A/N: oooookayyyyyy new chapter. Feeling down in the dumps right now, I must admit. Ex-Boyfriend drama. Go figure. Two years ago, I would've said "boyfriend? That'll never happen" and now I half wish it never did. Enough with my depressing first world problems though, time to write a story about two young men living in the sixties and going to wizard school! Speaking of the sixties… does anyone know any cool kid sixties lingo and slang? I'D LOVE TO USE SOME! Comment/review any that you know XD
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James Potter, proud Gryffindor third year and young thirteen year old boy, was bored. He slumped on his throne, unable to turn his mind off. He wondered where all his friends even were. He finally brought them all back together and this is how they repaid him? By letting him wash away to nothing, alone in the dusty common room. How dare they? Did they not realize how much James loved them and craved their attention? Did they not care about all that he was done for them? Why, he (along with Evans, he supposed…) single-handedly saved the group from being no more. Did that amount to nothing?
While James pondered this deep philosophical thought (it was, at least, to him) Lily Evans came bursting into the common rooms, soaked and very, very angry.
"Those two twits are friends again!" she screamed, storming over to James. "And I regret ever helping you, you prat!" James looked up from his melancholy, confused.
"Evans, you're wet." He commented, she turned a faint tint of pink. Others in the common room started staring again; everyone in the Gryffindor house knew that the last word in entertainment was the James Potter and Crew show.
"I am very much aware of the fact, Potter! May you please remind your stupid friends of the weather before they attack me with water!" she screeched. "How they got muggle water guns is beyond me! I should have Filch search them on the spot for this scandal!" James, as well as many other Gryffindor students, started laughing very hard.
"I'm so proud of my boys…" James mused, wiping a tear from his eye.
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Christmas day rolled around and the four best friends all decided to keep up their tradition of staying on campus for the holidays. Remus, however, was not keen on the idea at all. Christmas Eve was a full moon, Christmas day was to be spent recovering in the hospital wing. As he thought about this, lying in his four poster bed, he also wondered how his presents to his friends were going to get delivered. He could ask Dumbledore for help or maybe Lily… though he doubted Lily wanted to talk to him. Remus smirked; he didn't realize how much he missed pranks with Sirius.
…Sirius. He was going to miss Christmas with Sirius. They literally just made up and he was going to miss spending the best holiday ever with him. Remus sighed. He needed food, or maybe just chocolate. He stumbled out of bed. December 21st. And pretty soon Christmas Eve. Damn.
As he made his way to the Great Hall, he heard James catching up with him, but didn't really look up. As James finally made it close enough, the lycanthrope felt the tug of his vest as James attempted slow him down.
"Geez, someone's hungry. Bad day, Scars?" James had recently adopted the nick name Scars for Remus. He didn't mind much, just as long as only James called him it, and until a better nickname came along.
"I suppose." Remus answered. There was a hint of distraction in his voice. James cocked an eyebrow but didn't say anything; they both reached the Great Hall and walked to the Gryffindor table. Sirius and Peter were already seated there, Peter shoveling eggs and bacon down his throat and Sirius picking at his own food. Remus chose simple bread and jam and started eating quietly. The trees and wreaths all around the Hall helped eliminate the empty feeling it always had during the holidays. There were a few Slytherins, an alarming amount of Hufflepuffs, and one Ravenclaw still on campus. The boys were the only Gryffindors. Even Lily Evans had gone off to a trip with her parents. Remus was feeling rather drowsy. Perhaps he shouldn't have stayed up all night reading that werewolf book…
Sirius grinned, leaning over the table and kissing Remus passionately. Remus, first caught by surprise, started returning the kiss. Everyone stopped eating a moment, even Peter. The shaggy haired boy broke away, leaning near Remus' ear to whisper his name, tugging on his tie. Remus blushed, sputtering at the suddenness of it all.
"Remus…Remus….REMUS!" Sirius licked the end on his fork and stuck it in Remus' ear. The other boy woke with a start, his face in jam.
"What in Merlin's beard!" Remus sat straight up and glared over at the rebel "I was having a—dream."
