And here's another one! Thanks to everyone who's been reading and I really hope you're enjoying! I've been trying to post about once a week so I will see you then.

The rest of that summer for James and Sirius passed in roughly the same spirit, waking up in the morning, eating a breakfast that James' mother had prepared, quidditch, lunch, more quidditch, dinner, and then spending most of their nights running around in their Animagus forms. Occasionally, they would mix it up by flooing to Diagon Alley to explore the various shops, restock their pranking supplies for the coming year, or even walking to the local village to marvel at the muggle shops which surprisingly had their own interesting additions to pranking despite not having magic on their side. Their perfect summer lasted quite a while, nearly a month and a half, before being deflated by the most unpleasant of interruptions. It began, as most bad news does, with a letter. This particular letter was sent to them from Peter's family owl, Aesop.

"James! There's a letter here for you, dear."

"Coming Mum!"

James and Sirius came inside from their practice, Sirius taking keeper as he was pretty good at covering any position although he never did have the desire to try out for the Quidditch team himself. He much preferred his current job as announcer, mocking James' blunders, to the hours of practice and commitment that being a part of the team required. The two boys made their way into the house where James stroked the familiar owl's feathers, leading him to their guest cage where they had extra water and food for any owls visiting after a long journey.

"Wormtail?"

"He probably wants to try and meet up at Diagon Alley before the year starts."

"Yeah, of course."

James slit open the letter, holding it away from his face so that Sirius could read it over his shoulder.

Dear Prongs,
There's been a bit of bad luck here. You know my dad works for the ministry…or worked I suppose. Well, there was an accident or I guess more than an accident. He's an auror and he was on a mission and didn't make it back. We're having a service and everything in a few days the 24th of July to be precise. I just, I would really appreciate it if you could be there. I understand if you and Padfoot have other plans though. I think Remus is coming, so I'll be ok.
Your friend,
Peter

James and Sirius looked at each other with trepidation.

Dear Wormtail,
We'll be there tomorrow.
Your friends,
Padfoot and Prongs

Peter had been staring at the same spot on the television for the last two hours, not taking in a bit of whatever daytime show his mother had turned on before she ran to the store for some last minute dinner ingredients. A loud banging on the door brought him out of his stupor, and he ambled toward it still surprised by the amount of people coming to the house. His family didn't get many unannounced visitors, but, of course, there had been a steady rise in them since everything happened. Only, his mother wasn't here, and he blanched at the prospect of having to interact with whoever it was until she returned. He opened the door with shaking hands, terrified at this prospect. He was taken aback when he was brought into a massive bear hug against his will.

"Ouch, what are you doing? Stop it!" He shouted.

"Wormy! We've missed you." Peter quickly recognized the voice of Sirius, who was holding him so tightly that he was practically choking.

"Let the man breath Sirius." James spoke up from his side.

James stepped forward, a lot more solemn than Sirius who tended to overcompensate in sad situations by being extra obnoxious.

"How are you Peter, really?" He asked it with a sincerity that Peter rarely heard from the cocky head Marauder.

"I'm doing ok." He replied honestly because he was doing ok. He and his dad didn't have the perfect relationship, and of course he missed him, but there was only so much crying you could do before it sank into numbness. He held that feeling of numbness like a crutch believing in his heart that if he showed his friends red, puffy eyes, and a pathetic snivel he would be the next Snivellus, considered lower than the worms which his nickname resembled.

"Well, we're here for you mate, whatever you need." James broke Peter out of his melancholy thoughts, and he nodded although he wasn't sure if he believed him.

There had to be a limit, there was for Peter after all, but he had to respond or else they would think something was wrong with him.

"Thanks" Peter finally muttered.

"Come on Pete, let's hit the town how about it?" Sirius spoke up. They had arrived fairly late, held up by a "short Quidditch match before we go", and then James' mother insisting they both shower and eat before taking off on their long flight across the country to Peter's place. James and Sirius both preferred to travel by broom, giving them plenty of time to talk and jostle each other and just generally enjoying the feeling of the wind in their hair and the sun on their cheeks. Given the length of the journey, the sun was beginning to set by the time they arrived, so Sirius seemed to think that this meant it was a perfect time to see the sights and make trouble as teenagers are wont to do after dark. James, however, raised an eyebrow at this idea, not sure if it was necessarily the appropriate thing to do. Peter just shrugged.

