Memories—Best Friends

Memories faded into memories, and some stood out so vividly, as though he were still in the moment.

"Hey Padfoot, quit daydreaming and help us with this!" James called, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Alright Prongs, don't get yourself worked up." He said, sighing and readying himself to the prank that was about to be pulled off. He held his wand, looking around the corner at the approaching Snivellus Snape, who was walking towards them, talking to another Slytherin, insulting many people in a short amount of time.

A flash of light, and a resounding laughter followed as Snape passed by them. He wasn't the slime ball of normal, no…now he was much funnier. He was a duck. He quacked and hollered, making a spectacle of himself.

"POTTER AND BLACK," a crisp female voice yelled at them.
"Prongs, run for it!" Sirius said, running from the teacher that had seen them, his friend at his side.

Sirius barked out a laugh at that memory from their fourth year, back when everything seemed so funny. Scenes shifted in that eerie way once again, showing them sitting outside.

"Oh man, too many tests…My head is going to implode." James whined playfully, throwing his stuff to the ground and sitting down near it. Remus laughed slightly, leaning against the tree they stood beneath. Peter was lagging behind, looking tired and worried. "Peter, did you even finish that last question?" Remus asked. Peter shook his head, looking embarrassed. James and Remus laughed slightly. "That was the easiest test ever." James told him, making Peter turn an even deeper shade of pink.

"Other than a test though, when are we going on another adventure?" Sirius said, always thinking of their next big plans.

"Well, the full moon is soon, sorry to say it Remus." James said, and Remus shrugged slightly. "I've come to terms with that, you don't have to apologize."

"Well then, time to make some plans…"

There went another good memory, fading into darkness. Sirius laughed a little more, remembering how much fun those late night trips had been.

"Good memories, huh," the voice from before spoke again, and the voice sounded familiar to Sirius, a sound he hadn't heard for such a long while. Fading in as the memories did, James appeared from the darkness. "Long time no see Padfoot." He said, his face looking as happy as it had been on his wedding day. Aging none in death, he was still the best friend Sirius had always known, the memory he had burned into his head. This wasn't the lifeless bodies of that night, but the real James alive and well.

"Sirius, why are you here? I was surprised to see you." James said to him.
"I don't know myself. I fell through a veil in the Department of Mysteries." He explained.
James looked surprised. "The Department of Mysteries is a restricted place. Why in the world were you even there?" He questioned, his eyebrows going up questioningly.

"Well, it all started…"


((Author's Note:
Hey everyone. Sorry about the long time between new chapters, but I just started school and it's hard to keep up with everything. I'm hoping to get a routine going so I can keep up with this much more. Happy reading!))