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bluegeekDouble duty this time, Prompt 4 and Prompt 8.
Summary: Remus and Sirius survey their kingdom and Sirius hatches a plan.
Word count: 1146 together, plus a picture.
"Does it look different to you?" Remus asked.
"Maybe. It's a little more overgrown perhaps. It has been an entire summer." Sirius inhaled deeply and breathed in Autumn. "The view is still amazing, and it just feels familiar. It's our place."
"The trees are beginning to turn. Maybe that's it. The fence is still here though."
"Damn fence. Tore m'trousers."
Remus laughed, and the warmth and familiarity of that sound resonated within Sirius' soul. "The fence didn't do it on its own, you know. I think you may have helped."
"Bah. Details."
Sirius looked down at the trousers he'd chosen to wear that day. Like the ill-fated trousers of the previous spring these were ripped at the knee and now he sported a reddened scrape underneath from Quidditch practice that morning. Not nearly bad enough to visit the hospital wing, but just enough to earn the sympathy of several adoring girls, a number of whom offered to "kiss it and make it better." Remus privately suspected that they fancied doing more than just tending to Sirius' knee.
Remus gave a small snort before responding, "Details, indeed. And speaking of, since we're being so callously abandoned this weekend, what do you think we should do with ourselves? I'm sure that studying is not even within the realm of possibility for you, so I won't even put the idea forward as an option."
"'Course not. I've no idea why you seem to have this disturbing preoccupation with academia, Moony. It's unnatural." Sirius was quiet for a moment, staring out at nothing before turning to Remus, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I know the perfect thing…"
~*~@~*~
On the morning of the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term, Remus and Sirius roused themselves early and made their plans. James planned to spend the entire day with Lily, being obnoxiously lovey-dovey (Or "snoggy-woggy," as Sirius had so often teased since James' recent success in finally wooing the lovely Miss Evans) in public. Pete had similar plans with the girl he was stuck on, Maureen Something-Or-Other, although they had the decency to be less insufferable about their affections.
Since both of them had legitimate plans to occupy them, it was unlikely that James' Invisibility Cloak would be missed. Which was good for Remus and Sirius, since their plans for the evening hinged around said cloak.
They set out and began the trip as they always did- stocking up on supplies for pranks at the Zonko's and filling most of the pockets of their robes with Honeyduke's sweets. As they walked down the road towards the Three Broomsticks, they shared a look and a laugh at the students walking towards the Shrieking Shack hoping for a bit of excitement.
"If they only knew!" Sirius snickered.
"I'd really rather they didn't, Padfoot. It'd put a swift end to all our fun." Remus rebuked mildly, then instantly regretting he'd said anything at all. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't dwell...
Sirius flushed a rather extreme shade of plum and stammered an apology before changing the subject. He nattered on to a silent Remus for a few moments before stopping and pulling Remus off to the side, partially hidden between two buildings.
"I'm really sorry, mate. Really I am. I would never-" Sirius ran his hands through his hair in frustration as Remus looked on but didn't say anything.
Remus knew Sirius needed to get this out or he'd stammer for the rest of the blasted day. He wished that they both could just forget the whole incident - as if Snape and his glares of seething hatred would allow it! - and move on, though paradoxically he also knew that it was important not to forget that night. He'd never been so afraid in his life as he'd been the day after when all was explained to him. It was worse than when he was first bitten, because at that point in his young life he never understood all that he would be losing. He'd been sure that he was going to be expelled, that Snape would tell everyone, that all of his friends would abandon him...
The lesson learned for all of them that day had been one of caution and responsibility. Sirius swore he would not soon let the arrogance of youth rule his emotions so easily and Remus promised himself he would never again allow himself to disregard that bloodthirsty other side of himself.
A brisk shake of his shoulders under Sirius' hands dragged him away from his thoughts.
"Remus. Never. Again. I would never do that to you again. I'd die first. Please believe me." Desperation roughened Sirius' voice and he was a sorry sight to Remus' eyes.
"I know, Padfoot. I know. It's all right."
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, which in turn released the tension from Remus' shoulders. They turned back on their path in silence, and Remus wondered at how much more comfortable the silence between them was than the frantic one-sided chattering of just a few minutes previous.
They spent a few minutes greeting friends at the Three Broomsticks and a few more while Sirius playfully chatted up the waitress (who was, uncooperatively, eyeing Remus in a way that soon caused Sirius both amusement and jealousy at the same time), the two boys slipped their bottles of butterbeer into the leftover pockets of their robes and set off again.
Upon returning to the castle endured a lecture from Filch as he checked off their names on his list as having returned from the town for the day.
"Back early, are ye?" The man practically spat the words at the two young men. "I do hope I won't have to confiscate the contents of your pockets, boys, before the end of the night."
"No, sir." Remus felt it best that he be the one to reassure Filch, as anything that came out of Sirius' mouth was immediately treated with the utmost distrust.
"Hmph. I'd best not have to be cleaning up after any dungbombs or Spewdrops this evening, Black."
Sirius mumbled something unintelligible - which was probably for the best - and dragged Remus away around the nearest corner. He seethed for a few moments, no doubt devising bigger and better plans to torture old Filch with in the coming days, before shrugging his shoulders and leading Remus towards the kitchens.
Once there, they threw the Invisibility Cloak over the two of them - which was not nearly as easy as it used to be - and snuck by the House Elves and out the kitchen entrance.
Under the protection of the cloak they were able to steal away over the tall browning grass back to the fence and their place.
And there they sat against the fence post, leaning against each other, talking and laughing and dranking butterbeer as the sun set, bathing them in all the colors of autumn.