"I'll take that as a yes." Sirius spoke up, dragging Peter out of the house before he could even grab a jacket for the cold.

Peter lived in a middle zone between the isolation of James' estate and the busy city life of Sirius' childhood home. His house was a little bigger than Remus', not a mansion by any means, and it was a short walk from a local muggle village. Peter was essentially a halfblood as his father was muggleborn so he was pretty familiar with muggle practices. The boys walked around for a little bit, window shopping before coming across a small pub where they stopped to grab a beer.

"Alright, we all know why we're here. A really tough thing has happened, but that doesn't mean we have to celebrate any less. So, I would like to propose a toast to Wormtail's dad."

"To Mr. Pettigrew." James held up a drink, and Sirius and Peter followed suit.

"To Dad," Peter said, coughing to cover up the break in his voice.

It was a testament to the severity of the situation that Sirius didn't tease him for this. The group took down the rest of their beers looking down solemnly before the silence was inevitably broken by Sirius blathering on about one thing or another. Peter couldn't help but smile, just a bit, at the fact that maybe his friends meant it when they said that they had his back after all.

Remus Lupin spent most of his summers alone, which was rather difficult this time given how much he had come to rely on having his friends for his transformations in the past year. But the issue with having friends who were illegal animagi is that he couldn't exactly ask his parents for permission to spend the full moon with them. He wasn't even certain his parents were aware that his friends knew about his condition, and he didn't really feel a desire to discuss it with them given their general anxiety. However, he was able to gain permission to go places on special occasions. He had gained his parents' trust back in the summer after second year when he visited James with the rest of their friends for two whole weeks. This was made possible as it was the day after the full moon. His friends had planned it that way, although his parents figured it was just a happy coincidence. This made getting permission to go to Peter's house for a few days a fairly easy task, especially as it was for his father's funeral. Unfortunately, the full moon was taking place in about a week so he had to leave early, on his mother's orders. Peter's father was the first funeral Remus had ever been to, the first funeral of many unfortunately. He got out of bed, pulling on an old-patched sweater, one of his father's. It smelled like cigarettes given how much Remus smoked, not that his parents needed to know that. The fact is between tea and hand-rolled cigarettes Remus had found a morning routine that he enjoyed, and he was ok with that. He was interrupted from his musings with a jump by the soft knock of his mother at the door.

"It's just me. Sorry to scare you."

Remus shrugged, shaking off the anxiety that noises often gave him given his hypersensitive hearing.

"It's not a problem. How are you Mother?" He asked, offering her a polite smile.

"Oh, don't worry about me. How are you?" She asked, her pale thin cheeks worrying Remus.

"I'm ok, mainly just worried about Peter you know?" He said.

"Yes. You'll give him and his mother our love won't you?" She asked.

"Yeah, of course." He replied.

"My handsome boy."

Remus blushed shoving his mom off, as she tried to grab him by the cheeks.

"Come on Mum," He tried to turn the conversation elsewhere.

"You really are, if you would only cut that hair."

Remus ducked his mother's hands as she tried to go for his hair now. He knew his hair was getting longer, but he actually liked it, the shaggy bangs falling in his face hiding his scars as best as they could.

"Mom, please, I have to finish getting ready." He saw the disappointment flash across her face and felt a twinge of guilt, but before he could correct himself she said: "Alright, I'll get out of your hair."

Remus watched her turn away, leaving him alone with thoughts of Peter saying something similar to his own father, not realizing it was the last time he would ever see him. He turned to his mirror, grabbing a comb this time, trying to smooth down his hair. He resolved to apologize to his mother before he left that afternoon.

After about a thousand 'and if you're feeling sickly you come back right aways' from his father and his mother ranting to him about his 'ridiculous hair length' one last time Remus insisted that he had to be going. He didn't like wasting time, losing so much of it each month to his illness, so Remus chose to travel by the floo network to Peter's fireplace miles away from his own home.

"45 Prestonville, Rd, Brighton." Remus said in a clear, loud voice, feeling the familiar swooping sensation as he travelled across England, landing with a thump in Peter's fireplace, brushing some of the ash off of his old sweater.

"Oh, Remus, good to see you." Peter's mother looked up from her knitting on the couch, having been expecting him. "The boys are around..."

She was cut off by a loud shout of "Moony! About time you got here!"

