trailers. Just show us the movie, you stupid thing." He pressed his wand into a softer piece of the machine that looked to be made out of a mix of mercury and mist. The image went at triple speed until James was satisfied and allowed it to resume it normal pace. A woman smiled at them from what appeared to be a kitchen table as a "ding" was heard. She stood and called over her shoulder, "Davis and Johnny! Your birthday cake's ready!" She pulled a fully iced cake out of the oven, it smelled delicious to Harry, and turning to James and him she said, "My twin are turning 15 today! And they don't know they're getting new brooms!"

Seeing that Harry was totally engulfed by the scene James turned to watch Sirius. The man was sitting cross legged on the floor. One hand was touching the wall he was staring at the other was holding a bottle of gin and a lit fag.