Bromance [Sirius, duh]

[James Potter]

JAMES LIAM POTTER

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Requesting the presence of Sirius Black.
Time: Night.
Plot: Trouble-making.

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My, my, what a glorious summer it had turned out to be. Time was nearing for school to start back up again, but the amount of trouble Padfoot and Prongs decided to get into had still not simmered down. It had been their first summer living together as more than friends; they were brothers. And they were inseparable on top of that, not that much had changed there from when the two weren't living together. Their school days had been spent nearly hand-in-hand, had that not been a little gay even for them. Though they had a group of four, the Marauders, they were the leaders, and they were the closest of them all. Yes, this summer had been filled with girls, mischievous antics, as well as many other enjoyable happenings. It seemed their time off school would never end, but when it did, it would be more unforgettable than any summer ever lived before this one.

Felix and Isabella Potter had kicked the two of them out for the night. That wasn't a big deal for them, because they preferred running around to do their own things rather than be locked up in the house. In fact, it had all been part of the plan. They had been acting like idiots the whole day so that their night might be spent out. Night was always more interesting than the day anyway, because the sun didn't allow much room for hiding in. They had spent a good portion of the day pranking James' poor mother, and the rest of the day, once his father was home, asking obnoxious questions about the mysterious job they knew he couldn't speak of. "What is it that you do, exactly?" Sirius had asked him, getting way too close for comfort. James, on his father's other side, had carried it on in a serious manner with, "I think he really just sits in his office picking his nose, that's why he can't tell us anything about it... what a job!"

That had led to the final straw, having been followed by James picking his nose and exclaiming, "My God, that's a record-setter!" Felix threw his hands on the counter and ordered them both out. He claimed that his head hurt but he knew that the two were up to something, just unsure of what exactly. James' parents were good, but they spoiled him, and had been doing the same to Sirius since he had joined their residence. They also let the two get away with whatever they wanted, no questions asked, unless it was something too dangerous. Even then, it was often made out to be a joke rather than something serious. The Forbidden Forest was one of those dangerous but funny subjects that was brought up a lot in discussions.

James and Sirius exchanged poorly hidden expressions of excitement, and they had both run out of the house quickly. The truth was, they almost never had plans as to what kind of trouble they were going to get into, but something totally incredible was about to take place. The sun was just setting behind the trees, and it was hard to decide where to scurry off to first. James looked over at his friend and smirked. "Where to, friend?" he asked, knowing that if he had no idea, Sirius was sure to have some sort of plan in mind. Even if he didn't, it would be easy to come up with one. Their nights had been long and exhausting, and though for most people, plans might have been overused by now, Sirius and James could never get tired of each other, or things they could do.

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[Sirius Black]

The smells of freshly mowed grass, sun screen, and cold sweets were slowly melting away with the dwindling days of the end of summer. Soon the girls would be out of their short summer skirts and back in their long pants and woollen uniform skirts that touched their knee. The hem lines were growing longer already and it would be a sad day when they were to greet the cool chill of fall. Sirius Black didn’t like to think about it. He felt as though women’s legs were never one to be hidden under pants or school uniforms. If he had it his way everyone would just go about their lives in the nude.

Despite the growing hem lines, Sirius could not have been happier with the way things were going. Summer had brought with it the endless possibilities of tomfoolery. It had been the first summer where he could really stretch his legs and do what he was meant to do in life and that was to cause havoc. It would have, of course been a lot different without his best mate at his side. Since leaving his home and moving in with the Potters, Sirius and James had been a hurricane of fun and mischief. Sometimes Sirius wondered how Mr. and Mrs. Potter handled it all. It was one thing having a son like James, it was completely and utterly mental to take on another as insane as the first.

Though, after everything that had happened the Potters had all survived...except maybe the cat that had recently gone missing after Sirius decided to use it as a test pilot in something Sirius liked to call “The Grenade”.

All in all it had been a summer to remember, and it would have never been the same without his mate...no his brother, James Potter. Although Hogwarts had always been a home for Sirius, he was a bit sad to see summer leave them.