Sirius walked into the room, having forgotten his status as a guest almost immediately. Mrs. Pettigrew pursed her lips at that, but she said nothing, eyes red from crying and brain too exhausted to worry about scolding Sirius' rudeness at the moment.

"Alright whatever Pads, come on let's get going." Peter said, gesturing towards the church across the field where his father's service was being held. He was muggleborn and had been raised Christian, so his request had been to have a muggle service when he died, particularly for the sake of his older relatives who didn't necessarily approve of the wizard thing.

"Alright." Sirius answered, following behind Peter towards the church.

The group of boys felt strange, sitting at the funeral in suits and ties instead of dress robes, especially James and Sirius who had attended a fair amount of wizarding funerals. It all felt very somber, even for an auror's funeral. Without magic there were just words which brought out an attitude of great sadness as well as a number of helpless people sitting around crying including Peter's mother who he attempted to comfort, albeit not very effectively. It was a long ceremony and by the time it was done the boys were ready to head back to Peter's house to rest. But then there was dinner with the family and more tears and apologies and grief. James watched Peter almost the whole time, seeing him break down further with each passing moment. He shot him a comforting look, which Peter tried to return, but couldn't bring himself to meet James' eye for fear that he would start to cry again.

James, who was standing in a corner with Sirius and Remus, jerked his head at Peter who made some excuse to his mother before approaching them.

"Come on, it's dark now." James said.

The marauders made their way out of the house, past the backyard and a good fifty feet across the field. It wasn't too crowded anymore at this late hour, but it was better to be safe. James went first, leading the way for the rest of them, lighting his wand and holding it in the air, shooting three red sparks above them, a showing of the highest honor for brave wizards. Sirius went next, and then Remus, and finally Peter. The group shot their sparks in the air, and then stood together, saying goodbye to Peter's father in their tradition, giving Peter a chance to say goodbye to both parts of his father, the wizard and the muggle.

They made their way back to the house, where Peter's mother had finally fallen asleep. James watched Peter disappear behind his bedroom door without a word, and sighed, following Sirius and Remus to their shared bedroom, Remus on the cot while he and Sirius shared the actual bed.

The boys were lying down, finding it difficult to fall asleep.

"Do you think it was the Death Eaters?" James asked, the first one brave enough to ask what they'd all been thinking.

"Dunno. He was an auror wasn't he and muggleborn?" Sirius replied.

"Yeah, he was." James said. "If they're killing aurors now…"

"It's best not to think about it Prongs." Remus spoke up for the first time.

"What do you mean? We have to think about it don't we?" James answered, frustrated.

"Yes, we do, but right now our friend Peter needs us to be there for him, not to run after some wizards who may or may not have killed his father and get ourselves killed in the process." Remus said, sitting up from his cot and facing James and Sirius on the bed.

"I wasn't talking about running after anyone." James said, flopping down on the bed, defeated.

"Although I do know plenty of people we could start with." Sirius said darkly.

"We're not going after anyone. There's plenty of time for that, but right now I think we all need to get some rest." Remus said.

"Yeah, whatever Moony. Goodnight." Sirius said.

"Goodnight." Remus replied.

Despite this exchange James stayed awake for quite a while after that, tossing and turning so much that Sirius gave him a well-placed kick to the shin. James had a hard time sleeping on his best nights, but particularly when he had a lot on his mind, and one of his best friend's fathers being killed by potential death eaters sure put a damper on a good night's rest. He decided to get out of bed as he wasn't sleeping anyway. He was making his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before he tried once again to get back to sleep when he heard a quiet noise coming from behind Peter's door. Ever the investigator James silently cracked the door open, noticing the heavy rise and fall of Peter's chest as he let out sobs, he was trying to stifle with his pillow. James knocked quietly causing Peter to sit up quickly wiping his eyes and stopping his sniveling in nearly a moment.

"Prongs, come on in."

"Hey there Pete, how you doing?" James replied.

"Fine, just having a hard time sleeping. Is the bed alright? I'm sorry you have to share with Sirius we only have the one guest room and…" James cut him off before he could reply.

"Wormtail, you're rambling. Mind if I sit down?" James asked, mentioning to his bed.

"No, go ahead." Peter replied, moving backwards.

"You know my grandfather died when I was about five years old?" Peter shook his head.

