Dedicated to Anna, who loves a cigarette between Sirius' fingers just as much as I do.
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They found him leaning on the railing of the Astronomy Tower, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers and several extinguished ones on the floor beneath him.
James was the first to walk up to him, silently standing beside him and conjuring a cigarette for himself- they had a secret stash somewhere they summoned them from, since they couldn't actually conjure cigarettes- and lighting it.
Remus stood next to him as well, but declined the offer of a fag, his lupine senses too sensitive for the overpowering taste of a cigarette. Never had been able to stand them, ever since the boys discovered them in 6th year. Sirius had learnt how to cast a bubblehead charm just so Remus wasn't affected by the smoke. Of course, he didn't really need it anymore, since his senses were more or less used to it by now.
They looked over the night sky, the sounds of their harsh breaths filling the sky.
Hesitantly, Sirius spoke, "I...got a letter from Walburga today."
James nodded understandingly. Remus cocked his head to the side.
Sirius continued, "She uh talked about how much of a disgrace I am, the usual really. Nothing new," He shrugged. "But, apparently I am still the Heir, much to her disgust. Grandfather decided to keep me on, and she's pissed because she thought that now that I had run away, and been disinherited by her, her precious Regulus would become the Heir."
He let out a bitter laugh, "At least my running away was somewhat useful."
James wrapped an arm around his shoulders, putting his cigarette out, while Remus just looked forward. He wanted to comfort him, say something but he knew that Sirius didn't need pity at this time, but that was all he could feel towards the raven haired boy who had helped him so much in life.
Sirius, oblivious to Remus' thoughts, lit another cigarette, probably his fourth of the night, judging by the litter around his feet. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke come out of his nostrils instead. He had always said there was some sort of comfort in the slight burn he felt whenever he did that. Remus thought he was crazy.
"You know, you're gonna smoke yourself into an early grave, Pads." Remus remarked.
Sirius exhaled slowly, letting out a bark like laugh in the process, "That'll be the day, Moony, that'll be the day."
And as the night sky turned into morning, illuminated with streaks of red, orange and yellow, the three 7th years sat on the Astronomy Tower, with their sides pressed against each other, taking comfort in each other.
The war might have been raging outside, but they all had their own battles to fight.