02-02-2010, 12:02 AM
(It's perfectly fine, and feel free to control James or Lily as you see fit, side characters are pretty unimportant as far as I'm concerned. C: )
In mere seconds he was pulled from his thinking by the sound of a lock turning in it's place. He flicked his vision to the door as it soundlessly swung open, though he saw no people to explain the phenomena. Luckily this question didn't go unanswered as the invisibility cloak was swiftly removed from the three boys. One of them, the kid with light brown hair, spoke first, making a concerned comment about an accident that Sirius concluded somehow involved he himself and stairs. Well now, that didn't sound to pleasant. Something about this boy was familiar; the former prisoner decided this as he silently traced the boys features. Another of the threesome commented, "Honestly Padfoot, you look genuinely surprised to see our dear Moony here."
Relief flooded over him as he recognized his godson clutching the infamous cloak.
This sense of security didn't last long as a chill settled into the base of his spine. The hair was a little too long. The grin was a little too wide. The eyes were a little too brown. This was not Harry at all. This was, "James?"
"You must have hit your head harder then we thought, eh?", Came the bespectacled wizard's reply as he helped himself to a seat on the bed.
James, this was James. The marauder's James. Dead James. But here he was! Vibrant with life in his youth, his eyes still aglow with mischief. All Sirius could manage was a small pained metallic squeak, a noise of confusion and utter lament. Something clicked in his head as his eyes roamed back to the brown haired boy, who he understood now was his same old Moony. No, not quite the same. This Remus was in his prime, his hair untouched by the peppered gray of aging. His skin was also younger, devoid of the tell-tale deep set lines caused by years of stress and transformations. Sirius realized with a start that with his looks he couldn't have been much older than sixteen.
Remus and James. The old friends side by side once more, but of course he had not forgotten. Marauders came in fours. With some amount of trepidation he let his gaze sweep over to the foot of the bed. There he stood inconspicuously, beady little eyes looking straight at him. Briefly Sirius wondered if the others heard the gentle snap. The gentle sound he had heard clear as crystal when the last tethers of restraint were severed quite beyond repair. The next sound he heard was the heavy thud of two bodies hitting the ground, his was clearly among them. Honestly the only real sense he paid any attention to at all was the feeling of a very living neck underneath the firm grasp of his hands. Well, he would have to change something about that now wouldn't he?
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