"He was one hundred and five." James said, as if he couldn't imagine being so old.

"I'm sorry." Peter said.

"That's not the point. I was sad of course, but I was also five, so I didn't really understand what it meant. That I was never going to see him again. It's a pretty hard thing to wrap your head around." James said, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder.

Peter shrugged, grabbing his pillow and cradling it in front of him like a stuffed toy.

"All I'm saying is that if losing my grandfather hurt, I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now." James said. "And I'm here for you is all, we're here for you. And whatever you need, I want to help." He finished.

"James, I'm really fine. I mean I will be." Peter said, not convincingly.

"Want to take a walk? I want to show you something."

Peter nodded reluctantly, following James outside. James led him through the back door across the field a good distance from the house, taking a seat on the grass, gesturing for Peter to sit down beside them. Peter obliged, looking between James and what James was looking at…the stars. It was after a few minutes of silence that James finally spoke.

"My mum believes in heaven, she's pureblood of course, but somewhere down the line her family picked up some spiritual mumbo jumbo. When I was little we would sit outside together on our porch, and she would point at the stars and tell me that my grandfather is watching me from up there, and most importantly that he's proud. I don't really know what I believe, but thinking that just maybe there's a chance of him watching me from somewhere else…well we can conjure things from thin air, and ghosts and spirits already haunt our school halls. How far-fetched is it that in another place and time your father and my grandfather are sharing a firewhiskey and watching us right now, talking about all the things we've done."

"Yours more than mine I'm sure." Peter replied.

"Why do you say that?" James asked, shooting him a look.

"I'm not like you and Sirius and Remus. Everyone knows I'm the broken link." Peter said.

"Peter, there's four of us for a reason. Four marauders."
Peter didn't look so sure, so James thought for a moment before speaking up again.

"Who was it who tried to wrestle the giant squid at the end of first year on a dare?"

"Me, but it didn't really work…"

"And who asked the most beautiful girl in fourth year mind you to Hogsmeade when we were merely third years?"

"Me, but she didn't even…"

"And who was it who became an animagus alongside the two of us."

"Oh, come on, that was your idea and you guys had to help me the whole way."

"But you did it Peter, and that's what matters. Your dad he loved you and more than that he was proud to have you as a son, any father would be. And you're not alone, you've got your mum of course, but more than that you've got us. And we will always be there for you."

Peter turned solemn for a moment, staring at the stars. James waited patiently.

"They're out there, the people that got him." Peter said, it was the first time he'd mentioned the people responsible for his father's death since they arrived.

"Yeah, I know, and we'll take care of that too, in our own time." James said, thinking about what Remus had said and wondering what he would have to do to join up with whoever was fighting.

"You mean it?" Peter asked, glancing at him uncertainly.

"Of course I mean it. But enough of all that, we've got another two years to learn as much as we can and you should really be trying to get some sleep." James said.

"I don't mind staying out here a little while longer." Peter replied.

James shrugged. "Me neither." He put an arm around Peter, and they just sat there together still staring at the stars, lost in their own thoughts.

Sitting there with James Potter by his side Peter was convinced that he could accomplish absolutely anything. That's the kind of intoxicating feeling a boy like James Potter gave you because he believed in his heart that good would always win. Peter had a much harder time believing that, particularly when he was on his own. His first year at Hogwarts he didn't think he would make any friends, especially after he was sorted into Gryffindor of all places. Lying there on that first night James and Sirius were already thick as thieves and the boy next to him didn't seem to want to get to know anybody. He was alone.

The morning started unlike any other in Peter's life. He was woken to the loud and boisterous voice of his fellow first year, Sirius Black.

"Good morning all, first day of classes let's get this party started."

Sirius, as usual was overcompensating given his extreme fear at his family's reaction to his sorting. The group made their way down to breakfast, all dressed up in their fresh new robes. Remus left first, avoiding the lot of them. James and Sirius were too busy talking to really notice. Peter, on the other hand, noticed right away and decided that he didn't really feel like staying alone in the room with these other boys for much longer. In his experience, boys like James and Sirius picked on boys like him, so he decided that even if Remus didn't want to be friends he could at least follow him down to breakfast and pretend. In that spirit, he sat next to Remus at the far end of the Gryffindor table, but soon the table was overflowing with people so that by the time James and Sirius made it down they were forced to sit across from them. Remus kept his head down, but Peter had noticed the deep scars etched into his face. He wondered how he'd gotten them, but while he was staring Sirius seemed to have come up with the same question.

