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Harry Potter
Firewhiskey and Baked Bean Soup (The Reunion Mix) by
Laura
"Merlin's balls, you always were a maudlin drunk," Remus says. It's gentle, though, almost affectionate. Sirius wonders about that. The fondness. If it's for the boy he was or the man he is, or some better possibility of him Remus held onto. At some point, he should ask about it. Might be a bit awkward, he supposes.
"You never did like talking about that stuff," Sirius says, and that's true. Remus was always secretive, always guarded, even if the secrets he was guarding weren't the ones Sirius imagined they were. Maybe they should have that conversation, too.
"You talked enough for both of us on any subject." Sirius and Remus and those first few days at 12 Grimmauld Place, learning that even though they're both broken, there's still something between them that can grow and heal. Oh, my heart.
For Want of a... (the You Know It's Hard Out There for a Prankster Remix) by
xylodemon
"Well, what's this idea of yours, then?"
"Oh, right." James tugged Sirius a bit further down the corridor, stopping beside a statue of Brunhilde the Belligerent. Sirius offered her a polite nod, since she was nine feet tall and armed like a Viking. "Remember that time, with the sneezworts?"
"Which time with the sneezeworts?" Sirius asked. "When Remus, um," he turned to watch Mary MacDonald walk -- no tits, fabulous legs -- and James huffed loudly and smacked him in the shoulder. "Sorry. When Remus lost his eyebrows, or when Peter walked backward and spoke Gaelic for a week?"
"Welsh, wasn't it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not really, no," James said, letting his rucksack sag to the floor. James's potion doesn't go exactly according to plan. Hilarity ensues. MWPP at their hilarious best. ♥
A Quiet Interlude (The Standing on a Precipice Remix) by
VelvetMouse
Lily and Sirius have a quiet conversation shortly before the Fidelius is cast. Heartbreaking and lovely.
~*~
Firewhiskey and Baked Bean Soup (The Reunion Mix) by
"Merlin's balls, you always were a maudlin drunk," Remus says. It's gentle, though, almost affectionate. Sirius wonders about that. The fondness. If it's for the boy he was or the man he is, or some better possibility of him Remus held onto. At some point, he should ask about it. Might be a bit awkward, he supposes.
"You never did like talking about that stuff," Sirius says, and that's true. Remus was always secretive, always guarded, even if the secrets he was guarding weren't the ones Sirius imagined they were. Maybe they should have that conversation, too.
"You talked enough for both of us on any subject." Sirius and Remus and those first few days at 12 Grimmauld Place, learning that even though they're both broken, there's still something between them that can grow and heal. Oh, my heart.
For Want of a... (the You Know It's Hard Out There for a Prankster Remix) by
"Well, what's this idea of yours, then?"
"Oh, right." James tugged Sirius a bit further down the corridor, stopping beside a statue of Brunhilde the Belligerent. Sirius offered her a polite nod, since she was nine feet tall and armed like a Viking. "Remember that time, with the sneezworts?"
"Which time with the sneezeworts?" Sirius asked. "When Remus, um," he turned to watch Mary MacDonald walk -- no tits, fabulous legs -- and James huffed loudly and smacked him in the shoulder. "Sorry. When Remus lost his eyebrows, or when Peter walked backward and spoke Gaelic for a week?"
"Welsh, wasn't it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not really, no," James said, letting his rucksack sag to the floor. James's potion doesn't go exactly according to plan. Hilarity ensues. MWPP at their hilarious best. ♥
A Quiet Interlude (The Standing on a Precipice Remix) by
Lily and Sirius have a quiet conversation shortly before the Fidelius is cast. Heartbreaking and lovely.
~*~