Summary: Remus and Sirius survey their kingdom and Sirius hatches a plan.
Word count: 1146 together, plus a picture.
"Does it look different to you?" Remus asked.
"Maybe. It's a little more overgrown perhaps. It has been an entire summer." Sirius inhaled deeply and breathed in Autumn. "The view is still amazing, and it just feels familiar. It's our place."
"The trees are beginning to turn. Maybe that's it. The fence is still here though."
"Damn fence. Tore m'trousers."
Remus laughed, and the warmth and familiarity of that sound resonated within Sirius' soul. "The fence didn't do it on its own, you know. I think you may have helped."
"Bah. Details."
Sirius looked down at the trousers he'd chosen to wear that day. Like the ill-fated trousers of the previous spring these were ripped at the knee and now he sported a reddened scrape underneath from Quidditch practice that morning. Not nearly bad enough to visit the hospital wing, but just enough to earn the sympathy of several adoring girls, a number of whom offered to "kiss it and make it better." Remus privately suspected that they fancied doing more than just tending to Sirius' knee.
Remus gave a small snort before responding, "Details, indeed. And speaking of, since we're being so callously abandoned this weekend, what do you think we should do with ourselves? I'm sure that studying is not even within the realm of possibility for you, so I won't even put the idea forward as an option."
"'Course not. I've no idea why you seem to have this disturbing preoccupation with academia, Moony. It's unnatural." Sirius was quiet for a moment, staring out at nothing before turning to Remus, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I know the perfect thing…"
~*~@~*~
On the morning of the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term, Remus and Sirius roused themselves early and made their plans. James planned to spend the entire day with Lily, being obnoxiously lovey-dovey (Or "snoggy-woggy," as Sirius had so often teased since James' recent success in finally wooing the lovely Miss Evans) in public. Pete had similar plans with the girl he was stuck on, Maureen Something-Or-Other, although they had the decency to be less insufferable about their affections.
Since both of them had legitimate plans to occupy them, it was unlikely that James' Invisibility Cloak would be missed. Which was good for Remus and Sirius, since their plans for the evening hinged around said cloak.
They set out and began the trip as they always did- stocking up on supplies for pranks at the Zonko's and filling most of the pockets of their robes with Honeyduke's sweets. As they walked down the road towards the Three Broomsticks, they shared a look and a laugh at the students walking towards the Shrieking Shack hoping for a bit of excitement.
"If they only knew!" Sirius snickered.
"I'd really rather they didn't, Padfoot. It'd put a swift end to all our fun." Remus rebuked mildly, then instantly regretting he'd said anything at all. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't dwell...
Sirius flushed a rather extreme shade of plum and stammered an apology before changing the subject. He nattered on to a silent Remus for a few moments before stopping and pulling Remus off to the side, partially hidden between two buildings.
"I'm really sorry, mate. Really I am. I would never-" Sirius ran his hands through his hair in frustration as Remus looked on but didn't say anything.
Remus knew Sirius needed to get this out or he'd stammer for the rest of the blasted day. He wished that they both could just forget the whole incident - as if Snape and his glares of seething hatred would allow it! - and move on, though paradoxically he also knew that it was important not to forget that night. He'd never been so afraid in his life as he'd been the day after when all was explained to him. It was worse than when he was first bitten, because at that point in his young life he never understood all that he would be losing. He'd been sure that he was going to be expelled, that Snape would tell everyone, that all of his friends would abandon him...
The lesson learned for all of them that day had been one of caution and responsibility. Sirius swore he would not soon let the arrogance of youth rule his emotions so easily and Remus promised himself he would never again allow himself to disregard that bloodthirsty other side of himself.
A brisk shake of his shoulders under Sirius' hands dragged him away from his thoughts.
"Remus. Never. Again. I would never do that to you again. I'd die first. Please believe me." Desperation roughened Sirius' voice and he was a sorry sight to Remus' eyes.
"I know, Padfoot. I know. It's all right."
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, which in turn released the tension from Remus' shoulders. They turned back on their path in silence, and Remus wondered at how much more comfortable the silence between them was than the frantic one-sided chattering of just a few minutes previous.
They spent a few minutes greeting friends at the Three Broomsticks and a few more while Sirius playfully chatted up the waitress (who was, uncooperatively, eyeing Remus in a way that soon caused Sirius both amusement and jealousy at the same time), the two boys slipped their bottles of butterbeer into the leftover pockets of their robes and set off again.
Upon returning to the castle endured a lecture from Filch as he checked off their names on his list as having returned from the town for the day.
"Back early, are ye?" The man practically spat the words at the two young men. "I do hope I won't have to confiscate the contents of your pockets, boys, before the end of the night."
"No, sir." Remus felt it best that he be the one to reassure Filch, as anything that came out of Sirius' mouth was immediately treated with the utmost distrust.
"Hmph. I'd best not have to be cleaning up after any dungbombs or Spewdrops this evening, Black."
Sirius mumbled something unintelligible - which was probably for the best - and dragged Remus away around the nearest corner. He seethed for a few moments, no doubt devising bigger and better plans to torture old Filch with in the coming days, before shrugging his shoulders and leading Remus towards the kitchens.
Once there, they threw the Invisibility Cloak over the two of them - which was not nearly as easy as it used to be - and snuck by the House Elves and out the kitchen entrance.
Under the protection of the cloak they were able to steal away over the tall browning grass back to the fence and their place.
And there they sat against the fence post, leaning against each other, talking and laughing and dranking butterbeer as the sun set, bathing them in all the colors of autumn.