"Hey kid, where'd you get those scars?"

Remus looked startled, unsure of how to answer that question. James looked at him curiously.

"Yeah, wow those are gnarly. Were you in a broom accident? My Uncle Elliot was in one of those, he was all scarred up everywhere. The healers took care of him though for the most part, he was an auror though so the curse scar they couldn't exactly fix."

"Were you cursed? Like by dark wizards or something? That's wicked!"

"No, it's I don't really want to…"

Before the interrogation could continue a familiar red envelope landed on the table before Sirius. It was smoking and sparking and before Sirius could think it exploded, the shrill voice of Sirius' mother shouting through it.

"Sirius Orion Black how dare you…Gryffindor scum…The house of blood traitors and mudbloods…an absolute disgrace to the family…what you could have been thinking…and to think we sent you to Hogwarts out of the goodness of our hearts…"

Sirius gulped near tears, the Slytherin table was howling with laughter Snape laughing loudest. Lily glanced down the table at the boy from the train guiltily at first before glancing back to Snape and choosing to stare at her oatmeal, neutral ground as it were. Peter, who was prone to nervous laughter began to chuckle nearly uncontrollably. He tried to stifle it, but the damage had been done.

"You think this is funny?"

"No, I'm sorry I…"

"Shut up!"

Sirius shoved Peter to the ground, ready to pound the kid who dared laugh at the most miserable day of his life.

"I'll show you something funny."

And he was just about to do just that when Remus Lupin grabbed him from behind.

"Hey, leave him alone!" He shouted. Sirius turned around in a huff.

"What's going on here?" The stern voice of Professor McGonogall which would become quite familiar to these four boys broke them out of the coming fight.

"Professor, you see it was just a misunderstanding." James spoke up, ever the charmer, trying to keep his new best friend out of trouble.

"Really boys? Fighting on your first day, and amongst each other no less. Ten points each will be taken from Gryffindor for this behavior. You're all in the same house now, and you might as well act like it."

Sirius scowled, tromping off, James glancing back before rushing after him. Remus glanced at Peter still on the ground.

"Hey, you alright?" Remus asked, offering his hand.

"Yeah, I…I'm fine." He stuttered a little bit, accepting the hand up.

"Good. That guy no right to attack you. He can go suck on an acid pop."

Peter laughed a little. Remus bit his lip before seemingly making a choice after a deep breath.

"I'm Remus…Remus Lupin."

"Peter Pettigrew."

"Good to meet you Peter, did you want to…maybe…walk to class together?"

Remus winced as if he might expose his lack of social skills just by this simple sentence.

"Yeah, sure." Peter replied, not caring one bit, for at least he had (sort of) made a friend.

He and Remus went through their first rounds of classes together, getting along splendidly. Peter was delighted to hear that Remus was a half-blood too, and that he didn't have to worry about that at all, especially in Gryffindor. The two boys listened intently to Professors Slughorn and Flitwick who spoke enthusiastically about the basics of potions and charms. They would be learning to make objects levitate next class, which Remus seemed to look forward to. Sirius, on the other hand, was pouting throughout both classes. He didn't pay his professors any attention, choosing to focus on the window furthest from Peter. His sour mood hadn't improved after charms and by dinnertime he seemed about to burst with anger. He kept glancing at Peter giving him sour looks while Remus sat next to him fiercely protective of his newfound friend. That night Peter didn't want to go back to the dorm, but Remus encouraged him saying "It's our dorm as much as theirs."

The two of them made their way into the room where Sirius was sitting in a chair at the desk in the room, feet up on the desk leaning back in the chair. He nearly fell out of his seat when the two opened the door, while James ceased his incessant pacing, looking ecstatic to have the two finally arrive. He spoke before either Remus or Peter could have a chance:
"Hey, so I think we got off on the wrong foot today. I'm James Potter, and that's Sirius Black. You didn't really mean to laugh at him did you?" He addressed Peter, ignoring Remus for the time being to handle the problem at hand.

"No…I…." Peter tried to speak up, but James didn't seem intent to allow him to get a word in edgewise.

"Because, Sirius his whole family's been in Slytherin and he's just really sensitive about the topic so…" James trailed off, glancing back at Sirius not sure if he had crossed a line as they still didn't know each other all that well.