"Yeah, I'm sure your dream was pleasant. Next time though, don't fall asleep at the table." Sirius passed him a napkin "I heard that jam is bad for your complexion. Sirius stood up. "Meet you all under the tree. Maybe clean yourself up a bit though, Remmy…" the rebel laughed and started toward the said planned tree. Remus rubbed his temples, groaning. What was that? James exchanged a look with Peter and coughed, patting Remus' back.
"Hey Scars, what's going on in that huge brain of yours. You're looking like a lost puppy in the rain today. Come here and tell Uncle Potter all about it… and Peter too, I suppose." Peter seemed too interested in his second helping of flapjacks.
"Just had a weird dream, brain went all… loopy." Remus mumbled, slumping over his toast and rubbing off the jelly on his face. "I blame lack of sleep."
"Well start waking up. In celebration of our first day of break, we are going to have a snowball fight to end all snowball fights!" James waved his hands dramatically. "It'll be the best, the greatest thing we have ever done ever! There shall be blood, sweat and snow! And Peter will you stop dripping syrup on my robes!" Peter apologetically moved his syrup covered fork, and the boys all laughed. James pushed up his glasses, grinning. "I'm off to join Sirius; we'll choose teams once we're out there." James ran out of the Hall, yelling Christmas carols and mimicking the throwing of snowballs. Some of the few students (mainly the Slytherins) looked at him annoyed, but most laughed.
"Well… see ya." Peter said, getting up and running after James. Remus sighed and finished off his breakfast, walking off to join his friends.
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"Alright." James said, finishing up the two snow forts needed for what promised to be one of the best wizarding snowball fights since 1864. "I suppose teams making is in order. Umm… me and Remus against Peter and Sirius." Sirius was about to protest, but decided against it after getting a look from James.
"Maybe it should be a rule to only use snow, and the snow on the ground. No fancy charms or anything." Remus said, Sirius smirked.
"Fine by me, you're the one who knows all those charms anyway." Sirius tossed his wand aside under the tree, and the other boys followed suit. James seemed to have more trouble than usual parting with his wand. The boys all took their posts behind the fort, James winking at Remus, who chuckled.
"Ready, men?" a crowd of Hufflepuffs started to congregate nearby to watch the scene. "Three… two… one… FIGHT!"
A glorious battle it was. All four boys fought with such a ferocity, and once it was over, plenty of snow was acquired in everyone's hair and clothing. All the boys came back into the castle with red noses and blue toes. There was much clapping for the victors from the audience, and Sirius and Peter took the victory with pride. Afterwards, James and Sirius took the tunnel to Honeydukes to buy sweets.
"So how are you and Remus?" James asked casually, as they both walked through the tunnel, James carrying his invisibility cloak. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Fine I guess. I mean… we're talking again?" James smiled innocently and nodded. "Umm… he helped brush off my robes from all the snow? Crap James, what do you even mean by 'how are we?' We're fine." James snickered.
"Whatever you say, Sirius." James replied. "We should make a map of all these entrances or something, for future mischief makers, or for my future son with Lily Evans." It was Sirius' turn to snicker.
"Honestly, she's rejected three times this year, and you're planning children? Why not just go out with Alice, she seems into you." James crinkled his nose and shook his head defiantly.
"Please, Alice has too big eyes, and anyway Frank likes her. You saw those singing roses he got her. It was almost sickening." Sirius gave James a look.
"Those roses almost bit her ear off, it must be true love." The two boys laughed. Minutes later, they arrived at the entrance to Honeydukes. James pulled open the cellar door and the two boys hid under their invisibility cloak. Together they made it to the front of the store. James took the cloak off in a place where no one would see two boys suddenly appear and start asking questions. Sirius then grabbed up a baggie to put in the treats while James alerted the salesperson of customers. James looked over at Sirius and cocked an eyebrow, looking at the candies he was bagging up.
"Think you got… enough chocolate, Sirius?" he said with a smirk "I'm not made of money." Sirius looked up, eyes darting back and forth.