On that summer’s day, it had been one of particularly good pestering fun for James and Sirius. Now, Sirius had always wondered at what lengths the pair of them would have had to go to get Prongs’ parents to blow. Their tolerance for obnoxious teen boys was surprisingly high. In reality he would never do something as drastic as to get the Potters to reconsider letting him crash at their place but he did test their limits on a daily basis. That day, however, it had all been planned. When the Potters had enough of Sirius and James’ ‘oh-so-funny’ antics Sirius did not object nor try and defend himself. Instead he ran right after James out the door and into the freedom that was a hot summer night.

Sirius looked back at James, mimicking the same devilish grin his friend had tattooed over his lips. There were never limits to what these two would do when they were let loose, especially in the free spirited ways of summer.

"Where to, friend?"

“I’d thought you’d never ask my friend,” he responded as he slung his arm around James’ shoulders. He looked up at the darkening sky and laughed as all the possibilities ran through his head, “We could go find some girls...prank your neighbours...again... maybe set that hideous bird house on fire at the end of the block. That thing is bloody awful. OH! We should roof race!!” he added excitedly as his eyes lit up.

Sirius had always found regular racing a tad on the boring side. He always had to make things more dangerous and wild and that was precisely what his new favourite summer game had done. Roof races held the danger and the adrenaline rush Sirius looked for every minute of every day. He kind of had a habit of going to the extreme without thinking of the consequences of it.

He patted James’ chest the hand that had been slung around James’ shoulder before running off ahead of his pal. He turned around and races his eyebrow at him,

“Unless you’re too scared,” he added competitively, “ We could always just, you know go play a Bridge with that elderly woman across the street if that’s more up your alley.”

Sirius was smiling from ear to ear. He knew James could never refuse a challenge. The two were more competitive than anyone they had ever come across and that was saying something considering James’ Quidditch background and Sirius’ flare for duelling.

He held his hands out, awaiting his best mate’s response. Where this night would lead them was completely up in the air but they both knew that the neighbourhood should be on their toes while these two roamed free.

[James Potter]

JAMES LIAM POTTER

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Requesting the presence of Sirius Black.
Time: Night.
Plot: Trouble-making.

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The night was still oh so very young by the time they had exited the Potter home. The Potters had a lot of money, but they lived modestly. They preferred to save rather than spend hardly anything, though they did keep their one biological son and now one adopted son satisfied. They had gone shopping early in the summer to get Sirius new clothes. It was a shame, really, as he hadn't been even close to the favourite son in his family, and therefore was given scrappy hand-me-downs. The Potters were completely astonished at what little he had to pack when he came to live with them, and they had taken him out for new clothes as if it were an emergency... it really sort of was. Sirius had been lucky he had his good looks and rugged personality in his favour, because his clothing did not do him justice.

James had also picked out quite a few new clothes and was sporting some of them tonight. He was trying to save his nicer clothing for school, because when he and Sirius went out to run rampant in the streets, there was no telling what kind of dirt or other materials might get on him. Not to mention they tended to do stupid things that tattered their clothing pretty well. This being said, James was wearing a plain white t-shirt that had already been ripped quite a lot, as well as some very holey jeans. He preferred his Muggle clothing to his school uniform or any clothing deemed reasonable by the magical world - it just seemed more logical. Muggle items seemed more impressive to him anyway, but then again, isn't that how it always goes? The grass is always greener on the other side.

Sirius had thrown his arm around James as he often did. James pulled his hand into a fist and punched Sirius in the ribs gently as he usually seemed to do. They both looked out into the suburban neighbourhood as if it were theirs to command, that the world might give way and bow to every silly whim they might have. Sometimes they might think that this were so, as they tended to get their ways in everything. Professors knew they were troublemakers but for some reason usually turned away when they were doing something wrong. Even most students pretended that the two were completely perfect. They were the ringleaders of the school. James sometimes wondered if the two might be able to walk into Gringotts, ask for five hundred gold and be handed it so they could be on their merry way... they just seemed that damn lucky. Sirius and James, Padfoot and Prongs, the perfect criminals, without even having the record of committing crimes. It seemed possible.

James looked at his friend as he listed off suggestions, and shrugged, crunching his face into an interested position. "That all sounds too boring, though that birdhouse really must be destroyed before we return to Hogwarts... it is atrocious! It brings down the entire neighbourhoods value. We would be considered heroes! Legends, even!" He had a knack for getting a little dramatic in some of the things he said, but that was okay. Sirius did the same thing. Maybe that was why they got along so well.

