Silence was not some thing new to be found inside number 12 Grimmauld Place. Nor was it uncommon to hear a soft thud of a firewhiskey bottle being set back on the table breaking said silence. Sirius Black stared at the bottle that rest on the table with his hand around it still. It seemed pointless to remove his hand, as he would bring the bottle back to his lips in no less than two minutes. Never before had he drank so profusely. Sure he had gotten smashed while at Hogwarts and after he had graduated, but he never drank for these reasons before. He had never drank to forget before come back to this hellhole he was imprisoned in. But today was slightly different for Sirius in his reasons to drink. The fact that he had company was another different factor for Sirius' drinking routine.
It was Halloween. The first Halloween Sirius could really feel the impact of the significance of the day. In Azkaban, you didn't really need a calendar, as a result, Sirius never knew what day it was. Before even a year had passed he had given up on keeping track of time. Then when he had escaped, there was no time to sit and think about the past. He had Harry to protect, and he would do Harry no good if he was moping, he did that enough in Azkaban anyways.
The second year of being free was spent trying to fit pieces of strange occurrences together. Dumbledore thought they were connected and he was trying to see where the old man was going with them. His brain was so racked that he hadn't even realized the day had come and gone until a letter from Harry arrived making only thoughts of protecting him fill his head, which left no room for other thoughts. It made him feel sick and disgusted with himself for forgetting something of this magnitude.
"You know," Sirius said to Remus Lupin who was sat across from Sirius in the gloomy basement kitchen, "I have never once, not once, ask Harry what Halloweens are like for him. Hell we never even talked about James except if we're talking about a prank we pulled. Oh god. I'm a horrible godfather." And with that said he let his head fall onto the table with a thud. Remus chuckled a little and took a swig of his own bottle
"That's just the Firewhiskey talking Padfoot." He said.
"No its not." Sirius replied not even bothering to lift his head off the table. "What kind of godfather doesn't say anything regarding the death of his godson's father's to his godson? Who? I'll tell you who. Me that's who." Sirius then proceeded to bang his head on the table ever so slightly. His statement made him sound like a child. A child who had too much Firewhiskey to drink, mind you.
"Sirius will you stop that. If your so upset, next time you see Harry you can ask him if he thinks about his dead parents while he's at the Halloween feast alright?" Remus said. At these words Sirius stopped banging his head and looked up at his friend. " Go ahead and ask Harry if he misses people that he never got to know. I'm sure that's just what he wants to talk about with you." Remus said the last part with harshness in his voice that made Sirius sit up straight, readying himself for a fight. Seeing Sirius' reaction Remus added in a softer tone, "Harry never knew them Sirius. I'm sure that he wishes he had parents. I'm positive that he wishes for parents actually. But how could he miss the people that he never knew?"
"He can miss them," Sirius started, but Remus interrupted him.
"I know, but, oh god maybe I don't know. Maybe this is just the Firewhiskey talking." He said taking a sip from his bottle. "All I'm trying to say is that he might miss parents, but not Lily and James themselves, as he never knew them to miss them. Make sense? And if you start talking to him about it, it might make him feel bad for it. Oh I don't even know what the hell I'm talking about anymore." Remus paused to take another sip of his Firewhiskey then said, "Don't worry about it alright? If he ever wants to talk about it, just make sure your sober for it."
Silence filled the kitchen again only being broken by the sound of their bottles hitting the tabletop. Each lost in their thoughts. Remus, trying to figure out if anything he had just said made any sense what so ever and if he was even right in his assumptions of Harry's feelings towards his parents. He understood what he was trying to say, but whether it came out right was a different story. Harry never knew Lily and James. He never knew how James leaned forward when he laughed, and that Lily leaned back when she laughed. All of the habits James had that drove Lily up the wall were a complete mystery to Harry. That is taking into account that he even knows that James made Lily crazy. With all the missing information about Lily and James, how could he miss them? Remus understood that any orphan would want their parents back. But were parents and Lily and James, the people, they were the same thing? Yes they were his parents but… Remus sighed and placed his head in his hands. With all this complex think and all the Firewhiskey he was sure to be getting a headache.
Sirius was also thinking about what Remus has said. Sirius did not know how, but some of what Remus had said made sense to him. Harry knew so little about Lily and James. And that fact made Sirius heartache. He knew that he was to blame for Harry's lack of information. But it hurt so much for Sirius to think about it. He couldn't imagine what it would be like talking about it to someone that, if you were not looking in his eyes, could be James Potter himself. Once again the feeling of disgusted ness and sickness over came Sirius.
"Bloody fuckn' prick." Sirius said suddenly in-between sips of his firewhiskey. He said with such of a matter-of-fact tone that Remus stared. Was he really thinking about Snape at a time like this?
"Come again?" Remus said, still watching Sirius who was looking at wall opposite him.
"Voldemort," Sirius said, turning to look at Remus, face completely serious. "Voldemort is a bloody fuckn' prick." Remus could not help but laugh at Sirius' statement.
"Here, here." He said holding up his bottle. Sirius flowed suit and lifted his bottle as well.
"Cheers mate." Sirius said to Remus. They both proceeded to take a swig of whiskey. Then Sirius raised his bottle once more and said with his eyes towards the ceiling, "And here's to you guys," and downed the reaming contents of the bottle. Remus did the same.
"Wow, get pretty emotional in here. Agh, I'm going to bed. I think I could live without seeing you cry Moony. Night." And with that Sirius rose from his chair, staggering slightly, and left the kitchen leaving Remus sitting there. Remus smiled sadly and shook his head and started to make his way up to bed as well.
It had been many years since Remus had or felt the need to drink himself into numbness on Halloween. In the beginning it was so hard. Firewhiskey was the only thing that seemed to dim the pain. Over the years, Remus began to come to terms with the deaths and loss of his friends. But, he knew that tonight Sirius would need him to be there tonight. So he was.
Hundreds and hundreds of miles away in one of the oldest cemeteries in England, inside a family tomb that had been there since the beginning of the cemetery, something very unnatural was happening. Inside the Potter Family mausoleum, a white light seemed to be spilling out of every tiny crack of one particular tomb. The tomb of James Potter the Third was emitting a white light, which seemed to almost be some sort of fog. Then as quickly as it had appeared, the emitting of the white light stopped.
James Potter's eyes snapped open for the first time in fourteen years.
A.N-How was that? What did you guys think of Remus and Sirius? Keep in mind though, they had been drinking. Please, please give me some feed back. It would put a BIG smile on my face. And I would just like to thank silverpheonix2, Knight-whosays-ni, Eric2, Lil Miss Potter(I got your review) and DawnRising. You guys reallymade my day.