"Well, Remmy likes chocolate. This bag is for him, Peter's will be gummies, mine with be the dog treats for people and you can have… whatever you fancy." James shook his head in disbelief.
"Remus Lupin does not need two kilos* of chocolate. I wish I owned Gringotts, but I don't. Therefore I only have enough money for a half kilo* each. And get me some of those taffies." James huffed. "Sheesh, I treat you to candy and you attempt to run me out of business." Sirius grinned sheepishly and put some of the chocolate back.
"Don't understand why you can't just shave a little off Peter's, like he needs more food! Remus looks half dead and starving, and we give all the candy to the pudgy boy." The rebel muttered. James hit him upside the head with his wand.
"One half kilo or you're paying." James said firmly.
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Back in the Gryffindor common rooms, the four boys feasted on their sweets. Having the room all to themselves was surely a treat in itself. They played games of Exploding Snap without anyone shushing them, and Remus got caught up on all his reading. The day after the big snowball fight, Remus curled up on one of the comfy chairs, eating chocolate and reading a book, James and Peter were out somewhere trying to build the, as James quoted "biggest most awesome snow-robot ever!" ("Good heavens, man. What in Merlin's beard is a snow-robot?" Sirius asked, shaking his head). Remus figured that since it was unusually quiet, he would finish that werewolf book. Unfortunately for him, he was about to be disturbed. Sirius walked over and leaned over his shoulder, much to the lycanthrope's annoyance.
"Can I help you?" Remus murmured, still deep into his book. Sirius flopped onto Remus, covering his book, Remus sighed "Sirius, is this necessary? I'm busy."
"No you aren't. Let's go hex some Slytherins." Remus batted the rebel's head.
"Get off, I was reading." He almost whined. Nothing could part Remus J Lupin from a good book and some chocolate. Sirius only shook his head.
"You always read, come do something stupid with the rest of us. Come have a lack of intelligence with us!" Remus kept hitting Sirius' head.
"But this book is interesting! Biased but interesting." Sirius turned over, his nose directly on the book.
"I don't see what's so great about it. Which one is it?" he asked, voice muffled. Remus found this position very uncomfortable.
"Get your face out of there! It's the werewolf one." Sirius looked up, smiling.
"I read that one too!" he said proudly.
"You can read?" Remus said sarcastically. It was the rebel's turn to hit the lycanthrope. Remus laughed and deflected the hit, shifting a little in his seat to make Sirius roll off. Sirius shouted, falling to the floor.
"You prat! You've done it now!" Sirius pulled Remus by the legs to the ground, and the werewolf was taken by surprise. He growled, now entangled with Sirius, who was laughing. Remus bear hugged the other boy, and the wrestling match began, both boys using cheap tricks just to gain the upper hand. Sirius finally pinned Remus down, both boys flushed and laughing too hard. Sirius smiled and rolled off of Remus.
"I win, always do. It's not really a fair fight, with these muscles." He flexed his arm, which did not have much definition on it at all. Remus snorted.
"Please, you're just as scrawny as the rest of us… well 'cept Peter." Sirius looked up at the ceiling, chuckling.
"Maybe he should get into the art of sumo." Both boys cracked up. Remus dug into his pocket, pulling out his bag of chocolates.
"Gimmie some." Sirius pleaded, swiping at the bag. Remus moved his hand away.
"Nope, get your own." He teased. Sirius pouted and swiped at the bag again, this time managing to grab it. Remus sputtered, trying to grab the bag back. "My chocolate!" Sirius dashed through the common rooms.
"Gonna have to be faster than that!" Remus shook his head.
"Oh it's on..."
A/N: This was long . so long. Just… argh I did it though, I topped 2,000 words. I'm so proud of myself. Let's celebrate with some chocolate.
Official word count of this chapter (story only, excluding A/N's) is 2,225. HECK YES!
Beta'd by my incredibly awesome friend, who just had a birthday. I GIVE HER DEVIANTART POINTS AND SHE WILL LIKE THEM D BWAHHHHH
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