But then Sirius said something that James had never heard but brought him a lot of excitement. Roof-racing, his mind repeated, considering the idea of this. He visualised them jumping across rooftops in an epic race to end all races. Boys had this funny thing about them that, according to his father, never really changed. They tended to not think things through before they did them, the more dangerous the better. Rather than being reasonable like a girl and saying, "Oh, well, maybe I could get hurt and I shouldn't try this," their minds block their conscience and they think, "That sounds like a great idea, let's do it!" James was beginning to think that he and Sirius had no conscience for their minds to even block at this point. Their ideas were starting to become more absurd than they ever had been. It was frightening, really.

Sirius was in front of him now, while James' face turned from excitement to, well, even more excitement. The image kept repeating in his mind over and over, and he almost missed what his friend had said to him. He shook himself out of the picture in his head and came back to Sirius, standing in front of him with his hands outstretched. James batted them away as he rushed passed, running toward the Potter house. "Race has begun, good luck keeping up with me you slimy git!" he shouted back over his shoulder, almost running into a street lamp before he turned back around. He was laughing loudly, and it was a wonder the neighbours hadn't walked out to check on them. They were probably used to it at this point, though.

James stopped dead at the side of the house, looking for the best way to climb up. The best way was obvious, and it was to grab the letter they kept behind the house and prop it against the wall for safe climbing. However, in his excitement, James was not thinking so rationally. He considered for a moment to try and shimmy his way up the drainage pipe, but he (fortunately for his parents) was quick to toss that idea out. He put put a foot on the kitchen window and pulled himself up. Hopefully his mother wouldn't be doing anything in there or they were going to get yelled at for putting footprints on the house - hell, they probably still would. If only he was seventeen... then he could call his broom to him.

Ah, his broom. He felt stupid but he darted for the shed. That was one thing he was allowed to use outside of school, even if he did have to run and grab it. He threw the shed doors open and grabbed his broomstick, his trusty Comet. By now, the Nimbus had started making its way into being one of the best brooms, and his parent's had offered to purchase James one. It seemed to him, though, as a spit in the bristles to his own broom that had been so good to him. More than that, his competitive side said he wanted to prove that skill was what made the player rather than a pricey broom. People like Lucius Malfoy were sure to have the "best" brooms, and to prove a point, James wanted to stick with his own.

He found it quickly as he and Sirius had used it many times to prank some of the kids that took up residences around them. Mounting it, he kicked his feet up, pressed his body hard along the length of the stick, and held tightly as it moved forward suddenly. It took seconds for the broom to get to the Potter house rooftop. He dismounted it and looked around to see if Sirius had found his way up to the rooftops yet. He was sort of curious how all of this was going to go. When he couldn't find Sirius, he started examining the gaps between houses. They weren't so bad, but he could easily see a broken leg or broken arm being a byproduct of this game they were about to partake in.

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[Sirius Black]

The warm night held an air of excitement in it. As the sun continued to set and turn dark after a tiresome day, two boys were ready to take over the night. It held endless possibilities, which for guys like Sirius and James could be a bit dangerous. They lived life on the edge, pushing one another to go just another step too far. Sirius usually was the one to push things over the edge while James would do anything Sirius would out of mere competition he still had a sense of responsibility that completely bypassed Sirius Black. The thing was that Sirius loved the adrenaline rush that came with risks. He lived a fast paced life and many still thought he was doing things too fast for life to keep up. He lived very much in the now and never once thought about consequences.

Sirius pulled the collar of his new muggle shirt. It was quite fascinating to wear and he thought he looked rather dashing it in. If only his parents could see him at that very second they would surely have a heart attack. While Sirius had always been extremely well off, his parents were quite restrictive in what they gave their children. The entire muggle experience was foreign to him. His parents dressed him in the finest wizarding clothes just for show but really they did not much care. With the bundle of muggle clothing the Potters bought Sirius they had shown more love for him than he had ever seen from his own biological parents.

“Don’t you think I look rather good in these?” Sirius called to James. He turned around and stuck his arse out, letting the dark wash denim shape and define his perfect buttocks all the more, “ How does my arse look? Good? Yeah I know…”

He let out a laugh as he continued to walk backwards. He had waited for James to take on his competitive words. Before Sirius could contemplate whether or not his buttocks looked as good as he thought it did, James had already bypassed the subject. Sirius only caught the last of his words as his spectacled friend flew passed him.

”…you slimy git!”