Sirius didn't seem to be paying attention, picking at a spot on his trainer.

"No, I just do that when I'm nervous is all." Peter replied, to which James' infectious grin widened. Remus stood behind Peter in solidarity, not looking for a fight but supportive all the same.

"Oh, I get that. I fidget a lot, normally with my snitch but Dad said it was unsportsmanlike to bring my own." James said it, but was met with silence from Remus and Peter. "Um…anyway like I said I'm James. Sirius?"

Sirius walked forward, a haughty expression still plastered on his face from years of doing so. He ran a hand through his rather short hair, especially when compared to the rock star look he had going at fifteen.

"Truce?" James asked, before Sirius could say anything to disrupt the delicate balance he'd created.

Peter stuck out his hand first. Sirius stuck out his jaw before sticking out his own hand.

"Yeah whatever," He grumbled.

"I'm really very sorry." Peter said, but Sirius just shrugged.

"So, Remus right?" James addressed Remus this time; he was surprised.

"Yeah, that's me…yeah." Remus replied, having never been talked to so boldly by another boy.

"Good to know you Remus. Up for a game of wizard's chess?" James asked, making an intense effort to smooth over any residual issues between them as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, sure." Remus replied, having spent a lot of time playing with his dad in the long years spent alone.

"Great, winner plays next, Sirius?" James asked, offering the next match to him.

"I'll just watch, not a big fan of wizard chess." Sirius answered.

To the other boys this seemed like a throw away response, but for Sirius the answer ran deeper. His family had an obsession with competition, particularly in the intellectual realm. Losing at wizard chess, particularly to his cousins, was a point of great shame in his family, and he honestly couldn't handle any more shame after that morning.
Sirius and Peter sat on the bed watching James and Remus play in that moment, and Peter awkwardly shuffled his feet before working up the courage to speak up.

"I really am sorry." He said.

"Don't worry about it." Sirius replied.

Peter nodded, and with that quiet response, and the look straight ahead that made him seem a thousand miles away, he was sure that Sirius Black was the most terrifying eleven-year-old he'd ever met.

"Come on, it's getting late. If we stay out here much longer the sun will be up and we'll have not gotten any sleep." James said, breaking Peter out of his thoughts.
Peter nodded, following James as usual back into his house. They stopped at Peter's door, James pulling him in for a tight hug.

"Try and sleep a bit ok mate?"

"Yeah I will" Peter said, watching James make his way to the guest room.

And he did try, really hard for nearly an hour and a half, but he just couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. Every time he couldn't help picturing the death eaters who likely killed his father sneaking into his bedroom to finish the job, taking the family name down with Alvin Pettigrew's only son. Peter lay in his bed before he stood up, hoping that maybe James hadn't been able to sleep either and they could stew in their insomnia together until his mother finally woke up. But he found himself disappointed when he cracked open the door and found James fast asleep and snoring loudly next to Sirius in their bed. James always snored, Peter snored as well but not like James, the boy seemed to snore all the louder after a particularly tiring day. If you wanted to sleep at all in the Marauders' dorm you got used to James' snores. Peter smiled, seeing his three best friends sleeping peacefully in his home.

After four years together, as much as they'd changed, in so many ways they'd all stayed the same. James, for example, still snored just as loudly as he did four years before. He still was always good for a laugh and did his very best to make sure all of his friends were in on the joke even if his enemies were the butt of that same joke. Remus was just as Peter remembered him, timid at first, but a lot better at breaking out of his shell after so many years spent with James and Sirius. He was exceedingly kind, and he always made sure to defend Peter whenever the others were giving him a hard time. And as for Sirius, well Peter still thought he could be sort of terrifying, but he also knew that he had a good heart. Sirius Black had a reckless and obnoxious streak that he initially used to cover up his anger, but since he came to Hogwarts that anger shrank firmly overtaken by the fun-loving rebellious teenager that all of them had come to know and love. And yes, Peter loved Sirius like a brother in many ways, like the older brother who lets you smoke cigarettes and tells you about his sexual conquests but also will kill you if you go into his room and makes fun of you when he's with his friends. But a brother, nonetheless. And when Peter watched Sirius sleeping peacefully with his hair everywhere on the bed next to James, he didn't find him scary at all.