Sirius echoed James’ laugh as he sprinted after his friend. It was a classic James move to start the game when only he was ready. It was a good thing Sirius’ legs were longer than James’ or this race would have been over before it even started. He watched James’ figure dash in front of him. He had already started scaling the Potters’ house. Sirius huffed and shook his head as a chortled laugh escaped sparingly through his lips. James was half way there and he had jumped back down and dashed the opposite way.

“I don’t think you understand the rules of ROOF racing mate!” he yelled after his friend as he gripped drainage pipe on the side of the house.

He raised his leg and positioned his foot on the ledge of the kitchen window and slowly began shimmying himself up the side of the house with his hands firmly gripped on the drain pipe for support. With Sirius’ long limbs it didn’t take as much effort as it would if his short and plump friend Peter was playing. Ah Peter, that kid was always good for something…more times than not he was good for coming in last. Someone had to do it and Sirius was just glad it wasn’t him.

Putting one hand above the other and grabbing hold of whatever he could grip was his best option. As he moved his foot off the window sill he heard a deafening crash from before. He took a quick glance down and saw a shattered porcelain pot and what Sirius assumed was one of those flowers older ladies seemed to be in love with raising. Ah well, he would just blame it on the cat…if it ever came back that is. He shook his head not really being able to do much about it at the moment. His mind was set on winning and by the looks of things he had gained a bit of a lead. He hadn’t seen James for minutes and he wondered what his dear friend was cooking up. It was then that Sirius felt a gush of wind against his back. His hair tangled around his face and then fell back into place as if by design. Sirius looked up and a devilish grin replaced his confused look on his face.

“Well played,” he muttered as he pulled himself further up the side of the house. His hand finally gripped the gritty roof top. He flung his leg over and was able to pull himself up with all the upper body strength he could muster. Rolling, he got his footing just as he saw James stop and look around.

“HEY PRONGS LOOK!” Sirius called as he pointed and waved like a wild man behind him, “Evans in the nude! HEY EVANS! NICE RACK!”

He knew it was lame but he also knew it would work. He had known James for a long time and pretty much ever since he had know him Sirius knew he had been in love with Lily. He had fallen hard, too hard in Sirius’ opinion, and while there had been other girls since they had never lasted and they had never gained James’ full attention. It had annoyed Sirius to some extent to have James so hung up on a girl who was so obviously not interested. He had made it his mission long ago to find James a woman, actually many women to break the curse that was Lily Evans.

He leaned forward and took off with surprising speed. If he wasn’t such a slacker he probably would have made a bad athlete. Whipping passed James he continued to increase his speed. His legs were tense and ready as they began to accelerate. The end of the Potters’ house was near and if he didn’t make the jump at the right moment he would surely miss. His plant foot was set as he drove his body lower to the ground. With one quick burst his leg was extended and he was flying through the air. He could see the landing coming and for a second he felt the elation of making the perfect jump.

Hey, he was actually going to make it. This was actually going to work! Just as his hopes were high he could feel something go wrong. He was sinking far quicker than the gap was filling. He stretched out his arm, hoping to catch anything ahead of him. He felt his body slam into the side of the house next to James’. His face collided with the stucco and the wind instantly was knocked from him. He became disoriented from the impact as his eyes closed in reaction. His outstretched arm snagged on something and his fingers slid but still managed to grab a hold of the somewhat flimsy gutter of the house.

A slow grumbling creak started coming from the side of the house. At first Sirius thought it was his ears, ringing, but as it grew louder he was forced to open his eyes and see the flimsy gutter start to detach at the far side of the house from the weight. With all the force he had left he flung his hand over top onto the roof and somehow managed to again pull himself up, this time slightly worse for the wear but otherwise still intact.

He rolled over, lay motionless for a split second and then began to gingerly get up. He dusted off his new jeans and then looked over across at James gleefully.

“PIECE OF CAKE!” he yelled, grinning. Below his left eye was now a slightly red scrape. He shook his head, letting his hair fall back off his face, “ I think that’s Padfoot 1, Prongs 0!”

He put his hands on his hips as he started to laugh. He could feel the sting of the impact but he tried his best not to show it, “ Now come on, you’re slowing the game down! Get your arse over here and don’t you dare cheat with that nifty broom of yours!”

This was surely to be a night of unrivalled fun and adventure.

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